Well, we ran around like crazy. The Park had closed the road to Hurricane Ridge on Monday due to ice and snow, so while we waited for them to update the road recording Tuesday morning we went out on Ediz Hook first thing and admired shipping. There were plenty of tankers, freighters, and miscellaneous work boats, and the pilot boat did a run—all just for our delectation. Gulls, ducks (not many). We called the Park road line, which informed us that the Hurricane Ridge Road was remaining closed for Tuesday.
So we zipped into town for me to get a week's worth of mail from the PO box, and return a week's worth of library books, and then headed west. We thought we might go to either Neah Bay or Lake Ozette. First went along Lake Crescent on the north shore (East Beach Road), then over to highway 112 which leads (eventually) along the Strait of Juan de Fuca. Visited Pillar Point County Park on the shore, very peacable small waves washing in; watched salmon fishermen messing with nets and boats.
Progress was very slow along highway 112, so we made a sudden change of plan, went back south up highway 113 to Sappho and out to the outer coast at Rialto Beach. The usual beautiful ocean. Then into Forks for lunch at the Taqueria Santa Ana, then headed east again.
On our way back, we went up the Sol Duc River and did in fact see coho salmon leaping up the cascade. Not many. But it made me happy, I was hooting and hopping up and down. (I don't think Rocco was impressed by the glorious jumping fishes. He'd just seen coho from the underwater viewing gallery at the Chittenden Locks in Seattle. It must be something to be eye-to-eye with them...) Then detoured again along the north shore of Lake Crescent, this time from the west instead of from the east; took a short walk. Returned.
Then straight home and he packed up feverishly and rushed off to make the ferry from Kingston to Edmunds and on into Seattle for his next social engagement/lodging.