Leaving our nestled spot at 7 cedars casino wasn't easy to do. There is always a better nights sleep with the sense of security. The next destination picked out was Forks, WA. After several phone calls and charismatic charm translated through the phone, we were able to find an RV park on short notice over labor day weekend. Between where we were and where we are was separated by 79 miles of ribboned asphalt. Twisting through the northern lower slopes of the Olympic mountains gave a spectacular view of the valleys below. The jeep was unhooked and turned south as we began to climb the side slopes of Hurricane Ridge. Three quarters of the way up was this snapshot view. Off in the horizon Mt. Baker keeps a keen eye on it's surroundings.
Completing the climb from sea level to 5,242 feet in elevation got us to the visitor center.
A quick descent was in order. We had obligations to reach the RV Park at a decent hour for check-in. Back on the road it was an all out marathon to slam in the next 60 miles of switchbacks and grades. Our arrival at the RV park was uneventful. Check in was easy and details were exchanged.
That being said... This place is a dump. Forks 101 RV is not the place you'd want to spend any of your time off. The parking spots are fine, and the hookups are average. Power, water, electric and spotty WI-FI. The view however is the bummer.
Tomorrow my friends, tomorrow we see the rainforest.