The only Pacific beaches I have walked are a few between Seattle and Vancouver, and they had a common character: like so much about North America, they tended to be on an epic scale - and, since they face Earth's greatest ocean, one supposes they have to be in order to survive....
....its angry moments. We never saw the coast in a full gale and so can only imagine its fury, evidenced by....
....the sort of flotsam that lies cast up high upon these beaches. Mostly, the Pacific we saw lived up to its name, with....
....calm blue seas and wide blue skies, and because there are so many of them, even though they were close to large metropolitan areas, they were often almost deserted - to the extent that one could almost imagine that this is what the west coast looked like before the European arrived.
One thing about this coast particularly sticks in my mind: being west facing the sunsets were often spectacular, this one pictured just to the north of Vancouver.
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