Rain world
Most people, inexplicably, choose not to hike the OlympicPeninsula rain forests in the rain. In July, when precipitationaverages a miserly 2.72 inches, 4,000 people bustle through theOlympic National Park Hoh Rain Forest Visitor Center each day.Barely 50 a day brave December’s 20.29-inch drenching.
I’m among those brave few, day-hiking the Hoh in its honest wetand gloom. And it’s a revelation. Every surface ― every leaf,twig, and scrap of bark ― glistens and strains to reflect thestruggling light, so the entire forest seems polished. And whatappears at first to be numbing monochromaticism, a tyranny ofchlorophyll, turns out to be a richly endowed spectrum of greens:the deep emerald of licorice fern, the wan olive of hanging clubmoss, the turquoise of Sitka spruce needles.
The constant drip and patter is soothing, like a pulse. Mysecret to feeling comfortable ― aside from head-to-toewaterproof clothes ― is simply accepting my environment as itis, rather than wishing for something else.