I went to the ocean. Along Highway 101 near Beaver there were elk in a field. And later a handful in a ditch exactly next to the road, looking around as if to say, 'Oh my, this isn't the best spot to be, is it?' I've been failing to see elk where other people have seen them for the past sixteen months. No elk near Sequim, no elk on the Hoh River, no elk in the meadow near the Elwha entrance station where M. famously saw them, nor from the Elk Overlook on the trail from Whiskey Bend, just no elk... But by golly, finally, elk in a big field in Beaver.
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