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Two weekends ago, TB orchestrated an entire weekend of so much beauty I almost died from it. As VVB would say, "It was so beautiful I almost yipped on my shoes." Of course, here I am sullying an entry full of stunning photographs with the colorful comparison of Rialto Beach to upchucking, but you know me. Instead of detailing how my heart was stung with the wildness of the coast here, I'll just show you.
When we first got to Rialto Beach on the Olympic Penninsula, we couldn't see the ocean. I could just hear it. Everything was white. There was a cool salt mist, fog, bleached driftwood five logs deep, white sand, white water, white birds. I stood on the pebbly beach, a sea of evergreens behind me, and my head reeled. It was truly a foreign planet.
We camped on the beach and buried sweet potatoes in the sand next to the fire to cook them. Being ultramegaoutdoor boy, TB has an array of equipment worthy of an REI commercial, and we made rice pilaf over a tiny gas stove. The sweet potatoes didn't heat all the way through. But we took a total money shot using the Jiffy Pop package that will win us something or other -- I don't remember the prize but you have to take a photo of you using Jiffy Pop popcorn. It sounded like a brilliant idea -- entering -- but then I saw on the box it declares the product unsafe for campfires, which is where we prepared it. We are sadly not Jiffy Pop Spokesperson material.
Did I mention how ridiculously otherworldy beautiful the coast is here?
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