Murdock Beach and Marymere Falls, WA

I made it to Murdock Beach, just after 9 a.m. It was a short dirt road, drive down to the beach and a five minute hike to the edge of the shore. I began to dig through the rocks, while walking gently along, and found several beautiful agate stones, ranging from yellow, orange, red, green to deep brown and purple. And some potential fossils. I have an entire bag full. So pretty. My rock loving friends would have loved it.

I made my way to Lake Crescent. A stunning aqua blue-green lake surrounded by mountains that bolt straight up from the edge of the shore. During the entire time, this morning, the sun has been out. Even though it's only 60 degrees, its very comfortable, and is a welcome sight. I've had many days of dark and overcast skies, and have really missed the sun.

I stopped at the local ranger station, and met up with a couple who own the Travato that I found in this parking lot. I left my calling card on their window, and before I knew it, they wound up next to the Sylver Gypsy. We probably spent a good hour having conversation about our travels and experiences. A lovely couple, from Denver who eventually will be traveling back to their hometown of Minnesota.

I decided to take the hike to Marymere Falls after finding a nice shaded spot to park the Sylver Gypsy. It's frustrating that the National Park system does not allow dogs on many of their trails. Eventhough I consider Jo Jo a baby with fur, that I can carry in a chest pouch. But fortunately the weather is cool, along with the fans, and cracked windows, Jo Jo is left comfortably, though very lonely, inside the RV. 

The trail is a 1.5 miles round trip, fairly easily to start, ending with a rather tall wooden stairway up to the edge of the falls. It took about an hour and 10 minutes for the round trip and was a beautiful reward for the effort. Yeah, mother nature did not disappoint.


















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