We spent a couple of nights by the Strait of Juan de Fuca, on the aptly named Juan de Fuca trail. To make a long story short, we hiked in 8-9km along a difficult path, carrying what seemed to be all of our worldly possessions in two packs, including, but not limited to, the tent that Julien and Megan gave us for Christmas (see pictures in next post). The clear highlight was camping on the edge of the ocean, with high tide reaching within a metre of our tent around midnight. It felt like we were sleeping on the water (except for the fact that we were on hard sand, with not a few jagged rocks beneath us). We woke up to a calm foggy sea, and lazily explored the intertidal (marine biology kicks ass!) while Maggie terrorized the resident (endagered) sea ottered and got in terrible trouble for it. The hike back out was easy and terribly satisfying, with good weather all around (it almost didn't rain).
Pour les français en résumé: Un petit camping sauvage au bord du Pacifique il y a deux semaines. Une randonnée de 8-9km pour trouver un petit coin de sable pour la nuit. Malgré la saison, nous étions presque seuls sur la plage.
Remi
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