My friend and I tried to go to a point where we could see the peaks of the Olympic mountains. We got as close as Port San Angeles , but the mist and clouds on the mountain made us reconsider, so we did lunch instead and drove almost 100
miles round trip in beautiful country side. The name of the road we were to take is called" Hurricane Trail". Not a good omen. The last 18 miles, I am told is of switch backs, not my favorite form of driving. But the day was full and it ended at my cabin with
the kids coming for dinner.That is always a treat... for all of us. We tallied up the years we have known each other and it added up to 30. Hard to believe. Can this be true. Seems like just the other day we were entering races together... and then pigging
out. We still do the piggie thing.