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Camano Beach Sunset, Aug. 25, 2025 |
The day had been pleasantly warm. My physical chores had been accomplished around the house. I was not exhausted, but filled with a well-worn feeling of satisfaction with my day's work.
I chose not to eat leftover spaghetti from the fridge. No. Heated up leftovers was not what I wanted. I deserved a shot at optimizing the end of my fine day. I had a simple plan, I would stop and buy a Subway sandwich as I motored through Stanwood on my way out for an evening picnic supper at Camano Beach State Park.
While I was driving to my favorite 'table with a view', my wife called me from Texas, earlier that usual.
I answered via my SUVs bluetooth, "Are you driving somewhere?" was her question.
"Yes. Yes I am." I think she could hear me smiling.
"Where?"
"I'm going for a simple supper on Camano Beach. You wanna come along? I have reserved a table with a view."
It was nice to share supper conversation as she listened to me crunch on sea salt & vinegar potato chips as I watched the boats return to the ramp as the sky turned to warm, evening hues.
The sun dipped into the tree tops on Whidbey Island across Saratoga Strait. I gave her a play-by-play of the setting sun.
The marine air chilled into the upper 60s and I was on my way off the island in the late August dusk.
This is a nice place.
You should come hangout with me. You deserve a Camano Island sunset supper.
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