Wild beaches of the Pacific Coast call me. But it is only seldom I visit. Even when I lived in Seattle, they seemed near, but somehow out of reach in a “normal” week. Perhaps if I lived closer…
Made it to the coast north of La Push, Washington in mid August, 2014. Equipped and with permit for wilderness camping.
Definitely my kind of wild! “… in Wildness is the preservation of the world”, indeed. HDT had it right.
I think I could spend many many days among this kind of sculpture…
… these ancient patterns.
and how quickly the light changes!
These trees are not logging debris. These giants were knocked down by storms over the years.
My campsite, just behind these logs…
…and the “restroom” just up slope. Yeah, it is called “wilderness camping” for a reason.
The seagulls overnight by the side of Ellen Creek outlet.
Walking along the beach in the morning,
I get a vision of walking here in every season;
collecting just a few stones each time.
I leave these snow flakes for a winter walk.
Yeah, i will return here for you.
Velella velella, blue sailors, up and down the beach by their thousands. A blue as deep and clear as the deepest oceans.
Miles and miles of beach, clear of human impacts
until nearing the access road
art appears from beneath the sands
exposed creations of days before
Definitely back in the human inhabited lands now.
Visited Forks for a cappuccino on the way back to Port Angeles.
Forest Fire Threat alert signs have been replaced there!