Clayton Beach

A couple of weeks ago, I spent a sunny afternoon taking the girls to the beach. I'd heard good things about a place on the far south end of Bellingham called Clayton Beach. After parking the car, the pooches and I started on what is published as a short hike in. The trouble was that there wasn't signage, and there was a fork after the first staircase down into the woods. Then, on top of it, a few more paths strayed off of the one I took initially. So, yes, I got lost. However, it was worth it, because the girls and I discovered a really beautiful little stream that fell over some rocks. We had some fun playing in that for a while before making our way back and finding the correct path to the beach, which is pretty obvious once you've been on it, but I hadn't.


Some of the beaches here are known for their rocks, which locals, and maybe geologists (I don't know), call Chuckanut sandstone, as it is found on the beaches bordering the Chuckanut Mountains.



All you midwesterners prolly tink dis is some kinda Swiss-bleu hybrid, dontcha? It's not dough. It's rock. You betcha it is, eh.

We watched these seagulls find lunch.


Maybe you can tell in the last two photos; Clayton Beach is much sandier than a lot of its competitors around here. I like it. The sand feels good under your feet, and there are still plenty of big ol' rocks to play on. All in all, we had a nice afternoon, and we have a new playground to enjoy.