So we roll into La Push on a rather grey, gloomy but warm afternoon and with our cabin not quite ready we just hang out with Jeff listening to his music and stories from Alaska as we watch the beach world go by.
We're hearing that that the weather might clear up for the evening so supper it is and then just across the laneway to the beach it will be.
Good rut to get into,
Pasta and Smoked Salmon.
(I get the whole upstairs to myself.)
As a couple of places we have been,
the whole of the land and resort is run by the local aboriginal clan.
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