After riding up the length of California and Oregon, we rode up the Pacific Coast of Washington following the thin corridor between the water and the Olympic Range. The west side of these mountains are one of the wettest places in the United States as the tall mountains extract the moisture from near constant fogs and clouds that flow in off the Pacific. Fortunately in August the place is slightly drier and we had spotty sunshine mixed in with heavy fogs. We hit the north side of the state and stared out at the Straits of Juan de Fuca. I snapped this photo in the village of Sieku showing the contrast of riding in and out of dense fog banks.
Turning west, we rode through the small village of Neah Bay and out to Cape Flattery, the northwestern most corner of the U.S. This was the last corner of the country for me to ride to on a motorcycle as I had previously visited the Mexican border at San Diego, Key West and northeastern Maine. The Cape was of course shrouded in fog. The trees, rocks and gentle ocean created a quiet, surreal feeling that made you feel you were at the edge of the earth with nothing buy unknown mystery beyond. It probably felt that way to early Russian, British and U.S. ships expiring this part of the world.