There's something about White Rock that makes me expect Thomas the Tank Engine to pull up, loaded with school kids out of British children's novels. Railroad tracks along the beach, a waterfront promenade, and lots of fish'n'chips places. Nothing in Puget Sound feels like this place - Edmonds probably comes closest, but it still isnt the same.
This place really deserves a sunny summer day when the tide is out - with crowds trailing out across the warm sand flats. But all I had was a spare 30 minutes on a gray January day.
The town of White Rock, on the other side of the Peace Arch from Blaine, gets its name from a large glacial erratic perched on the beach. Apparently, the seagulls were responsible for the original white color, but now the town uses real paint.
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