Notes from The Coop
Mt. Finlayson Hike
Due to some strong suggestions from the office staff, I find myself at South Beach, a spot usually not discovered while sea kayaking in the San Juan Islands, hiking with Clark’s dog Celeste up Mt. Finlayson. This end of the island is a favorite for many locals, and I can see why. The trail to the top of Mt. Finlayson is bordered by tall yellow grass where deer meander until they catch sight of my presence and then bound off into the woods. To my right, I look out over the ocean to miles and miles of cerulean water and waves that silently crash onto the shore below. In the distance, the Olympic Mountains appear to jut out of the water. Their white, snow-dusted peaks are covered with a shroud of misty clouds. I feel like I am caught in the middle of colliding worlds; sky, forest, ocean, and mountains surround me.

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