Camano Island State Park

Is it "found art" if I found it even though someone else made it? Probably not, but it is an oddly satisfying structure nonetheless.

On our way back from the Skagit Valley and the fields of tulips, we decided to stop on Camano Island and visit the Beach. From here you can get a grand view of the Olympic Mountains on a day (such as this day) when the sky is clear enough to see into the distance.

It is possible to find beaches in Washington that actually have sand. Edmonds, Picnic Point (Lynnwood), Whidbey Island, etc. all have beaches that we'd all recognize as a beach. Here, however, this beach is rocky. But it isn't rocky so much as paved with gravel, mush as you'd do for a driveway. The result is a place that looks like your poorly leveled driveway got flooded.

Moreover, we have a family out enjoying the beach in a classic PNW fashion. Everyone is wearing their hoodies and long pants 'cause it is cold and breezy out here.  Sitting on a blanket nestled comfortably on the rocks along with all the sand rock digging equipment -- plastic buckets, shovels, and cups. I get that a mom needs some time out of the house with the kids when it finally stops raining for long enough to drive to the beach, but this is really sad scene.

The main attraction for me on the shoreline was the driftwood. Lots of logs and log parts to be found here.

Swirls and shapes, colors and textures, plenty to catch your eye.

I'm always drawn to the damage done by the insects in the tree when it was still living. It looks like randomly bored holes because they are. Only the "drill" was alive and having lunch.

And occasionally I find some brighter colors for those who yearn for more color in their pastel and watercolor lives. The blue rock with the red tree and green lichen make quite a spectacle.