I drove through the mists to reach Cape Flattery. I started down the trail through the gloomy forest, my feet barely making a sound on the trail. The trail is an easy hike, eventually becoming cedar planks & rounds through the boggy areas as you get closer to the coastline. The occasional swirl of fog moved through the forest, caressing my face with moisture. I felt sporadic drops of condensation water from the great trees above me strike my Gore-Tex rain jacket. After a few minutes I heard a strange sound off in the distance, far enough away that I was unable to determine precisely what I was hearing. As I ventured closer to the shore I could hear the surge of the surf, the crash of the waves against the cliffs, and the cry of seabirds. Sea lions barked somewhere out on the rocks, explaining the strange sounds I had earlier heard. There are cedar plank viewing platforms in strategic locations, although I admit to following side trails closer to the cliff edge in order to get better photos (but not close enough to be unsafe!). The mists lifted slightly, enough to see a lighter band on the horizon, even though the skies remained overcast. No other sound reached my ears, just surf, birds and sea lions. I could well have been the only person at Cape Flattery at that time. I needed the peace and time with my camera to soothe my soul. We are so incredibly lucky to have so many scenic vistas in our state. Too little time, too much to see… I’m already planning my next adventure!