Father and Son at Lake Quinault

Quinault Lodge, Est 1926

This trip started out like a scene straight out of Vacation.  Our first day was fraught with bad decisions and miscalculations, but that night as we sat by the fire having a lovely quiet moment with our toddler it all melted away.  Then the beautiful unwinding started that allows you to step outside of everyday and life in the city and  just let your whole being breathe. How glorious is this place we dwell.

Our first night on the road, we stayed at Lake Quinault, a serene lake on the edge of the rain forest. The campground was right on the shoreline with towering trees and lots of privacy.  We just stayed the one night packing  up early in the morning for more adventures and an amazing breakfast at the Quinault Lodge.  Sweet potato pancakes with hazelnut butter and eggs Benedict really hit the spot after a rainy night in the tent.  In packing up that morning we noticed some damage to our tent(see earlier Chevy Chase reference) so we had to be a little more spontaneous with rest of our trip, the search for cabins was on.

We made our way towards the coast after a VERY wet hike in the rain forest and stopped at Ruby Beach.  It was raining pretty steady there as well and B and I decided to take turns hiking down to the beach for a little quiet time while the boy stayed warm and dry in the car.  We are starting to understand the ins and outs of traveling and adventuring with a toddler.  Sometimes sacrifices are made on both parts and the result is a much more peaceful experience exploring together.

Ruby Beach