wild luxe: the pacific northwest Retreat

10 days - Washington State

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A soft, sacred, wild-luxe retreat through Washington's forests, islands, towns, and rugged Pacific coastline.

This journey was created for women who crave quiet mornings, deep breaths, saltwater peace, and soul-led connection with a place that feels ancient, gentle and alive. Washington isn't just a destination - it's an energy. The kind that opens your lungs, softens your shoulders, and brings you back to the version of yourself you haven't seen in years.

This retreat blends the wild beauty of the Pacific Northwest with curated luxury, slow travel, island life, and the steady grounding of the forest. You'll explore seaside towns, woodland sanctuaries, lavender meadows, and some of the most breathtaking landscapes in the country - all through a lens of rest, soft adventure, and feminine sovereignty.

Because you deserve a journey that feels like a homecoming.

This retreat is intentionally designed for women who want to:

Breathe again after years of holding everything together
Travel somewhere wild without sacrificing luxury or comfort
Find their soft in a world that demands hardness
Reconnect with nature, with themselves, and with quiet magic
Experience Washington the way locals do - slow, intentional, and soul-led
Travel in a supportive circle of like-minded women
Enter a space where rest is a ritual and presence is the point

Whidbey Island Slow-Luxe Living

Boutique inns, seaside cafes, bookstores, and artist-town charm.

Lavender Fields & Editorial-Level Photo Moments

Seasonal late-summer bloom for sensory heaven + stunning portraits.

Hoh Rainforest Immersion

Ancient moss-draped forest, cathedral-tall trees, and sacred

stillness.

Ferry Crossings

Soft, misty, cinematic rides across Puget Sound.

Pacific Coastlines & Hidden Beaches

La Push, Rialto, Ruby Beach - wild waves and driftwood

sanctuaries.

Wild Luxe Dining

Curated meals with local seafood, bakeries, wineries,

and coastal farm-to-table spots.

itinerary overview

"A slow-travel, soul-softening journey through the wild sanctuaries of the Pacific Northwest."

DAY 1 - ARRIVE IN SEATTLE: SLOW YOUR BREATH, SETTLE INTO THE JOURNEY Welcome to the beginning of everything. You land in Seattle sometime between morning and midday, stepping off the plane and into air that somehow already feels lighter, cooler, cleaner. There's a softness to Washington's atmosphere that hits you instantly - a whisper of cedar, shoreline breeze, and something ancient humming beneath it all. It's the scent of a new chapter opening. You'll meet the rest of the group at our designated gathering point inside SeaTac - a calm, clearly marked oasis amidst the chaos of arrivals - where I'll be waiting to greet each of you in person. Hugs, deep breaths, excitement, nerves....all welcome. This is your safe place now. Once everyone has arrived, we'll load up and head straight to our Seattle hotel to unwind from travel, drop luggage, and take a moment to settle. This is your soft landing - a chance to breathe, stretch, and begin shifting out of daily-life mode and into you Sacred Escape. After check-in, the afternoon is yours: wander the waterfront.... sip a lavender latte... sit quietly with your journal... or explore with the other women who already feel like old friends. As the sun begins to fade into that signature Pacific Northwest gold-and-blue glow, we'll gather for our Welcome Dinner - a warm, intimate first meal where we set intentions, share stories, and officially open the container for the journey ahead. It's the first moment when you feet it: "Oh...I'm exactly where I'm meant to be."

DAY 2 - SEATTLE TO WHIDBEY ISLAND: CROSS THE WATER, ENTER A DIFFERENT WORLD You wake to the soft, gray-blue that only the Pacific Northwest can make feel sacred. The air has that signature rain-kissed scent - fresh, cool, alive - even when the sky is clear. After a slow, grounding morning, we gather our things and head north toward Mukilteo, the true gateway to Whidbey. The drive itself is a soft unraveling. The city falls away. Evergreen rise taller. Everything starts to feel quieter, older, more intentional. And then... it happens. We crest that final hill before the ferry terminal - the one where the trees suddenly fall open and the Puget Sound stretches out in front of you like a shimmering silver-blue dream. It's impossible not to gasp. You're entire soul lifts, expands, recognizes. This is the first true exhale - the moment your body whispers, "Oh...there you are." From here, the magic begins. We roll into the ferry terminal and board the Washington State Ferry - a short crossing, but a powerful one. The second you step onto the open deck and feel that first salt-and-cedar breeze wrap around you, everything inside you shifts. Ahead, Whidbey rises from the mist in layers of deep green and gentle coastline. Quiet. Timeless. Calling you home. Once we dock in Clinton, we make our way north at a soft, easy pace - pausing at scenic overlooks, letting breathe the land in, letting the island tune itself to you. We check into our stay - warm, cozy, deeply PNW - and give you time to settle, unpack, or wander a bit. Maybe you grab a lavender latte, maybe you journal, maybe you just stand outside and let the island air wrap around your shoulders like a blessing. As evening comes, we gather for a gentle grounding circle - nothing heavy, just presence and intention. Whidbey listening deeply. You'll feel that from the first moment. And as dusk paints the island in silver blue and evergreen shadow, you'll drift into your first true night on Whidbey... Held. Home. Finally breathing again.

DAY 3 - COASTAL HAVENS & WILD SHORES: LET THE OCEAN RESET YOU You wake to the kind of quiet you can FEEL. Not silence - Whidbey never gives you silence - but a soft chorus of distant waves, gulls calling somewhere overhead, and wind moving through cedars in a way that sounds like the island breathing with you. There is no rush today. No alarms. No agenda forcing you into motion. Just a slow, sacred morning on the island. You might step outside with your coffee and watch the mist lifting off the trees. You might journal. You might wander the property barefoot just to feel the earth under you again. You might simply sit and exist - something most women haven't done in years. Late morning, we head into Langley - and if you feel a familiar tug in your chest the moment we arrive, don't be surprised. This is the seaside town where Practical Magic filmed its iconic streets. And even decades later, the energy is still there - the whimsical charm, the quiet enchantment, the feeling that if you listened closely enough, you might hear a whisper of the Owens women drifting on the breeze. Langley isn't kitschy or commercial about it. It simply IS magic. Soft, subtle, woven into the bones of the place. We'll wander it's cliffside views, its witchy little boutiques, its art-filled nooks, its windows stacked with books, crystals, handmade treasures, and things that call to the soul. A lavender latte or berry pastry is basically a spiritual experience here. And then we stop at the overlook - the one that feels like standing at the edge of the world. The entire Sound spreads out below you, shimmering silver and blue, and if the day blesses us, you might catch a bald eagle circling or even glimpses of the Southern Resident orcas moving through the water. It's a place where every woman falls into reverent silence... not because she's speechless, but because her soul recognizes something ancient. The afternoon stays gentle - beachcombing, exploring pathways, dipping into shops - or simply sitting on a sun-warmed bench with laughter flowing easily between everyone like you've known each other in another life. As dusk settles over the island, we return to our stay for a cozy dinner and a soft night in. You will feel, on this day more than any other so far, that the island has started weaving you into her rhythm...and you into yourself. Day 4 is when the magic begins to feel personal.

DAY 4 - WHIDBEY WILDLANDS: EARTH SANCTUARY & THE DEEP FOREST RITUAL Today is the day the island reveals its ancient side - the part tourists never truly feel, the part only the quiet-hearted and soul-awake ever understand. We begin the morning slow and still, letting your body rest and stretch before entering sacred ground. When we arrive at Earth Sanctuary, everything in you shifts. This is not a "park." This is consecrated land - a living temple of stone, cedar, water, silence, and energy. The moment you step onto the trail, you feel it. Earth Sanctuary asks for a specific kind of presence - soft voices, grounded energy, and deep respect for the land and for each other. This is not a space for distraction, or rushing. We move through this place with intention. The forest hushes. Your breathe deepens. The world narrows to moss, stone, birdsong, and the soft thrum of the island's heartbeat. We explore the pathways with reverence - stone circles, healing groves, sacred sculptures, and mirrored ponds that hold the sky like a still, ancient memory. At some point - different for every woman - the land will touch something inside you. A memory. A truth. A release. A recognition. A homecoming. Whatever rises, you don't have to explain it. Earth Sanctuary knows what to do with your heart. We'll gather in a quiet clearing or stone circle for gentle grounding ritual - simple breath, presence, and connection. If you feel called, you're welcome to bring a small token or sigil to leave at any of the stone circles or sculptures - a quiet offering, a prayer, or a thought for someone you hold close. Earth Sanctuary is rooted in Buddhist-inspired practice, and leaving a mindful token is a beautiful way to honor the land and its spirit. Afterward, we slowly transition back - returning to sunlight with softer shoulders and quieter hearts. The afternoon is intentionally slow and nourishing: a cozy late lunch, a little wandering, a quiet beach walk, or time to journal and integrate what the forest stirred. As evening comes, we share a simple, comforting dinner, warm food, soft conversation, and that deep peace that follows a sacred experience. Tonight is early, gentle, grounding. You'll feel tired in the best way - like something long-held finally let go. Today is the day the island sinks into your bones.

DAY 5 - THE FORKS EXPERIENCE: COASTAL MIST, FOREST MAGIC, & A LITTLE WILD NOSTALGIA Today is pure Pacific Northwest myth. We head out early, coffee in hand, windows cracked just enough to let in that cool, rain-scented coastal air as we drive toward the western wilds of Washington. The deeper we go, the taller the trees get - towering moss-draped giants that look like they've been holding stories for centuries. The world shifts to a deeper green here. A darker green. A greener-than-you-knew-existed green. This is Olympic Peninsula energy - moody, wild, cinematic. Our destination? Forks. Yes, that Forks. The tiny logging town that unexpectedly became a cultural icon. But here's the truth: Forks isn't about teenage vampires. Forks is about the atmosphere - the storms, the fog, forest so thick it feels like a heartbeat. The town still carries the soft nostalgia of the Twilight era, but not in a cheesy way - more like walking into a memory you forgot you had. A little fun, a little magic, a little surreal. And we lean into it with pure joy, not irony. We'll stop by a couple of the classic spots - the welcome sign, the visitor center, the town markers - not because you have to, but because it's FUN. A little wild feminine mischief. A little "we are grown-ass women reclaiming a piece of our youth." A little "hell yes, we're doing this and laughing the whole time." After exploring town, we continue to the coastline - that stretch of raw, untamed beauty that will steal your breath and give it back changed. La Push. The cliffs. The driftwood cathedrals. The thunderous waves. The mist rolling in like a blessing and a warning. We'll spend time here - walking the shoreline, climbing over ancient logs, taking photos that look like movie stills. This is the wild PNW in its purest form. A place where storms are poetry. A place where women remember their strength. A place where the ocean speaks loudly and says: "You are allowed to want more." After lunch in Forks or by the coast (weather depending), we slowly make our way back across the peninsula - sleepy, happy, windswept, and feeling absolutely feral in the best way. Evening is gentle: a cozy dinner back on Whidbey, warm clothes, and stories shared like you've known these women for lifetimes. Today is the day that feels like an adventure movie - nostalgia, wilderness, laughter, rain, magic, myth, and ocean cleansing something you didn't realize you were carrying. Day 5 is wild-feminine freedom. And you'll feel it in your bones.

DAY 6 - OLYMPIC NATIONAL PARK & HOH RAINFOREST: THE ANCIENT HEART OF THE PNW Today we step into a world older than memory - a place so untouched, so impossibly green, so alive that you can almost feel the earth humming beneath your feet. We leave early, winding along the peninsula again, the road dipped in mist and shadow. The deeper we go, the more the land shifts from "forest" to primeval sanctuary. Olympic National Park is not just scenery. It is an entity. Ancient. Vast. Watching. You'll feel it before you see it. As we approach the entrance to Hoh Rainforest, the world transforms into a living cathedral of moss-draped giants, emerald canopies, and rivers the color of glacier breath. Everything here is soft and alive: * moss like velvet * ferns taller than children * branches draped in green lace * the sound of water moving through the roots of the world * air so clean it feel like medicine Even your voice will instinctively drop to a whisper. We begin with the Hall of Mosses - the trail that looks like it was lifted straight from a myth. Trees older than the oldest stories tower above you, their limbs wrapped in layers of moss so thick it feels like the forest is wearing ceremonial robes. Sunlight here filters through in shards of gold and green, like stained glass in a temple built by time itself. Every step is sensory magic: - the quiet squish of earth under your boots - the scent of cedar, mineral water, and rain. - the hush that lives between trees - the feeling of being held by something ancient We take our time. No rushing. No loud chatter. Just breath, presence, awe At certain points along the trail, we pause for grounding moments - not rituals, just stillness. Because the forest asks for it. This is where women often feel something rise in their chest - grief loosening, clarity arriving, an old memory resurfacing, a longing answering itself. If Earth Sanctuary opened something....Hoh completes it. After exploring the rainforest trails, we take a break for lunch - surrounded by ancient trees and the impossibly blue Hoh River winding nearby like a ribbon of glacier melt. The afternoon offers more wandering: The Spruce Nature Trail, the river overlook, or simply sitting beneath a massive Sitka spruce listening to the voice of the forest. Eventually, we begin our journey back - quiet, reflective, transformed. There is a softness to the drive back - that "after a sacred experience" silence where no one wants to break the spell. Back on Whidbey, the evening is slow and comforting - warm food, cozy clothes, and gentle night in. No plans. No pressure. Just integration. Today is the soul-reset day. The day women cry without knowing why. The day something ancient inside you wakes up. The day you feel your place in the world again. It will stay with you for the rest of your life.

DAY 7 - PORT TOWNSEND & COASTAL MAGIC: VICTORIAN SEASIDE CHARM & SLOW LIVING MAGIC Today is all about beauty, nostalgia, and the kind of coastal town that feels like it was pulled straight from the pages of a novel. We start the morning with a gentle drive north - across the ferry to Port Townsend, the crown jewel of the Olympic Peninsula's historic towns. As soon as we arrive, you'll feel the shift: * ornate Victorian architechure * pastel storefronts * cozy coffeeshops * bookshops overflowing with charm * the salty breeze rolling through every street * and that soft coastal magic that settles right into your bones Port Townsend feels like a world apart - a seaside village where time moves slower, people smile at strangers, and life feels simpler, sweeter, more intentional. We begin by wandering downtown - browsing indie boutiques, artisan shops, crystals, antiques, old-soul treasures, and the kind of bookstores where you lose track of time. This is a slow wander day - no rush, no agenda, just drifting through the most photogenic streets in Washington. We'll stop for lunch at a local cafe or waterfront spot - where everything tastes a little better because the ocean air gets into it somehow. After lunch, we'll explore the water's edge - boats bobbing in the marina, gulls calling overhead, waves tapping gently against the shore. It's peaceful in a way that feels like your childhood vacations, but elevated, calmer, more soul-led. Then we head to Fort Worden State Park, where wide open beaches, windswept bluffs, and massive driftwood piles create a perfect place to wander, take photos, or just sit and listen to the waves. It's quiet magic - the kind that wraps around you without fanfare. You'll feel your whole body soften. We spend the afternoon in flow - exploring the old fort's hidden stairways, taking in the panoramic views, and letting the day unfold naturally. Port Townsend has a way of slowing your pulse until you finally breathe at the same rhythm as the sea. Later, as the sun melts into the horizon, we take the ferry back toward Whidbey - tired in the sweetest way, with bags fully of little treasures and hearts full of the kind of joy that only comes from a perfect seaside day. Back on the island, the evening is gentle and cozy - warm food, soft clothes, maybe a glass of wine, and the feeling having lived inside a coastal daydream. Today is your exhale day - whimsical, romantic, slow, and beautifully human.

DAY 8 - LAVENDER FIELDS, COUPEVILLE CHARM, & THE POWER OF DECEPTION PASS Today is one of the most sensory, breathtaking, heart-expanding days of the entire journey - a day that begins in softness, moves through nostalgia and hidden knowledge, and ends in raw coastal power. MORNING - THE LAVENDER FIELDS We begin slow, driving through rolling farmland and sunlit stretches of island road until the first hint of lavender drifts through the air. And then - like stepping into a painting - the lavender fields open before you. Rows and rows of purple stretching toward the horizon. Bees humming like tiny guardians. The scent - bright, floral, herbaceous - the kind that reaches straight into your nervous system and gently switches everything back to "calm" You'll wander through the rows, touch the blossoms, inhale deeply, let yourself by held by the the earth's own aromatherapy. Photos here don't feel posed - they feel lived in. Soft dresses, sun on your skin, purple at your fingertips. Maybe you pick up lavender tea, oils, honey, or soap - little gifts from the island to take home. The morning is pure serenity. Pure feminine softness. Pure sensory nourishment. MIDDAY - COUPEVILLE - THE ISLAND'S HEARTBEAT After the lavender bliss, we head to Coupeville, the oldest town on the island - and one of the most charming in the entire state. Coupeville is all: * weathered dockwood * heritage buildings * tiny seaside shops * mussel farms * salty breezes * and views that look like watercolor paintings We stroll the pier, wander through boutiques, explore the museum, and take in the kind of harbor views that make you instinctively exhale. Coupeville also carries centuries of story beneath its quiet beauty - from its deep maritime rooms and early seafaring life to the complex whaling history that shaped this region long before tourism ever touched it. The island is also home to the profound ancestral history of the Lower Skagit and Coast Salish peoples, who lived, fished, gathered, and thrived here for countless generations. Their presence and traditions remain women into the land, the coves, and the wind that moves across Penn Cove - and you can feel that lineage the moment you arrive. We stop for lunch at a local spot - simple, delicious, deeply comforting - and let the soft nostalgia of the town soak into us before heading up the coast. AFTERNOON - THE DRIVE UP THE COAST After lunch, we take one of the most scenic drives on Whidbey Island. Cliffs to your left. Endless water on your right. Evergreens arching overhead like cathedral pillars. We stop at a few pull-offs - the kind where the wind tastes like salt and wonder - letting you breathe in the island's breadth before heading toward one of the most powerful natural landmarks in the state.... DECEPTION PASS - RAW, MAJESTIC, UNFORGETTABLE Nothing - absolutely nothing - prepares you for your first steps onto the Deception Pass Bridge. The Sound churns below, powerful and relentless. The wind whips around you, crisp and wild. The cliffs rise and fall like something carved by ancient hands. And the sky stretches wide, endless, full of motion. This place isn't soft. It isn't gentle. It is pure, elemental force. We walk the bridge together - safely, intentionally - letting the magnitude of the moment wash over you. The roar of the tides. The crash of waves against rock. The dizzying drop and the breathtaking view. The feeling of standing in a place where land, air, and water collide. From here, we descend to the beaches below - driftwood giants, tide pools, and golden light turning the straight into molten metal. It's powerful. It's humbling. It's electrifying. Deception Pass is the moment where every woman remembers her strength. EVENING - RETURN TO WHIDBEY We head back to our stay wrapped in lavender scent, sea wind, and the sweetness of a perfect day. Dinner is cozy, laughter-filled, and deeply grounding. Today is a full-spectrum experience - soft, sacred, historic, wild, and soul-awakening all in one.

DAY 9 - FAREWELL, WHIDBEY: THE ISLAND'S LAST EMBRACE This morning feels different the moment you wake up. The island is quieter. Softer. More intimate. Like it knows you're leaving - and it's trying to love you extra gently on your way out. After a slow breakfast and final wander through the morning mist, we load up and begin the drive south toward Clinton. And this is the part no one tells you about. The closer you get to the ferry terminal, the harder it becomes to breathe. There's a moment - always the same stretch of road, always the same light - where the shoreline comes into view and it hits you like a wave: The version of you - the one the island brought back to life, the one you FINALLY recognized, the one you fought so long to remember - feels like she's slipping into shadow as the ferry lane draws nearer. Your chest tightens. Your throat burns. Your eyes sting. You know you're just leaving for now.... but it feels like being pulled away from home all over again. By the time we roll into the terminal, you're fighting tears - or not fighting them at all. If you don't tear up up the ferry pulls away from Whidbey... if your heart doesn't crack wide open... then we did something wrong. Most women don't just tear up - they cry quietly on the deck, or in the car as the island fades behind them. Some feel the sudden urge to stay on the ferry and ride it right back. Some do everything they can not to look back. Some stare at the shoreline until it dissolves into mist. No one leaves unchanged. No one leaves untouched. And no one leaves without the ache. Because Whidbey doesn't let you go easily - not when it has shown you who you were always meant to be. RETURN TO SEATTLE - OUR FINAL NIGHT IN WASHINGTON Once our ferry docks in Mukilteo, we'll make the familiar drive back into Seattle - the skyline glowing through the windshield, the city easing you gently back into the world. We'll check into our hotel for one last night in Washington. It's a quiet evening...the kind where everyone feels the same ache, the same fullness, the same whispered sense of transformation. You might journal. You might rest. You might wander down for a nightcap. But now matter how you spend these final hours, you'll feel the island's presence still humming under your skin - warm, steady, unforgettable. It's your soft landing before tomorrow's return home.

DAY 10 - INTEGRATION, FINAL REFLECTIONS, & THE JOURNEY HOME Your last morning in Washington rises gently - Seattle's muted skyline outside your window, a soft hush in your chest where Whidbey still lives. The goodbye was yesterday... but the ache is today. Not painful. Not heavy. Just that deep, quiet tug of knowing you've left a place that shifted you - and that part of you is still standing barefoot on the island's shore. We take our time this morning. Move slow. Let our souls settle into everything they've gained. A MORNING TO HONOR WHAT CHANGED Breakfast is unhurried. Conversation is tender. Everyone feels the same mix of gratitude and lingering magic. This is the day where everything you experienced settles into your bones. THE MUSEUM OF FLIGHT Before we all part ways, we'll spend the day exploring Seattle's iconic Museum of Flight - a place that mirrors the essence of this retreat: Exploration. Courage. Elevation. Becoming. Walking through the hangars, surrounded by aircraft that carried dreamers across oceans and into the unknown, you'll feel it: This journey changed your trajectory, too. FINAL GROUP MEAL We'll gather one last time for a farewell meal - nothing fancy, nothing rushed, just soul-food and sisterhood. A chance to share favorite moments. Exchange photos. Laugh about the ferry dash. Wipe away a few final island-tears. And celebrate the versions of ourselves we uncovered. DEPARTURE When it's time for flights home, the tone is soft and grounded. You carry the island with you - her stillness, her power, her breath - woven into your spirit. As your plane lifts off, Seattle drifting into watercolor light below, and Rainier sending you a final farewell show, one truth settles like a blessing in your chest: You didn't leave Whidbey. You simply promised you'd return.

When you boarded the ferry ten days ago, you arrived as the version of yourself the world had shaped -

the woman who carries the weight, the history, the expectations, the noise.

But after being held by the island - by cedar forests, crashing waves, stone circles, lavender fields, moonlit silence, and the laughter of women traveling beside you -

you return to the world changed.

Clearer.

Softer.

Wilder.

Stronger.

More soul-led than you've felt in years.

Whidbey doesn't just offer scenery.

She offers remembering.

A remembering of the woman you were before life hardened you.

A remembering of the kind of peace that feels ancient.

A remembering of your own wild, sacred, untamed self.

And now, even as you step back into the rhythm of daily life...

you know this:

You carry the island inside you now.

In your breath.

In your choices.

In your courage.

In the way you stand a little taller, speak a little truer, and love yourself

a little deeper.

Some journeys end.

This one roots.

"Some places don't just stay with you - they become you."

If you felt the island reach for you...

if you felt something shift, soften, or awaken within you...

if you caught even a whisper of home in the wind through the trees...

Then this retreat was only the beginning.

Every October, the village of Langley transforms into a month-long celebration of intuition, hearth magic, feminine wisdom, and ancestral reverence -

a living embodiment of the Practical Magic spirit woven with Whidbey's natural mysticism.

The Practical Magic Whidbey Experience

A sacred autumn gathering for the women who felt the call and want to go deeper.

Into intuition.

Into sisterhood.

Into self.

Into magic.

Into home.

A chance to return to the island when the veil is thinnest...

the air is crisp...

the shops glow with lantern light...

and the witchy heartbeat of the season echoes through

every street.

If your soul whispered yes at any point on this journey...

she will whisper it again.

And when she does -

you'll know your path leads back to the island.

You'll find the doorway waiting.

And when you're ready -

STEP THROUGH AGAIN.