On the beach below the treed hillside that divides East Beach from West Beach lies the eponymous white rock. I managed to catch it at a rare moment when nobody was climbing on it or getting pictures taken beside it.
The southern city of White Rock has a gorgeous seaside promenade and a long wooden pier -- perfect for walking at every season of the year.
Strolling beside the tracks, one often sees freight trains, or the Amtrak passenger that rolls by every evening around six, en route to Seattle, Portland, Eugene, and points south.
The White Rock, like the Bear at the far end of East Beach, makes a great landmark for walkers. It is also enormous enough, and white enough to be seen from afar.