At this point (and really for the previous couple of days) we could have driven home if we couldn't find a place to park for the night. And I really needed a shower. I had run the past two days with only wet wipes (Thanks, Dawn!) for cleanup. I really don't know how Mikey could stand being in the car with me, but he didn't complain at all!
So we headed north, hoping for a campsite at one of Olympic National Park's beach campgrounds or a state park near Forks. Only one of those places had showers.
(Photo is from an unnamed waterfall on our way out of Graves Creek. Even with as dry a summer as we've had, the water continues to flow in the mountains.)
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