This was our explorations for the week—I really thought we ventured further into the middle!
Last November, we tried visiting Hurricane Ridge but we arrived dead middle between first snow and first plow. This time we made it to the top but the smoke kept view hidden. So I took a few pictures that will surely not show up on our Christmas card. Um, thanks, Wesley.
Our last stop before the ferry ride home was the Olympic Game Farm.
We got a full show from an amorous peacock, whose choice peahen was not having any of it. When this angle didn’t work…
…he truly showed off his tail feathers.
Then the bread feeding/eating frenzy started in earnest.
I had to wash off the bison drool from the minivan when we got home.
I have mixed feelings about this place, as it’s clearly not certified by an reputable zoo organization. But Piper loved it.
And possibly their favorite?
Sharing a chocolate milkshake!
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