Part 2 : A Rolling Stone Gathers No Moss

Many guests of the Lodge gathered on the beach to watch the sunset. There were lovers wrapped in their private embraces, there were solitary souls......then there was us.

As the thinkers mused and the lovers kissed, the girls and I counted the sunset down....10....9....8....7...6...5...4...3...2...
1....1....1....
I can never get it quite right.

The next day we spent the morning at Ruby Beach seeing just now far we could bury our feet in the sand. (Almost to our knees.)
Sea Anemones.

Starfish.

We then drove northward, to the only temperate rain forest in the United States - the Hoh Rainforest. (Hoh is pronounced like the ho in "She sleeps with everyone. She's such a ho!") It seems like everything is green in this picture.

That would be because it is.

Look carefully and you will see a tree limb covered in moss and a creek filled with water plants. We were standing on a bridge over the creek.

This is a humongous maple tree absolutely covered in moss and air plants. The moss can grow so heavily on the trees that it can break them from it's weight.
And this is a ridiculously beautiful 300 foot Douglas Fir tree. Yes, that is the girls in the lower left of the picture.

Puts things in perspective doesn't it? In more than one way.