Olympic Hot Springs , a chain of seven natural pools in the Olympic National Forest, sounded perfect for a day-after-Christmas hike.
Rivulets and waterfalls everywhere. A snowflake or two, swirling down. Hot springs in the snow? Even lovelier!
As we continued up the trail, a barrage of snowflakes and diminishing light had us second-thinking, though.
Aaand, that was the final crossing which we did not cross. No yaktrax, no flashlights, and an icy, narrow bridge meant that we’ll have to return another day, better prepared. Who knew that skinny-dipping as the snow falls takes such forethought? We met quite a few other hikers who were on their way up to the springs in the snow-thickened dusk. What could be nicer than the exercise of the trail, and afterwards sitting in the warmth as frosty night falls around you?