Day 112 - Olympic Hoh Rainforest

The Hoh Rainforest is one of the only rainforests in America. We hiked six miles along the Hoh River to the Five Mile Island campground and back, giving us a total of twelve glorious miles in the Hoh.

Along the way, we thought up countless puns using the word Hoh, like Hoh No!, Bow and Err-Hoh, I love Hoh and O Hoh-Ly Night. We kept our eyes out for Roosevelt Elk but were unable to see them through the dense forest. This rainforest was unusually dry-- a result of a hopefully-temporary draught that has already caused a wildfire closeby. We were constantly amazed by the moss- covered trees, some towering like sentinels toward the sky.

We took a quick Zen nap at the five mile island, our turnaround point, and then hiked back. Roman was eager to hike fast and add on steps to his step count, so he hiked ahead most of the return.

Pics.

After the hike, we checked into our Cabins at Beaver Creek, new cabins with three beds, two up narrow and steep Italian stairs. We then went to The Hungry Bear Cafe for dinner, a restaurant that became our favorite due to their almost comedic portions (especially fries and ice cream), colorful family owners and fast-paced and friendly waitress Debbie.

We retreated back to the cabins after a full and fun meal, then toured a mossy old bridge, played some badminton and ate s'mores by a roaring fire.

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