Ruby Beach, Olympic Peninsular, Washington.
I have heard of sea stacks referred to as the ghosts of
former headlands and there were many at Ruby Beach. In addition to the sight of
breakers crashing onto the rocks, the other unforgettable image was of
countless logs washed onto the shore forming a impenetrable wall of discarded
timber. These were once majestic trees and are now the bones of a past rain
forest.
The road now hugs the coast and we drive through a constant
fog of mist generated by the rough pounding sea. Still we see the snow-covered
peaks of the distant Olympic Range. Rote 101 was built in 1931. Until then
there were no roads into the Olympic Peninsular. The few inhabitants were First
Nation tribes and some early settlers, farming some of the more arable and
accessible land available. We tend to think of roads as means of getting from
one place to another but in early 20th century America, they were
transformative agents which opened up the country by bringing people in,
allowing natural resources to be taken out and impacting adversely on the
indigenous peoples who had lived in harmony with nature for thousands of years.
The beautiful Lake Quinault
Lake Quinault is a beautiful lake situated in the Quinault
Valley. It was formed by glacial action and a natural dam caused by the
depositing of a terminal moraine at its western end. It is surrounded by part
of the only sizable temperate rain forest in the Northern Hemisphere. The area
was home to Native American peoples who lived in an area, which had abundant
resources and a mild climate. Trees grow well here and as a result the area
hosts some of the tallest trees in the world (of 6 native species). We followed a trail, which took us deep
into the forest, with giant tress towering above us. Rain forests are dynamic
echo-systems and the forest floor is filled with the carcases of giant tress,
which have fallen as a result of age, wind or flooding. The most damaging are
the occasional hurricane strength storms that batter the area. The last great
storm was in 2007, which left millions of great trees uprooted. The
disappearance of a great tree in the canopy allows new trees to grow, while
animals, insects and fungi ensure that the tree’s resources are returned to the
perpetual cycle of nature. Just counting some of the rings on these fallen
trees shows that many were well over 400 years old.
Refreshed by our walk and some tea we moved on to Aberdeen.
This is traditional logging country but it has seen a recent collapse in the
industry, leaving the area poor with significant deprivation. One of the
largest paper mills in the area closed in 2009. The area provides a stark
contrast with the lush beauty of the Olympic National Park. Aberdeen was home
to Nirvana lead Kurt Cobain who died in 1994 at the age of 27 (the same age of
other rock legends such as Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin and Amy Winehouse) Kurt
Cobain was a spokesman for his generation and his premature death by suicide
left countless fans bereft. He once said “The
finest day I ever had was when tomorrow never came”
The last part of the journey through Washington and down
into Oragon was one of the most beautiful and sublime car journeys that I
undertaken for many years. The road hugs the sea as it winds down the coast. We
motored past mud flats with large numbers of wading birds, set against a
magnificent sunset, made even more unforgettable by a fuel gauge on zero and no
sign of a fuel station!
Wading birds at sunset
Farewell to Washington
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