Unbearable Camano Island Picnic

 

Having just had Maurice the Black Bear amble through my field during breakfast, helping himself to the apples in my orchard; we turned our focus to our planned picnic lunch. We all know that Yogi Bear loves to steal picnic baskets, and thinking that Maurice Bear is also one of those 'smarter than the average bear' types, and Maurice would love nothing better than to not only take my orchard apples, but also our picnic lunch. Therefore, we made unbearable picnic plans.

We were not willing to bear the risk of a stolen picnic lunch, so we hightailed it away from The Pilchuck estate and its bear-infested apple orchard, west to the always enjoyable Camano Island State Park for an afternoon picnic on the graveled beach shore of Camano Island.

We set our box of comestibles on a weathered picnic table behind the driftwood and logs while enjoying the company and the July sunshine. 

We finished feeding, and then naturally took a familiar stroll along the edge of the surf at the  base of glacially deposited sediments forming a cliff. The great thing about strolling along a familiar beach is that many of the details change every time you set foot where the tide had brought new shells and stones in exchange for other seaborn trinkets carried away. 

The family strolls along Saratoga Passage of Puget Sound

Inga repeats a geology lesson to Sean, one she has heard often from her parents at this local

 No bears joined us on Camano Island for lunch, we had our picnic basket all to ourselves.