We are headed home. Hennacornoeli style. Sunday night we were dropped off by car ferry at Port Angeles. We hit the Safeway, got some gas, and then bedded down at the Port Angeles Inn. The price was high, but it had a wonderful view of the town and the dock. Late into the night I heard teenagers whooping it up just out of sight. Or maybe they were vampires- this is Twilight area. Today, Wednesday, I woke up only 135 miles away. Although further south, we were also further west and in road miles further from home than when we dropped off in Port Angeles. But we squeezed every ounce out of those 135 miles. We circled the perimeter of Olympic National Park and hiked in the Elhwa Valley, camped at Mora, saw a sunset at Rialto beach and marveled at the distant sea stacks, were able to play on and around the sea stacks at Ruby Beach, hiked in a rain forest at Hoh (Santa’s favorite rain forest, Hoh, Hoh, Hoh), and then camped on a ridge almost overlooking the ocean last night. We also scavenged for drift wood for a fire, collected crab parts and interesting stones, and watched driftwood houses being built. Henna, although decidedly homesick, was asked if she wanted to book home or take this detour and she decided on the detour. A chip off the old block.