I really enjoyed camping at Camano Island State Park last weekend. We’ve been there before, but only for the day. It’s been years since I’ve done any camping, and decades since I’ve car-camped. Even more important than my enjoyment, though; my son enjoyed his first camping experience.
Camano park apparently was a private camp at one point. Then the proprietor left the grounds to the state park service. Sounds like a glorious gift to your community. Our campsite has a grand view of Whidbey Island over the Saratoga Passage. And we were close enough to a bald eagle nest to hear them chittering at each other, and the crows shriek in protest.
Though we brought bikes, we didn’t ride much. Mountain biking wasn’t really accessible. At least not where we were. We did hike a bit, crabbed and kayaked, rode a little, and napped. And were treated to a fireworks show of sorts (over on Whidbey’s shore) Saturday night. A pleasantly chill weekend. Those are far too few in our lives right now.
