Wild West day 21

We're still in the Hoh Rainforest campground, after a good night's sleep. It got dark before I could take more pictures last night. Here's Ditto and I checking out the Hoh River flowing by the camp. Here's what the campground looked like. It was a beautiful place with lots of moss covered trees. Then we had to leave the mossy wonderland and keep on trucking. But, on the way back out we had to stop at the big fir.   Joyce just loved standing there because it made her feel so small. I said, "feel"!!! Moving on, we made our way on up to the very tip of Olympic Peninsula to the Makah Indian reservation. My intent was to camp there, but we got there earlier than expected. So, we did a Clark Griswold look see, instead. Actually, there wasn't as much to see as I had hoped, but the tribal museum satisfied me. It was really quite an extensive museum. Unfortunately, they did not permit photos in the museum, just in the outer money making, trinket sales area. They did, however, have a real live dead totem pole. As we left the reservation, we passed the sacred burial grounds. We traveled along the northern coast of the Olympic Peninsula to Port Townsend. Arriving unannounced, we had to settle for the local fairgrounds campground. But, it was cheap, clean and turned out to be pretty interesting. I was walking Ditto at the fairgrounds when this homeless looking guy came rolling by in a wheelchair. I spoke and seemed to have hit a switch on the guy. He proceeded to tell me all about his jet plane that was in a shop being repainted and did I want to go somewhere in it when it was ready. About then a dog came running up and the guy told me what kind of breed it was and how much it was worth because it was so rare. This went on and on for quite some time. I tried to be polite and, at least, appeared to listen. Then I looked behind him and saw a young woman walking her dog. She made the mistake of greeting the guy and his attention turned toward her. I faded away, leaving the poor woman in his charge. Later Joyce and I saw where he was staying. It was up in the corner of the campground. He had a couple of blue tarps tied down low and looking like small versions of Arab desert dweller tents. So, I guess he looked homeless because he was.