Every time we drive south from Forks, we stop at an overlook of Kalaloch (prounounced klay-lock) Beach. We get out of the car and enjoy the fresh air coming in from the Pacific Ocean, the sound of waves rushing in and somtimes crashing on the edge below us. We watch the seagulls soar and swoop over the tumbling water, sometimes seeing pelicans and herons, eagles and hawks. We stand next to the berm looking down over the edge to see trees being tossed in the surf of high tide or tiny people walking on the exposed beach at low tide.
It never fails to inspire, awe, and take our breath away.
It never fails to inspire, awe, and take our breath away.