June 14: Tiny Houses, and Snow in June

It was 40 degrees and raining when I woke up that morning. In fact, it rained most of the day.

The first thing we did was pack up some gear in preparation for our upcoming three day tent camping adventure. Then Matt had to run down to his neighbor's house to let him know that the closest cell tower was down,  so he'd be out of contact for the day.

Matt's driveway is 4 miles of dirt and rocks and potholes that should probably be more accurately called craters. From there, it was another couple miles up his neighbor's driveway,  then a three or four minute walk down a steep, muddy trail.

Matt's neighbor (a 40-some year old photographer named Todd) lives in a tiny house.

Less than 200 square feet, the house seemed the perfect size. He had an apartment sized kitchen,  a small bathroom,  a sizable loft office, and an entire wall covered in bookshelves. His porch looked down over the hill and through the trees. 
All his electricity is generated by a handmade water-powered generator sitting in the small stream out behind the house.

After that, breakfast from Jack in the Box (a chicken sandwich and curly fries??? Okay maybe it was bit more like brunch) and a ferry ride from Seattle to the Olympic Peninsula.

Then we saw a lighthouse built in 1913, and explored an old WWII fort.

From there we grabbed some tacos from a local place, and drove up to Hurricane Ridge in hopes of getting a sunset view. Instead....

Yeah, snow. A lot of it. Bleh.

So we drove back down the mountain, and found a campground down in the rainforest. Breanna and I took Floyd on a walk while Matt set up the tent and got a fire going.

Matt made us some hot cocoa  (slightly burnt... hard to cook over a Swedish Fire Torch.) And then we put on some extra layers and hunkered down for the night.