If you ever make it to the extreme northwest corner of the lower 48 states, this is the last beach you can walk on: Hobuck Beach near Neah Bay, Washington. Part of the Makah Nation, this is wild land with unpredictable weather and spectacular scenery. I hope you'll endure the slow loading of this post, as I just couldn't limit the number of photos i wanted to share with you any further. I really want to convey the power of the misnamed Pacific Ocean--even on a mild spring day.
Continue reading...5. February 2009
Late on a winter day: the sun has dropped behind the snow-covered mountains and the Strait slaps the rocky shore at Tongue Point. This is where the Strait of Juan de Fuca turns and angles northwest, following the wild, vacant edge of Vancouver Island. Even the low hills there are frosted white.A steady breeze shoves the temperature near freezing. An eagle circles above me then lands on the small island in Crescent Bay. The tiny dollop of land is home to fir trees growing straight and tall, and it reminds me of a birthday cake with candles. Perhaps because I have cake on my mind, since I am here with my friend and it is her birthday.
Continue reading...7. August 2008
Rialto Beach has it all: impressive sea stacks to frame the views, stones of all shapes and sizes to sort through in search of special treasures, enough driftwood for a lifetime of imagining and collecting and wide sandy beaches that go on for days. In fact, it’s the starting point for backpackers who hike north into the wilderness beaches only accessible on foot. No longer being up to that sort of bodily stress, my dog and I camped on the Quillayute River just a mile away. Bliss. Peace. Exultation. I don’t think I could oversell this place.
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10. April 2009
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