The Beginning of the World
Cape Flattery, Neah Bay, Washington
The road ends and the world begins. Or so it seems in this remote corner of Washington, where I stood on the northwestern-most tip of the contiguous United States. An hours long drive from almost everywhere, this is the place the native Makah tribe (who graciously allows public access to this area of their ancestral and current homeland) calls “The Beginning of the World”.
And though I have been to many beautiful places on the Washington coast, this one is special. It feels wild and rugged here, looking out at the vastness of the Pacific Ocean while wind whips the trees and waves crash against the rocky cliffs below. Here, the land ends, and the siren call of the sea beckons life to begin.
The Beginning of the World
Cape Flattery, Neah Bay, Washington
The road ends and the world begins. Or so it seems in this remote corner of Washington, where I stood on the northwestern-most tip of the contiguous United States. An hours long drive from almost everywhere, this is the place the native Makah tribe (who graciously allows public access to this area of their ancestral and current homeland) calls “The Beginning of the World”.
And though I have been to many beautiful places on the Washington coast, this one is special. It feels wild and rugged here, looking out at the vastness of the Pacific Ocean while wind whips the trees and waves crash against the rocky cliffs below. Here, the land ends, and the siren call of the sea beckons life to begin.