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Day 33 · Scheduled earlier

Discovery Bay

Jefferson County, WA

Discovery Bay, between the strait and Hood Canal

This day on the route

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Walking
Planned walking
9.7 miles

Day 33: 9.7 planned walking miles to Discovery Bay. The following stage continues to Quilcene; no walking conditions are inferred from the map line.

Route overview, not turn-by-turn directions.

Gouache panorama of a two-lane road curving beside tidal flats and blue bay water, with small houses, utility poles and forested hills.
Illustration inspired by Discovery Bay, Jefferson County, WA.

Day 33 is planned as 9.7 miles to Discovery Bay. The next stage turns toward Quilcene and the communities along Hood Canal.

Discovery Bay sits between the Blyn and Quilcene stages in the founder’s itinerary. The planned walking day is 9.7 miles, followed by a longer 14.5-mile stage to Quilcene. This is where the chapter begins its transition from the northern Olympic Peninsula toward the Hood Canal portion of the loop.

Water quality work in this part of Jefferson County connects the bays with the streams and rivers that feed them. The county’s Quilcene-Dabob project, undertaken from 2015 to 2018, examined fresh and marine water together to protect shellfish, recreation and aquatic habitat. The work follows the connections from inland watercourses to the marine habitat along this part of the route.

The educational reading linked to this day distinguishes the two main adult donation methods. Peripheral blood stem cell donation and marrow donation involve different procedures and assessment. NMDP explains what each method involves and the assessment that follows selection for a patient, giving readers a fuller account of what donation may require.

From the road

A lovely wrong turn along Sequim Bay, and a little shed in a magical garden

It was still raining when she woke up at the Sequim Bay Lodge. She got herself ready, rain gear and all, with the rain cover on her backpack, then walked the half mile to the bus stop and took the bus into Blyn, where it stopped in front of the Jamestown S’Klallam Tribe’s administrative offices.

She has a personal commitment to walk every mile, every step of her journey, and sometimes that takes flexibility. The half mile she had walked to the bus stop that morning was a perfect fit for the half mile between the Longhouse Market, where she had stopped the day before, and the tribe’s administrative offices. She is very careful to track her walking distances every day, she says, and she also uses flexibility and wisdom as she makes her way on her long-distance walks.

At the administrative offices she greeted Joan, the woman she had spoken to on the phone the day before, and introduced herself; it was a pleasure to meet her in person. Joan had really responded to her needs when Jeana was making her cold calls, and now she gave her a morning coffee and let her refill her water bottles and use the restroom.

As it turned out, she would need that wisdom again very early in the day. As she set off walking, she met a couple and asked them the best way to get to the highway. There was a staircase back the way she had come, and they pointed to a road that would take her to the highway in about two and a half miles. She chose the road, since it was going in the direction she wanted to go, and off she went. She is sure they didn’t misdirect her; she misunderstood, and took the lower road instead of the upper road that went to the highway.

She had a beautiful walk — what a blessing, she says, to make that mistake. She walked along Sequim Bay in the forest, in all its beauty and quiet. When her apps started working again, it was clear that she wasn’t getting any closer to the highway. She pulled out her compass to double-check, and sure enough, she was headed north. The maps confirmed it: she was 3.4 miles from the administrative offices, in the wrong direction.

She had never gone the wrong way like that before, but it had been quite a lovely walk. She waved down the first car that came by and explained to the lovely woman driving it that she had walked the wrong way, that she was doing a long walk, and that she didn’t really want to add 6.8 miles to the 11 miles she needed to walk that day. Though the woman was in a hurry, late for an appointment, she took the time to let Jeana put her backpack in the car and drove her back to the administrative offices.

There Jeana told Joan she had gone the wrong way, and asked whether anyone was available to take her those 3.4 miles up the highway, so that she wouldn’t have to walk them again. Joan found a man who was willing to drive her, and he took her exactly 3.4 miles up the highway and dropped her off. She was ever so grateful to the woman who had stopped to help her and to the man from the Jamestown S’Klallam Tribe who made sure she was on her way.

She hadn’t walked far when she came to a town called Gardiner, where two stores stood side by side right along the highway: Nature Store and Public Gardens, and Wild Birds Unlimited. She went in hoping they might have a little food, something to sustain her. All she had had for breakfast was a protein bar her trail angels had given her a few days before, and the coffee from Joan.

Inside, she was greeted by a woman whose name, she later found out, was Christy. Jeana asked whether they had any protein bars, and Christy said, “Just a minute,” ran to the back and brought out a small package of vanilla wafers and an oat and nut bar. Then she asked Jeana whether she needed a place to stay. What an amazing gift: it turned out she had a little shed at the back of a beautiful, magical garden, and she offered to let Jeana stay there for the night.

Jeana still had 6.5 miles to walk, but she wasn’t about to turn down a safe, dry place to spend the night. Her host showed her where to put her big backpack, and with her little backpack on, Jeana walked 3.25 miles down the hill and back up again — her 6.5 miles into Discovery Bay. Christie had also told her that she would drive her to Discovery Bay in the morning. There are so many days when she doesn’t know where she will be staying that it was lovely to know, early in the day, that she had a safe place to lay her head.

Most of the route going south was downhill, so the way back was all uphill, but without her heavy pack it was a breeze both ways.

There are times, she says, when she records a journal entry as she walks, or calls folks about the business of the Jada Bascom Foundation. But much of her walking is done with a quiet mind, with the noise of the traffic, the wind in the trees and whatever is happening around her. When she is walking, she writes, she is never truly alone; she is connected to all that is.

There are also times when she feels the pain of the backpack in her shoulders, or walks in a state of exhaustion, so tired that there is nothing but walking and it takes complete focus to put one foot in front of the other. Walking, she says, is a reflection of her daily life, of recognising where she is: a scattered mind, painful emotion or physical pain, desire, a quiet mind, compassion.

Christie brought bread and cheese, fruit and carrots to the little cabin for her dinner. Jeana set up her tent for an extra layer of warmth, ate with fervour, and fell asleep protected, dry and warm. Her hosts that night were Christie and Marc.

Stripping away the scattered thoughts or the stories about daily life, what is left is the simple fact of movement, gravity, breath, and the ground beneath me.

Jeana Moore
A lit roadside sign reading Sequim Bay Lodge, Jacuzzi Suites, with a red Vacancy sign glowing above it, stands on a grassy bank in the dark beside a wet road.Jeana Moore, her white hair blown about, smiles in a black rain jacket and hi-vis vest with pack straps across her chest, in front of a wooden sign reading Sequim Bay State Park above an arrow pointing left.Two tall carved and painted poles, with a carved crossbeam spanning them, rise from a stone base lettered Jamestown S’Klallam Tribe, with a rain-wet plaza, lamp posts and a misty bay and wooded hills behind.A band of pale orange light along the horizon beneath heavy grey cloud, with dark wooded headlands at either side of the bay, wet flats in front and the silhouettes of young conifers in the foreground.An American flag and a black flag fly from two poles above a curved dark wall lettered In Honor of Those Who Served and, partly hidden by grasses, Jamestown S’Klallam Veterans Memorial, with wet flats and misty wooded hills beyond.An American flag and a black flag bearing a white face design and the words The Strong People, mirrored from behind, fly from two poles above dark-leaved shrubs, a grey bay and a misty wooded shore.Heavy grey cloud above a pale strip of sky over the bay, with a long wooded headland, wet flats, young conifers and autumn shrubs, and a red-framed panel of black cut metal half hidden by leaves in the foreground.A close-up of a face carved into a wooden pole, with round black-and-white eyes ringed in turquoise, heavy black brows, turquoise nostrils and a wide red grin, wet with rain in front of a dark-sided building.A close-up of a rain-wet black metal panel cut into a stylised design of an eye and curving crescents, with orange shrubs, red slats and green lawn showing through the openings.Mist drifts across a dark forested hillside above pale blue water, with two small buildings tucked in at the edge of the forest, a band of leafy trees along the shore, wet flats and a bare sapling in the foreground.Rippled grey-blue water seen through a screen of tall trees, one with a pale, streaked trunk and reddish branches, with a wooded far shore under a white sky.A two-lane road with a double yellow centre line curves away between towering conifers hung with moss, with a mailbox and driveway on the right under a pale blue sky.
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A damp road with a worn double yellow line climbs to a crest between dark conifers and a tall, forked tree leaning out against a sky of grey cloud.Tall straight trunks and feathery conifer branches frame a gap in the woods where blue water, a small dock and a low far shore show beneath a clear sky, with leafy undergrowth below.Bright blue water stretches across to a far shore of wooded hills, houses and a cluster of white boat masts, framed by dark overhanging branches, with a small float out on the water.A leaf-strewn gravel track runs into a dark tunnel of tall conifers, their feathery branches lit by sun, with ferns at the right and the end of a metal gate at the left edge.A branch thickly coated in bright green moss snakes down through a hillside of ferns and fallen brown leaves, beside mossy tree trunks.Water spills in small cascades over grey rocks and a weathered log into a clear, sunlit pond, edged by a low bushy evergreen with long needles, leafy shrubs and a small tree hung with red berries.A small waterfall pours from a flat dark rock into a clear garden pool ringed with grey stones, under a mound of soft-needled evergreen, with glossy green leaves in the foreground and blue sky above.Up close, water sheets over the lip of a broad mossy rock into a sunlit pool, where a small turtle figure sits at the edge between smooth pebbles beneath overhanging evergreen needles.A bridge with weathered timber railings curves away under a cloudless blue sky, a wide plank walkway running beside its two traffic lanes and double yellow centre line toward dark conifers and yellow autumn trees.A dark green road sign on a metal post reading Entering Gardiner, set against a tangle of branches and big leaves turning yellow and orange.A long shop with shingled dormers, a metal roof and solar panels, signed Nature Store & Public Gardens on the left and Wild Birds Unlimited on the right, with log benches outside and an empty car park in front.A still pond scattered with fallen leaves lies beneath overhanging green branches, with slender trees glowing in low sunlight and a wire fence behind them on the far bank.Two dogs stand on grass scattered with fallen leaves beside a metal fence post, a black-and-white dog with tan markings looking up at the camera and a brindle dog in a pink coat and teal collar looking away.
Distance walked
11 miles
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Local history and background reading for this stop.

  1. Quilcene-Dabob water quality project — checked Sep 5, 2026
  2. Blood stem cell donor questions — checked Sep 5, 2026
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