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.