Would you rather?
Forks, Washington
Got up and took care of a few things around the camper (updated resume, connected with Dihan, worked on the website)
Everything was damp; nothing we hang up dries (towels, soggy clothes, etc.) - between the humidity and slugs, I’m not sure if we could live here (though the lush forests, mountains, premier fishing and oceans surely make up for it)
Got on the road and drove to Cape Flattery, which is part of the Makah Indian Reservation; we stopped at the visitor office and purchased an annual recreation pass, parked and walked the nature trail to the most northwestern point in the contiguous 48 states; Oslo pooped three times directly on the trail; the caves reminded us of the sea lion caves on Vancouver Island; we caught a glimpse of a dolphin swimming maybe 70 yards off the coast
We left Cape Flattery and pulled into a nearby parking lot where we actually had enough cell service to participate in the HOA board meeting; after the call ended, we continued another hour southwest to Rialto Beach; dogs are not permitted, but that didn’t stop us
Mounds of driftwood covered the beach with log jams made from trees 100-150 feet tall (likely taller in their prime); waves crashed on the beach, much taller than those at Cox Bay Beach, but not surfable as they created so close to shore on top of a gravel bottom; we walked along the shoreline toward the hole in the wall and other rocks that towered above the beach; we stopped at the creek so that Oslo could enjoy the freshwater for his simultaneous swim and drink combo; there were several people camping overnight with tents tucked between the driftwood in patches of sand; played a game of “would you rather…?” as we retraced our steps back to the parking lot
Drove back to camp, made burgers and greek salad for dinner; Oslo’s spidey senses were alerted and he scoped out the trees behind the camper - something caused him to bark furiously and we think it could have been a wild cat (cougar)
Campground: Forks Sol Duc
