The first time I visited Rialto beach, on a camping tour of the amazing Olympic Peninsula, I wanted to walk through the famed 'hole in the wall'.
I saw beached trees the length of city busses.
I saw massive ocean carved sea stacks jutting up like gigantic stalagmites on the shoreline.
I saw spectacular green mountains of fir and cedar spilling down to the sliver sand beach.
I saw otters and eagles playing in their sea-side wonderland home that they let me share.
I forded the frigid and fast Ellen Creek.
I explored tidal pools filled with orange and red starfish, crabs and anemones.
I passed through the hole in the wall - a portal into unspoiled northwestern wilderness beachscapes.
I came back, and came back again and married my wife on this sacred natural wonderland space that we share with Native Americans and our brethren citizens.
My wedding chapel will never be torn down, will never dilapidate and will always remind me to be humbled and awed by the natural gifts of our great planet. Namaste.
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