Lake Quinault, the last evening

October, 2020

We came back to the resort/campground in the afternoon after our day exploring the “town” of Lake Quinault … after our slow and easy drive along the south shore of Lake Quinault. We knew we would be leaving after this one last night here. As usual, I didn’t particularly want to leave. Once I get out in the trailer and get settled, I’m pretty happy!

But home was calling to me, and Jan’s home was calling to her. There was laundry to do, and bills to pay, and weeds to pull, and people back home who care, and for me anyway a very comfortable rocking/reclining chair in my living room at home that Towhee the Trailer didn’t have room for.

But still, this trailer is VERY comfortable. If I had it to do all over again, I’d still buy this trailer. She’s the perfect home on wheels and she and the big white truck get along down the road so well together. 🙂

In the photo below, the lake is on the far left. If I come back here, I want that end spot where that Class C motorhome is.

I took the photo below while I was standing in front of my truck, with my back to the truck. The lake is on the right in the photo below. Across the lawn there is a two-story four-plex with each unit rentable. I think Jan made the better choice of renting a charming cabin that shared no walls or floors/ceilings with its neighbors.

This late afternoon was kind of misty/foggy. It was so quiet here and so pretty.

While we were having our suppers, that late afternoon mist cleared and a sweet, soft sunset emerged, so we walked the 100 feet or so to the lake shore to enjoy the sunset and the water.

 

 

 

 

 

Just a hint of a breeze created a few tiny wavelets that came to shore. Don’t miss the little person who is perched on the sand in the lower right corner in the photo below. Yes, it’s Little Towhee.

Also in the sand nearby were the tracks below. What are they from? An elephant? A dragon? A dinosaur? Oh my! But Little Towhee knew who had made those tracks … “Just some friendly deer, Ann, it’s ok.”

 

Watching the sunset and the birds in the sky while sitting on the beach.

 

 

The warm glow of that sunset was so nice on the cabins.

And my own little home-away-from-home was so welcoming on my return after our walk.

What a perfect day.

 

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10 Responses to Lake Quinault, the last evening

  1. Judy Bee says:

    Little Towhee has the best adventures, and she’s so smart. She must love you. 🙂

    • Ann says:

      As another reader here once said, Little Towhee is one smart cookie. And she loves me just like I love her. Thanks Judy Bee. 🙂

  2. M&M says:

    Really great photos. The sky, the sunset, the clouds, Little Towhee, the deer tracks. Especially like the photo of Little Towhee on the beach looking up at the sunset and the “birds” in the sky, how sweet.

  3. Shawn in Santa Fe says:

    Sweet photos. No wonder you don’t want to go home!

  4. Marge says:

    We hardly ever want to leave too. If we’re just traveling through and stay one night then that’s different but when we find a place like you found here, then we wish we could stay longer. But you never know the first time you go somewhere. Best to find these gems and then come back! Great photos. Thank you.

    • Ann says:

      Ah yes, come back! Make note of the wonderful places and then return. That’s perfect advice, Marge. Ok, I gotta go make a list … 🙂

  5. robin says:

    We’ve had so many fond memories of wonderful campsites, (and even the not-so-
    wonderful ones!) Camping is always an adventure, and you set a great example of getting out and seeing the sights and meeting the people. That’s how we met, wasn’t it?
    Say hello to Little Towhee from BC. Maybe soon we can journey across the 49th again.

    • Ann says:

      Thanks Robin. I’m sure looking forward to seeing more of BC. There’s so much to see and do, people to meet (like the two of you, yes!), things to learn, songs to sing. 🙂 Let’s all keep doing that and keep enjoying life.

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