Sitting on the beach in Victoria it's not a strange sight to see the looming mountains of the Olympic National Park in the distance. From this vantage point the mountain range resembles something of a forested wall, visually creating a disconnect between two countries, as if America put their binder on its side in class to hide the contents of its school desk from neighboring eyes.
Ascending these peaks has alluded me since I first began road biking, and every passing year I seem to meet another cyclist who can't recommend this climb enough. Now that I've completed it, I see why. It offers scenery and roadways like I've never experienced, while leaving me nearly speechless. Words about valleys, mountains, forests, and desolate roads can't come close to explaining what was seen on this ride. Thankfully my Canon WP-1 accompanied me to the top so I can share these photographs of what you could possibly expect while doing the ride yourself.
6:10AM Ferry ride from Victoria to Port Angeles.
The sleepy seaside town awaiting our arrival.
Just a quick 550m climb from the docks to the toll-booth.
Completing the climb quicker than most offered an uninterrupted view for some photo-ops.
1:00:12 from Toll-Booth to the top (on Strava).
Every corner seemed to offer a view, and a cliff.
Sights from the start of the descent.
Plans for a slow descent and photographs went out the window when I hit 85km/h with a camera hanging from my teeth.
The lead group blew by.
One of three tunnels.
12:45PM Ferry from Port Angeles to Victoria.
Ready for coffee and a cookie.