Author: Jenna

I'm sassy. I love pandas, cars, and Louboutins. I am a nerd, a racer, a dreamer, a runner, an artist, and a musician. I try not to look back in anger, and I believe in the Oxford comma. I have my regrets, and some are bad enough that I might go back and do things differently, but I'm working on accepting the consequences of my choices and actions, however good or bad they might be. I love good beer. I like to cook dinner and analyze life, while laughing and taking things in stride.


After the waterfall we were hot and sweaty, but there was still time for one more short hike.  We found one that was barely 2 miles out and back, and because we had about two hours to kill, it seemed fine. After all, at CDB’s pace, we’d need both hours…

We were going to do the Staircase Rapids hike, which promised a little loop and some pretty water.  Louboutini, the Ginger, and I wanted to do something a bit more challenging, but CDB’s incessant whining prevailed.  The hike was quite simple, but very pretty, mostly because of what lay under the bridge (cue RHCP song).


We made our way down to the water, which was easier said than done.  Being me, I took the most direct, if not the harder way, down, scrambling over trees, straight down the side of the mountain.  But the water below was cold, and green, and worth it.


There was a big beaver dam from the driftwood, and of course, I wanted to climb it.  It was a success, but there are no photos.  It was not my most fashionable or graceful moment.


We spent a good hour cooling off, playing in the water, and relaxing before the mile walk back to the car.  These rapids were lovely, the weekend was lovely, and I think it’s an absolute truth that hiking is good for your soul.


After making our way back to the car and dusting off a bit, we set out to drop the Ginger and CDB off at the airport.  Overall, it had been a good weekend, though I think my next trip will end up being a long weekend with a group that is about the same fitness and ambition level.

As we drove off, I turned around and saw the remains of Lake Cushman out the window.  No, sir, it truly does not get better than this.



Staircase to Heaven

The Ginger and CDB wanted to get to their flight by 4pm, which meant we had time for only one short hike.  We chose to go to Staircase Monument, since it was on the way to SeaTac, but still promised a lovely view of a waterfall.


Again, CDC bitched about everything, despite the Ginger and my urging to get a move on (to about 3 mph).  He was more interested in breakfast oysters and beer than seeing any more of the national park, so at some point we hiked ahead left him.  Louboutini kept him company, much to his chagrin, and we secretly thanked him later for taking one for the team.

The waterfall was not a hard hike, but it was gorgeous, even if the water flow was drastically reduced.  The Ginger mentioned that it was a perfect place to propose to someone, and he isn’t completely wrong.  It’s secluded and romantic, and aside from the fact that you’d be sweaty, your hands would likely be swollen, you’d smell bad, and if you are anything like CDB you’d be hungry, thirsty, whining, and upset with everyone, it truly is an ideal place to pop the question.


Editor’s Note:  I care about being sweaty and smelly, so if you are ever planning on proposing, please don’t do it when I look like I have Muppet Hands.


American AirBNB Horror Story

Because the Ginger and CDB were taking advantage of transportation, the Ginger decided to book us all an AirBNB in Sequim, so that we could have two days of exploring the park.  He found a place that was moderately priced, owned by “William,” and we all figured it would be fine.

It was a cute house from the 1930s, easily located, and in a quiet area of town.


When we looked up the address, however, we found out that it was not a house, per se, but a business.  A hypnotherapy business, owned by “Brian.” It was called Life 391 (which now redirects to a company called The Memory Detectives).  There was a photo of Brian:


We were spooked.  There was a bedroom with quite possibly the most uncomfortable bed on the planet, a waiting room with a futon, and an attic with a mattress.  There were several locked doors, the basement and attic had bars on the windows, and we were pretty sure we were going to be dissected in our sleep. We were on the lookout for weird hypnosis things – experiments, sleep talk, anything.  You never know.

You know what I do know?  They always kill the small one first.  AKA ME!

We spent fewer than 12 hours in the house – we would have spent more time, but a) we were scared and b) we did want to hike a good deal of the park.  When you have a face like that, and can scare four 30-somethings, perhaps you might want to rethink your rental.

Next time I’m booking the accommodations….

What a Hoh

When I moved from Texas, everyone said they’d come visit.  However, the only one I believed was the Ginger; he said he would come visit to go hiking.  The Ginger is from the Dirty Jerz, and has lived all over the country, so it’s not surprising he is less inclined to enjoy the rolling flatness of Texas, and he’d take the opportunity to escape the oppressive southern summer.


We planned to meet at Olympic National Park, which would be my first trip there.  After picking him up around the University of Washington campus, we had a three-hour drive to figure out where to start.  After some deliberation between the Ginger, Louboutini, and the Ginger’s travel friend, Cheap Douchebag (CDB), we decided on the Hoh Rainforest (insert “hoe” jokes here).

CDB is not athletic, he is cheap (thus the C), he’s a haughty elitist (“Iiiii went to Harvard Laaaaaaw”) and he does not appreciate nature.  Nor does he appreciate people going out of their way to make it easier for him.  Needless to say, he was a very large damper on the whole thing – complaining, whining, going slow on purpose, not chipping in for anything, and repeatedly mentioning how he liked being in Seattle proper a lot better, with the restaurants, girls, and booze.  Despite his best efforts, however, he still couldn’t ruin the incredible experience we were about to have.

We chose what amounted to a seven-mile hike, that started in the Hall of Mosses.  It wasn’t difficult, but damn, was it beautiful.  Not everything that is gorgeous needs to be hard.


The main hike would be through the rainforest, and be an out and back.  The trees are so much taller and wider than I’ve ever seen – this is what ants must feel like when they come across a twig.




Yes, I realize how phallic this all seems…

Summer 2017 had been awfully dry in the PacNW, so the “rain” part of the rainforest was lacking a bit.  Only about 100 inches of rain so far, in an area that usually gets 200 inches a year.  I’m glad we didn’t get rained on, but I cannot imagine the area being even MORE green.  I felt like I was stuck in Kermit the Frog – not that it was a bad thing.





Ruby Tuesday

Ruby Beach is between the Hoh Rainforest and Olympia, heading north.  It was a last-minute stop, and it was worth the detour, as it is probably the nicest beach I’ve been to in the PacNW. (Take that with a grain of salt – it is not the type of beach where you’d want to swim, but it did have sand…)


Driftwood from the rainforest is knocked into the ocean and floats downstream, until it lands on the shores of the rocky beach, and creates natural paths, gives wood to build shelters, and makes for amazing scenery.


It was foggy and chilly when we arrived there; it was reminiscent of when the Goonies washed up on Cannon Beach in Oregon.  It was magical and as if it were keeping a secret in the mist, just for the lucky few.



And just for a minute, I was one of those lucky few.


Vancouver – Stanley Park

When you’re so close to Canada, you can’t resist the temptation to go, just so you can put “I am out of the country, and therefore have no access to email or phone” on your out of office message. Or, fine, that’s just me.

My parents hadn’t been to Vancouver, and I had never been to Canada in general, so it seemed like a perfect opportunity to hang out, get some real Korean food in the Asian district, and visit a thriving city.

Once we got through the border crossing, the traffic, and managed to find a parking space, we walked around the northwest part, settling on a Korean restaurant with a prix fixe menu.  It was fantastic. I haven’t had Korean food that good since I went to Hong Kong.

We also went to Stanley Park, which has totem poles, a lovely sea walk, and a lighthouse at the end.  We caught a gorgeous day (albeit at low tide), and we took full advantage of the sunshine.




Friday I’m in Love

My parents were out for about 10 days, and on one of the days, we went to Friday Harbor.  It’s a pretty place on San Juan island.  It reminds me of a west coast version of Port Jefferson, since it’s a big harbor where you can catch a ferry to the nearby islands, or to Victoria, BC.


One VERY windy boat ride later….


A full day of travel, windy seas, and walking thoroughly wears you out.




My parents were thoroughly exhausted after a day of adventuring. 

We wandered the shops and took in the sights, stopping to eat (and encountered a random beach-like thing where I made a red friend as seen in the photos).  We didn’t get to venture out, as the ferries we were able to book didn’t leave much time in between, but I hear there’s a haunted mausoleum that is now on my bucket list.