There is something about summer on Camano Island that makes you wish the days could last just a little longer. Maybe it’s the way the morning light dances across the water. The quiet sound of waves along the shoreline before the rest of the world seems to wake up. Coffee on the deck, bare feet in the sand, and that first glimpse of the mountains across the water. Or maybe it’s the afternoons—the ones that seem to unfold without much of a plan at all. A paddleboard gets carried down to the beach. Someone launches a kayak. Boats cruise by in the distance while kids explore the shoreline, searching for…