Remember how I talked about how over-planning kills magic? I think this trip is a giant lesson in that. We knew we were heading up to Olympic National Park next and planed on continuing all the way around the peninsula, but we hadn't decided where we would camp our first night. On a map, at the south entrance of the park, a tiny speck of a lake existed and we agreed on heading there for the first night.
We didn't anticipate the beauty of this lake, the cabins nestled between the trees, the disconnectedness from the modern world, the west facing campsite we would find, or most importantly the incredible Lodge at Lake Quinalt.
Landing upon this lodge and amazing lake exemplified the power of spontaneity and it reaffirmed that picking a random spot on a map and committing to traveling there is always a good idea.
A funny side note, I struggled pronouncing Lake Quinalt so I took the privilege of renaming it Lake Quinoa. We will forever refer to the most blissful night of our trip watching the sun set at Lake Quinoa.