This three-day solo from the Nisqually River delta up Puget Sound to Seattle was very far from a wilderness trip, but I still saw lots of wildlife and beautiful scenery and had a great time. On Anderson Island, I even got to enjoy the entire Carlson Bay campground all to myself—highly unusual for late June.
There was a surprising variety of bird life, both on land and on the water. All four of what I call the “Big Four” alcids were present in fair numbers: marbled murrelet, common murre, pigeon guillemot, and rhinoceros auklet. There were also surf scoters, western grebes, and a single common loon, as well as both pelagic and double-crested cormorants. On land, I saw tons of Wilson’s and orange-crowned warblers, both of which I love for their bright colors and energetic mannerisms.
The best species of the trip was undoubtedly the purple martin, which I observed both at the Luhr Beach launch site on the mainland and at Carlson Bay on Anderson Island. Other cool observations included a peregrine falcon attacking a bald eagle at Tacoma Narrows, and, later, a different eagle attacking an osprey near Alki Point.
No shorebirds were present anywhere, nor ducks of any kind other than the scoters, and no gulls other than glaucous-winged. I did see Caspian terns several times throughout the trip.
There were also lots of interesting manmade features, including the now-closed prison on McNeil Island and, of course, the Tacoma Narrows Bridge.
The weather was great: clear and sunny and still. Usually, such good weather brings a lot of people out on the water, but in the middle of the workweek, the crowds weren’t bad at all. At my first campsite on Anderson Island, I had the entire gravel spit to myself. At Tacoma Narrows Park, I was the only camper, although there were quite a few families at the beach during the day. At Point Robinson on the east side of Vashon Island, I was again the only camper, although again, there were a lot of day trippers down by the lighthouse.
The Point Robinson camping experience, I’m sorry to report, was not ideal. The Cascadia Marine Trails site was extremely difficult to find—so much so that the park superintendent had to show me where it was at the top of the hill. Luckily, he had his truck with him and very kindly offered to drive my gear up, because the campsite was not near the water at all.
The superintendent was extremely nice about the whole affair, but I still felt like kayak campers at Point Robinson were tucked away in an inconvenient, buggy, and less scenic site than they deserve, far from the bathrooms and tap water, and distressingly out of sight of the kayak storage area on the beach. The superintendent told me that he didn’t think more than a handful of kayakers had ever camped at Point Robinson. Lisabeula, on the west side of Vashon, is much nicer and more convenient for us paddling types.
In defense of Point Robinson, though, you just can’t beat the view from here of Mount Rainier.
The trip was a good mix of urban and wildlife paddling, and each of the campsites had its own charm, even Point Robinson. I’m very grateful to live in a place where such beauty and enjoyment are so readily available.
—Alex Sidles