I woke up this morning to the low tide, here at my island hideaway, in Juan de Fuca park.
After the crazy bike ride, and the strenuous hike to get here, I've elected to keep this, the best campsite of all; for an extra day.
It's so quiet here, just the sound of the surf lapping against the rocks. Packing in, have put me several kilometes of trail away from the nearest road access. There's an outhouse around the corner, a freshwater creek for the filter up the way, and very, very few other human beings. No car noises, no train noises.
It's completely detached here, minus the occasional passer-by on the beach trail. It will be even fewer tomorrow, when the week-enders departing today.
I really needed a quiet day relaxing on the beach, and I've gotten it.
I also drank all the coffee, this might get ugly. I should try and barter with someone who would like one less item in their heavy pack (I'm near the terminus trailhead).
Camera battery is also running low.
I walked out to look at the tide pools, and observed hermit crabs, with some other, larger crabs. Nothing large enough to be delicious, sadly.
Being on the sea, makes me wish that I had a sailboat.
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