Harpo and I decided a couple of days on the Washington coast would clear our minds and hearts as we finish one holiday and prepare for the next. We’ve been coming out to La Push for a few years now, always during the winter, and enjoying the solitude of the stormy beaches. This trip was no different – with incredible breakers driven by unprecedented heavy rain throughout the Northwest. The skies were leaden grey, occasionally sparkling shot thru with distant light, and weeping heavy mist. Perfect weather for vampires or PNW natives… the beaches were almost deserted, often allowing us to lay first tracks.

Harpo testing out the neoprene socks at high tide

Northwest School of Mystical Hikers vibe…

All the sea stacks fading into an impossible horizon north of Rialto Beach

The surf was heavy, the sea swollen after recent storms – the breakers were hitting the high tide mark hours after

Northwest forests are always spooky in the half misty light – ghosts abound, the imagination runs ahead of the feet…