Sex on The Beach

My friend Rod has been bugging me to go to Deception Pass with him for a couple of months now. Since my exit from Seattle is imminent, I figured there was no time like the present. Deception pass is about sixty miles north of Seattle on I-5 and about 18 miles southwest of the intersection between I-5 and highway 20. The drive to Deception Pass is pretty boring for 80% of it. Once you head SW after the refinery at Anacortes, the road quickly becomes very scenic.

Deception pass is the break in the land that makes Whidbey Island into and island. It's a beautiful steep walled cut of rock crossed by a narrow and oddly fragile looking bridge. Because deception pass is at the far northern end of Whidbey island, much of the water to the east of Whidbey island and nearbye Camano island prefers to pass through the Deception Pass channel when the tide changes, rather than heading the long way to the south and then back around to the North. So, when the tide is changing, the surface of the water ripples and roils like water flowing through a shallow river. It's a pretty amazing sight.

Still, my appreciation of the beauty of Deception Pass was eclipsed by something I saw that, while one of the most natural of human experiences, was complete unexpected at the time. The southern side of the channel is lined by very nice beaches made of a mixture of sand and smoothly polished medium sized gravel. Rod and I went for a walk along the beaches heading west. There are a couple of small sized headlands that cut very close to the water, and depending on where the tide is at they may or may not be passable along the lower edge. One of the headlands in question went very nearly to the water's edge, but was passable by a narrow foot wide bit of unsubmerged ground. Rod and I had to get through this part in single file and I went first.

As I came around the headland I took a quick look to my left. She was bent over the large driftwood log wedged in the gravel three quarters of the way up the shore. He was right behind her, his hands on her hips, thrusting madly. Neither were wearing any clothes of any kind. They turn towards me with big shit eating grins on their faces and then quickly disengage. They turn, scoop up their clothes and start heading towards the woods that line the beach. I do an abrupt 180, stopping Rod with a hand to the chest and mumbling "sorry about that" over my shoulder. I think to myself, "Damn, he had a nice ass. I wonder if he plays soccer."

Rod and I go back the way we came and wait for about five minutes before continuing on. When we get around the headland they're no where to be seen. We continue on down the beach. About 100 feet down, we pass a couple heading in the opposite direction. The woman doesn't really make eye contact. The man does. He asks, "How's it going?" I reply, "Pretty good." He gives me another big shit eating grin and a little eye waggle. About ten steps afterwards I stop and turn. Yep, that's him allright.