One of my favorite rambles in the world is the nine-mile Ozette loop on the west end of the Olympic Peninsula.
The wild Olympic coast is noteworthy for:
- ancient Makah ruins
- more harbor seals than humans
- rain that falls without demarcation from a liquid sky
- sledgehammer waves that toss cedar logs like matchsticks
- towering fangs of sandstone and granite riding the breakers, frozen amidst an eon-long collapse to nothingness
- shaggy hikers toting WWII vintage tents and fifths of Wild Turkey, hunkering like kobolds near smoky campfires
One of my favorite spots on the hike is a mid-sized sea stack perched in the intertidal zone. Somehow, the wave action (or maybe a stray trident strike from Neptune) has bored a perfect eyelet in the rock.
I believe that a sevenfold passage under a newly risen moon may have been part of the equation.
Opportunity has yet to present itself, mind you. There are probably only a couple days out of the year where that beach isn’t socked in. The trifecta of a moonrise, clear skies, my presence seems like an elusive target.
There’s an enormous body of information about ‘Holey’ stones on the net.
Many ancient examples are carved, and tend to be extremely enigmatic. For instance, the Great Pyramids at Ghiza, contain a series of odd ‘star shafts’, tunnels with twin sealed ends and no apparent destination, with unfinished, graven windows in the stone that seals one end.
Still- when it comes to natural apertures in stone, I’ve found nothing that directly mirrors my notion about passage into some alternate realm.
The Mên-an-Tol in Cornwall is perhaps the closest match I’ve found on the web. This ring-shaped artifact is said to be a natural feature (although it certainly looks carved). At one time, people would pass their children through its eyelet- either three times or nine times. This was supposed to be a sovereign cure for rickets, scrofula, and other maladies with ghastly medieval names.
More ominously, local legend suggests that a woman can impregnate herself by passing through the eyelet seven times backwards under a full moon. It’s not clear what the agent of this quickening might be. The Sidhe? Leda's swan cavorting amidst the silver gleam?
Overall- research suggests that a certain restraint might be in order.
And… if any of you have images or descriptions of natural passageways and windows from your own rambles, I’d love to hear about it.
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