Maybe it was the severe cloudy sky, maybe the thick smell of the ocean, the gray beach, or the dead and rotting seal I came across, but I had quite an awful time at this park. I could barely get through this hike, to be honest.
Regardless, I hiked the Ozette Triangle trail, 9.6 miles, mostly flat. Deep in the temperate rainforest of coastal Washington, the mossy-branched trees stood tall on both sides of the trail. Signs warned of cougars among the thick green leafy vegetation off both sides of the boardwalk. And I believed the warnings, giving me yet another reason to hustle through this hike.
One rainforest leg of the triangle lead out to the beach. I
could tell I was getting close by the overpowering smell of the ocean and the
thick mist that washed over the outlying islands that popped up in the surf.
A depressing, morose beach fit for an edgy vampire novel. Gray, filled with flies swamping organic debris while crows milled around and squawked, staring at me apathetically.
I continued to march down the beach to find the only redeeming part of this hike.
The little crabs, in the many tide pools. Hundreds of them, running around the shallow water, all colors to match the rocks except for the red ones (which I noticed had been picked off by the crows in the sand). Thousands and thousands of tiny snails and hermit crabs had anchored themselves to every part of every rock. But after the hike thus far, I was almost unimpressed with the petroglyphs on the huge rocks at the beach.
Still quite demoralized, I set my legs to take me back through the last leg of the triangle. More rainforest, back to the trail head. It became a huge green blur.