October 13, 2015 La Push, Washington

The day started out cloudy, but it burned off by the time we left Port Angeles. High 60 degrees.

 

Mist burning off over Lake Crescent. Looks like a completely different lake with the sun out. We drove to La Push. It is still in Olympic National Park, but to the west on the coast. It is also in the Quileute Indian Reservation. We had lunch at the Riverside Restaurant. John had fresh from the bay salmon sandwich. La Push means the mouth, it is a bastardized version of La Bouche, which is French for the mouth. It is at the mouth of the Quillayute River.

The view from the restaurant- before the clouds burnt off here. Quileute Natural Resources dept. Love the Indian art.

La Push Marina. It is mostly a fishing town, 2 resorts, the restaurant and normal support things like a school, senior center, city government. The beach is edged with huge logs, they roll back and forth at high tide.

 

The bus at Quileute Oceanside Resort. It also has cabins and a hotel. We were the only ones here when we arrived, but we now have 3 neighbors, it will fill up for the weekend. John walking on the beach. This part of the beach is cobblestones instead of sand. It makes the coolest noise going in and out.

 

John is just to the right of the roots of this gigantic tree trunk. The waves whip up iridescent foam that jiggles in the wind, pieces of it blow around and it piles up and makes wild shapes as the waves hit it.

The view of the beach from the bus. This looks like a native canoe on the beach, but it is a log pile.

 

John in the sunset. James Island or A-KA-LAT to the Indians, in front of him is where the ancestors of the Quileute are buried. It is a scared island.  Me in the sunset trying to be a petroglyph.

 

Looking south on the beach are these great sea stacks.  The wind blows mist off the waves as they come in.

 

John standing on a huge log. Me standing beside it.

More misty waves in front of A-ka-let  Island and sunset.

 

   There is a flock of these geese running around the campground, the design left by the foam when it pops and a pile of mushrooms on a log at the beach.