Hurricane Ridge Hike – Photos Posted

I have never been a huge fan of the classic movie “Sound of Music.” It’s a fun, musical diversion around the holidays, but the opening scene of Maria twirling in the high mountain meadows full of light and song just never struck a cord, despite my time spent hiking the Austrian Alps and lake region.

A day hike along Hurricane Ridge, high in the Olympic Mountains, was the first time I’ve burst into “The hills are alive….!” sentiment. At least inside my head. I spent most of the hike gaping every few steps at the meadows swathed with bands of wildflower color, the top-of-the-world ecstasy (that may have been aided by the high altitude’s thinning oxygen), and the ridge upon ridge of mountains that teased me as the clouds danced in and out to reveal small sections at a time, like a seductive bit of bare ankle flashed beneath a demure skirt.

This Hurricane Hill trail is a great hike for fibromites or anyone else who wants a stunning, ends-of-the-earth experience of remote mountains but cannot trust their body to handle the rigors of backpacking. The path along the ridge is paved and relatively smooth all the way up to the overlook and ascends at a mostly gentle incline, with a couple of exceptions towards the end. This is not an accessible trail, but if you’re able to walk and worried about the knees or stamina, it’s a doable  3.4 miles round-trip from the trailhead parking lot at a relaxed walking pace. Be forewarned: the best times to hike this section of the Olympics during the summer high season is early in the day before the hordes of tourists ascend.

To view my photo slideshow of our Hurricane Ridge hike in Olympic National Park, click on the link below.

Hurricane Ridge

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About chronictraveler

Chronic Traveler starts as a dream, one that I thought I had lost, but that has slowly changed into a mission to realize and live that dream every day. In December 2007 I became seriously ill and the doctors did not know what was causing my illness. I had to stop teaching as my life tumbled into a never-ending nightmare of doctors, hospitals and tests. Finally, in May 2008 I was diagnosed with a chronic condition - fibromyalgia. I was only 26 years old at the time. I have had to give up teaching, and now work part-time at a performing arts center as I learn how to manage my condition and improve my quality of life. What helped me through the months of uncertainty and sickness, and continues to inspire me, was a new focus on what truly mattered to me: family, friends, gardening, the arts, and especially travel. I have always fed my soul by traveling, ever since I first stepped off the plane at age 16 in Kathmandu, Nepal to help with an orphanage's building project. Meeting new people and experiencing how they live and how they view the world infuses my life with a richness I was so afraid I would lose when the doctor first said, "You have fibromyalgia". This blog is my story, as I begin to forge a new path. I am embracing my life as it is, with the fibromyalgia pain and fatigue, and learning to do what I love regardless. It may mean I have to go slower and take more naps or breaks! But I am determined to learn how to travel and experience the world, and hopefully what I learn will help others like me who believe their medical condition stands in the way of their travel dreams.
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