The city of Forks offered a grocery store, air for my leaking rear tire and gasoline to keep the trip rolling. After camping in the pouring rain up in the NF, I explored to Rialto Beach.
The rain began overnight as a slow patter then developed into a steady rain. I rode the Juan de Fuca Hwy from Port Angeles west along the water. Sea stacks appeared along the coast and seabirds soar over pounding waves below the bluff.
While riding in Skagway on the White Pass, I met Kurt while enjoying a cup of soup in the rare sunshine. He was on his GS visitng his daughter and headed up to hike the Chilkoot Trail. We exchanged information and wound up meeting at Siren's Pub in Port Townsend for lunch. We shared stories and I was introduced to his brother Gary, manager at the famous Palace Hotel. After a lunch of clam chowder and coffee, I was given a tour of the historic hotel. This is said to be the most haunted place on the Olympic Penninsula.
It was an amazing tour and I certainly could see how this place may be haunted. Gary reports to have a stack of reports from guests over the years. Although offered a stay in this haunted old brothel, I politely declined in favor of the Elwah River and Olympic Forest. The road calls loudly.
In May 2014 I quit my job to ride a Honda Ruckus over 69'000 mi and counting. Wild camping most nights and cooking most of my own meals, I keep the costs low and the landscape changing.