Yesterday the edge of the world wafted to our doorstep on the feathers of fog. It is eery to look toward the sea and hear its roar, but to see only a gray curtain beyond the shrubs across the road. James Island and other seastacks didn’t exist. Yesterday’s edge of the world was only a memory. Our world had shrunk over night.
This morning the edge of our world is back in its proper place and all islands are visible.
Paul
Travels With Picasso 
This seems like a wonderful trip. I have another friend who is in the same area in their camping van. Two people posting photos from there make me want to take off, eh?
Do it!
I like when the world sort of disappears. I was going to write that it is all very nice and eerie, except for Jean who just looks nice and thus eschews the eeriness of the landscape!
Such beautiful photos! Looks like you guys are having a great time! 🙂
I always thought the Edge of the World was Cape Flattery, the extreme NW corner of Washington and therefore the U.S. But when I reached that point, I saw that there is a small island offshore. I know it’s Tatoosh Island, because a UW faculty member famously does research there, with the permission of the Makah Tribe of course.
When the fog rolls in the edge of the world is where you are.
Sounds poetic. Nice shots