Kingston Ferry to Olympic Peninsula to destination, Rialto Beach. Seattle and Mt Rainier in background..
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Last weekend when Daphne and Jeremy were here, the last thing we did was backpack Rialto Beach, {must be the most sensational beach in the world ...shh don't tell}
I have been going here for many years now since moving to the PNW. I am always amazed by the powerful beauty of this ever changing beach, where old growth logs get washed out, or were once washed out, I presume, from the 3 rivers that flow into the Pacific from the Old growth forest...(The Hoh, and The Quileute, and The Bogieschiele). Leaving Rialto we had Bogie Burgers and chocolate shakes at The ThreeRivers Inn and Cafe...
I have hiked over these logs at night at high tide to Hole in the Wall Beach, amazing experience, because it is one of those times that you disappear; no body, no mind, just super consciousness, expanded into oneness. It took about 2.5 hours to hike this maybe 2 mile stretch on logs that other wise would take 40 minutes at most.
Ordinarily the hike is walking in deep wet sand and pebbles, with a pack on your back, and is a good work out, on large logs at night it is stupendous.
We hiked in at medium tide, and Jeremy carried a small pack and never once winced at his load or the trek. Daphne I think was totally amazed as so many people are when they see this amazing beach. So Saturday some people from Holland were at the trail head when we got back, and couldn't believe their eyes, and were asking "what in the world was further down the beach?"
So here are a few pictures of the wonder of Rialto Beach on the Pacific Coast of Washington.
Entrance to Hole in The Wall Beach
Camp Site
Daphne and Jeremy asleep in their tent early in the morning when only I was awake
Tide Pool
Foggy Morn
Shoes always go under tent fly to stay dry
Daphne thought Washington was cold, well, sometimes it is chilly, at night and near the beach..
warms herself by the fire..Jeremy is fine with no shirt tho..
'By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it.
The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired'.
Franz Kafka