The Schiefens: 7-24-11

No one really works on Sundays, so today we just had to grin and bear the wait for an answer on the house. So we decided to head 15 miles up the road to Port Angeles. We had heard about a sand sculpture contest and thought we'd check it out. After driving too far and having to turn around at the paper mill, we finally found the festivals location. There was food, and music, and a ton of art booths. We browsed the booths for a while then watched a guy demo his Chapman Stick (which is like a bass and guitar all wrapped up into one) Jack was really impressed, he wants one. Then we spent some time watching a guy make wooden puzzles, which I have always wanted to do. Afterwards jack got to pick one out. He ended up with a mastodon puzzle. We then headed over to the sculpture area, where this years theme was sports. I liked the sumo wrestlers best.

After that we got some fair food...chinese noodles, egg rolls, sweet potato fries, and a crab chille relleno. We ate while barely tolerating the musical entertainment.
Then ice cream.

With full bellies, we headed back to the car where Lola was eagerly waiting our return. Just a few minutes later we found ourselves entering the Olympic National Park- Hurricane Ridge. This amazing place will literally be our backyard soon. The road took us up into the Olympic Mountain Range through fields of wildflowers, long tunnels, great views, and ultimately to Hurricane Ridge.

Usually this time of year the snow has melted off, but we were lucky this year there was still plenty to play in. The kids were giddy as they played and got soaked in the ice cold run off.

We spent a while checking out the ridge, then drove back down the hill. On the way down we got a great view of Sequim, The dungeness spit/bay, and what I believe is MT. Baker in the distance. Kind of reminds me of the view of Goleta when coming down San Marcos Pass.