We slept in a church in the native Queets village last night. Yesterday was pretty intense and we were desperate to get off the road and find a safe place to stay.
Jess came to the church and knocked on the door in a tap tap tappitty tap tap to announce breakfast was ready. May had the table set, orange juice apple sauce and was in the middle of makin us blueberry pancakes. She fed us until we could barely stand and we sat around chatting until it was time to go. They had been married 70 years, and between the two had some pretty amazing stories. 
They had been recruited to live in the village and get the church going for the natives for two years.
We are biking towards Aberdeen, 70 miles and this road is tough. No shoulder n bumpy, slow going and lots of logging trucks. I have gotten pretty good at the bike and lean to get my head out of rear view mirror range when the big trucks fly by.
The sun is out, that's a miricle. I wish I had audio books in my iPod, something I could be learning from.
We are a little annoyed at the road and the trucks so we pull off at Amanda park. It would have been a beautiful ride it everything hadn't been logged to crap. The land is torn up and scraped clean. Instead of passing 1000 year old trees they are zipping past us piled high on the backs of trucks.
Our trip has turned into a multi travel adventure and neither of us give a dang about miles on the bike. It's an adventure more about the people we meet and the experiences we have. We decide to take the bus to Aberdeen.
We just piled our bikes into the back of a van and are heading into Quinault. We met O and D waiting for the bus. They seemed kind of hesitant talking to us, eventually asked if we wanted some chicken strips and a cider from the restaurant. I was pretty tense meeting them after yesterday and wanted nothing more than to get to a camp ground for some head space.
We were both interested in all the things they had to say. Logging, the earth, the government and contract law. Things over my head but knowing I should pay attention.
We decided to go up to O's place. D said it was magical and healing, we would be comfortable there and that O was a good guy. I trusted D.
This is awesome, the banter between O and D. Driving 10 miles an hour to avoid hitting frogs. Being surrounded by beauty and rainforest.
His house is back a long driveway, covered in moss. We walk lightly through the leaves, making sure not to step on the banana slug who has lived in the area for years.
It is a work in progress a beautiful space, I feel like im in a zen garden with the waterfall in the background and a surrounded by green.
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