A trip to the Mukilteo Light House to watch a fall evening sunset is always a transcendental experience. As hundreds of smiling people huddle around fires and sit upon on the mishmash of old logs and stumps, the orange hues and brilliant baby blues of the dusk intensify in saturation.
Suddenly, the white paint of the light house and its accompanying buildings seems more than brilliant in contrast to the dimming evening light. Cars tires rhythmically thump as the vehicles methodically roll of the docked ferry to unload the mass of passengers moving toward dry land. Leashed dogs drag their owners in anticipation of the myriad odors that permeate the air — as seaweed, roasting hot dogs, and fire smoke blend in the gentle sea breeze that approaches from the west.
You can hear the laughter of children as they scurry down the pebbled causeway formed between the water’s edge and the sea grass that parallels the sidewalk that runs along the beach. In the distance the gentle strumming of guitar strings emanate persistent pleasing sound waves that reach the ear, only to suddenly be overwhelmed by the near-obnoxious (yet exciting) blast of the ferry’s foghorn.
Boats that reside in the orange and pink water reflected from the sky suddenly become black silhouettes that look more like two-dimensional cutouts than three-dimensional water craft. The seagulls too become part of a blackness against the umber clouds that masks their normal white and gray feather plumage. And as the last drop of sunlight fades into the gray of the early night, the cooling air becomes filled with the murmurs of the crowds moving themselves and their beach wares toward their temporarily abandoned cars.
Indeed, just one sunset evening experienced at the Mukilteo Lighthouse transforms ones mind, spirit and body. We are blessed indeed for such a charming, healing, and soothing place to comfort our souls.