Cap Sante from Seafarers Memorial Park in Anacortes, with an oil refinery in the distance |
There are foot and bike trails up to the top of the bluff, but I only rode out to the tip of the point, where I watched hummingbirds buzzing up and down above the manzanitas on the steep slope. I stopped to chat with an older couple of retirees who seemed concerned that I might be a transient planning to set up camp in the park, but I was able to convince them that I was only a harmless flake. I generally try to keep my gear nice and dress up-scale enough to look like an Adventure Tourist, not a bum, but sometimes these class distinctions are hard to maintain.
Sculptures and poems printed on plaques are on exhibit beside the landscaped walkways by the water, including a poem titled "What the Fisherman Knows" by Samuel Green, a former poet laureate of Washington state. I found it moving and mysterious, my main requirement for poetry.
Causland Park |
After a hearty sandwich and coffee at one of the many lunch spots on Commercial Ave., I biked around at random on neighborhood streets, until I happened on Causland Park, a one square block garden spot at the intersection of 8th Street and M Avenue. The walls, paths and stairways, the bandstand and memorials in the park are mosaics made of various colors and textures of local stone. The stone works were designed and built in about 1920, by a former French-Canadian named Jean Baptiste LePage, apparently a mostly self-taught artist and architect, who was influenced by the Spanish architect Antonio Gaudi. The park was later re-named for Harry Causland, as a memorial to soldiers from World War I. The place is a curious and fascinating retreat in an out-of-the way little town, worth looking for if you have time to kill while waiting for the Anacortes ferry.
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