Why I’d Never Traveled Alone

And why I’ll never not do it again — my first solo adventure and what it taught me

Tucked away at the very edge of the Pacific Northwest, four hours from Seattle (give or take), past Olympic National Park lie the beaches of La Push. It’s an eclectic mix of Native American communities and tourists, and the scenery seems to match. On either side you can see traces of the forest, and facing the resort where I was staying is the beach. Sound familiar? La Push is none other than the beach they feature in Twilight.