In need of some sun, sky and water, we traveled to one of our favorite places off Island — Foulweather Bluff Preserve.
The grove of Madrones hanging over the bluff are losing their summer green.
The highlight for us is the beach, 3800 feet of prime digging-a-hole-with-a-stick public access. We've been twice, neither time did the weather allude to the naming, but an ID-wearing member of The Nature Conservancy told us to check back in the winter for storms and migrating birds.
If it's not the beach you want, the marsh offers another naturalizing opportunity. Our daughter far prefers the water to the marsh so we've not explored it much — perhaps this winter.
A rusty hook on the old log — I found it interesting.