The third section of the national park we visited in August 2012 was the mountains at Hurricane Ridge. We first stopped at the visitor center to learn about the area before traveling 17 miles up the road. It was a nerve-racking road with twists and turns and made me very anxious, maybe because I wasn’t driving and had more time to look at the drop out the window.
Once there, we stopped in the visitor center at the top before venturing out on to the trails. The views of the distant mountains are unbelievable from the top. The valley stretches out and then pitches forward and down. It was a bit Sound of Music-esque. You wish you could climb over the fence and just twirl around in circles.
We started out on a trail behind the visitor’s center and found snow on the ground, in August! The trails still had wildflowers left from earlier in the summer. We also found two, baby black-tailed deer grazing in a field along with the snow patrol cottage for the winter, which looked so forlorn, beaten down and lonely.
Due to Blake’s fear of heights, he sat out while I continued to hike along a small ridge called High Ridge Trail to get to Sunrise Point outlook area. Another couple and I stood in a cloud for a while unable to see anything in front of us, until a tiny mountain peak peeked its head out.
Coming down the trail Blake and I ran into a female deer walking straight up the trail. We and two other ladies moved aside as she continued her way up the path. It was wacky. We were so close we could have reached out and touched her.
Back in the parking lot another deer was just walking along. After lunch, we drove up Hurricane Hill Road to get to Hurricane Hill trail. The wild flowers were still blooming there as well. I made it further up the trail, as Blake hung back again, and really, really wanted to continue to see where it led because I just know the views were even more stunning on the other side. But alas, we had to turn back to get back to the bed and breakfast for wine and appetizer hour.
On the way back down the road there is a pull off and you can see the Dungeness Spit stretching out into the Strait along with Canada and the San Juan Islands. I would highly recommend pulling over, as it’s very cool to see the spit from so high up. Really gives you a perspective on long it really is.
I wish we could have spent more time here really taking our time to hike the trails. As I do plan to make the trip back to go to Colette’s B&B, I know I will find myself back at Hurricane Ridge.