Friend Grace and I tossed her camping gear into the Astro and took off, bent on adventure, if not mayhem. After hiking the Logging Bridge Trail in Sequim, we received a personalized tour of the wildlife museum by an enthusiastic docent. We were shown via a hummingbird who had given his life for our knowledge, that like many humans, they have forked tongues to catch their prey.
We admired the magnificent colors of mountain-surrounded Lake Crescent and 
continued on to Hoh Humm Ranch, a 200-acre, generational, historic, family-run llama/ cattle/goats/guinea hens/sheep/ B & B farm with a few Sitka deer, dogs, and cats. The family cat promptly pooped and gagged outside our second story door. With a house full of noisy young people we weren’t sure whether or not we were sharing quarters, I was skeptical. The young people disappeared, the cat recovered and apologized, and we met interesting guests from many places, and for a more than reasonable $45 per night, were served two breakfasts enormously large and enormously delicious. We enjoyed our stay, our friendly hosts, and it was convenient to the beaches and a few “roads less traveled.”
We visited the World’s Largest Western Cedar with a height of 178’ and a diameter of 19.4’.
On stopping at the Hoh Rain Forest Ranger Station in Olympic Nat’l Pk, my golden Age Pass was dropped between the Ranger and myself. She said, “Don’t worry, I’ve got it.” She promptly brought out a long tool with a grabber on the end and picked it up again, obviously having used that procedure many times. The long gold-colored tool was called a “Golden Retriever.”
Oversized logs had been thrown like matchsticks on to the shore near LaPush, WA on the Olympic Peninsula. Only powerful seas could stack these giant ghostly cedars on to Rialto Beach with such wild abandon. With an eye to just how rough the waters were, I found a perfect seat with a back and head rest, closed my eyes and listened to the waves form and 
break and form and break again as they had been doing since the world began. The sun warmed me, the breeze cooled me, and the ocean mesmerized me. Aaaah. Go find your beach. You won’t be sorry. God Bless until next time.
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At 45, Widow Minshall began 20 years of solo full-time RVing throughout Alaska, Mexico, and Canada. Sharlene canoed the Yukon, mushed sled dogs, worked a dude ranch, visited Hudson Bay polar bears, and lived six months on a Mexican beach. She lectured at Life on Wheels, published six RV-related books and wrote a novel, “Winter in the Wilderness.”
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