Hurricane Ridge in Olympic National Park was often our weekend destination of choice along with the Olympic Peninsula’s Pacific coast; because we could drive to the Hurricane Ridge Visitor Center and then spend our time day hiking in the area – here I am taking in the views at the Visitor Center.
Electricraft Stereo was an amazing place to work at the time as we had a group of intellectually gifted and talented folks working there – from Mike and Jim at the top on down.
Bruce and I often went hiking and camping together since he worked with me in the warehouse at Electricraft and we both enjoyed the outdoors – here he takes my picture on Hurricane Ridge.
Bruce was 6’7″ (to my 5’6), was wise beyond his years, had lived and studied in Taiwan and spoke flunent Chinese; and he introduced me to authentic Chinese food in Seattle’s Chinatown.
Hurricane Ridge was a great place to day hike because of the open terrain and sweeping mountain vistas.
The Olympic Mountains actually start at sea level, where thick rain forests blanket their base and gradually give way to various climate elevation zones until you reach the alpine zone.
You can hike from the ocean’s edge through rain forests and up to glacier topped mountain peaks in a single day.
So Hurricane Ridge was often a “road trip” of choice on the weekend, because it was close to Seattle and you could drive right into the heart of the Olympic Mountains – all in a day trip.
Growing up in the flatlands of Michigan, the mountains have always been a special destination for me to visit.
The “wildness” of the Olympic Peninsula always amazed me, and the Pacific coast of the Olympic Peninsula is like a lost world, with a wild and rugged “end of the Earth” feeling.
From downtown Seattle a car ferry gets you to the Olympic Peninsula quickly, and by mid-morning you can stand on Hurricane Ridge surrounded by mountain peaks.
There is something about fresh alpine air that is always special to me – and the Olympic Mountains get a steady flow of cool Pacific Ocean breezes.
Looking across distant mountain peaks I only imagined what the Alps must be like, and hoped to one day see them for myself.
During my Seattle years I imagined traveling beyond America’s shores to see the greater world beyond the horizon.
In Seattle I had everything that I needed – a beautiful and cultural city full of green space and parks, as well as the ocean and the mountains nearby.
So until I could venture further into the world beyond the shores of America, I was happy with the Olympic Mountains as my weekend destination.