![]() Some park-goers were out with their children, flipping over rocks, presumably so they could see little crabs scurry out – a rite of passage in oceanic education. Various sand dollars and shells sprinkle the sandy saltwater shoreline. While, of course, sand was on that beach, so was a trail of seaweed leading to a stream of water called Thames Creek, which would eventually turn into Kate’s Creek. Note to self: Bring sunglasses.Īn expansive sandy beach was on the other side. ![]() Light scorched our retinas on the other side. Like children who can’t wait to eat dinner before dessert, we hit the beach first.Īfter passing a picnic table in a grassy area, we were greeted with a muddy walk through a small, dark tunnel. With my trusty annual Discover Pass in hand, my hiking partner and I drove down to the main parking lot. On a sunny Saturday morning, I woke up at an ungodly hour of 7 a.m. The quiet solitude this hidden gem provides is worth every Discovery Pass day charge, annual pass investment or camping fee. I’ve crossed rivers, climbed cliffs and felt the descent in my knees (it feels like Jell-O).īut the trails of Dash Point State Park are special. I’ve summited Washington peaks and one in Montana, and I’ve peered across more alpine lakes than I care to count. The park’s 11 miles of hiking trails, eight of which are available to bicyclists, are a haven from a growing suburban city that’s cut through by Pacific Highway and Interstate 5.Īs a hiker in my second year, I no longer consider myself a novice. ![]() Dash Point State Park’s 398 acres of forest creep up to a sandy beach on Puget Sound. ![]()
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