On the way to the Hoh Rain Forest, the drive there was like a dream––misty sun rays broke through the trees to illuminate patches of the ground where steam rose from the melting frost. These swirling displays of heat brought movement and life to the otherwise quiet stillness of the early November morning. There was little other activity aside from our moving car. The morning was chilly and still, aside from the swirling atmosphere, almost as if time came to a standstill.