It’s a rainy Saturday morning.
I’m sitting at the kitchen table in my tiny cabin nestled amidst the towering trees in Camano Island State Park near the shores of the Puget Sound.
It’s early, still—a little after 8 a.m. So quiet and peaceful, with occasional birds providing soothing background noise.
I arrived here a few days ago, an early escape before the long Memorial Day weekend. It’s been a thoroughly restorative and relaxing getaway in an exquisite corner of the universe that’s just one “hour-ish” north of Seattle.
Pro tip: Arriving Thursday afternoon was a very wise move. I had the park seemingly to myself that first day and night.
On Friday morning, I awoke around 4:45 a.m. to an enchanting symphony of beautiful bird songs. The concert started slowly and in time built to a beautiful crescendo. It was most definitely the best wakeup call of my life thus far.
Camano Island is also home to my younger sister and her husband. They moved here a few years ago and have absolutely fallen in love with this slice of heaven.
(Same here!)