From the writers at RV Life Magazine.
The computer blinked at me in confusion when I said, “No way, Jose, I’m not workin’ today!” and walked out the door looking for a hike. Driving on Voice of America Rd into the Dungeness Recreation Area, roughly eight miles from where I live, a doe lifted her head from munching breakfast so I stopped and talked to her a bit, a nice start to the day. I pulled into a parking spot, grabbed my hiking poles and followed the trail along the bluff above San Juan de Fuca Sound. As I walked, I kept track of the progress of a ferryboat making its way from Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada, to Port Angeles, WA, roughly 15 miles west of me.
Barriers stopped me where the path dribbled down the cliffs into the sea but other paths allowed me to continue walking through the mass of tangled trees and other growth. Side paths led into the two loops of primitive camping. I’m sure they could not hear the sea through all that tangle, but they knew it was only a few yards away. That was worth something. A few picnic tables with barbecue grills along the path awaited people to enjoy them and look out toward the water.
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