I heard the scuffle in the closet and when I opened the door this is what I saw.
“Don’t you ever knock?” he asked.
“Oh sorry Benji. It’s you. I wondered what all the commotion was.”
“Well okay then,” he said. “It’s hard enough to find a place to take a nap without being interrupted.”
“Sorry Benji. I know exactly what you mean.”
“Good,” he said. Now would you please close the door so I can get some sleep?”
~ Susanne and Benji
Saturday evening we took a walk at Coulon despite the threat of rain. I didn’t carry my camera – I’m always slowing my poor husband down on our walks – but I did have my phone.
The clouds were spectacular and of course I took a few pictures.
And then I saw the first eagle soaring overhead.
Then there were two.
And then as we stopped to watch the numbers kept increasing.
Three, four, five, six soaring overhead – sometimes swooping down to the lake – perhaps training the younger among them to fish. It was marvelous – the most bald eagles I have ever seen in one place – anywhere – anytime.
Later that night I walked down the street to catch a sunset through the clouds, yes, with my real camera.
Monday morning and it’s still raining.
Rain is falling and clouds are hanging low. Grass is wet, my feet are too.
Young birds all aflutter at the beaver pond, follow their mamas from branch to branch waiting for food. Do they belong? Only she knows.
Water, water everywhere and all is wet and green.
At Flaming Geyser State Park.
After three months of mostly staying at home we finally took a mini vacation and headed to the Long Beach Peninsula on Washington’s coast. We checked into our lodging via email, picked up our keys and stayed clear of others. There were no room services of any kind which was fine with us.
Some restaurants were open for inside dining though most were not. None of it mattered as we were there for the outdoors – to walk on the beach, visit the forts and lighthouses and to bicycle. Yes, we brought our electric bikes prepared to ride the Discovery Trail, and that’s where we’ll start.
The Discovery Trail runs 8.5 miles from Long Beach through the dunes to Beards Hollow in the south. The trail is nice and easy with occasional twists and turns and beach access.
We sailed along the trail, peddling yes, but boosted by battery power, the only way to bicycle!
There were sculptures along the way commemorating those famous travelers from more than 200 years ago, Lewis and Clark. This was of William Clark with a 10 foot sturgeon he mentioned in his journals.
And this one – Clark’s Tree – of the carving he made in a pine tree. The inscription reads, “William Clark. Nov. 19, 1805. By land from the U. States.” It marks the northernmost point of Lewis and Clark’s journey on the Pacific Coast.
As we continued south the vegetation increased and we headed into the trees.
Till we reached the end of the trail at Beards Hollow in Cape Disappointment State Park. During Lewis and Clark’s time the area was still ocean. The wetland formed after the Columbia River jetties were built over a hundred years ago.
This was our turnaround point but before we head back, let me show you Beards Hollow from the overlook above, which we visited the night before.
And nearby North Head Lighthouse, built in 1898.
We made it back to Long Beach just in time to watch the sun dip below the horizon. You can see the North Head Lighthouse on the bluff in the distance.
That’s all for now. I’ll save the rest for later.
Yesterday we visited Flower World to buy Benji a new bed.
Or perhaps bath tub.
I decided to borrow it to carry home the plants I bought while I was there.
I bought the plants to fill up the bucket I got at a collectible store last week.
We were both satisfied with the results.
~ Susanne and Benji
It’s true I’m unwinding. After returning from our first mini vacation in months I’m happy to be home – to my cats – my own bed – and ordinary food.
I’ll share from our trip to the Long Beach Peninsula over the next week or so – the historic towns, the lighthouses and forts and bicycling the Discovery Trail.
In the meantime here are some yellow roses from my garden – also unwinding – and brought to you by the new Block Editor.
Yes, I’m experimenting with the new editor. It’s not terrible and it’s not perfect either. I still have access to the Classic Editor but I’m finding that moving between the two can be tricky. How about you? Have you made the switch?
I, like you, have been greatly disturbed, distressed, and even depressed over what I have seen in our country this past week. Yes, I remember the sixties but this feels worse somehow.
I am doing my best to stay focused on the things I can do, supporting the protesters, praying for change and voting in the fall.
In the meantime we managed to escape to the coast for a few days, our first getaway since the pandemic started. We are still adhering to all the proper protocols and social distancing; I’ll be sharing more from our trip soon.
But I thought you would enjoy a preview from our visit to Fort Columbia this morning, where this deer was feeding. Beautiful and unafraid, it approached where I was standing. I gave it room and quietly backed away to maintain social distancing even in nature.
Thankful there is still beauty in the world.
In my last post I told you about the rain barrels in our backyard.
To get the second one we went to Sand Point, an old naval base on the shores of Lake Washington, now mostly owned and used by the City of Seattle. Though I visited Sand Point when I was young, even shopped at the commissary (my stepfather was a retired Navy man) I’d never been back to visit what was now a city park, the second largest in Seattle it turns out.
According to Wikipedia, ‘In 1975 a large portion of the Navy’s land was given to the City of Seattle and to the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA). The city’s land was largely developed as a park and named Sand Point Park. In 1977, it was renamed Magnuson Park in honor of longtime U.S. Senator Warren Magnuson, a former naval officer from Seattle.”
After picking up the rain barrel from the Seattle Conservation Corps, we went for a walk in the park through mostly open meadow, forest and wetlands.
As we neared the lake we came across The Fin Project, public art made from the dive fins from former U.S. Navy nuclear submarines.
The inscription nearby read, “They shall beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks; nation shall not lift up a sword against nation, neither shall they learn war anymore.” Old Testament, Micah, Chapter 4. I can’t wait for that day.
After visiting the lake it was time to head back to the car and we took a shortcut up Kite Hill where Bob seemed to walk into the clouds.
Soon we were back on the trail and I paused to watch the Swallowtail.
I don’t remember the last time I saw such a large butterfly, but it was huge and it was beautiful and it flitted about in the berry bushes from flower to flower.
Every walk in the park has its highlight and for me watching the butterfly was it.
And though we couldn’t cover all 350 acres of the park, we enjoyed our portion. By then we were hungry and headed to Dicks, our favorite burger joint, before returning back home.
It was a day well spent.
I woke this morning to a caucus of crows and heavy footsteps on the roof. Were they protesting the presence of a raccoon? I got up to look while the clamoring continued as did the low rumblings. Too heavy for a raccoon, maybe the sound of construction nearby?
Benji startled and wondered at the noise and I tried to assure him.
Then continuing peals of thunder, low, rolling thunder- till heavy rain and pelting hail began to fall.
Days on end of eighty degree weather came to a crashing end – it was strange but comforting – pure Seattle weather. Locals posted – THUNDER – on social media sites – enjoying the sounds of the storm.
Yesterday we sat by the stream,
which is fed by rainwater, thanks to my husband’s creativity.
It drains into a rain barrel, then through an underground pipe to the stream across the yard.
The water was evaporating too quickly so just last week he added another barrel to hold the overflow.
The stream will continue to flow when the sunshine returns.
But today we’ll stay inside.
Earlier this week, as I stood on the shores of Lake Washington, a Great Blue Heron swooped in and landed nearby. It was a typical spring day in Seattle, skies cloudy and partly blue, the lake a silvery hue.
Though I didn’t shoot the pictures in black and white – I drained the color out of them later – I thought they would do nicely for Cee’s Photo Challenge in Black and White.