This was a rather uncommonly still, quiet moment along the rugged Washington coast, the gently lapping surf behind me measured in inches instead of feet, the distant and occasional calls of seals and seabirds echoing in the concavity of the coastal bluffs, the cool and moist air ever so slowly caressing the skin on the softest of hints at a breeze. Overhead, sea fog slowly eroded away from the oceanside forest, revealing fuzzy patches of the blue sky beyond in varying opacity. No other person stood within at least a half mile, maybe more, a rare interlude of solitude in a popular national park, a comfortable seclusion accentuated by episodes of very dense fog with visibility under 100 yards. Moments before, relaxation in this place was so full and pervasive after a steep hike that I nearly fell asleep lying on a rock, in what would have been a first-time experience.
3 SE La Push WA (23 August 16) Looking N
47.8792, -124.5944