Neah Bay, Washington

Neah Bay, on the Makah Reservation, is the northwestern most point in the continental US. We drove out from Port Angeles, hauling the trailer, originally planning to stay a couple of days. You take 101 west to the 113, to the 112 and drive slowly around switchbacks and up and down hills for 100 miles. The ocean with log-strewn sandy beaches, sea stacks, and tide-pools is on your right and level with the road for about 70 of those miles. The roads pass through Clallam Bay and Seiku, finally ending at the town of Neah Bay. From there, the RV resort is another few miles toward the south to Cape Flattery, on a dusty gravel road. The "resort" (another relative term) is a gravel parking lot with several cabins and a few RV hookups. The beach is spectacular, but we didn't stay. For one thing, at 1:00 PM, the temperature was 55 degrees and the air was thick with fog, while just a mile or two inland it was sunny and in the high 60s. The other reason was that it was a little creepy. I felt isolated and vulnerable. Steve and I were both trying to second-guess what the other wanted to do, and we finally agreed to head south to a slightly more populated area.

So here we are in Forks. The "Twilight" capital of the world. Apparently there is a TV show about the town. As we are not much into vampires, we had never heard of it. There is access to the beaches just a few miles up the road, so we're going to stay for a couple of days and check it out. After several active days, we're ready for a day of relative quiet.

I found a nice little produce market selling local corn and local mushrooms so we had a nice dinner. We even plugged in the TV and watched the news. Connecticut sure made headlines. I used to work right near there. Yikes.  

By the way, what is the deal with the numbers on the back of the social security cards? Can someone please email me and explain what craziness is afoot about it?