It is a torturous, sinuous drive up to Deer Park Campground in the Olympics. Once we arrived I made coffee and sat alone appreciating our arrival while George set up the tent.
We were in a spectacular location - the Olympic National Park. 
I looked forward to hiking, vistas and the exquisite flora carpeting the tundra -
resilient little blooms that shudder in the wind, hunkering down for a brief season of sun, fog and rain.
George wanted alpine/tundra too. But, he also wanted photographs!
