Olympic National Park

Greetings from the rain forest, where the fog moves in and out of the gnarled tree trunks in a ghostly creep.

This is the view literally out our door

And by literally, I mean this:

See the doorframe?

We are at Kalaloch (pronounced Clay-lock) on the Pacific Coast of Olympic National Park.  For us New Mexican desert rats, the foggy moist weather is a fun alternative.  The locals tell us the weather here is always either windy or foggy, and we know windy, so we'll take foggy.

The ocean is about 50 yards in front of us, but seeing it depends on how much fog is around.  We do hear the crashing waves, however.  In fact, the coastline is all glacial gravel and sand, which washes away on the waves, and is thus eroding at the rate of about a foot every couple of years.  The ocean front camp sites are getting smaller day by day.  

This erosion is also part of the reason huge trees and logs are all over the beach, along with dire warning signs not to walk on the beach when the tide is high.  The logs toss around and have crushed people.

Written on Tuesday Aug. 25