As I sit here and try to write about my time at Olympic National Park, I again find myself almost at a loss for words. I often find myself with this feeling when I leave a National Park. Each one is so unique that I yearn to be able to experience them all the time, all at once. Olympic was different though. The feeling of discovery that I had while exploring. The surprise around every corner. It was almost too much to handle. The words of my grandparents telling me not to make the same face for too long as it would become permanent rung in my ears. But who would complain about having a permanent smile?