Shi Shi is Olympic Peninsula’s lovely, lonely edge
Wilderness beach is a place to disconnect from the city and ‘just look.’
The Associated Press
If you go
Shi Shi Beach is 8.5 miles south of Neah Bay, about 4.5 hours northwest of Seattle
Costs to visit
• Visitors must drive through the Makah Indian Reservation to get to Shi Shi, and overnight parking is available only at private lots on the reservation for about $10.
• Visitors must also purchase a recreation pass from the tribe, $10 per vehicle, available at several locations in Neah Bay, including the reservation museum and minimart.
• A $5-per-person National Parks pass must also be purchased, and for overnight stays, posted on tents.
SHI SHI BEACH — First there’s a drive through windy seaside and tree-lined roads. Then there’s a peek at Cape Flattery, the farthest northwest point in the Lower 48 states. Finally, after a 2-mile hike along a wilderness trail with a descent down a 150-foot bluff, the reward is one of the most pristine spots on the coastline of Olympic National Park: Shi Shi Beach.
Curved conifers stand behind the beach as a testament to wind power. Deer wander down the bluffs to nip at leaves. Eagles perch atop bare trees. Driftwood washed ashore by Pacific waves lines the sand banks. In all, the 2.3-mile beach at the park’s northern end is an unpolished gem, far less visited than other park beaches with easier access.
“I like it because you see the expanse and you can be alone,” said Tom Ammann, who’s been hiking this coastal area for eight years, mostly in winter and fall. “I think that’s one of the nicer places on the planet, actually.”
Farther along the beach, one of Shi Shi’s most striking features is Point of the Arches, a collection of sea stacks standing tall above the surf. Natural arches and caves decorate this part of the coast and provide exploring grounds for sea creatures at low tide. Ambitious hikers can continue down the coastline, either on the beach or through the forest using marked trails.
“We go out there in that solitude with open space,” Ammann said. “You just sit there and you look — something that’s kind of lost in this culture.”
But while your cellphone won’t work here, the modern world intrudes in other ways. The beach is sprinkled with debris washed up by ocean currents — including items you don’t normally find in everyday litter, like drums, child-sized blocks of Styrofoam, ropes and boots. Some of it comes across the Pacific from Asia, including debris from the Japanese tsunami, which park spokeswoman Rainey McKenna said is expected to continue to wash up for a number of years.
Camping is allowed on the beach, along with campfires (as long as driftwood is used to build the fire). Park rules require that all food and garbage be stored in bear-proof canisters, although a park ranger said the most commonly seen animals are raccoons and skunks. Indeed, on our second night, a skunk was attracted to the smell of our roasting salami, scuttling about the campsite before disappearing back into the brush.
All supplies must be carried in — you won’t find concessions here — and all garbage must be carried out. There are three pit toilets behind the beach but they don’t provide much privacy.
Shi Shi (pronounced shy shy) was one of the last additions to Olympic National Park in 1976. Public access to the beach was created only after a protracted struggle involving developers, land owners and squatters, according to the Washington Trails Association. And the trail to the beach can only be reached after driving through the Makah Indian Reservation, which levies a parking fee on recreational visitors. Shi Shi is a Makah term for surf or smelt beach — a reference to the small silvery fish that are still found on the coast.
“The only thing grander than Shi Shi’s natural beauty is its resilience in the face of forces that would have prohibited us from enjoying and admiring this national treasure,” a guide from the trails association states.
While natural beauty is the main reason to come here, Shi Shi offers other attractions. Waves are big enough to draw wetsuit-clad surfers.
On the weekend I visited, the fog disappeared early afternoon and gave way to searing sunshine. It got so hot it felt like I was on some tropical beach, instead of just a few hours from home and blissfully disconnected.