Olympic National Park is big. It’s not the biggest in the U.S., but its remoteness, varied terrain, non-contiguous boundaries, and the lack of roads that traverse its rugged, rainy expanse all combine to make it feel enormous.
Our first stay in the park was at the Kalaloch (pronounced “clay-lock”) Beach Campground along the far western edge along the Pacific.
Thanks to Glenn’s optimism and the use of our new favorite tool, CampFlare, we were able to snag a coveted site overlooking the beach that became available when someone else cancelled an earlier reservation. From this vantage point, we enjoyed walks along the beach and our last Pacific sunset of this journey.
Kalaloch is most known for its so-called Tree of Life that clings with exposed roots to a chasm in the beachside bluff, which was just a quarter mile from our campsite. The picturesque beach feels moody and brooding thanks to the usual low clouds scudding overhead.
The nearby forests that line the beaches cannot help but be lush from the bountiful rain that falls here. Wild berries like these salmonberries and thimbleberries were delicious foraging finds on our hikes!