This week we visited Olympic National Park for what should have been four days of camping but ended up to be a simple overnight stay. Bob came down with a bad cold and after a rough night we decided we’d head back home – but not before I managed to sneak in a walk.
I left him resting in the camper and headed for Rialto Beach where the sky was blue, the sun was shining and visitors were out enjoying the elements.
I headed north up the beach on a mile and a half trek to see the giant sea-carved arch aptly named Hole in the Wall. My steps were slow and clumsy as I sank into the slippery rocks and pebbles forming the beach;
but I continued on and soon enough the sand became smooth and compact.
I picked up the pace remembering my husband back at camp. Well, as much as you can when you’re stopping to watch the waves crash onto the shore – who can get enough of that? – and seagulls overhead and seals bobbing in the water, all the while looking for whales (I saw none.)
As I approached my destination I passed by beautiful sea stacks and saw an eagle take flight.
Finally I scrambled over giant drift logs to reach Hole in the Wall.
The tide was in so there’d be no walk through the arch which was probably a good thing. It was time to get back to the camper and head for home.