Road to Hoh
Olympic National Park, WA
This drive was otherworldly. A world simplified to a winding road amongst trees, fog and mist; steam rising from the ground, sun rays cascading through branches. There was little other activity aside from our moving car––no wildlife sightings, no people, few cars. The morning was chilly and still, aside from the swirling atmosphere, almost as if time came to a standstill.