Imagine taking a drive through a forest of trees that are bigger than you could even begin to imagine. Now imagine those trees are not just the normal green leaves with a brown trunk, instead imagine them covered in all green. This is a real place, and it belongs to the Olympic National Park in Washington State.
I've been lucky enough to visit Olympic National Park twice, but I have barely scratched its surface. This beautiful park has so many views to offer. Along the coastline, you'll see beautiful trees along sandy beaches, some hikes through burled trees, and along small streams. If you're lucky, you can catch a Bald Eagle in flight, snatching a quick flash of brown, yellow, and white as it flies overhead.
As you drive Hwy 101 along the Washington coastline, there's a turnoff that is a must-see, the Upper Hoh Road to the Hall of Moss trailhead. As you drive in, you are greeted by massive trees and beautiful forest, where along the road, you'll catch views of the Hoh River and snatches of mountains.
Along the way, be sure to make a quick pit stop at Peak 6 Tours & Gift Shop. There are some great souvenirs at this little roadside stop, and during my stop there, I was lucky enough to have two one-of-a-kind experiences. First, around the back of the shop, where the bathrooms/porta potties (unfortunately) are set up, there is a massive field just beyond a wooden fence. In that field, a herd of elk was grazing, having their dinner. It was so cool to have the space to myself in absolute silence, be able to watch the elk. No loud people, no jostling for space to have a view. It was me, the elk, and my thoughts.
Eventually, I made my way back inside the store and noticed that behind the counter were several antique cameras. That day, I happened to be there when the owner of the shop and of those cameras was working. He told me the story behind each camera, including one that had been smuggled out of Germany during World War II. I recognized one camera to be what I believe is a Brownie Haweye camera and had to take a pic as my mom remembered that as being her first camera as a kid. The owner was so nice as he shared story after story on each camera and where they came from, which family member owned it, and as he told his stories, it was clear to see just how much each one meant.
Eventually, my travels took me back to the road, and I made my way further down Upper Hoh Road toward the Hall of Moss trailhead. The size of the trees was staggering, but what sticks with me most was the realization that despite the trees and broken limbs, and other, what would normally be hard and sharp surfaces were all rounded, and soft. Not one sharp edge, instead it was moss-covered. No tree limb was clearly defined between branch and leaf; they were dripping with moss.
I will admit, I have not yet hiked the Hall of Moss trail. The last two times I've been through the area, the first time the area was closed. The second time, it was so cold outside that my toes and nose were numb just from walking to the visitor center from my car. That was enough for me. If you travel to Olympic National Park in November, be prepared for cold and damp weather. Even if the sun is out, you'll largely be in the shade, and it is COLD!
However, I'll never forget the brilliant greens and the beauty that Mother Nature puts on display in Olympic National Park. I'll always remember how I felt dwarfed by the massive trees in the park and how everywhere I turned, there was a picturesque view to behold.
One day, I plan to return, perhaps this time in the summer months when temperatures are warmer and the days are longer. The nice trade-off of traveling off season is fewer crowds, but the downside leaves very short days to explore and requires a bit more resilience to colder weather. In my future travels through Olympic National Park, I'll make a point of visiting places I've missed, like 2nd Beach, where trees grow off building-size boulders sitting in the Pacific Ocean, and make my way up to Cape Flattery and the westernmost point of Washington state. Then, of course, I'll return to Upper Hoh Road and make my way down to the Hall of Moss. With just the drive in and out being as beautiful as it was, I can only imagine that to earn the name it did, the Hall of Moss trail must be absolutely breathtaking. I can't wait to see it in person.