Christmas at the Lake Quinault Lodge

The historic Lake Quinault is filled with Christmas cheer, the storied halls are filled with light and music, and a roaring fire banishes the damp and chill of December in the heart of the Olympic Rainforest.

Quinault Rainforest Waterfalls

Crashing over mossy boulders and fern covered cliffs, wild clear streams course their tumbling way through secret canyons buried beneath the lush rainforest canopy of the Quinault Valley. This Olympic Peninsula paradise is a haven for one of the rarest and most vibrant ecosystems on earth, and this natural diversity is fed by the roaring waterfalls that fill the forest depths with a raw and powerful music.

Fletcher Canyon Trip Report

A rugged path winds circuitously through the mysterious, wild depths of Fletcher Canyon. The trail, buried in moss, and paved with twisted roots and slick stones, passes beneath giant and ancient trees, past tiny waterfalls, and through overgrown fields of scree, fallen long ago from cliffs now shaggy with dripping forest. The rain pours down on this green sanctuary of natural splendor beneath the craggy summit of Colonel Bob peak, the water rushing down to pool eventually in Lake Quinault, and beyond the Pacific Ocean.

Epic Waves at Boiler Bay

In a cataclysm of oceanic power, the mighty waves of the Pacific hurl themselves against the weathered stones of Boiler Bay. Sheets of far-flung spray lash coast and fill the air with a briny tang - droplets of sea water glittering in the morning sun like transient gems, bright against the dark of gather storms rolling in from the sea. Despite the turbulence, whales still frolic in the coastal shallows, and birds dive for fish in the lush jungles of kelp that wave languidly beneath the waves.

Burfoot Park

The quiet hush of winter has settled over the sleeping forests of Puget Sound, a silence broken by the occasional crunch of frost under the dainty hooves of dear, or the soft flutter of a wren. Here amongst the old cedars and hidden valleys is a peaceful paradise caressed by the gently lapping waves of the Salish Sea on its shores of weathered pebbles.