Moments from the Olympic National Park
Surrounded by the tall Douglas-fir trees, I trek on a trail which resembles a frame from the Temple Run game. It’s seven o’clock in the evening, and a thick veil of mist has blanketed the coast. A southerly wind is blowing at the point, and the ocean isn’t as turbulent as I thought it might be.
After a few minutes of patience, the weather begins to break just enough to highlight sublime views of the surrounding sea stacks. As I gaze into the vastness of the Pacific Ocean, I see seagulls, cormorants, what I thought might have been puffins, a few other birds, and best of all, many sea otters! I take a few more steps, and now I’m standing at the edge of the furthest Northwest point in the States, Cape Flattery, among the blooming flowers and earthy smell of the coast.
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