Victoria is the quaintest town in Canada I’ve seen thus far. It reminded me of Luebeck in northern Germany, the birthplace and hometown of my late friend Jan. One day I’ll take his currently five-year-old son Tommaso to BC so he can judge for himself.
Black Ball Ferry Line’s MV Coho took us to Port Angeles on Washington’s Olympic Peninsula. Over fifty years old but in great shape, the Coho (silver salmon) exuded a lot of nostalgia and offered excellent views of Victoria’s Inner Harbor and the subsequent passage from its sun deck.
I can’t say for sure, but I believe this was the same Holland America cruise ship that we saw in Skagway, AK two weeks ago.
The day in Victoria ended with a beautiful sunset.
Perfect timing by this seagull…
Note the cruise ship right below the snow-clad peaks of Washington’s Olympic Mountains.
We stayed on a campground inside Olympic National Park and woke to gorgeous sunshine.
Vancouver Island was visible as we were driving back to Port Angeles, WA.
We then headed west toward the Pacific coast. Rialto Beach is rated Washington State’s most beautiful stretch of shore.
Harry could not resist…
… and tried wave riding, but eventually settled for…
… his usual stick.
On Ruby Beach (which we liked even more than Rialto) visitors were building stone pyramids.
In the background: one of the iconic rock formations near Ruby Beach.
It’s Labor Day weekend and campgrounds on the shore were all full. We eventually found a campsite right by a lake near Quinault.