We spent a couple of days with my family at my parent's camp over on Hood Canal. It isn't really a canal at all, its a fjord...a long glacier-dug arm of Puget Sound. Although it is close in miles to the urban crowds it is relatively hard to get to and feels a million miles away. Mom and Dad's place is close to the mouth of one of the many little rivers that leap straight down from the Olympic Mountain summits above to the salt water below, with no time to pool or gather tributaries. As you travel along the shoreline about every five miles you cross another river....the Quilcene, the Dosewallips, the Duckabush.... these are famous salmon-producing streams and are mostly still wild and free. We took a hike to one of the many waterfalls in the area and found that the National Forest begins about three miles upriver from the camp. It feels like the edge of the wilderness.
At this time of year there are quieter stretches of water as the river approaches its end. Logan had a wonderful time fetching sticks in the clear clean water. He is undeniably a water dog.