Road Rage? Not Me

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Four cars were traveling scenic Highway 101 at FIFTEEN miles per hour slower than the posted speed limit. Completely oblivious to the string of traffic behind them, I observed the driver and occupant’s heads swiveled towards the tall trees, fingers pointing to the mountains in the distance. 

I drummed my own fingers on the steering wheel and muttered disparaging words to myself.



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They continued their pokey pace in a close-knit pack—preventing me from having any opportunity to pass them. Not prone to road rage, I instead settled into tourist mode. 

Green trees stretched a hundred feet up into the blue skies and rugged mountain peaks stood at attention. When had I gotten so used to the scenery that I could be impatient with those who hadn’t? 



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Living in one of the most majestic places on the planet should be reason to rejoice, not lament slow-paced drivers caught up in its breathtaking wonder.

As Labor Day weekend approaches, another tourist season draws to a close—but not here on Washington’s Olympic Peninsula. 

This is a year-round destination where you can enjoy awe-inspiring vistas from Hurricane Ridge thousands of feet above the Strait of Juan de Fuca. 




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Or you can run along the longest natural sand spit in the United States, and then explore a mossy enclave within the Hoh Rain Forest, before gazing upon a spectacular Pacific Ocean sunset—it’s all here in God’s glory.







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Peninsulatrips.com offers a pictorial invitation to the Olympic Peninsula with all the directions you need to get here. Travel to where God whispers from towering firs and beckons in the rhythmic waves by the sea. 

Explore and be revitalized—slowing down helped me appreciate the blessing again.

This is the place where you can….Be still and know I am God. Psalm 46:10


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