On the ferry, we met a guy on the way to a friend's funeral who told us about how his dog was stolen from his car a week before. A hard week indeed. And one of the saddest stories ever told.
We visited the Port Angeles Underground. During the early 1900s, they raised the town by a story because of persistent flooding and drainage problems. We saw an old miniature golf site with a cool mural and a whorehouse that kept the sailors happy in the old days.