"I was happiest between the waves." -Gertrude Ederle
Storm clouds fill the sky and meet the sea, sending raindrops diving to the water below.
The waves don't mind getting wet.
Gusting wind rips at the waves, tearing off a spray of water and tossing it into the sky.
The waves are happy to play.
Beach logs launch, pitching and rolling through the churning water.
The waves return them gently to the sand.
My dog and I walk down the beach on this wild winter day.
The waves smile as we pass.
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My family and I go to Kalaloch a lot. Here are stories from our trips over the years: