La Push, Washington
La Push is a small unincorporated community situated at the mouth of the Quileute River in Clallam County, Washington, United States. La Push is the largest community within the Quileute Indian Reservation, which is home to the federally recognized Quileute tribe. La Push is known for its whale-watching and natural beauty.
Geography
The name La Push is from French La Bouche, meaning "The Mouth" of the Quillayute River, adapted into Chinook Jargon.
La Push has the westernmost ZIP Code in the contiguous United States, 98350.
La Push is the north-most point of Washington’s Pacific Coast beaches. From La Push to Cape Flattery, the most northwest point of the continental United States, lies the Olympic National Park’s National Wildlife Refuge. The beach lies on the south side of the Quillayute River’s outlet into the Pacific Ocean at the north edge of the Quileute Indian Reservation. The beach, called First Beach, is a wide, crescent shaped, sandy beach with sea stacks between the beach and the western horizon. During migration, whales can be seen from the beach.
Podcasts:
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by New Model Army
La Push
by: New Model ArmyWe live in a bowl made of sky and stars
Perched on the edge of the world
And around the Reservation everyone drives
In pick-ups and beaten-up cars
And the rattles and drums they rise and they fall
The circle unbroken in the village hall
With the flag of the conquerors high on the wall
And the sound of the foghorn on the island
Bury my heart deep in the forest
Perish my body in the cold, cold water
And bless what is left, bless what is left of the tribe
There were fish and there were whales out past the jagged rocks
Sharp like the teeth of the bay
And there are credit cheques cashed at the village store
And junk food and beer for the day
And the rattles and drums they rise and they fall
In the circle unbroken in the village hall
With the flag of the conquerors high on the wall
And the sound of the foghorn on the island
Bury my heart deep in the forest
Perish my body in the cold cold water
And bless what is left, bless what is left of the tribe
Look away, look away, the wolf transforms into a man
Some things should never be seen
And a hundred great birds swoop down across the breakers
And the Spirit Wind blows and things they just happen
So bury my heart deep in the forest
Perish my body in the cold cold water