Sam and I had been on the road a few weeks by the time we found the campground at Kalaloch Beach (“clay-lock”) in Olympic National Park, Washington.
For this last Scamp I had set up what turned out to be an exhausting pace, driving hither and yon (that’s a real place on the west coast, I swear) to see the National Parks. Sam and I were both ready for a major slowdown – long beach walks, no driving, naps.
We found a sweet spot at the Kalaloch campground, a two-minute walk from the path down to the shore. We went to sleep with the roar of the ocean, and woke up to fog and a blissful cool and damp after so much fire and smoke. We walked on the beach morning, noon, and evening, with Sam off leash and me poking along behind. Heaven.
And then, there was this:
Plus, sea anemones:
If you get a chance – go. If you’re not into camping, there’s a lodge down the road which has a great little restaurant (with a view of the ocean, natch), and the cabins are supposed to be comfy. Kalaloch was definitely a highlight of the trip.
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