I wonder why people spell the name of their town one way but pronounce it another way. Like the town I am in now: Sequim, Washington. I said See-quim like it is spelled. They say Squim.
“Squim” has totems everywhere. I felt like I was visiting a foreign land.
Dungeness National Wildlife Refuge a few miles from Squim encompasses a spit which is a narrow strip of land that juts 5 miles out into the Strait of Juan de Fuca.
So I drove there and walked down a very steep hill out onto the spit which is basically a beach (about 30 feet wide) that is covered with very large pieces of driftwood, basically whole trees.
I walked along enjoying the warmth of the sun, the sound of the waves lapping against the shore; unaware of the distance I was covering. By the time I got back to my car, I had walked 8 miles.
Thankful for a beautiful sunny day and a good long walk ~