moclips river

Park at the beach access in Moclips. Hike to mouth of river and then upstream. Time your visit for low tide.

This River flows into the Pacific Ocean at Moclips. Do not try and Drive across this river, the north shore of the river is actually on the resservation. The local Native tribe does not like the White Man.

Being in Moclips, WA is like stepping back into an earlier time. Eagles abound. We saw 6 of them within 3 minutes on the beach. What a grand sight to see. Unlike Ocean Shores, Moclips is an unspoiled little gem that I cant seem to get enough of. When the sky is blue & the sun is shining it is truly a magical place to be. Walking i n the water seeing the little treasures nature has brought in from the ocean is just delightful. Go. You've got to experience it for yourself.

Nice drive up 109 lots to see good beaches and towns like Moclips to stop at. Good picture taking chances all along the route.

Not a particularly scenic river, a fast-flowing creek, really, except where it empties into the ocean, where it has a certain charm. My wife did a painting of its mouth a couple of years ago, before the Quinault Nation put up No Trespassing signs to restrict access. Unfortunately, where the river flows through the village of Moclips it highlights the economic depression of the area, hurrying past a landscape of dilapidated buildings as if to escape as soon as possible.

We stayed at the HIgh Tide Motel on the Pacific Ocean with the Moclips River just across the parking driveway. There was a river walk where some of the patrons at the motel told us you could frequently see bald eagles. Although we weren't fortunate to see any eagles we did enjoy the walk along the river with the forested mountains in the background.

The view, the hosts, the Eagle and the guided walk up the river

The Moclips River runs into the ocean at the north end of the town and the southern boundary of the Quinault Indian Nation. Across the river on the north side you can see the totally wild, undeveloped cliffside and forest. Dozens of old wooden pilings that must have once supported a bridge stand in the water and run up onto the beach. The nearby ocean surf completes the scene.