Something is horribly wrong here. This is what you'll be saying to yourself with every step taken down the trail to Clayton Beach, a lovely layered salad of sand, stone and saltwater near Larrabee State Park, just south of Bellingham. Surely this cannot be the way to the beach. Beaches sound like a day-care center at a motor speedway.
Beaches smell like coconut oil and burnt turkey franks.
Beaches look like a pre-Christmas Sunday at Bellevue Square. This place looks like the back yard alder forest you frolicked in as a youth. The only smell is a sweet saltwater perfume wafting gently from the bay. The only sound is the wind ushering it gently up through the leaves. It seems too good to be true, but then, so did NutraSweet, and most of us are still slurping and breathing.