RogersFall 2015
Ruby Beach, Olympic National Park, WA: After my wet 31 mile bike ride around the lake two days earlier, I was eagerly looking for a nice, blue sky ride. I found it on our second day at Kalaloch. The skies were crystal clear, the warmth of the sun was a mecca to both of us. I put on just one and half layers, loaded my gear and took off north to see what I could find.
The beach at Kalaloch is kind of simplistic, void of drama. I yearned for something more. As I grabbed my camera holster, the Nikon spoke to me, “ugh Kimosabe, if we make tracks north, we find white man's gold.” Looks like Zane's novel still resonates with in me. So I mounted Silver and we rode 7 miles up the coast on Hwy 101. Not much to see until I came across this cool National Park beach. The lot was full, a dozen and half cars, and I could see that it was like a natural Disneyland to folks like me who saw nothing so far along the Washington coast. Here was an oasis of rock out croppings and islands, a drift wood graveyard. An elementary school was having a class outing and teachers carried kids one by one across the stream spilling into the ocean. Young folks, old folks explored to their hearts content. My Indian brother and I did our thing.
