I had heard from multiple people what a magical place La Push was. It kept popping up in my instagram feed, followed by in the inevitable "it-took-us-5-hours-to-get-here-caption", so I put it on my secret wish list, assuming I'd never make it there. But, as always, Vincent was the one person that is always willing to go the extra mile for an adventure (you can read the first instalment of our adventures here) and suggested going there before I could even muster the courage to suggest the long trip to the coast, especially given the harsh sunlight would make taking great pictures virtually impossible.
Armed with coffee and an array of wildly random snacks we started driving up the coast in the morning, stopping at Lake Crescent and other random spots along the way. Essentially, it took as much longer than the advertised 5 hours to finally get to La Push, because we're photographers and we waste way too much time stopping to take pictures everywhere. We hiked through the woods for about 15 minutes until we reached second beach. I grew up on an island, so I have a sentimental attachment to the ocean, but nothing could have prepared me for the beauty of La Push. It was one of those surreal moments where you couldn't even believe that you were going to get to the beach, after hours of driving and walking through the thickest forest. We stayed for hours waiting for sunset, but were surprised by fog just as the light turned golden. I couldn't have asked for a more perfect day and better encouragement to always go the extra mile.
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