So we were able to see the fireworks right from the campground. We staked out our place on the shores of Skagit Bay, and waited for the show to begin. It was a great location, since, surrounded by water, we were able to see the fireworks from towns all around us. The closest were those set off by the Swinomish indians right over the channel (practically in the campground's backyard). Then there were others being set off by Oak Harbor and Anacortes, plus fireworks coming from private homes all around us, so it was a great show. The only thing missing was a huge bonfire, which, considering all the driftwood along the water, would've been a cinch to ignite. But alas, the campground is actually leasing its property from none other than the Swinomish Indians, and, supposedly, the indians consider it their "sacred beach" and they don't want people taking their driftwood. We're skeptical about the source of that rule though. I mean, indians love fires and smoke signals and all that. Why would they care? We think the park just doesn't want people picking up all the nice, dry, free kindling, when they can sell it to us instead. That beach is a perfect location for firepits for communal fires, which we really could've used. By the time the sun set enough to light fireworks, it was close to 10:00, and boy that temperature drops quickly when the sun goes down. We started the evening in short sleeves. By the end, we were layered up with multiple jackets, hoods on heads, and a fleece blanket which James acquired for himself so he could wrap it around his legs. He looked like a deranged monk. Easily the coldest 4th of July we've ever experienced. But also one of the coolest.