Second Beach, Washington
September 12th 2017: This was day seven and the last day of my week long camping trip. And just as luck would have it, when I needed to pack my tent early in the morning so that I could head off to catch the bus back home, the typical misty, wet and windy weather decided to come back to the coast, so it was quite a struggle to pack up. After I somehow managed to do so, even with the ten being still wet, I took a few more photos because the whole landscape simply looked completely different to the previous two sunny days.
I was planning on taking the bus from Forks to Port Angeles, but Forks was a solid fifteen minute drive away and no buses were coming beforehand, so my fate was basically in the hands of whether or not I would manage to find a ride from La Push to Forks. Fortunately just as I was about to leave the beach and hit the trail up through the forest, this one man in his thirties was actually offering me a bottle of beer he didn’t finish drinking during his camping stay at the beach, so instead of taking the beer I asked for a ride to Forks and got lucky as he said yes. So after an hour of small talk while hiking back to the parking lot through the forest and after a ride in this person’s messy car, I arrived in Forks surprisingly early, with about three hours to spare. So I ended up going to a diner to get a proper meal after many days of mostly granola bars. I must have looked like a complete mess because this nice grandma actually gave $20 to pay for my meal because I apparently reminded her of her daughter’s experience of backpacking through Europe. So with her parting words of making sure to pay it forward, I basically left the twenty dollar bill at the table which ended being a rather nice tip for the waitress, since I ordered something super cheap (I think nachos probably).
So then after making a quick stop to buy a postcard, I headed off the bus station. The bus to Port Angeles had a different route since there was some road construction going on, so I ended up actually enjoying quite a scenic ride alongside the northern coast with glimpses of Canada on the other side of the water. In Port Angeles I dropped of my bear canister at the Ranger Station and since it was actually sunny, I ended up taking advantage of the few minutes I had to spare in order to dry my tent right on the lawn in front of the ranger station. So hopefully I didn’t confuse any rangers with my tent spread out of the ground. Afterwards I took the bus to Bainbridge Island and then jumped on the ferry to across the Puget Sound, which was quite a nice way to end the trip, because it was getting dark, and the ferry slowly approached downtown Seattle just after the city lit up, which is always a beautiful sight from the water.