I make our party stop for a good, old-fashioned tree hugging. :) Yes, I'm a tree-hugging dork. Not the coolest thing about me, but in the top ten.
The temperature is not our friend, and my goosebumps hang around the entire day.
After a while, we come to the mile or two of road running through Forks. A stoplight, the high school (Home of the Spartans), and the large Forks Outfitters building are the main landmarks. It's not a big place, so when I say the citizens have embraced Stephanie Meyer's Twilight series, I mean they sell it everywhere they can. Not in a ridiculous, we're-out-for-the-money kind of way, but it has a distinct presence.
The sun still hasn't made an appearance as we cross the Treaty Line into La Push. Now, we all know my team of choice, but when we park the car at First Beach, I admit to considering a side switch. I mean, look at it. The clouds part, people laugh, dogs bark, the wind blows our hair around in magical tornadoes.
Hello, Team Jacob!