The most beautiful place in the world

Of course, Mom blames me for the wrong turn. She'll never know there is no such thing as a wrong turn. Her kind never do. Trashley just whined as usual. What kind of a beach is this? I'm not walking out there. It's all rocks. They're getting in my shoes. Whine, whine, whine. You should have heard her whine when we finally got to Forks. LOL 

That's OK. I'm coming back. I'm going to live here for the rest of my life. I'm counting the months now. No, the weeks. And right now I'm the only one who knows. I'll make a little house of all that wood on the beach. There's an Indian reservation down at the end of that other road. I'll go live with them. I have Indian in me, probably a lot more than they say.

I'm leaving a space where I can tape in the photo. I wish I could have gotten a picture of the eagle but there will be a lot more. I just know these things somehow.