As Northwest As You Can Drive Without Leaving The Country

The view from a vista point along the Cape Flattery Trail (Marisa Zocco/The Ramble Blog)
We were already racing daylight when we arrived at the parking lot for the Cape Flattery trail head located on the Makah reservation of Neah Bay, Washington. The northwesternmost point in the contiguous U.S. is a must-see while “up in these parts,” or so the locals said. The trail was a decent side trip from our allotted route, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned while traveling—particularly on a time crunch—it is the value of asking locals where they seek beauty or solace near their hometowns.

It was approaching magic hour when we parked. The beginning of the trail looked dark enough for us to wonder whether we should begin our trek. There was a brief moment of hesitation, but we decided we hadn’t come this far for nothing. We set off down the wide dirt path in improper shoes—I wearing knee-high brown leather “riding” boots; Mom wearing her old ‘90s snow boots with little remaining tread.

Brown leather “riding” boots atop a Cape Flattery Trail boardwalk. It is advisable to wear the correct footwear to explore the slippery cape. (Marisa Zocco/The Ramble Blog)
The 1.5 mile roundtrip trail is easy breezy and dreamy. Humans dwarf among the large Sitka spruce trees that stand tall as if soldiers guarding the natural habitat surrounding the long stretches of board walk and stepping stumps that usher visitors over deep muddy regions.

Cape Flattery visitor Lisa Zocco drawfs among the tall Sitka spruce trees and other vegetation along the Cape Flattery Trail. (Marisa Zocco/The Ramble Blog)
It’s an enchanting walk, and one that reminds me that the next trip I take needs to be a slow one with enough time to fully devour an adventure rather than merely experience it. And I’d encourage anyone visiting Cape Flattery to make sure that’s what they do.

Stepping stumps direct hikers toward Cape Flattery’s stunning vista points and viewing platforms. (Marisa Zocco/The Ramble Blog)

There’s a tree that seems to serve as a mascot for the trail. It’s an unusual pitchfork looking thing that surprises they eye among all the more standard trees, and when I saw it, the early sunset light was painting its trunk with gold highlight and navy blue shadow. I could have spent an hour with that tree alone, but the world doesn’t stop spinning for photos, and personal clocks continue to tick. Too fast in this case.

A forked tree draped in sunset lighting. This tree along the Cape Flattery Trail is well documented by photographers taking to the trail. It’s a stunning feature worth several minutes of appreciation. (Marisa Zocco/The Ramble Blog)
I had to search for over an hour for the iPhone photographs on my (unorganized) hard drives. At the time I visited Cape Flattery, I was full of self-doubt in my knowledge of working my Sony A-200 D-SLR in lower light and I knew my auto settings were not going to get me the shot I wanted even with editing. iPhones offer that how-you-want-it control at the touch of a screen. Though a lower quality format. I opted for that. I yearn to spend more time in the Pacific Northwest really savoring the seconds with my camera and the outdoors.

The blue-green ocean waters at Cape Flattery are accented by the bright green hue of forest moss, trees and shrubs along its coastline. (Marisa Zocco/The Ramble Blog)
There is a point on the trail that was reminiscent of a wooden ship bow. It looks over sea caves and churning green waters. Maybe it was the pirate-esque environment, but this was a good spot for fight with my Mom who, after about 30 years with me, knows I do dumb things to get good photos.

A vista point looks over some of Cape Flattery’s sea caves. (Marisa Zocco/The Ramble Blog)
I’d ventured off the boardwalk and into a muddy path beside it to try to get a shot of the landscape without something man-made in the way. My city boots had little grip and I was caught recovering from an almost slip while continuing to progress toward the rocky cliff’s edge.

A sea cave as viewed from outside the platform and just above a steep drop. This is where I learned, at almost 30 years old, that I should probably listen to my mother. (Marisa Zocco/The Ramble Blog)
Stupid. I’ve decided to save my hiking companions’ vocal cords in the future and get a harness to attach to something sturdy when doing something adventurous. That and hiking shoes.


Further down the line we arrived to the viewing platforms that allow for panoramic views of where the Strait of Juan de Fuca meets the Pacific Ocean. It also happens to be where sea otters eat, play and mingle below the cliffs of the Cape Flattery Lighthouse on Tatoosh Island—a sight that had me wishing for a lightweight tripod, a better zoom lens, and above all, a combination of time and patience in making the right photograph.

The viewing platforms at Cape Flattery offer panoramic views like this one. Looking through binoculars or a zoom lens, sea lions, otters and the occasional gray whale can be observed. We watched otters eat and play for several minutes. (Marisa Zocco/The Ramble Blog)
We arrived back to the car just as the warm sunset hues turned to dusky purples and blues. A pond I had missed while rushing to the cape mirrored the trees, moss and other greenery so clearly as if to insist on later being reflected upon among the mental pictures of breathtaking views of the sea.

An up-side-down view of plant life as reflected in a pool of water near the Cape Flattery trailhead. A permit is required to park and hike the route. (Marisa Zocco/The Ramble Blog)
With no BLM land nearby, we barely made it to a camp outside the Neah Bay reservation before its gates closed in pitch darkness at 7 p.m. I’d have missed a legal or rustic camp space over missing Cape Flattery any day.


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