An easy beach trail along the Olympics' South Coast
By the Numbers
A tale of so many fronts: sun, fog, thicker fog, sun breaks. “If you don’t like the weather, wait five minutes” was never truer advice.
But let’s start with the conversation of the trip. As we arranged our packs a truck with a large metal cage and a “Beware of werewolf” sticker plastered along the top parked alongside us. As the cage opened a large black canine jumped out.
Yikes – we were near Forks after all!
Kid and I hadn’t been to the beach in several years, our last trip was way back in 2017 on an overnight to Rialto Beach.
On the walk through the woods I asked a returning hiker for any campsite advice and she offered to turn left at the big rock and look into the woods, there was a nice site above the beach with good views and off the sand. We were fortunate enough to be rewarded for our early arrival with this primo spot.
We arrived to blue skies and a hint of clouds, ideal conditions for a sunset and a night of astrophotography.
However, by the time we had walked the beach and settled into a relaxing afternoon, the fog had rolled in and in and in. To the beach it was all fog, to the woods behind us it was still blue.
The night brought a shimmering gold sky but no colorful sunset as we’ve experienced in past trips to the beach.
The morning brought wonderful light, mixing colors and sunlight on Crying Lady Rock.
At one point I was framing a shot when the incoming tide arrived sooner than expected and I had to retreat! The camera was set on a two-second delay so it fired as I made my way to dry ground.
After a leisurely beach walk dodging the incoming tide, we packed up camp and made our way through the foggy woods back to the truck and home.