Overland in the Americas: Catch my Drift?

In Olympic we stayed at a campsite on the west coast called Kalaloch (pronounced completely differently by almost everyone we met), once we set up our tent we went down to watch the sea. It was really beautiful but also incredibly odd, the long beach and stretched out horizon made the waves feel that the were above you even though we were still metres from the sea - Fi was a bit tired and this phenomenon freaked her out a bit.

The beach had the hugest drift wood I have ever seen, massive trees were scattered across the tide line. Swimming here can be dangerous as there is a high chance that you could be hit by a log in the waves. There was also huge drift wood at the beach around the corner. The most laid back ranger ever, although based at Mora, told us on arrival the Kalaloch was much nicer and asked why we bothered to come there at all - luckily this did not put us off as Mora actually turned out to be amazing. He told us they had watched a storm in winter where the waves were so big they threw the huge trunks into one another making sounds like bowling pins being hit. Kalaloch was nice but we preferred the rocky beach of Mora around the corner as it was more dramatic and had amazing sea stacks off it's coast.