Yesterday's trip up to Marmot Pass (along the Upper Big Quilcene Trail [pdf]) was a hoot. The views--spectacular. My little sister's laughing fit--memorable. Watching Mom put flour in her coffee--hilarious. Snorting corn up my nose--priceless.
It's the best hike in the eastern Olympics, better than Mount Townsend, Mount Ellinor, or anything in the Duckabush or Dosewallips regions.
Oh, and yes, we actually did see a marmot up at Marmot Pass, lazily sunning himself atop a Kia-sized boulder.
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