Cape Flattery and Cape Alava!

Heading out to the most northwestern point in the continental US.

Cape Flattery is on the Makah Indian Reservation.  It is on the tip of Washington just where the Strait of Juan de Fuca begins.  We walked the flat boardwalk trail to see the four view points.

Sea birds on the rocks.

A few of the many caves the waves have carved.

One of the signs noted that the land we were standing on would eventually collapse as the waves are busy carving tunnels beneath us.

This is overcast, not smoke from the many fires burning in British Columbia.

Cape Flattery is the oldest named feature in Washington, named by Westerners.

Captain James Cook named it Cape Flattery in 1778, when he said the Cape flattered them with hopes of a safe harbor.

Mason enjoyed trying out his new camera.

This guy went out on a ledge to take his pictures.

Another view of the many tunnels.

Tatoosh Island behind us has a light house.

Inside our cabin.

 The cabin had bunk-beds and a full bed made up with sheets.  We were supposed to bring blankets but forgot!  Good thing it had an electric heater to warm it up before we went to sleep.

Cape Alava trail.

 The first leg of the hike was in the rain forest.  It wasn't raining, but they built it on a platform because the ground must get quite soggy.

It opened up into a meadow.  I felt like we were at a Christmas tree farm!

There were some gravel paths too.

And some giant cedar trees.

This guy didn't want to move.  He was enjoying the salal berries.

A few wild flowers along the way.

Low tide.

The next three-mile leg was on the beach.  It was an extremely low tide, which meant lots of pools to explore.

Found a swing on the beach.

I was the only one who tried it out!

Classic Washington coast line.

Indian petroglyph.

We looked for them and couldn't find them until we met a couple who had someone's thesis printed out with pictures of them.  We found two after talking to them, although they were confused if they were made 300 or 3,000 years ago!

Visions of the Dungeness Spit hike.

A window on the world.

A doe and her fawn.  (Bambi?)

Fishing net that had washed ashore.

It turned sunny!

After three miles on the beach, we were happy to hit this kind of trail.

The sign says 9.2 miles, but my Fitbit says it was 11 miles.

Fortunately, Mason could still walk and hiked the extra half mile to get the car for us.  Next time, we need our three missing family members to join us!