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I just returned from a lovely stay at the North Fork campground, located, appropriately, on the North Fork of the Quinault River.  It’s a primitive campground, which means there is no potable water and just pit toilets (or in this case, a porta-potty).  Even with only nine sites, it didn’t fill up on either Friday or Saturday night.  I observed a number of cars drive in, turn around, and leave.  Maybe they were looking for access to the river, which the campground is next to, but not on, or maybe they didn’t relish the thought of living without a sink for the weekend.  Either way, I didn’t mind, as I quite enjoyed the solitude.

A more detailed description of the campground will be up soon.  In the mean time, enjoy some pictures:

North Shore road

North Shore Road is about 15 miles of gravel.

The road had recently been re-graveled, which lead to low traction and a little fish-tailing when I met a car coming the other way!

The campground is half a mile from the end, where the North Fork ranger station waits to welcome visitors.

Our campsite, from the back.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We were there at the perfect time for harvesting salmon-berries.  Their flavor varies as much as their color, but we got a few good ones.  There were also blueberries and red huckleberries to be had in small quantities.

In addition to centipedes, banana slugs, and rabbits, I also saw elk, frogs, tadpoles, snakes, ravens, and a hummingbird.

bridge to Irely Lake

On the way to Irely Lake.  The trailhead is 1/4 mile from camp.

bacon wrapped marshmallow

They say everything tastes better with bacon.  I think they’re right.

Kalaloch

On the way home, we stopped by Kalaloch beach.  The tide was out and the wet sand was steaming in the sun.

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These cute little guys just got through blooming around here.  I never took much notice of them until this year, when I suddenly started noticing large swaths of them in the yards of multiple friends of mine.

The flowers, which are about the size of a penny and come in white or light pink, are held above their leaf whirls by an impossibly skinny stock, making them look like they are just floating above a sea of dark, shiny leaves.

They are perennials, and I hear the roots are plump and edible.

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