I just happened to ride Hurricane Ridge to kill time while waiting for the ferry from Port Angeles, WA., to Victoria, B.C., on a cold, windy, rainy day.
Having a four-hour wait, the ferry person suggested a ride to Hurricane Ridge. So, I found the road, which is a winding mountain road through a heavily treed area. For a first time it was a magical ride because as I got higher, the rain turned into a white-out and then, just like that, I was out of the clouds into a sunny, warm day with no wind. I parked in the lot, and took off my rain gear to wander around in a t-shirt. I walked over to the edge amongst the high mountain meadows and vegetation and looked down into…