As I’ve mentioned a few times, I fell in love with Kalaloch beach. The fog was deep and rolled in sheets through the campground. As I walked down to the beach through bright green shrubbery, I descended onto a black sand beach filled with driftwood logs and bordering forest. The low tide waves gently eased to shore, but the more violent waves further off could be heard loudly. I made no footprints on the compacted, wet sand. Animal shells, from crabs and mussels especially, littered the beach as birds scavenged.
I had almost no expectations for Washington, and this place truly astonished me.
(I am aware that not everyone thinks fog rolling on an empty beach is the definition of a beautiful beach. I also don’t care.)
The following few pictures are from Ruby Beach, about 5 miles north of Kalaloch. This beach is covered in smooth rocks, has a rich intertidal zone full of life, and big rocks sitting close to shore.