Simple Gifts

It was a blizzard

2008-12-21T22:17:00.000-08:00

OK, that seems a bit dramatic but I looked up the definition and it fit. "Officially, the National Weather Service defines a blizzard as a storm which contains large amounts of snow OR blowing snow, with winds in excess of 35 mph and visibilities of less than 1/4 mile for an extended period of time (at least 3 hours). Apparently our peak gust was 57 mph. I am very grateful for my warm house and the fact that the winds weren't higher and the power was only out briefly. When morning came and things had calmed somewhat I couldn't resist getting out and exploring.

My porch, yard, driveway and street

Along the river trail by my house. The wind was still blowing hard by the pond

This house has been vacant for months. The snow is right up against the house and no one is around to shovel

I wanted to catch a photo of what I'm calling "snow devils". This was as close as I got

I like this bench

Oops. I guess they went in the ditch about 3am. I know the guys and the ditch is in front of my friend's Roxi's house. Small neighborhood! Roxi and I had a nice visit while watching the efforts to rescue the mini van.

And Schmoo of course had a great time... mostly

I stepped quickly off the street, because it was a very bad spot with drifting snow and a truck was coming. It turns out I was stepping into a snow filled ditch. Schmoo followed. I fell and floundered a bit in the snow and Schmoo decided that he'd just wait for rescue. I don't think he was all that happy to find himself chest deep in snow. We'd had a long walk and were tired. Of course about 30 minutes after we got home he was ready to play again.

Starting a new blog

2008-07-25T18:44:00.000-07:00

In my last post I talked about not posting in this blog. I really doubted I would post here again. It felt like an ending. I've long struggled with with this blog would be and what this blog could be. Sometimes I dream very big, and while that dreaming is fun, it can hamper me from enjoying what is. I started this with the idea of it being a sort of naturalist journal and ended writing about love of dogs.

You'll find a reoccurring theme with me. I believe that life is a journey. We don't really know where that journey will take us and even when we think our path is clear, we often take detours and stop in unexpected places. I guess I feel the need to share my journey. Perhaps it's vanity but I hope some of it is a desire to spread the sense of wonder I so often feel and to make connections with the larger world. Words and blogging also give me a map of where I've been and can remind me of the direction I want to move.

When I created my blog I called it "Simple Gifts". That is important. I've gotten very caught up in expectations, when what I wanted to focus on was the magical moments in life. I've worried about what a naturalist would write. I've worried about scientific content. I've wondered if I could ever be considered a writer of photographer. I think a lot. I worry. I want to make this world a better place but I'm overwhelmed by the myriad of problems. I constantly wish I could do more, but find myself, like so many others, limited. So, I'm starting a new blog. It will build on the lessons I learned here. It will focus on something I can do. I know how to celebrate life. I can remind others to look at the sunset or feel the wind in their face.

My new blog is very much a work in progress, just as I am. I will slowly be adding poetry that I've written. I will write and post pictures. My goal is to share what I can in a moderately polished fashion. Heh, we'll see if that's too lofty a goal. Will I come back here to Simple Gifts? Perhaps. I can see me coming here to brag about Schmoozer or write about the details of a trip.
And here, I won't worry about polish. Another important lesson I've learned, crafting something I'm proud of is worthwhile but being able to cut loose and just let myself be is vital.

Memories and love

2008-04-07T19:16:00.000-07:00

I haven't really been writing much here. I could use the excuse of it being winter, but it is still a time filled with wonder and awe for me. I have gotten out. I've had those quiet, magical moments. I could say my interests have shifted and that would be closer to the truth. There is a more powerful reason. This is a place where my memories live. If you read back through what I've written, perhaps you will find several themes. There is the joy and thankfulness I feel at being an observer of this wonderful, natural world. There is the story of my journeys and adventures. There is another story, I had no idea I was writing. I sometimes accuse my friends of being "mooshy". I'm not someone who will read a romance and I like to pretend I'm fierce, but I've been writing a love story of sorts. Oh sure, I'm certainly being a bit corny, but isn't there a bit truth in most comedy?

Coal and I were together for nearly 14 years. He was my friend and companion. Someone I know described him as my partner which I thought was funny word choice for a dog. Perhaps he was wiser then I. I loved that dog deeply and completely. He shared my life and yes, he was a partner in my adventures. There's a part of me that wants to apologize for speaking so, of "just a dog". I am sure there are some that would not understand. I have called this journal Simple Gifts and what is the greatest gift of all? It's the gift of love. It's a powerful gift and I can not deny or disclaim it.

This journal holds so many memories. At times I've looked back trying to figure out when I visited somewhere or where I saw something. There in the words and descriptions is Coal. Even when he's not mentioned directly (which was rare), his loving presence runs through my experiences creating the shape and depth of what I remember. I've been out this winter, walking with those memories. I've been surprised at how hard it has been to visit the familiar places. Each time I return somewhere I realize I shared the place with my trusted companion and I feel his loss. I think that's why, after Coal died, I focused so hard on the Wonder Pup when I did come here to write and share pictures. I haven't been able to write about my outings, because the story is still being shaped by Coal.

I'm not sure if I'll come back to this journal. Perhaps this will be an ending of sorts. I know that if I come back, I'll be telling a slightly different story. Each of us (human, canine and other living creatures) must make our own journey in life. We all have different stories to tell. Some raise children and build families, others work tirelessly for the cause they believe in. I still hold tight to the simple gifts like the sound of a woodpecker or a reflection in a mud puddle. Of course, one of the most precious gifts to me is the love a human and dog can share. I'm building a new partnership now. Schmooze the wonder pup is 8.5 months old and we are creating our own memories. That's where I will leave this, whether I come back to this particular journal or not, I am at a new beginning. That is something I can rejoice in.

Schmoo and I discover the joy of swimming
(AKA, lots of pictures of the Wonder Pup)

I'm ready! Please throw the stick!

I can get it!

I can swim!

I got it!

That was fun, lets do it again!

Woo hoo here I go

That was a big stick!

Big sticks are kind of hard to hold onto

This place is great, I'm swimming far!

Am I dry yet?

Not much to say, but here's some photos

2008-01-07T21:08:00.000-08:00

Schmoo got a bath, for which he lacked enthusiasm during the experience but was FULL of energy after. He also got a new collar because he's too big for the first collar I bought him. (He's growing up!) I also got a new monopod for my camera and was having fun with picture taking.

Schmoo wouldn't cooperate with picture taking after the bath so I tried to distract him with a bone

Look, he's all shiny and clean!

I like the silhouette effect. He's got his new "big dog" collar on.

I was so excited.
I had my camera in hand and Schmoo and fancy were playing
nice and cute on the couch....
until I tried to take a picture

Fancy cat was probably playing with schmoo because I was disturbing her beauty sleep

Isn't she pretty, maybe the beauty sleep works.

Lighting, traffic, and household errands interfered with getting photos but at least I got this one

As always, don't forget that pleasure can come in the smallest, most ordinary or unexpected moments. Enjoy.

A journey shared

2007-12-26T06:53:00.001-08:00

This holiday season has left me a bit sad. Perhaps it's silly, but for the past ten years home and family has meant Coal, Fancy, Grumbles and myself. Perhaps the difference between having pets and having furry family members, is the choice to see the individual. I have had the chance to share my home with these special individuals with unique personalities and needs. Instead of ownership, I have emotional obligations and a journey shared.

Grumbles, last Christmas
She decided the bed was for her, not Coal

As I write this Fancy sits purring in my lap. She is the same determined, bad tempered and smart cat. Our family is changing though and she has become friends with Schmoo. He's much bigger then her now and he has a puppy's exuberance but I've watched them sit side by side, gently bopping each other with their paws. A few nights ago, they slept side by side on the couch. I am glad for her.

Fancy Cat this summer
I actually got a picture of her!

I miss Coal and Grum. I miss Grumble's easy warmth, the way she'd hide under the covers and her play bites. I miss Coal so very much. I miss the expressions on his face, leaning into him, his joy at walks or snow and reaching out to his calm and loving presence. I ache from missing them, but I am also grateful for all they gave me.

Coal, summer of 2006
At Franklin Falls, one of our favorite places

My memories may be intangible but I will hold tight to them. Right now, Fancy sits warm and purring in my lap (and somewhat annoyed with my typing). While I embrace my memories I also reach out for the love I have. My furry family has changed, but it's still with me. I am soothed by Fancy's purr and thinking of tomorrow. Schmoozer is growing so fast and I am once again on a journey of discovery. His joy and energy brighten my days and neither one of us can resist the chance to walk and play. As always, it's the simple gifts in life that mean the most

Schmoo was surprised and confused at first
when we woke to nearly a foot of snow

Schmoo leading the way and wanting me to hurry up.

He sticks his head all the way in the snow
Or in the river... brrrrrrr!!!!!!

My beautiful puppy is growing up

The river by my house,
Thanks to Schmoo I got myself out to see the beauty

Catching up on happenings

2007-12-23T11:04:00.000-08:00

One of the wonderful things about life is the variety of opportunities to explore and learn. Of course for me, my favorite moments tend to include nature and dogs. Here are some of my special moments from the last few months.

Rattlesnake Mountain and Snoqualmie Point Trailhead

Katie and her lovely little girl Ruby, and Schmoozer and I decided we had to check out the new Snoqualmie Point Trailhead. (For some photos check out this wonderful blog). We we really enjoyed the new park but it was even nicer to be out exploring with good friends. We went a ways up the Rattlsnake Mountain trail and the goal wasn't distance or any particular place but just sharing with each other.

City Nature, the zoo and more

I met my friend Brad at the Renton park. Of course I can go just a short distance from my house and be lost in the woods, but the park was a fun experience. The Maples were gorgeous and salmon were spawning in the Cedar River.

We then drove down to the Point Defiance Zoo. Surprisingly, I think my favorite part of the zoo was the walruses.

There's a downstairs part to the zoo where you can see walrus, otters and beluga. It was really loud and I went over by the walruses while everyone else seemed gathered around the otters and whales. A family came over and they had a little girl who was somewhere between one and two. They put her on the cement ledge so she was right next to glass (like me). She and I were basically beside each other. This one walrus apparently was interested in the girl. The walrus would come up from below face and body brushing across the glass the girl leaned on. Walrus are big but the girl never flinched or anything. She just sat there with a quiet smile. I felt like we (the girl, walrus and I) shared a secret. When I went upstairs the keepers were feeding the walruses and that was fun to watch too. As always, it is the interactions with animals that fascinate me the most.

This is a baby Anoa

Later, Brad and I drove through Point Defiance park where we got to see some beautiful scenes and some very urban raccoons begging along side the road.

Trip to California

I drove down to California to visit my friends for Thanksgiving. Schmoozer was a great passenger even though it's a long drive for a puppy. I drove through eastern Washington and Oregon and they live in Central California so I saw a lot of desert. I love having that chance to experience such a different habitat. The desert even sounds different and the sunlight was certainly nice. We went for two hikes, one in the desert and one at Big Trees State Park, so we got to explore the different worlds of forest and arid land.

Nae and Tasha at Big Trees

Schmoozer was, of course, delighted by the visit because he got to spend hours playing with Abby the dog. She was pretty good spirited about the puppy energy. Both dogs enjoyed the hikes. Schmoo did get rather frightened of a stump. Yep, it was one scary stump and Schmooze was barking and trying to protects us while backing away! Even the puppy was tired after the hikes so we had our quiet moments too.

Nature Poem

2007-12-17T18:03:00.000-08:00

We, who are civilized, like to idealize and sanitize Nature
However, birth is a bloody, painful process that can end in sorrow and suffering.
Death isn't always quick and painless like my childhood nature shows proclaimed.
Natures glory is not always green or gold.

Ask the farmer or the logger if Nature is gentle.
Mud and muck, snot and slime,
Nature can be a stern and unforgiving mother.
The fetid odor of putrification and eutrification
Is as much her perfume as roses and spring breezes.

Today, I looked at the ruler straight snow line on the mountain.
The trees above stood out bright and strong against the twilight sky.
It reminded me of a winter display found in the shopping mall.
Perhaps I should be comforted by the sign of order and beauty,
But I felt uncertain and distant and longed for Natures intimacy.

First day at the dog park

2007-11-10T20:41:00.000-08:00

I imagine I will get back to writing more general posts about nature and my excursions, but for now I'm enjoying Schmoozer's firsts. It's a great way to look at life with a new perspective and it won't last long. He is now a big boy in many ways. In a few days he will be 4 months and he is definitely testing boundaries. He's got all his puppy vaccines and received his "honorary" rabies tag. He's changing so fast. One morning this week I woke up to find a sleek body had replaced his puppy pudge over night! He weighs 38lbs (17kg), which means he's tripled in weight since I brought him home. Last night, he was catching his toy in mid air, when a few days ago tracking it was still a challenge. Life is certainly an adventure and these adventures, unlike many in life, are full of joy and anticipation.

"Big Boy" explorations

Just for comparison, this is the little boy I brought home
(taken 9/16)

To celebrate his "big boy" status, we went to Marymoor dog park today. It was his first visit to a dog park but that didn't matter to him. I was so used to Coal - my sweet, shy, aloof dog. Schmoozer lived up to his name. He wanted to play with everyone. He was overjoyed and not intimidated at all. I started with him on the leash, but he was being so good and responsive to my calls I soon let him off. Fairly quickly we found another pup that was his age. They spent a great deal of time running and tussling. Schmoozer also was deeply impressed by the older dogs dashing and jumping into the water. I couldn't figure out at first, how he got so wet without actually swimming. I think it's because he was so close to every dog that came out of the water he got thoroughly sprayed down. There were times when I couldn't see him. That's because he'd run into the midst of a a group of dogs. I may be calling him a big boy, but he would disappear behind the adult dogs. I'd start peering around and then he'd reappear, trying to chase after someone twice his size. His run is still all puppy, a bouncing wobbly gait with legs that sometimes splay out in unpredictable directions.

The puppy on the right, is the same age or a few weeks older, but smaller,
then Schmoozer (on the left) They had a great time playing together

We spent several hours there. In spite of his enthusiasm and confidence, I was reassured to see that he stayed away from dogs that seemed aggressive. He never got himself in any trouble and found many play mates. He remembered to not jump on people, he understood dog manners and until the very end he came when I called him. By the time I headed back to the car, he was so tired I kept expecting him to fall over but he was still going at full speed. At that point, he apparently forget his name, what "come" means or who the heck I was. I got him to the car and when I started to towel him off he fell over and wanted to sleep right there! I'm sure he was asleep before I drove out of the park. Another one of those reminders of how to live life - embrace every moment, play, make friends and sleep deep.

Schmoozer, in the midst of the action
Maybe he's asking the secret to swimming

October Poem

2007-11-03T12:20:00.001-07:00

October
Is the month
Of depression.
It leaves me
Swollen with emotion,
Dark and crumbling,
Like a rain soaked
Rotten log.

There are moments though,
Crisp and bright,
When the leaves dance
And the trees whisper.
My spirit stirs,
Remembering
That as a child
I laughed
And chased the wind.

Breathing the musk
Of autumn,
Full of emotion and memory,
I embrace the change.

All poetry and photography (c) Herman

Schmoozers first snow

2007-10-20T18:38:00.000-07:00

I heard it was snowing up at the pass. I love the snow. Coal did too. It was sort of a tradition for us that as soon as their was snow in the pass we would load up and head for fun. Sometimes we'd end up in the rain. (Don't believe everything you hear on the weather reports). At least once we ended up in a traffic nightmare because there wasn't just snow there was SNOW! I love the feeling of anticipation as I start driving up. This time, on the drive up I kept remembering Coal. Snow and the beach were at the top of his favorite things list. I shed some tears but held on to the idea that Coal gave me some wonderful traditions that I can now share with the Schmooze. I was excited to see what his reaction would be to his first snow.

We arrived and Schmoozer was anxious to get out of the car. As I bundled up and grabbed the camera and pack, he completely ignored the snow and tried to meet the man parked next to me. Schmoozer thinks *all* people are his friend. I finally got us moving up the trail. I kept watching Schmoo and he just moved along like the snow didn't exist. Sheesh! Then we moved into a clearing where the snow was slightly deeper. Suddenly Schmoo stopped, sniffed and did some deep thinking. You could tell he was thinking "What is this stuff!?!". Then the fun began. After all, there is so much you can do with snow. You can eat it, sniff it, dig it, stick your nose in holes, bound through it, lay in it and chase snow balls. The more time we spent out there the more he began to enjoy. I finally just dropped the leash in an open area and let him leap, tumble and explore. It was a joy to watch.

I did spend some time absorbing the beauty of the trail we were on. I will definitely return. I love snow (how often have I said this). I love how it accents what we might otherwise miss and obscures the obvious. That is why it's such a magical thing for me. It is a reminder that the world I know is based on my perceptions. That there is endless possibilities, if you can try to see beyond what you think you know. Schmoozer is perhaps wiser then I andrecognizes that he knows very little and is trying to absorb every experience as deeply as possible.

Schmoozer's first hike

2007-09-30T20:26:00.000-07:00

I haven't been hiking since Coal died. I just haven't been able to face the idea of going without him. I've been starting to miss the woods. I will always find a sense of peace and renewel out in nature. So, I decided to take Scmoozer for a hike. OK, it wasn't really a hike. He's just a little guy. I have to be careful where I take him because he's not fully vaccinated yet (16 weeks, and then the adventures really begin). He's also very young and certainly not up for a big outing. I decided Olallie would be the perfect place. The old growth trail and picnic area is very small and I have rarely seen people there.

Schmoozer has been uncertain on our walks to the river by my house. Sometimes he is excited and happy and sometimes scared. Of course there are cars and neighborhood dogs (not lose, but still very big and intimidating) to deal with. I really wasn't sure how he'd react. I think everyone should spend time outside with a baby (human, puppy, kitty, etc). They experience the world in a different way. Schmoozer was thrilled from the moment we started. He was a bit disappointed I didn't let him eat the elk poop and he probably could have spent much longer chasing leaves but soon enough we headed down the trail.

The beauty of the forest

It was good to get out in be immersed in green. The light show through the trees and the moss seemed to soak up sound. I've needed that. Schmoo learned that sometimes I stop and take forever taking photos. He was pretty patient but pulled excitedly ahead until we got to the mud. Then he stopped dead. Apparently mud was something new and perplexing. We stopped and he sat and thought for a moment and then he came up with the perfect solution to the mud problem. When in mud - DIG!

This is how most of my pictures of Schmoozer come out.
He moves around quite a bit! And he really got into the digging.

I don't think he was actually eating the mud... I hope not

I finally dragged him away from the mud and we continued on. I think by then he had discovered the joy of exploring. He was running at the end of his leash (even though I was mostly walking.) It was quite fun watching him try to charge ahead. When we got to the end of the falls he was disappointed. He wanted to continue on and he tried to jump up and peer over the railing at Weeks Falls. I picked him up and let him see. The we were off again. He was confused when we didn't follow the exact same path back, but delighted to end up by the river. What can I say, he's going to be a water dog. He explored the river, slipping and sliding over rocks and splashing excitedly. But like young critters everywhere, it was the simple pleasures. He found a place that felt secure and then spent a happy period playing with a stick. I could tell he was starting to get tired and the weather was looking threatening so headed back. Schmoo still delights in grass and we had a romp before it was time to load him in the car. I kept tellng him he was tired, and he kept saying "play". It would have been more convincing if he didn't keep falling over and flopping down in the grass.

River Dog!

Sticks are fun!

He's got his stick, but he's too worn out to do much

After a brief romp in the grass,
Shmooze was ready to be carried to the car.
I think he was asleep before I go the engine started

The view as we loaded up to go home

I am so lucky to have Schmoozer in my life. I was delighted and honored when I got a reply and email from the Lil Waif Puppy Rescue folks after my last entry. It makes me so happy to think of how well cared for Schmoozer was. What a blessing that there are people out there like them. His life and mine would be so different without there generosity and care. Whenver I forget how to laugh, I just need to sit down and spend time with him. We have a good start and will be able to share our joy in this big and beautiful world together on many hikes and outings in the future.

My beautiful boy, 11.5 weeks old

Schmoozer the Wonder Puppy

2007-09-19T20:44:00.000-07:00

I miss Coal. I didn't think I'd be able to bring another dog into my house any time soon. Coal can never be replaced. The house felt empty but beyond missing Coal and the emptiness of the house I miss dogs. Dogs are a pleasure. They bring out the best in me. They help me connect with the world.

I think dogs are the most amazing creatures; they give unconditional love. For me they are the role model for being alive. ~Gilda Radner

So, I began to look for a new companion to bring home. I admire people who bring adult dogs home. However, I decided to get a puppy for 2 reasons. With the death of both Grumbles and Coal this year and Fancy getting older I wanted someone young and healthy (hopefully). I also have a great opportunity to bring my dog to work. A puppy can learn and adjust to the work environment and will be accepted more easily. I discovered a website petfinder.com which lists puppies and dogs from rescues and shelters. I found a great place - Lil Waif Puppy Rescue. I went out to look at some puppies and that's where I found Schmoozer. Actually I should say he found me, because he charged up to me as soon as I entered.

Schmoozer's first day home.

He discovered Coal's old toy box almost immediately!

I thought his name was going to be Simcha, which roughly means "a joyous occasion". Indeed, bringing him home was a joyous occasion but his name quickly became Schmoozer. He likes to talk and socialize. He's amazingly smart and I'm delighted to have him in my life. He is now 10 weeks old and he's lived with me for a week. He has already learned sit and is pretty good at laying down. He hasn't had a potty accident in 3 days! He fetches. He walks on leash. I've had this week off work and I am giving him many opportunities to safely explore the world. Today he spent time with two very friendly (and slightly overwhelmed cats) and an old dog.

I have to admit, as my friends and family meet the Schmooze and say how wonderful he is, I want to say "don't forget about Coal". But I am finding one of the best ways I know of keeping Coal's memory alive. I am taking all I learned from him, including a deep and undeniable love, and passing it on to my little Schmoozer.

Schmoozer at home

He has all these toys to play with but he decides the pet food bowls are great fun... including the one full of water. He can carry it around and toss it in the air. We now have the water in a larger no tip bowl.

Schmoozer discovers grass

He did a lot of rolling in the grass

Schmoozer discovers the river

He was determined to drag this large branch out of the water I'm sure it weighed more then he does. He also discovered he river gets deep for a little guy!

I'm not sure which was more fun - sticking his nose in the water or digging in the sand

He's thinking "will you quit taking pictures and play with me!"

As always you can click on a picture to view it in a larger format.

The Greatest Dog in the World

2007-09-09T20:55:00.000-07:00

It's funny, I can normally find words to write with, but I have found myself at a loss. My gentle, goofy, loving companion passed away a few weeks ago. If you you read through Simple Gift you'll find him mentioned frequently. Coal shared my adventures. He shared my sorrows and my joys. We were together for somewhat over 14 years. I've lost something and no matter how hard I try to write, words won't capture what I had. We hiked together his last day. He had a great out and was quite happy. He died suddenly that night.

Coal and Fancy cat. They slept together nearly every night. This picture was taken 3 weeks before he died. Taken 8/11/07

When I was young I read stories about dogs and dreamed of having my own dog. I imagined some brave, intelligent dog protecting me from danger and doing amazing tricks. Having a dog was one of my Big Dreams. Coal certainly wasn't brave and he wasn't as obedient as I expected. He wasn't my sidekick. He was so much more. He was his own being with his own personality. Having Coal was different then my childhood dream but it was every bit as wonderful as I thought it would be.

Taken back when I lived in Steilacoom, sometime around 1999 maybe. Coal refused to come inside, he was so happy for the snow

Coal had such a gentle nature. Except when it came to bees, then he went nuts. My sweet gentle dog would trample anything to get a bee. He caught a rabbit once. It was a very young, stupid rabbit and it literally ran under Coal's feet. His instinct took over and he pounced. There was the rabbit under his big paws. Coal looked back at me, with this horrified look on his face and then very gently he lifted his paws up. The rabbit scurried off and when it was deeply under the brush, impossible to catch, Coal gave chase. Another time, there was a young boy who was clearly scared of Coal. Coal never looked at him but slowly moved sideways getting closer. I couldn't believe he was doing it. But then the boy started asking questions and I realized what Coal had already figured out. Even though the boy was scared he wanted to make friends. So bit by bit Coal moved closer, taking this careful sideways steps until he was leaning against the boy's leg. Then the boy was petting Coal and Coal was licking the boy.

I have so many more memories I could write; how he was afraid of bubbles, him crossing the river to join my friends, their dogs and I (the river was very shallow but Coal thought he'd crossed a major obstacle and was so proud of himself), how he loved the snow and the beach. If you shared time with Coal, you know what a wonderful dog he was. If you didn't know Coal, then no matter how many memories I share, it won't feel like enough to me.

I looked through Simple Gifts and some other photos. I posted some below.

Whenever I put down a blanket to lay in the sun, Coal was delighted. I think he thought the blanket was for him and he was happy for the opportunity to lay down beside me 5/31/07

Coal tuckered after a hike on a very hot day 6/13/2005

Coal at my favorite place, Franklin Falls 9/20/06

Coal looking off Rattlesnake Ledge 9/10/05. He loved surveying the world from the summit

Coal in the water the water. Coal wouldn't swim but he loved to wade and lay in the water- taken June 2005

Coal along the Pacific Crest Trail 11/5/05. He loved the snow.

This is how I think of Coal now, up ahead waiting for me.

Summer and the Journey

2007-09-09T19:51:00.000-07:00

I really intended to make several more entries about my trip to the Redwoods here. Summer arrived and I kept finding other things to do. I had a really nice hike, to Mirror Lake, that I wanted to write about. However, I wanted to finish the Redwood entries first, I sat down and went through some more of the photos, thought about what I would write and then I started working in my yard... and so the summer progressed and Simple Gifts has sat fallow.

I've been out experiencing, touching, exploring, listening and simply being immersed in the world I love. Perhaps at some point I'll come back and spend more time here at the keyboard, I really don't know. I didn't hike as much as I wanted to either, but I've had many good experiences. I am learning that there are may paths to follow. Robert Frost talks about the choice between two paths. Indeed, taking the path less traveled by is important, but it is only part of a journey that is twisting and uncertain. Sometimes we are confided by a place where there seem to by a myriad of paths to choose from. The amazing thing is, we get to chose over and over which path we will take and how we will travel. For now I muddling through, finding my way and looking forward more then back

But I carry the memories of my journeys with me and ere are some photo highlights from the summer...

Redwoods Camping Trip

A really big cricket
With all the big trees and animals and beautiful scenery, we could still get excited about a bug.

I love how light moves through the forest. This was so striking in the Redwoods.

We spent a lot of time at the river. We saw a deer swim across, sometimes the secret to seeing things is to stop searching and stay still.

The river was a great place for toad catching. Tasha was an expert. I felt a bit sorry for the toads.

One of the toads, hiding from Tasha Toad Hunter

More from Redwoods Camping Trip- Crescent City Beach

Watching the ocean is beautiful, but there was so much other beauty to be found.

This jellyfish was huge!

A close up of the jellyfish

Tasha, Nae and Abby the dog headed down this rock jetty. Coal wasn't up for the walk across the rocks so we stayed behind and watched.

Coal didn't mind waiting. The rocks were rough on his legs but he found plenty to explore.

Mirror Lake

It's called mirror lake for swimming. It was very deep and clear.

Snoqualmie Valley

My favorite time of day is dusk. It whispers to me of secrets and magic.

Trees of Mystery

2007-06-28T15:21:00.000-07:00

I have to admit that I was skeptical. After settling into camp we'd decided to load into the truck (3 adults, Tasha and the 2 dogs) and explore. We drove along the coast and ended up at a tourist place called "Trees of Mystery". The name and reference to "Ripley's Believe It Or Not" made me imagine cheesy activities with lots of bright colors and noise. They advertised that dogs were welcome everywhere and they had a sky ride so we decided to go. When we arrived there was a giant "talking" Paul Bunyan, that certainly met my first expectations.

Once we moved inside the grounds I was pleased and amazed. Growing up in the Pacific Northwest and living on the edge of the wilderness I'm used to big trees. I'm embarrassed to admit that when I first arrived at the redwoods I was unimpressed. Yep, the trees were big but I've seen mighty big trees before. Slowly it began overtake me. I've seen wide diameter trees, but not like this. The trees reach up and up and up. The space between the trees and the sunlight filtering down creates a feeling you don't get in the wet, Western Washington forests; not even in the old growth. Walking around the Trees of Mystery made me see more. There were "Cathedral Trees", where trees grow in a semi-circle from the stump of a fallen tree and "Candelabra trees, where many trunks grow off a horizontal trunk. It was more then just the trees though. Everything seemed bigger. Evergreen huckleberries that were taller then me and seemed to grow more like vine maples. I kept going on and on about the trillium. None of it was flowering, that's not what held my attention. The plants were easily twice as big as any I'd ever seen before.

I thought the name of the place was rather gimmicky at first. Without a doubt there was a tourist side to the park, but there was also a sense of awe and respect for the natural world. I am glad we went there at the beginning of our stay, because it did wake me to the mysteries of the redwood forest. What moved me the most wasn't the size of the trees and plants. It was the tenacity of life the redwoods have. Later in our camping trip, Tasha and I were looking at a snag and she asked me if it was dead. I told her, that if I was anywhere else I'd say "yes", but here I just didn't know. Sure enough, just near our campsite I found a snag, that sprouted a new trunk. Certainly, I saw many healthy, tall and straight redwoods. It is the memory of the gnarled and broken redwoods that continue to reach for the sky that I carry in my heart. People read self-help books and go to motivational speakers, but all I need to do is close my eyes and remember the redwoods.

Renae, Tasha, Chris and Abby the dog

I went to the Redwoods!

2007-06-27T21:42:00.000-07:00

I recently got back from a camping trip at Jedidiah Smith Redwoods State Park. It was great fun. I hope to have many pictures to post and stories to tell. I decided to drive part of Highway 101 on the way down. I got onto 101 in Florence, which is about midpoint in Oregon and followed it down. The ocean against the rocks was as beautiful and powerful as always.

When it started getting dark I went looking for a place to camp. I passed several places and ended up in a Forest Service campground. I can't even remember the name of it. There didn't seem to be anyone there, and I camped right next to a small pond. Since I was just looking for a place to sleep I wasn't to worried about the mosquitoes. It was a beautiful place but the experience felt somewhat eerie to me. I guess I've trusted Coal, the big cowardly mutt, more then I realized. I'm not sure he'd be any good at defense but he'd certainly warn me of any danger approaching. Now, my hearing is much better then his. Even though I could hear cars occaisionally on 101 there was a feeling of being alone in the unknown wilderness. I drifted off to sleep to the sound of frogs and woke twice when they suddenly fell silent. I wasn't really afraid but I couldn't help but wonder what was happening out there in the night.

Raccoons, flowers and other yard news

2007-06-02T21:18:00.000-07:00

On Tuesday night, at dusk, I stuck Coal on the leash and headed down the driveway. Coal had been in the yard but apparently he hadn't noticed the raccoons. I'm not sure which of us was more surprised, but the raccoons headed up trees. My neighbor told me he'd just chased a family of raccoons out of his yard. I held the leash firmly and then dashed back in and got the camera. It was fun, until about 3 am. Then Coal kept waking me up. My timid and old and deaf dog knew the raccoons were out there and he really wanted to join the fun. I wanted to sleep. Coal is an amazing mutt. Back when I lived in Steilacoom, there was a time when he was regularly waking me up at about 2:30 am. Finally I realized something strange was going on. I didn't appreciate being woken but I was also curious. So I decided I'd let Coal out one last time so I could figure it out. He dashed to the fence and I watched in the porch light as he and a raccoon sniffed each other through the fence. There was no aggression on either side. They just seemed curious and relaxed! While Coal may have been lucky in his raccoon relationship once, I am not giving it a second chance. The next day, while sharing about my raccoons and lack of sleep, I was told there was a black bear about 2 blocks away last week. Certainly I'm being reminded that I live on the edge of wilderness.

I enjoyed seeing the raccoons. However, I've been a bit disappointed about the bumble bees. Activity has died down and now it seems there aren't any bees left in the nest. It's a bit hard for me to know for sure, since going up and poking the nest seems like a bad idea. I have been watching closely the past few days though. I hope this is some natural cycle and they didn't all die off.

My yard is certainly full of bees, life and flowers. It was taken over last year by "stinky bob". The actual name of the weed is Herb Robert, I guess I'm a local now since I just think of it as Bob. It has a strong odor if stepped on or weeded. This year I've been in a battle with Bob. This year other plants have had a chance to grow and I have a bunch of oxalis (also called sorrel). I think they are oxalis. I'm a bit confused. They have leaves just like oxalis, but they are tall and I'm not sure what species they are. Anyway, the battle against Bob is being won and my yard is filled with beautiful, white flowers. They seem to thrive in the shade (thus, I haven't got any good pictures) but I am thoroughly enjoying them.

Oxalis, or whatever it is, growing in my yard

The last bit of happy news isn't about my yard but I had to share. I got a new camera! It's a Canon Powershot and I'm still learning how to use it. Since I've had the last few days off I've had some good times wandering around taking pictures. Here's a few from my yard and a few from my walks with Coal. Enjoy.

My first picture
I have lots of ferns in my yard

My yard is mostly shaded, but I get some sunset light

It's been hot, Coal need to cool off
This guy was at the start of my walk yesterday
With my new camera I could zoom in a bit

I love the way light dances on the water

Mountain Light - A poem

2007-05-26T21:50:00.000-07:00

The sun slaps,
Morning bright,
Against the side
Of the mountain.
Where green trees
Normally drape,
Heavy and dull,
Across rounded shoulders,
Champagne colored veils
Shimmer and entice.
Flashing her sinuous flanks,
The mountain stretches.
The sun dances away,
Taking away glory
As morning moves to day.

Well, some people have been encouraging to do more writing and share my writing more. So I've decided to post some of my poetry here too.

San Diege Zoo Birds

2007-05-18T11:15:00.001-07:00

I really enjoyed watching the birds at the zoo. I didn't get pictures of them all. I was especially impressed by the vulture and secretariat bird, but those weren't good photo opportunities. This is my final zoo post. I've run out of things to say so enjoy the pictures...

The herons were not in any exhibits. They were flying free. This heron was on the edge of exhibit. Most of the herons I saw were over at the flamingo exhibit. Apparently they were feeding on the baby ducks in the exhibit. (I know the last pictures isn't very good, but it does show that the heron was actually catching food)

The peacocks were running loose throughout the zoo.
This guy created quite a traffic jam.

Chris (not me, Renae's husband) didn't understand why we were watching baby ducks. Tasha was especially enjoying them. So what if we were at a zoo, they were cute.

Scarlet Ibis

Ok, what the heck was this guy doing?
He spent several minutes, just sitting on one foot with his head dangling. He'd move his head slowly around his feet. It was very odd. If I let my head dangle that long, the blood would be pounding!

I took a lot of pictures of the flamingos

Bumble Bee Intermission

2007-05-18T10:40:00.000-07:00

A week or so ago I was out thumping around on my porch. It was night, so it was dark, and I found the deep buzzing that followed one of my thumps disturbing. I guess a bee buzz is fairly distinct because my brain instantly identified the sound "BEES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!". I like all sorts if 'creepy' critters. Snakes, slugs, worms, spiders, mice, rats, etc are all just fun and interesting to me. Bees, well, they may be interesting but I'm moderately allergic. With all the time I spend outdoors, I can expect to get stung. I understand that, but that's not how it works with me. If it were somewhat predictable I probably wouldn't feel so nervous around bees, but I get stung at the strangest times- driving down the road, taking the books out of my locker in school and sitting by the fireplace.

I was rather alarmed by the buzzing. It took me about a week to locate the source of the buzzing. Partly because I was reluctant to get close and I was working a lot so it was usually dark when I was on the porch. It was odd, because I thought they'd bee easy to see. I've seen plenty of hives and there are is always a lot of activity. This wasn't happening. Also, it seemed like the buzzing was coming from an old birds nest. I quickly determined that what was living on my porch was not a wasp/hornet and I was in quite the dilemma. Bees are good and disappearing. I didn't want to have to harm them. The nest was right above Coal's dog bed too. Sure, I can move Coal's bed but that doesn't mean Coal is going to stay out of that area. He has to be able to go into the fenced in yard.

They were rather annoyed with the picture taking
I considered retreating but all they did is buzz
This is the most bees I've seen at one time (click on photo to enlarge)

Finally, I was positive of my identification. They are bumble bees! I am still nervous, but I have also found them fun and I'm very curious. I have climbed onto the porch railing so I can peer closely into the nest. They really seem quite docile. I've done quite a bit of research online, but the information is somewhat contradictory and lacking. The information that does seem to be consistent is that bumble bees nest in odd places like birds nests, they don't produce much honey (just enough for the hive), they are less aggressive then honey bees, they don't lose their stinger after stinging and their colonies are small compared to honey bees (a few hundred bees at the very most). There are over 200 species of bumble bees! The buzzing sound doesn't come from their wings, it comes from vibrating their thorax.

The bee 'nest'

I am going to try to live with the bees. There don't seem to be many bees in the colony at all. I suppose the number will grow as summer progress. Coal, my gentle mutt who is even scared of bubbles, gets a little crazed and obsessive when it comes to bees. So far, I've only seen one altercation between him and the bumble bee, and no one seemed to be harmed. Since he's old, slow and mostly deaf I think maybe Coal can live with the bees too. I imagine I'll keep updating on the status of 'my' bumble bees.

The nest is above the wind sock
I stand on the porch railing to view the bees
Coal slept through the picture taking and bee annoyance

San Diego Zoo Favorites

2007-05-11T21:19:00.000-07:00

Here are some of the favorites from the zoo trip. As always, you can click on any image to enlarge. I wish I'd gotten some pictures of the tortoises, they'd be in my favorite list too...

Bonobo

Bononos were once called pygmy chimps, but they are not chimpanzees. They are less aggressive then chimps
Bonobos are the primate most closely related to humans
Adult females "take charge" in bonobo society
Babiess stay with their mother for several years
San Diego Zoo was the first zoo to have a successful bonobo birth

She's sitting with a baby, if you look closely (you may need to enlarge) you can see the little one's hand and a bit of the head.
Yep, I think that's poop she's messing with

Of course I had to take lots of photos of the baby.
Adults were never far from the little guy

Source- San Diego Zoo

Orangutan

Orangutans tend to be solitary
They have been described as "relaxed problem solvers". Instead of lots of trial and effort activity they seem to day dream and then solve the problem.
Their arms are longer then their bodies, over 7ft from finger tip to finger tip.
At the San zoo they are offered cabbage, romaine lettuce, kale, carrots, yams, broccoli, bananas, apples, oranges, and grapes. They get treats of papaya, corn, turnip, onion, popcorn, raisins, peanut butter, and walnuts.

A lot of people were captivated by the baby bonobo, but I spent a lot of time watching this big guy. It seemed like maybe the other one came over to give him comfort. Anthropomorphism? Maybe, but we keep discovering the obvious, how very like our primate relatives we are.

Giraffes (one of my favorite animals currently)

Giraffes make noise. They can even moo!
A giraffe's feet are the size of a dinner plate—12 inches across (30.5 centimeters).
A giraffe's tongue is 18 to 20 inches (46 to 50 centimeters) long and blue-black.
Giraffes have the longest tail of any mammal
The giraffes at the San Diego Zoo enjoy raw onions as a treat!
We fed the Giraffes briskets and that was nifty!

Source: San Diego Zoo

The 'little' guy in the first 2 pictures is a baby

This is the Giraffe I fed.
There heads are huge!

The pole to the right of the giraffe marks height in feet

Meerkats

They can survive without drinking water, getting moisture from their food.
They can eat venomous snakes
One of the San Diego Zoo's meerkats was the animator's model for the portrayal of Timon in Disney's film The Lion King.
Meerkats have a close knit family with individuals taking turns filling different roles like sentry, hunter and baby sitter
Their underground tunnels may have up to 20 different entrances.

Sources: Bush Gardens, San Diego Zoo

Polar Bear (Renae's favorite)

A polar cub is about the size of a rat when it's born.
Polar bears have an excellent sense of smell.
The skin under the white fur is black.
Their outer fur (guard hair) is made of clear, hollow tubes filled with air.
A bear's stomach can hold up to 150 lbs of food.

Sources: Enchanted Learning, San Diego Zoo

Guanaco

Guanaco are like llamas, but live wild in South America
They have thick skin in their necks, to protect them during fights or "necking".
They can run 35 mph
They are related to camels

Sources- Wikipedia

San Diego Zoo

2007-05-11T19:54:00.000-07:00

When I was a little girl I thought zoos were "bad". I wanted all animals to be free and happy. I was a geeky kid, I got more excited about National Geographic episodes on Sundays then Disney. I watched a lot of nature shows and my simplistic view began to change. I understood that animals had to be protected. I wanted to be a wild animal vet. I was so excited about Joan Embry that sometimes my parents would let me stay up late and watch her on Johny Carson. I had books about the San Diego Zoo and would dream about being a vet there and saving animal species from instinction. My life took a different path but I finally got to the San Diego Zoo. (I went with my friends of course, in the picture are Renae and Chris trying to break free from the killer flamingo)

It was both disappointing and wonderful. Spring is a great time to go to the zoo and I saw many animal babies. The zoo has a wonderful diversity of animal and I saw species that were new to me. The zoo that was new and cutting edge when I was a child is now outdated in many ways. There are old style cage enclosures and a lack of good graphical information. However, like many zoos they are working diligently at upgrading exhibits. I am neither idealistic or uncaring. I still caring that wish that all animals could roam free, but as the world's habitats diminish zoos are a necessity for protecting species. While zoos continue to exist I will go and marvel at the diversity of life.

Baby Cougar

Brown Bear (They'd just fed it)

Brown Bear (Look at the claws!)

Klipsrpinger Antelope

Koala

I am going to make a separate post for birds and for favorites to keep things manageable.

Spring Break Trip

2007-05-05T18:16:00.000-07:00

Over spring break I went down to California and spent time with friends. We spent some time with Renae's grandma then headed to San Diego. After that we spent several days at Knotts Berry Farm. I like roller coasters :) It wasn't at all my typical vacation but it was great fun. Between a crazy work schedule and the energetic holiday I haven't had much energy for posting or formatting photos. I am not going to say much about my trip. It was thoroughly enjoyable, but I'll let the pictures speak for me.

A friend looked at my vacation pictures and commented I didn't take many of the people I spent my time with. I took pictures at the beach and at the zoo, mostly of animals. (Here's a few of the beach and the next entry will cover the zoo). I've never really liked posed photos of people. They aren't "real" to me. I'm not much good at getting people in action. For on thing, if they see you trying to take a picture they pose. For another thing, I'm usually involved in the moment too. What matters to me when it comes to people is the shared experiences. I don't think photos can capture that but my memories hold it close. I wonder then, what that says about all the pictures I've taken of animals and nature? Perhaps I know. I still carry inside the child that was filled with awe at the varied and unique world outside the human landscape.

Tasha, Renae and Chris (I do take pictures of people sometimes)

Spring Flood at Twin Falls

2007-03-31T19:59:00.000-07:00

Sometimes life is surprisng and wonderful. I pulled into the Twin Falls parking lot hoping for no crowds. There were people standing by the cars and I was pondering leaving for a more secluded place when I realized I knew them! In fact, one of them is a friend I've been missing since she's been busy exploring the joys of motherhood. So Coal and I got out of the car and wandered over. It was fairly late Sunday afternoon and I figured they were just finishing up. Nope, they were just beginning and asked me to join them. Coal had been especially arthritic that morning and I did not expect him to keep up. That was my second pleasant surpise, my old mutt did just fine. We ambled along enjoying the beauty and the company. There was lovely Spring growth all around including trillium (I just love trillium).

Things just got better though, when we reached the Falls. I knew the Snoqualmie River had been at flood stage and had only crested earlier that day but I did not exepct just how stupendous the Falls would be. We walked down to the lower platform (except for Coal who didn't want to deal with the stairs) and it was incredible. The mist was creating a magical setting and the Falls were huge. It was hard to get any pictures because of the mist.

As I drove away the sun was creating some amazing lighting. I stopped to take a few pictures and then stopped again a few moments later to watch the herd of elk. It's not at all what I planned or expected but it was a mighty fine outing.

Grumbles the cat

2007-03-13T18:49:00.000-07:00

Grum in one of her favorite poses
8/4/2005

For many years I worked at the Tacoma Nature Center at Snake Lake. Like many urban nature areas, it had a problem with feral cats. We kept trying to eliminate the cats, because of damage they do to native animal populations. I never wanted to hurt the cats which meant over the years I found many cats (and other abandoned pets) homes. Ten years ago, I was out in the park in late Fall when I discovered a group of kittens by the trail. I couldn't believe they weren't hidden away somewhere. They were too young to run away or protect themselves, so I picked up 5 kitties and headed back to the Nature Center. Two of the kitties immediately found homes. The other three went home with me.

Grum delighted with Coal's new dog bed
She rolled around on it and rubbed all over it.
It was days before Coal got to use it.
12/10/2006

They were only about 6 weeks old. I felt guilty for taking them so young, but their chances of survival otherwise seemed slim. Less then two months later there was a severe ice storm and then a flood in the park. I was glad then, that I'd carried those tiny bundles away. They were helpless but very wild. Fancy-cat was less then thrilled with the new visitors. I kept them safely locked in the spare room and she would growl and hiss at the door. I found a home for another kitten and the two remaining kitties gained names. The black kitty had realized that people meant food and cuddles and it purred happily and became Rumbles. The other kitty, still helpless, decided it needed to try to be fierce and it growled constantly. She became Grumbles. Grumbles was a bit confused because she'd growl "fiercely" and give me head butts at the same time. It seemed no one wants a growly kitten. Rumbles found a home and I was left with Grumbles. I thought that was just fine. Fancy objected strenuously. I don't know if it was Grum's fierce act or the fact that she was under a pound, but aggressive Fancy grudgingly tolerated my new baby.

Grum and Fancy don't usually get this close,
but they are in a catnip induced stupor.
12/25/06

It's hard to believe when I first got Grum she could fit in the palm of my hand. She grew to be a big, lazy and easy cat. She didn't want much. She wasn't into people food and didn't care about going outside. Sometimes she'd seem to stare longingly at one or the other but usually when I offered her a treat or the yard she'd look at me with surprise. She liked to sleep with me. She liked to hid under blankets, furniture and occasionally the rug. She was convinced that when she got under the covers she was invisible. It always made me laugh when I'd see the big lump there. She got bullied by Fancy. Most of the time she's just move out of the way or roll over. Every once in a while she'd get grumbly and remind Fancy that she was the bigger cat. She liked to play by lying on her side batting at things. None of this crazy, running around stuff for her. She quite enjoyed catching cat toys I would toss at her. She would lay on her back, with her big, fuzzy tummy sticking up and use her paws to pull the toys onto her stomach. She also had a favorite toy that she cuddled with. As much as she loved to sleep or sit on me, she'd get restless when being petted. In the morning, when the alarm would go off I would hit snooze and start petting her. After a while her tail would be twitching madly and then she'd start biting my hand. The play bites would get harder and harder until I'd finally get annoyed and get up out of bed.

Sometimes I felt guilty about Grum-bum. She was my "easy pet". Coal always want walks, pets, play and reassurance. He's my companion and shares my outdoor adventures. Fancy-cat demands cuddle time too. She is also my trouble maker. She is amazingly intelligent and stubborn. She drives me nuts and I admire her greatly. Grum was usually off someplace sleeping. In January, Grum got sick and I learned she had kidney disease. There is no cure. Sometimes a cat can live a long time with proper care, but the vet said that disease was advanced in Grum and that "she probably had months". The battle had begun. I gave her subcutaneous fluids and tried to keep her eating. She nibbles at her soft cat food warmed in the microwave. Fancy got fatter but Grum lost a pound in 3 1/2 weeks. She still gave me head butts and asked for tummy rubs. It was an incredibly hard time and I am so grateful. We shared so much together. She got the attention, I had worried she lacked. I discovered my relationship with Grumbles was never lacking, just different.

Grum in the "kitty hospice room"
Grum always liked the bathroom.
1/28/07

She had a few days recently I called "remission". I knew it wasn't really a remission but she ate hungrily and acted like her usual lazy, sweet self. Those three days were wonderful. They also hurt because I couldn't help but hope and wish. It didn't last of course. Last week, each day seemed a little harder. The good moments became rare. It is such a hard decision to make, but Saturday I took Grumbles to the vet and ended her struggles. I miss her most at night when I try to sleep. I miss her warmth beside me. It's amazing how much space a cat can fill in your life. Grum taught me that love can be easy and undemanding.

Grum Sept 1999 - March 10, 2007

Snowy Franklin Falls Area

2007-01-28T19:00:00.000-08:00

Well, I didn't actuall go to the falls. I parked and hiked into the trail head. Along the way I found a cool snow shelter and climbed in. Coal found doggy friends. Then we headed up the trail. Coal got tired so I got the bright idea to cut across to another trail or road. Coal was less then thrilled with the scramble. There was even more snow then I went to this area last winter (well, spring). I was enthralled with the way the snow and ice looked on the river. It was a good outing

Snow Day at Rattlesnake Lake

2007-01-16T21:17:00.000-08:00

I love the snow...

Rattlesnake Mountain in the winter

2006-12-30T21:00:00.000-08:00

I hiked part of the Rattlesnake Mountain trail today. I started from the Snoqualmie Point. It was a bit icy but beautiful. I don't have much to say, but I wanted to share the beauty...

Windstorm

2006-12-26T08:18:00.000-08:00

I've been telling myself I'd write about the big windstorm. It's one of the worst storms to hit this area in a very long time. They are now saying it's worse then the inauguration day storm. My power was out for 6 days. I still feel lucky, I have a woodstove and camping gear so I could have some warmth and cook. Friends let me use their showers. Neither my car nor home was damaged.

I feel hesitant to write about the experience. I was in bed during the storm. I actually slept some too. My small house is surrounded by trees. I pondered where was safest to sleep and decided that I wasn't going to sleep in the tiny hallway or bathroom, so I climbed into bed and hoped for the best. For me the story is more about having no power and I was well equipped for that. I guess that's why I feel I need to be careful with my words. I think of the people who died from the storm. Others have bigger or sadder or harder stories.

I also try hard to find the "simple gift" in what I write here. I could share my awe of the power of wind. It's a good reminder that we humans are not so powerful as we think. That's not what stays with me this time. The first night of the blackout was also the first night of Chanukkah. I came to much greater appreciation of the idea of "festival of lights". Lighting candles is such a huge part of Judaism and in the dark nights that followed the storm the warm lights of the menorah became more then tradition. I spent nights bumbled around carrying flashlights and I realized just how wonderful electric lights are. I needed a flashlight to go to the store (and that was during the day), to the bathroom, to cook, etc. Each night though, I lit the menorah and sat and watched the warm, lively glow. Each night as candles were added the light got brighter. There was comfort in that. The novelty of the blackout had long warn off but the nights were getting brighter.

Just a few blocks from my house
Taken 2 days after the storm

In town

Taken 2 days after the storm

Local Roads - Roads were blocked for many days

Taken with my camera phone
The trees are hanging on power lines and I watched cars driving through

The road I normally drive to work
It took 5 days for them to clear it

Memories
Dark and cold
The sound and smell of generators
No phones (not even cell)
Shopping in the dark
Long lines and limited supplies
Cold water
How wonderful a warm shower felt
The menorah lighting my house
Quiet house
Generosity

The storm needs a name

PCT Snow Shoe (also known as Nature's Tinsel Trail)

2006-12-13T20:13:00.000-08:00

Eliza, Coal and I went snow shoeing along the Pacific Crest Trail last Saturday. We went to the same place we visited last year. (I'm linking to Eliza's entry because I can't seem to access mine) It was fun to be able to share memories and compare. Even though it's early Decemeber there is a lot of snow. Last year the snow was heavy and started falling of the trees like snow bombs. This year the snow was light and it shone. Eliza was very excited to discover we could see individual snow flakes.

We discovered that those snow flakes were clinging to spider web strands. It was so amazing to see the tinsel all around. I'd never seen anything like it.

Snow Tinsel

Of course we took lots of pictures. (Check out some of Eliza's photos) We spent a lot of time standing still; looking, listening and experiencing. We got to hear a raven singing. I wish I could desribe the sound, I've heard people describe it as bell-like.

Eliza

We didn't see any bears, honest! Coal had a grand time and was charging ahead (looking like a small bear). He was a great snow collector. I was determined to get a photo of him covered in a mantle of snow but everytime I tried he shook it all off.

Coal

Coal shaking off the snow

Things seemed frosted in white. It was such a strange mix of soft and hard. We were covered in snow flakes and the surface snow was so powdering you couldn't make snow balls, but underneath that was a hard, icy surface.

2006-11-20T21:34:00.000-08:00

It was more then a week ago I went to see how my favorite part of the Snoqualmie Trail; the Meadowbrook area survived the flood. I was foolish and passed by the closed sign, to take a closer look. The photos and words have stayed in my memory but I've been unwilling to set them down. Today, needing comfort, I headed to another favorite spot. As I automatically pointed my car in the direction of Twin Falls. I reminded myself that it must be closed. I went to the trail head anyway in the hopes that my assumption was wrong, but of course it wasn't. Twin Falls trail was eroding before the flood. Now a sign says "Trail Closed".

I feel slightly foolish. I feel as if good friends of mine are lying crippled and out of reach. Logic says that there are many trails around. Hopefully funds will be found and the trails will be repaired and re-opened. This is all a part of nature. All of that is true, but my heart isn't reacting to logic. The word that comes to mind is intimacy. Without a doubt it's a strange word in this context, but isn't that what I wrote about not so long ago? Writing about Meadowbrook I said "I know the wonder of the familiar". Isn't that intimacy? It seems sometimes we often believe that intimacy is something that should be hidden behind closed doors. How many of us, seeing someone deeply passionate about something have felt embarrassed? I wonder why we shy away from these emotions. I certainly do. So I've been trying to pretend a scientific interest in the floods. A slight annoyance at the inconvenience, when what I've felt like doing is weeping. But I also feel honored, because I have let these areas touch my heart. I can say with sincerity that I have an intimate relationship with the natural world. That I feel passionate about the area I live. I shouldn't feel foolish for those emotions, only for trying to deny my fortunes.

This log washed onto the trail.

The force of the water must have been amazing.
Coal is a fairly large dog, he gives the log scale

Along much of the trail, the grass laid flat showing how the water flowed

OK, I shouldn't have been walking on the trail. It was badly eroded.
There were several big holes.
If you peered inside, you could see framework of the raised railroad bed

All along the trail, debris was piled up.

In this area it blackberry brambles got caught on an old log

Near the trestle you could see the bank slumping into the river

I'm not sure what this is seeping into the river.
It wasn't near any buildings.

I always loved this Snag. I took many pictures of it.
It was sad to see it crumbled.

This is a trail through the Marshy area.
It was covered in mud (which I ended up rolling in), debris and water

It was hard to tell where the trail was

The elk heard was active as I left the trail.
There were over a 100 elk at first,
but then some silly person (not me) wanted to get close.
It was a good reminder of the beauty and resiliancy of nature

Flood

2006-11-09T20:43:00.000-08:00

We got over 12 inches (30 cm) of rain in 6 days in the Snoqualmie Valley (November 2 - 7). The higher you went into the mountains the greater the rainfall. It was the first time I've worried about my home flooding. According to the experts it's not in the flood plain but I live about 500ft (200 m) away. About a mile down river from my house people were evacuated as the river went over the levy. For a short while people in my neighborhood were stranded, because the only road in flooded. It was amazing, how quickly they got culverts cleared and the road opened. Voting on Tuesday was unique. There were *lots* of people there in spite of the condition. More people then normal because other polling places have been flooded out. And there were signs on the wall telling where they needed people to help sandbag. So many people, throughout the region were impacted

The rain has slowed down and I finally got out to take pictures. I wish I could have gotten out earlier but it was too dark and stormy or I was dealing with the consequences of the flooding. One of the things that really struck me was all the mud. All those poor people dealing with mud, mud and more mud. People are amazing. Most businesses were re-opening. The other thing that caught me was the beauty in the midst of the damage.

Local business, open and digging out.
Many parking lots were closed.
(Did I mention mud?)

The middle school

Elk head to high ground
(Near the middle school)

Roads

The river was so cloudy. Branches and entire trees were still floating down. Along the banks were broken trees and debris (including a large mirror)

I ran out of daylight, camera batteries and accessible road I was relieved to see the horses and llamas safe

(Don't forget you can click on a photo to see it larger)

Salmon Journey

2006-10-14T22:01:00.000-07:00

Today, my friend, Lindy, and I decided to take a salmon journey. After a good lunch we wandered through Renton looking for our first stop. We were not lost, simply exploring. Eventually we did end up at Riverview Park viewing site. We put on this silly glasses which are polarized to help you see the salmon. The river was mostly full of sockeye. They were full of life and you could see them splashing as they competed for spawning spots. Many of salmon will continue much further up the river. Most of the river bottom was dark but where the redds were the river was much lighter. I was amazed to realize there was a big Chinook right under me. Without the red color of the sockeye it blended in so well that neither Lindy or my camera could find it.

Lindy looking for Salmon

Polarized Glasses to help us see the salmon
Aren't I cool?

Fun fact -Spawning female salmon lay an average of 3,000 eggs in a season, in up to five nests. Salmon face many challenges to survival throughout their life cycle, including silt smothering the eggs, predators, pollution, harvest, oxygen-poor water, high water temperatures, and loss of habitat. Only one or two salmon (1/10 of 1%) from an egg nest make it back to their home streams to spawn. source

Look carefully, there are salmon.
The lighter area is the redd they have made.

Next we were off to Cavenaugh Pond. When we arrived they were passing out glasses again. There was an information both and naturalists. We then walked down a path that went along side the Cedar River. Mostly the bushes were too high to see the river, but we got peeks at both the Cedar and the salmon. When we reached the end of the trail the Department of Fish and Wildlife and set up a fish sorting operation. There were so many salmon! They were pulling out some sockeye and taking them up to the fish hatchery at Landsburg. On that day they'd seen a Chinook and also an early Coho. The fish biologist would stand in this cage and catch the large (and annoyed) salmon with a net. The ones they kept for the fish hatchery were placed in a black rubber bag and carried to a nearby truck. I guess we were really lucky to get to see this in action.

ha ha... I got a picture of Lindy with the glasses

We spent quite a bit of time at Cavanagh. The salmon weren't as lively as at a first stop. Many seemed to be building redds there and many seemed to just be resting. As we were standing there a female sockeye drifted down and died right in front of us. I hadn't really expected it to be quite as sad as it was. I felt sorry for the fish. I also found them more beautiful then I expected. It's amazing to think some of those salmon will continue for many more miles before spawning

The weir where the fish get stopped.
Look carefully, there's quite a few fish

The fish biologist climbing out of the sorting "cage"

The salmon truck, getting loaded with "boys" and "girls"

The light color is a fungus.

After that Lindy said we should stop by the Issaquah Salmon Hatchery. It made our journey go full circle since we began in Issaquah. It was very busy. Unlike the Cedar River most of the Salmon were Chinook with some Coho. Once again they were very lively and they kept trying to jump across the little damn. The gate to the fish ladder was closed and occasionally one of the salmon would bang hard against the gate. Lindy says she's seen a lot more fish there but I was still impressed. All in all it was a fun day.

There were a lot of salmon (click on photo to see better)

It was mostly Chinook salmon at Issaquah but I did see a few Coho

Fun Fact - Spawning female salmon lay an average of 3,000 eggs in a season, in up to five nests. Salmon face many challenges to survival throughout their life cycle, including silt smothering the eggs, predators, pollution, harvest, oxygen-poor water, high water temperatures, and loss of habitat. Only one or two salmon (1/10 of 1%) from an egg nest make it back to their home streams to spawn. source

I couldn't resist the shot through the window.
These fish are headed up the fish ladder

Isn't it amazing how they can jump!

A reason to return to Meadowbrook

2006-10-13T21:32:00.000-07:00

I went to Meadowbrook/Snoqualmie Valley Trail again. How many times have I been there? How many times have I blogged about it? I'm not really sure. It was a magical night. I remember a sermon my rabbi gave years ago. He talked about how people are always looking for something new. A new place to go; a new adventure to follow. How we will sometimes view a routine with disdain. He went on to talk about the depth of experience you can gain by knowing something deeply and intimately.

I think the reason that sermon struck me so strongly is because it speaks deeply to my life. I often feel guilt that I'm not being a "real hiker". I'm usually sticking close to home and going to familiar, easily accessible places. I tell myself I need to get motivated and get out there, and yet I know the wonder of the familiar.

As I drive down the road towards Meadowbrook I'm filled with anticipation. I start scanning the field looking for the elk. I know they are often there. These are "my" elk. When I get to the marsh I look and listen for the red-wing blackbirds. I know it's spring when I hear their song. When I take the little side trail towards the river, I look for the eagle. I will never forget that moment the eagle circled over my head. I may never see an eagle in that place again but that place is full of meaning for me. Familiarity gives you a chance for a rich relationship. Memories create connections that reminds us of who we are and what's important.

Tonight was one of those moments were the connections and beauty lift my spirit. The Fall colors and sunset were beautiful. Familiarity meant that I didn't have to rush ahead worrying there was something better that I might miss. I watched the sunset over the swamp. I listened to the dipper sing it's beautiful, liquid song by the river. As I turned around the mist was collecting in the field with Mt Si darkening behind. Then as the night and fog deepened I heard the elk bugling. It's an experience I wish everyone could have and the only word I find is "Magic".

I think I'm finding an acceptance for myself I didn't realize I needed. I've carried these expectations, some imposed by others and some imposed by myself. The idea that I need to be a "real" hiker and a "real" naturalist. I doubt I will hike any great distance on the Pacific Crest Trail or climb a mountain. I doubt I travel the world or even the country in a search for exotic animals. I don't need to load up my pack to experience the natural world. I may go months without taking a "real" hike. Yet, I'm connected to something magical each time I walk or pick up my camera. That sense of wonder and awe I carry with me is something I wish everyone could experience.

Franklin Falls in Autumn

2006-09-30T12:27:00.000-07:00

I haven't got much to say. I'm glad it's Autumn. The trails are quieter and the colors are stupendous. Fungus seem otherworldly and make me curious. Water is magical at any season. Coal and I sat alone at the Falls for quiet some time.

Enjoy the photos (don't forget you can click on them to see them big)...

I wish I could have gotten a better photo.
(I was virtually laying down)
The water drops on this were great

I have no idea what kind of fungus this is.
I think it's absolutely beautiful.
Someone tell me what it is!

Fallen log, I couldn't resist the sepia effect

Fall color

The best dog in the world

Yosemite

2006-09-30T12:22:00.000-07:00

When I was visiting my friends we went to Yosemite. I wish I could capture the scale of the place in words or photos. It's simply amazing. I've never found it intimidating to feel small in nature. I suppose it's a sort of faith for me. Being tiny means that there is much more to life then what I can see and control. Perhaps that should terrify me, but it's also filled me with a belief of the power of life. The fact that no matter what we humans do or don't do there are things stronger then us.

We went to see the waterfalls. Yosemite Falls (the largest waterfall in North America) was basically dry but it still amazed me. We hiked up to Vernal Falls, because of injuries we couldn't get any further but that was a gift. We spent along time just sitting beside the river. I think sitting still and absorbing the surrounding is one of the greatest experiences you can have in nature. We saw huge ravens, fish, baby squirrels and watched the magic of water.

Umatilla Squirrel show off some camouflage

It's a baby!

Vernal Falls

The Magic of Water

Transitions

2006-09-29T21:08:00.000-07:00

It's been a while since I updated. I've been to California and back. I moved from the lush forest to arid land in a matter of few hours. The change is so dramatic. I've also watch the season begun to change. I love Autumn. So much change happening so quickly, it still seems like magic to me. Just a single leaf goes through an amazing transformation.

LEAVES

LICHEN

CALIFORNIA

Mt Rainier from the plane

The agriculture of Central California was interesting to me

There were such beautiful flowers
The light was fantastic, they seemed to glow from within

There was extensive spider webs in the lanscaping and
the irragation made them magical

Mushrooms

2006-09-29T20:08:00.000-07:00

I really need to learn my mushrooms. I just don't know much about them. I tossed some wood in my carport. One day as I got out of my car I realized there was the most amazing fungus growing. I have no idea what they were. They've now disolved into a pile of black goo, but while they were there I found them enchanting.

They grew up under the wood.
Did the spores come in with the wood?

The mushrooms seemed to be forcing themselves between pieces of wood

The cap of the mushroom

The gills

I'm keeping this one a secret

2006-08-18T22:40:00.000-07:00

I had a glorious outing. It was a marvelous lake and I'm not going to say the name because I don't want a bunch of people going there. :P

The forest service road was a bit rough on my dinky car but their were some outstanding views. The hike is short and passes through forests in various stages. A river flows near by and at places blue berry bushes line the trail. Right before we got to the lake the forest feels like old growth and the river was shining with light and draped with moss. Peering down the river you can see the start of the lake. Just after that Coal and I passed a camp with a couple of nice guys. They were the only people I saw on our outing.

A cool stream under the root

Coal and I found a secluded place. We startled up dozens of butterflies that had been on the damp mud near the shore. We sat by the lake for quite a while. I heard a dipper singing quite loudly but I never saw it. The sky filled with chatter and I looked up and watched a flock of busy swifts flying over head. I watched the occasional dragonfly buzz past (they move to fast for photos!) and fish jump. Coal decided that since I was interested in the butterflies he should be interested too, which made photography difficult. I thought about swimming but it was cold and as I stepped in I sank deep in mud. On the way down we saw quite a few chipmunks. Coal seemed quite pleased by this. Even when he was young he didn't chase them, but everytime one went scurrying away he'd give a bounce. It was a lovely outing.

Cedar Butte

2006-08-13T20:32:00.000-07:00

I hiked Cedar Butte yesterday. I was frustrated by how many people I encountered in the Iron Horse trail, but once I turned off onto the Cedar Butte trail it was wonderful isolation. The trail was very overgrown. Coal felt a bit doubtful about this. He kept looking back at me, with this "are you sure we should go this way?" expression.

I ate lots of berries. If you look carefully at the link I provided the survey marker at the top says "Ceder Butt". How had I never noticed that before :)

Richmond Beach

2006-07-28T22:15:00.000-07:00

Alan and I went to Richmond Beach. I sat and watched a heron for quite a while. I saw him catch a few fish. I watched the fish wiggling madly in his neck. How grand to sit for so long observing. Alan was either patiently waiting or watching trains, I'm not sure which.

It was a beautiful day. I splashed in the water. Eventually Alan joined me. It was great fun.

Hot day at the Taylor River

2006-07-21T23:58:00.000-07:00

Broadcasters were talking about record breaking high temperatures. I was actually up and ready to go fairly early. I wanted to get going before the heat hit. My cat decided that me leaving early was just too shocking and escaped. She was missing for several hours. By the time I found her I was hot and motivation was waining.

The call of the woods was too strong to ignore. I was very worried about my geriatric mutt with his heavy black coat. I remembered that the hike to Big Creek Falls runs close to the river most of the time. I knew we wouldn't make it to the falls, but getting out there was enough. One of the nice things about the hike is you can't hear any roads. Come to think of it, I didn't hear any planes either. Just the sound of the river, birds and bugs.

We spent quite a bit of time literally sitting in the river. We were out there for about 3 hours and we saw 3 people the entire time. The insects were horrendous. I was quite mad at myself, because I knew this was an especially bad bug year. Mostly it was deer flies and the key was to keep moving. Coal, however, need to sniff and cool off frequently. I ended up pulling my towel out of my pack and if Coal needed to stop, I'd squat down and cover as much of me as possible. It wasn't quite as bad as the year I hiked McCLellan Butte and was inhaling the numerous pests, but it was close. In spite of the heat and bugs, Coal seemed disappointed when I turned us around. He's an amazing dog.

I should be sleeping now, but it's still 71F here. That just doesn't happen much here in the Pacific Northwest. Still, I'm smiling as I write this. Perhaps I like the adversity, neither the bugs nor the heat seem to matter much when compared to the beauty and solitude.

Butterflies and Blooms

2006-07-21T22:00:00.000-07:00

Butterflies and blooms is a wonderful exhibit at the Woodland Park Zoo.

Trip to Woodland Park Zoo

2006-07-18T20:55:00.000-07:00

We went to the Woodland Park Zoo. As both Eliza (she made a blog entry too) and I had recently seen wolves we headed first to the northwest section of the zoo. We did see one wolf, but like it's wild kin it was elusive. I've gotten so spoiled living where I do, in general it seemed disappointing to see my familiar wildlife caged up. Of course many of the species, like the eagles, are injured wildlife or in a captive breeding program to ensure the survival of the species.

We really liked the way the emu could move it's neck. We were also hoping that emu would peck at the annoying teenager girl's toes that was pestering it. Alas, the girls toes remained safe. In the early morning the monkeys were quite loud. I think I had so much fun watching them I forgot to take pictures. The gorilla's were eating cherries. He would carefully take one out of the bag, pull the cherry of the stem and then neatly spit out the pit. He definitely was neater then I am when eating cherries.

For a dollar you could get some seed on a stick and feed the parrots. I really enjoyed this. The parakeets were the most aggressive about getting seed. The cockatiels reminded me of Buttercup, my bird when I was a teen. I let one play with my glasses.

The sloth bears were quite busy. My guess is there was honey spread out in their exhibit. They certainly were focused and showed some great balance!

Eliza really liked the African Wild Dogs. So did I, but I had seen them at the zoo once before. I think they are amazingly beautiful animals.

We were told the hippos were off exhibit, but when we got there they were swimming around and quite active! They were chewing on large sticks. The elephants (once again I forgot to take pictures) were also chewing on large sticks. It was amazing to hear the crunching sound!

I was especially enchanted by the tiger. It was just so active and almost seemed to be posing. I couldn't help but noticing all the claw marks in the ball. Tigers have so much power and grace.

One of the main things we wanted to see were the butterflies. It was cloudy and cool most of the day and we were worried they would be out. As we entered the butterfly house the sun came out. It warmed quickly and soon we were delighted with the activity. (I'll put the photos in the next post)

Olallie State Park

2006-07-07T20:27:00.000-07:00

I wanted to find someplace peaceful for Coal and I. Trying to find a place without fireworks or lots of people on the 4th of July is not easy. I ended up at Olallie State Park. I hiked up the trail that runs beside Change Creek. Coal charged ahead, which was a relief as the fireworks and been making him literally sick with stress. The trail is short, pretty and lushly green. There are enormous boulders along the trail and I was enchanted by one that had a large flat side completely covered in moss. The trail takes you under a trestle for the John Wayne trail. I like looking up, it feels older, as if you could wait and see an old electric train pass by. Then the trail joins the John Wayne trail. There are lots of climbers and it was the only area of the day that was crowded.

We headed east and quickly left the people behind. We walked over the second trestle at Hall creek and found another side trail. I've been on it a few times and then started avoiding it because it was always so trashed. There was one area that had a lot of broken bottles. It almost looked like people were throwing them off the trestle? Other then that it was clean and full of solitude.

We ended up in the main recreation area near Weeks Falls. I don't go there much, but the cool old growth forest appealed to me. There is something about the light in old growth that I have never been able to capture in words or photos. It returns me to childhood when I really thought that ents, elves and hobbits were a possibility and I could feel the magic of the forest.

Flowers

2006-07-01T10:23:00.000-07:00

Kayaking on the Snoqualmie

2006-06-28T21:02:00.000-07:00

I went white water kayaking for the first time. I am amazingly fortunate. I was lucky enough to be given a kayak (THANKS ROXIE) and an experience friend was a willing teacher. Of course, as it was my first time there wasn't a lot of white water. I guess the area we did was about a class II. I was more scared then I expected to be, but it was mostly before we actually started. I'm always like that with physical/outdoor challenges. Once I'm doing it, I forget about worrying. There might be a life lesson there. It was harder then I expected and very fun.

Amy was a great teacher. She kept apologizing for being bossy which was nuts, I was getting a free lesson and enjoying her company. I learned about eddies and ferrying. Most of the river was fairly shallow but I finally did a wet escape (tip the kayak over and swim out). It's an essential safety technique. It's so hard too make yourself dump intentionally and even though I had a helmet on I was scared of bashing into rocks. It all went well though and now I feel much more confident.

Lesson about eddies

Unfortunately I didn't get a picture of the funniest moment. I borrowed a wet suit from Amy that was apparently very old and...well... thin in the hind area. When I crotched down to pull the kayak to the launch area I felt a release of pressure and cool breeze on my bottom. Sure enough, the butt seem was giving out. By the time we had scrambled out and over the rocks at the end of our ride my derriere (in a swim suit) was exposed for all to see. As Amy and I carried the kayaks back up the levy trail to the car we kept getting the giggles!

I am tired and sore now and more relaxed then I've been in a week. I forgot what a high I get out of stuff like that. My head is full of sound and sights of the water. I've always found sea kayaking to be the ultimate meditative experience. This was like... adrenaline rush, soothing and beauty all mixed together. The only things I can think to compare to is jumping on horse or sex. You are absolutely lost in the moment.

Yellowstone's beauty

2006-06-23T10:27:00.000-07:00

I will never ignore the simple beauty of the land.

You can click on any picture to see it larger

Wolves at Yellowstone

2006-06-22T22:17:00.000-07:00

I know I'm not alone in love for wolves, they are an animal that seem to bring strong emotions (positive or negative). I followed the reintroducing of wolves to Yellowstone closely. I've also followed the talk of wolves to the Olympic National Park. When I volunteered at the Point Defiance Zoo, the best moment was often entering the zoo early in the morning and hearing the wolves howl. I wanted to see wolves at Yellowstone. I told myself it was exceedingly unlikely. I tried not to get my hopes up.

As I began driving home, I was hoping to find that elusive moose. I thought I might see bear. When I saw the cars pulled over on the side of the road I thought it was probably a bear. I got out and asked and was honestly amazed when I was told it was wolves. It didn't take me long to find them, two wolves moving across the open plain. I was told there were three.

I've watched plenty of coyotes. I see dogs every day. What struck me about the wolves is the way they moved. They were moving in a straight line at a quick pace. It reminded me of a military march - all business with the focus on some distant end goal. The wolves didn't seem to communicate with each other but their movements were coordinated. There was an efficiency to their movement.

Then they disappeared into the trees. Some people stayed, watching the trees in hopes of another glimpse. Most people moved on, either carrying on with their day or heading to the next open area to watch. I loaded into my car, planning to also go to the next open area. I was driving watching the woods (ok, maybe not the best driving technique). I saw a gulch, that gave me a clear sight line deep into the woods, and there was a small pull-out for the road. There was one other car and the people were looking up in the woods. As I pulled in I saw the flash of a thick, bushy tail disappearing behind a log. I climbed out of my car, eyes straining to peer behind the log and slight hill. The other people must not have seen anything, they loaded into their car and drove off. I was alone. I sat still; every sense alert. Time passed and I began to worry that they had slunk past me or that I'd imagine the slight glimpse I had., but I held my place and patience. I felt strangely certain I'd see them. That I had found the right place.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a bison moving my way walking up the road. Occasionally a car drove by. I wonder what they thought of the small woman standing beside the road, gazing intently into the woods and oblivious to the large bison moving closer. I began to realize I would probably have to give way to the bison soon when there was movement in the woods. I didn't see the first wolf emerge, he was simply there. There was nothing frightening about him. He was looking away from me. Then another wolf moved from behind the log. She was so close and for a moment we looked at each other. (She was 40ft/13m away at the very most). She was white and had a collar. They both seemed... Uncertain and I felt a bit guilty about causing them stress. She stood on the log, I finally remembered my camera, but the movement sent her back behind the log. As I listened to the film rewind I knew I wouldn't get anymore pictures. I didn't mind, I was watching wolves in the wild. The bison was now very close, clomping down the road. I wanted to hold my ground, but common sense was asserting itself. Cars began to stop and at first I thought they were watching the wolf, but of course it was the bison blocking the road. The area began to fill up quickly and the wolves slipped back down out of sight. I knew they weren't coming out until traffic cleared. I decided to move on, in part, because I wanted to keep their secret. No one else knew they were there.

I drove down the road to the next clearing. There were people once again watching for wolves. There was a ranger who studies the wolves. She explained that they were trying to cross the road and they would hunt on the other side. The white wolf I saw, so close, was the alpha female. They mostly hunted elk but they had taken baby bison. Others in the group of watchers had already seen them hunt. They had chased elk, that fled into the river. The ranger said that was typical prey strategy. The elk can stand in the water while the wolves are forced to swim.

I desperately need to go to the bathroom and poor Coal was in the car. I went back to the car and let Coal out briefly. He suddenly seemed so small and the size of the wolves finally struck me. They weren't heavy, just long in the body and legs. I told Coal he'd easily been eaten. He didn't seem to care. My need to urinate was now getting desperate. I loaded us into the car, but instead of heading towards bathrooms and home I drove past the people still watching for wolves! Suddenly I decided my bladder wasn't that full. I got out and watched. I finally saw all three and once again they moved with efficiently and gracefully, intent on their goal.

A few days ago a visiting couple walked right up to the Hayden packs natal den site causing quite a bit of stress with the adults and pups. According to the couple, who reported their encounter, the two alpha's along with the two yearlings circled the pups and den site, barking and acting protective, and that the pack had 5 pups. Please honor area closures and pay special attention to closure signs! At this time it is unknown what actions the park service will take towards the couple for violating the entrance, and invasion into a closure area. 6/14/06 Field report

Some of what I've read about the wolves since my return saddens and worries me. I know much more about the Hayden Pack. I feel especially honored to have shared my quiet moments with the wolves. I saw no signs of the "fearless behavior" rumored for this pack. I hope I didn't cause them too much stress. The wolves are the bad guys in most stories, but these real life wolves must face one of the scariest monsters of all - human beings. Yet, it is humans who brought thew wolves back to Yellowstone. I am glad and I wish "my" wolves luck.

Bears at Yellowstone

2006-06-22T18:45:00.000-07:00

When we arrive at the campground in Yellowstone I was called to identify some droppings. (I did mention I became the "poop expert") At first I didn't think it could be bear even though it was rather large because it wasn't in a neat pile. The bears around my home tend to poop in the middle of the road and it's in a pile. I realized that a bear running would leave a pile like the one in the camp ground. We found out from a ranger that there was a bear regularly visiting the camp and the rangers were quite concerned about bear/human safety.

We didn't want to attract the bears to our camp but we did want to seem them. Three days after we arrived in Yellowstone we'd fallen into the routine - load into the car, watch for wildlife while driving, visit some geysers and explore. We were heading back to camp when we saw a lot of cars parked and people watching.... something. We hadn't seen crowds like this so we knew it must be something impressive. Sure enough it was a grizzly. (Renae got good pictures, I'm hoping she'll send me one). We watched for quite some time. The best part came after he moved a bit further back in the woods. He found a power pole (we weren't far from Canyon Village). First he laid down and rolled around on his back. Then he stood up on his hind legs, rubbing his back against the pole. It was great.

On our last full day there we took a nice hike. We had my bear bells on Tasha's pack. It's amazing how much fun and noise an almost-nine year old can make with a bell. I hike alone (well, with Coal) all the time. I know there are bears, but it felt different in Yellowstone. We sure don't have grizzly at home. As much time as I spend outdoors I rarely encounter bear sign, much less bears, but at Yellowstone it was impossible to miss. I noticed a tree with huge claw marks in it. Later Renae discovered bear tracks. They were on the same path we were walking. We tried not to walk on them. I had Renae stick her foot beside to give a sense of the size. They are such big animals!

The last day I made a promise with myself that I wouldn't hurry. I think the USA has a culture of hurry. All too often I get drawn into that and even when the journey is the point I race towards some artificial destination. My plan was to stop as often as needed; to look and experience. It was an amazing day. I said goodbye to my friends and I'd barely been on the road when I encountered the wolves. Then I continued north. Once again I saw the cars parked (many blocking the road) everywhere. Out in the meadow was a Grizzly grazing. It was off in the distance. I sat on the edge of the road and watched for quite a while. The grizzly seemed slow and gentle. It was funny how watching the grizzly didn't seem frightening at all, but the day before when we'd been hiking in the midst of all the bear signs it had made us uneasy. The bear was slowly working towards us and once again I was stuck by the size. I got a behind the scenes tour at Northwest Trek once. I will never get how suddenly fast a bear can move. I was about ready to retreat back to my car when the Ranger came along proclaiming "If you are not in your vehicle, return there immediately." I didn't need to be told twice. I got back into the car and drove less then 5 minutes when I came upon the two black bear (one is cinnamon colored). They kept close together and I assume they were related. Unlike the Grizzly that seemed to like the open meadow, the bears were in a wetland of a forest. A ranger kept moving people away, for the bears peace and comfort. I felt so fortunate to get to watch these big and mostly gentle animals.

Grizzly in the meadow on my last day

The cinnamon colored black bear was much larger then the black one

They never showed any aggression towards each other

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Bison

2006-06-19T21:41:00.000-07:00

We were so excited when we first started seeing the bison, but by the end you could hear one of us say "It's just a bison". It's amazing how much novelty and limitation affects our perceptions. We didn't have to search for them and their behaviors were fairly predictable. So we started to focus our energies on searching for other animals. It's not so different in human relationships, when the "wow" factor wears off you have a chance for deeper understanding if we don't turn away.

We finally saw the babies (light brown)

We didn't completely discount the bison. We watched closely, noticing how the bison shed off their winter coats. We'd comment on how "clean" some looked. We had the sense that we could just grab a tuft and pull. It was reminiscent of the desire to pull off skin from a sunburn. We were also watching for babies. We didn't see any at first. Was because they were hidden or because we were so distracted by the novelty at first we didn't really look? We also wanted to see them crossing the river (I missed it but Renae, Chris and Tasha did get to see this). I think by seeing them cross the river we hoped to get a better sense of their size and power.

Bison with deer in the background.
This Bison made it clear he was crossing the trail before we did.

One of the things that continually struck me is the harsh conditions they survive. Much of Yellowstone is over 8,000 Ft. Winters are long and fierce. We kept finding tracks or droppings in the midst of geysers, boiling pools and the stink of sulfur. I couldn't understand why they would seek these areas out. From my reading I know that they go there in winter for warmth, but that didn't really answer my question. Why were they going there in June? My theory is that they get some mineral from the area, but how do they know where it's safe to go? I think it will always be a mystery to me. They seem so placid, but their life is fraught with hazards past and present. What is clear to me, is that they are survivors and I'm honored I got to watch them.

We met this one in a parking lot.
The rock was a good scratching post.

A 'bison bed'.

They seemed to clear all the grass from where they would lay.

I'll tell more of the story in the wolf entry.

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Wildlife at Yellowstone

2006-06-19T20:37:00.000-07:00

It was amazing to drive in to Yellowstone and enter a strange and exciting land. Shortly after we entered we drove under an osprey nest and started seeing the bison. Every day we saw animals. They largely seemed oblivious to the human audience, going about their daily business.

Much of the habitat reminded me of the African Savannah. I felt like if I looked closely I would see elephants instead of bison and alligators in the water. I guess my mind went there because of all the nature shows I've watched about Africa. But here is a truly stupendous biome that is full of large animals and it's in the USA. With it's borders of woods and higher mountains it's not surprising there is so much diversity and wildlife.

Part of what made the experience so amazing was that sense of anticipation. We quickly realized the area was full of life. There were signs of animals all around. I quickly became the "poop expert". We also found tracks and scratches. Perhaps once the most exciting and eerie things was the bones. We found entire skeletons and sometimes scattered remains, a clear reminder of nature's uncertainties.

I'm going to make separate posts for bison, bears and wolves. They are the ones that stick in my mind the most, but that was just a small part of the overall experience. Once I get my film developed I may have more pictures to add. Some day I'll have a really good camera/lens for capturing wildlife.

The deer were shy compared to the other big mammals. We didn't see many. I was alone, by a river, when I found this one. It was peaceful to watch her.

Can you find the moose? We never got a good look at moose. Renae was disappointed. In fact there was debate over whether we actually saw a moose at all. This is my proof :)

This guy was camera shy at first. It's a Uinta squirrel. They both hibernate and estivate (dormant during summer)!

Out comes a Golden Mantled squirrel running from beneath the board walk. Hopefully he knows where to walk without getting into the geysers or hotsprings. It seemed like an odd place to find a squirrel

Not surprisingly he (or she) seems to be looking for food.

He either thinks I'm a tree or is hoping I have nuts in my pocket. I was wondering if he'd actually climb my leg

Sometimes I see ravens at home, but they looked tiny compared to the Yellowstone Ravens. The ravens were fairly shy of people too.

The elk already had large sets of antlers. There was a pair of bulls that seemed to be sticking together. On the first day we saw bear, we kept hearing people mention the elk. We were much more excited by the bear. After it left we decided to take a look, the elk were very large and just laying there unconcerned with the human photographers.

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Geysers and mudpots and steam, oh my!

2006-06-18T22:26:00.000-07:00

Since this was new to all of us, we had to visit all of the typical geothermal tourist places. Tasha (almost 9) was really excited about the idea of mudpots. I'm still not sure why. Chris decided that after a while it all seemed the same and wanted to hike. Renae and I were fascinated. We talked about what this place must have been like (and maybe still is) to the Native Americans. So much power in the landscape. We talked about building the trails through boiling, steaming, changing land.

I do prefer the forests and wildlife but there is something magical about Earth's raw power uncovered. I couldn't forget that we were walking on a volcano. I like the uncertainty; the reminder that as much as humans can do we are still very small. That has always reassured me, I guess because it gives me hope that no matter how destructive humans get there is power greater then us.

Mammoth area - Terraces and travertine

The hot spring spreads killing trees

Terrace

Close up of travertine

Norris area - Amazing colors

A new geyser starting up?
It's splattering on the walkway

Dragon Hot Springs,
rumbles from the cave sounded like a dragon to me.

Old Faithful area- an active and strange landscape

Old Faithful

Paint Pots - Tasha's favorite

Tasha and Chris

Boil boil toil and trouble

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Fishing Bridge at Yellowstone

2006-06-18T21:36:00.000-07:00

My best friends drove from California, towing their trailer. Normally when we 'camp' I sleep outside in my tent, but there were no tents allowed at Fishing Bridge campground. After 2 days of cold, wet weather I didn't completely mind.

We set our expectations for the campground low, Renae and I had both read a description that called it the "ghetto of Yellowstone." They certainly crowded in the RVs but the trees were just across Children (I assume) had built forts throughout the campground. Squirrels, chipmunks and Clarks nutcrackers were also there. Not far from our campsite was bear poop. Apparently that bear was a regular visitor.

The campground was centrally located and a great place venture out from. We didn't spend a lot of time in the campground, each day we headed out to explore. The first place we visited was, naturally, Fishing Bridge. The colors seemed so vibrant and there were so many pelicans! It seemed strange to me to see pelicans so far from saltwater. We could watch the trout swimming in the water and hear frogs croaking. After a while, crossing the bridge felt like returning home.

Getting there

2006-06-18T11:31:00.000-07:00

The destination was Yellowstone. As always, life is complicated and I left more tired and harried then I'd planned. Once I finally got on the road I felt relief. I knew the journey is often what matters. I wanted to explore and see wonders of that natural world and I didn't need to wait until I arrived at the end of my trip. In today's world many of us are very lucky. We can become explorers with few hazards and hardships. Perhaps for many, this means the sense of wonder is lost. I still marvel at rainbows. I know I've been given a great gift.

I loved the freshness of eastern Washington. I rarely see it with its spring green and splashes of yellow. As I moved into farmland dust devils danced over the fields. There were so many and one was huge, I've never seen anything quite like that. I think someday I'll write a poem about it. The cloud formations were also truly fantastic and I had to reminds myself to watch the road. Of course that's because a storm was building and my first night camping at St Regis, Montana was rather wet. I didn't mind. I was still the explorer, now entering into land I'd never traveled.

Along route 2, near Jefferson Canyon

I turned off I-90 onto route 2 with relief. As I traveled along the Jefferson river, it reminded me of Yakima Canyon. It was beautiful and I had to stop and get some photos. I tried to find a place to get to the river but the banks were too steep. I did find some severed deer legs along the RR tracks. I imagine it got hit by a train, but I'm not sure what happened to the rest of the deer.

Wetland at Lake Henry State Park

That night I camped at Lake Henry State Park, just a few miles west of West Yellowstone. I was going to meet up with my friends there. It was very cold and they had most of the gear and food. The scenery was beautiful and I got to see a rainbow and watch the sunset. As darkness fell I crawled into my tent for warmth. Later I sat outside under a bright full moon and listened to the night. If I hadn't been waiting for their arrival I would have missed that experience.

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Moments of beauty

2006-06-07T21:54:00.000-07:00

I'm finding that my interest is shifting. I'm still passionate about nature, but it's photography instead of facts and words that I use to express that. I've enjoyed watching the progression of Spring. It seems like this year has been particularly beautiful or is it that I'm seeing the beauty more? I love finding the small things that are so easily missed.

6/3 Maple 'helicopters'

5/30 Meadowbrook

6/3 near Snoqualmie River

5/30 Meadowbrook

6/3 Looking in a foxglove flower

5/29 Wet flagstone

5/20 near my house

5/29 at work

milipede (ok, the picture isn't great but I couldn't resist.
Coal almost stepped on him, but I pushed Coal out of the way)

Cemetary

2006-05-29T22:29:00.000-07:00

Perhaps Memorial Day is for Veterans but all life is valuable. I didn't know any of the people buried them, but I wanted to show my respect. I knelt down and brushed the grass away from a grave. Someone loved that person. Each person touches so many lives. What I finally came to understand today, is that in showing respect for the dead we are showing our value of life.

See previous post for more

Memorial Day

2006-05-29T21:16:00.000-07:00

I call this my nature blog and focus on the 'gifts' of the natural world. Today, in honor of Memorial Day, I am thinking about the gift of life and freedom. I went to our local cemetary and I spent some time. I read grave stones. I have heard it said that Memorial Day has lost all meaning, but that's not what I saw. I watched a steady flow of visitors. Before I arrived, someone had collected the fallen blossums of the rhodendren and set them on graves of veterans. Someone had uncovered some graves that were being lost to vegetation. I put some blossums back and collected a few more placing them on graves that had been missed.

I took the pictures in the hope that someone else could share in the beauty and sadness of the cemetary. That someone else would pause for a moment to reflect on a life gone.

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See next post for more

Denny Creek Trail

2006-05-25T21:01:00.000-07:00

I returned to a place that a few months ago was a magical winter wonderland. I suppose the transition of seasons should cease to amaze me, but I still get filled with wonder. I kept looking around and remembering everything lost under several feet of snow.

Ever since I headed up the Denny Creek trail I've been wanting to go back. I knew it might still be snow bound but I had to try. It was a miserable day for a hike, raining and cool. Most people are wiser then I and there was only 1 car in the parking lot when I arrived. I loved the board walk that crossed over a wetland area and the skunk cabbage was just getting started here. Everything was new and fresh, spring only beginning. I only went about .5 miles, at most, before I got into snow. The lone hiker was headed down with ski poles and snow shoes strapped to his pack.

Sign says "Main Trail"

Have you ever hiked on very wet snow , densely packed snow? On sneakers? He was more sensible then I, but I was alone in the magic of the forest. The going was slow and I never made it past the slipper slab, but it seemed like I'd stepped into another world. Mist rose from the snow, shrouding the forest. The sound of rain and the river hummed and there was the knowledge that I was the only human around. Time and again, I think it's an experience everyone should have. The sense of aloneness reminds us how small we are and how vast the world around us is.

The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness. -John Muir

I was cold and wet but I sat in solitude and watched the water for a long time. When I headed home it was with a feeling of hope. Time and water have smoothed the rough edges off the giant rocks at Denny Creek; for a moment I shared in that.

May Day flowers

2006-05-01T22:13:00.000-07:00

For May Day I went looking for flowers while hiking at Cougar Mountain (see previous entry). Here are some photos. I couldn't resist adding in some general plant pictures and some photos taken previously in my yard.

Fawn Lilly - One of the few plants Flowering in the Native Plant meadow

Bleeding Heart, it was all over the woods but I couldn't get a good picture

Red Flowering Currant

Apple Blossum- I wish this had turned out better, there's a bee in the center

Some plants on the hike

Bracken Fern so fresh and green

I love the light through the leaves.

It's not a flower or a plant, but it's so cool! It's fascinating how it's been partially eaten

Flowers from my yard (taken April 21)

May Day

2006-05-01T19:28:00.000-07:00

I had planned a full day of hiking. The weather forecast however was looking uncertain. So I decided to sleep in and have a mellow morning. It hailed heavily and the temperature is cool (snow level down to 2,ooo Ft) so I was feeling very doubtful about heading into the mountains. It took me much longer then usual to choose a place to go. Perhaps part of my problem is there are too many options. After looking through many books and maps I chose Cougar Mountain. It's a place I always shy away from because it's so close to Seattle. I suppose I'm a snob, but it doesn't seem right to head in to Seattle to get to wilderness and I worry about crowds. I read an entry in 55 Hikes Around Snoqulamie Pass that finalized my decision.

"Pause at the Red Town Ballpark, where the Newcastle town played Black Diamond, Renton, Franklin and other competitors in the Coal County League. Come in April through June for the climax flowering in the ball field in it's new role as the Native Plants Meadow, the largest within 40 miles of Seattle, lovingly tended by volunteers of the Issaquah Alps Trails Club and Washington Native Plant Society and staff of King County Parks."

I wanted to see some wild flowers. I had already been reflecting on the fact it was May Day. I was nostalgic for the young girl who was thrilled to pick flowers and leave them on door steps. My mom was always so pleased, even when it was a bouquet of dandelions, and I was convinced I was doing a Great Deed. I always felt so intimidated in walking up to someone's door and knocking (still do), but the idea of leaving a bit of anonymous brightness made it an adventure not an intrusion. (see next entry for more flower/plant photos)

So I wandered the trails finding adventure and brightness. The weather magically changed and sunshine splashed through the canopy. There were amazingly displays of green. I walked to the Coal Creek waterfall and light danced on the water. Finally I ended up in the sunlit meadow. There weren't as many flowers as I'd hoped for but I sat on a bench in warm sunshine listening to the hum of bees and the burble of water and I felt at peace with the Spring day. Perhaps that little girl I was missing is quite alive in me after all.

Coal in Coal creek (I just couldn't resist)

Coal Creek lush and green

Green on Green

Meadow bench

Looking up

Coal Creak Falls

Snail Orgy!

2006-04-28T19:56:00.000-07:00

Well, I'm not sure it was actually an orgy. We saw them on Richmond beach. Alan asked me what they were doing, so of course I am now all curious. I am having a hard time finding much information on the Checkered Periwinkle.

I did find this fact which made me giggle:

Fun Facts: When holding a periwinkle in ones hand, if one hums to the snail steadily for a minute or two, the snail will come out of its shell and begin crawling around.

I really want to try this. Although I'm highly skeptical it's the humming that works. But just imagine a beach full of people holding little snails and humming. What fun!

I found this fact more believable:

Cool Fact: Land snails may have evolved from this species!

They don't need to eat often and can stay out of water for quite some time. They may have been clustered just because it was suitable habitat. After some more research I started to feel sorry for the poor male snails. It is the right time of year for it to be a snail orgy but it sounds like a complicated process:

Once a year they expend extra energy in reproduction. These snails are separate sexed - the male needing to find a female for mating. In this species, the males appear unable to distinguish the opposite sex until actually trying to mate. In spring and summer males become very active - trying all neighbors for a possible mate and even fighting. Sometimes two males will be fighting over a third snail only to discover that the third snail is also a male. Eventually they are successful and, after mating, the female lays her fertilized eggs in a mucus bundle in high pools. These hatch as planktonic larvae and are taken away by the extreme high high tide waves.

Mountains and Valleys

2006-04-21T20:44:00.000-07:00

I find more and more I want to post pictures and say little. Part of that relates to time and energy but more of it is because I find words inadequate. It's not that I'm finding myself inferior; it's the realization that I can't capture what I feel and see. Not with my words and not even with my photos. The Snoqualmie Valley is surrounded by mountains and it humbles me. In a short distance I can see various landscapes, animals, plants and moods.

People try so hard to create beauty. We landscape our yards and parks, we create music and poetry. Without a doubt we humans can create marvels. But I find more and more what fascinates me is the irregular and untamed. I look at the flowers in my yard and some of them are perfect. I appreciate that beauty but it doesn't touch my soul. I find a flower, slightly insect eaten, struggling in a small patch of sunshine and I am struck with awe.

I spent hours with my camera wandering about the Valley. I was recently told that my photography was a reflection of my interior landscape. What a marvelous concept. I am intrigued by imperfection. I love trying to capture a story. I can't ignore the beauty of towering mountains or vast valleys, but I will always return to the tiny details that most people seem to pass by.

Songs of spring

2006-03-26T19:05:00.000-08:00

I saw my first Trillium of the Spring! I've been watching for them. As a young child I picked one for my mother. I was crushed when she told me it would take 7 years to reflower. Later there was construction happening in a near by forest, and I went and carefully dug up the Trillium and we planted them in my parents yard. They still grow there. I cherish the sense of wonder I had when I first came upon them and later being able to rescue something (and assuage my guilt). Today, I also saw flowers on Salmon Berry bushes, Skunk Cabbage and Indian Plum. I love the greens of Pacific forests, but the splashes of colors are exciting. I'm not sure which I like better. Watching the process of a flower emerge from a drab tight bud to bloom or that sense of something complete and full one day just being there. (The photo of Trillium was taken from Walking Clip Art).

I also heard the song of the Dipper. Those little birds can be so loud! I heard several actually. I never saw the birds, just heard that delightful song. They have to be one of my favorite birds. I quite enjoyed this article by Robert E Barber about Dippers. I especially enjoyed the description of an overworked male...

Dippers are full of surprises. I was recently watching a pair bring food to their nest when I saw one trying to feed the other, even though the other already had a nymph in its bill. This feeding attempt seemed to annoy the mate. Researchers believe the first stage of breeding behavior includes ritual feeding of the female by the male. I guess the male I was watching was so overworked he thought it was the beginning of the breeding season again. However, he did a good job of providing nymphs and grubs to his brood.

And I heard a White-Crowned Sparrow. It's been a while since I heard that bird, I had to check when I got home. What a wonderful mix, having a song come from high up in the trees while the Dipper sings from down beside the river. I love nature. I love being outside, but I will quite happily take advantage of the opportunities technology can provide. How delightful to get home and immediately be able to listen to the bird song and identify it for certain.

And on a humorous note, I only just got speakers for my computer. When Fancy (the cat) heard the bird song coming from the speakers she was quite interested and was soon giving them a thorough sniffing.

So much snow!

2006-03-14T18:59:00.000-08:00

It was great, last Saturday I went and played in the Snow. I'm a bit late writing about it because I got sick with a cold. I headed up towards Franklin Falls. The road is closed, I knew I wouldn't be able to drive there. I parked where the road closes at the bridge. I was delighted by how much snow there was! Fortunately, many people with snow shoes had been that route before me, so I hiked up the road.

It had just snowed heavily the day before and everything was so beautiful. It's amazing how snow takes the ordinary and makes it seem so different. I stayed on the road passing the campground it was funny to see the gate across the road, certainly no cars were going in there anyway! In fact the gate was just barely visisble. After I passed the campground, I left the other snow lovers behind. I spent a lot of time marveling at the snow on the trees. I kept going to the Franklin Falls trailhead. I watched the Snoqualmie for a bit and decided to continue on to the Denny Creek Trailhead. I wasn't sure how far I would get, without snow shoes but the 'trail' running down the middle of the road was still neatly packed. When I reached the parking lot it was an open field of snow of course. I was thoroughly amused by the "No Parking" sign, just barely poking it's head out from the snow, like a ground hog with glasses checking for spring.

I walked maybe 1/2 mile up the Denny Creek trail, but the lack of snow shoes finally became an issue. I turned around and headed back. My curiousity got the best of me and I went into the campground. The snow wasn't well packed there and it was rough going. I did find a delightful snow woman. By the end I was sinking up to my hips in snow! Coal and I finally got back on the road and we were both tired and happy. I have always had a specail love for snow and I think part of that pleasure is snow's power to transform. My old dog acted like a pup that day. The camprground seemed like something out of a fairy tell, with odd lumps that were concealed picnic tables and the snow people waiting around the corner. Trees become shrouded, soft and plump as if they were gigantic women dressed in wedding white. I suppose that's why I was so fascinated with the cabins. Life frozen literally and figuratively

Spring and magic of light

2006-03-04T21:11:00.000-08:00

My Yard - I've been noticing the signs; the days are getting longer, buds on the trees and more birds singing. So I decided to search for spring. I started in my yard. I sat and listened. It was a lovely day and my human neighborhood was quiet. I heard a Red-Wing Blackbird, Stellar's Jays, Robins, Crows and another bird with a pretty song. I need to refresh my bird song knowledge. I saw a little wren flitting through my yard. Then I went looking and saw flowers in my yard.

Mostly I was amazed by the light, especially as it shown through the leaves. I have always loved the way a Douglas fir can change in the light. It seems like magic when the light reaches through the canopy and spotlights a bit of green. Again I was reminded of the value of really looking and seeing the amazing detail. I moved from the big trees to the smaller plants in yard. I couldn't help but marvel as I looked at the leaves and saw the network veins. I also enjoyed the lack of perfection. It bothers me sometimes, how people always want to take the picture of the perfect flower or leaf or tree. It's the scars and marks and uniqueness that tells the story and holds the imagination. The stories in my own yard inspired me to ponder life while watching the light shift from my hamock. I have to admit, it's not that warm yet I piled up the blankets.

The Walk- After a nice nap (pondering often leads to napping of course) I visited one of my favorite places along the Snoqualmie Valley Trail. I knew it would be full of Spring life. As I got out of my car I heard a Kingfisher and caught the reflection of Mt Si in the little pond. It was clearly going to be a delightful walk. I heard Towhees and when I got to the marshy spot I was rewarded with the a myriad of Red-Wing Blackbird voices I'd been hoping for. One RW Blackbird seemed to only sing half of the song. It sounded quite abrupt compared to the others. I've been known to spend quite a bit of time just watching and listening on that one spot. I love hearing bird songs and there was so many! Today I moved on fairly quickly, as the sun set I was captivated by the colors and glow. I stood by the river for a bit watching the ripples of the water. I never get tired of watching water move and it seemed to take on such a rich color. As dusk began to deepen my attention returned again to the trees marked by brightness. It's amazing how my attitudes have changed since I moved to the Snoqualmie Valley. Living in this place of beauty and wilderness, I am starting to appeciate all aspects of nature more deeply. When I drove away the herd of Elk was at the back of the meadow, I was delighted to see them but the earlier experiences show just as brightly.

Winter, Rivers and Ice

2006-02-19T20:18:00.000-08:00

I just had to get out. The sun was shining so I grabbed Coal and my camera and headed down the road. I didn't have a specific destintation. Driving I realized I wanted somewhere that wouldn't be too crowded, wouldn't have too snow and would be a relatively easy walking surface. WHEW! I had it narrowed down to Cougar Mountain or the Middle Fork. I decided I need a mocha to help me think (any excuse will do), so I let that lady at espresso stand choose. She said Middle Fork and that's what I was leaning towards anyway. Off I went.

As I got near there was a sign saying "Road Closed 5 miles ahead". I wasn't worried and planned to drive to closure and then walk up the road, perfect for my plans. It soon became a question of which pothole I would hit, instead of how to get around them. (Potholes are NOT fun with whiplash). Worried about my little car and neck, I found a stopping place about 3 miles in. I love the drive along the Middle Fork. You get lovely views of the Snoqualmie. When the light cateches it right the moss glows on the trees.

The occaisionally patches of snow had turned into a consistent thin layer. Very shortly after we set off we were rewarded with our first patch of icicles. I also heard the song of the dipper. It's such a beautiful, liquid sound. I didn't see any birds, but the ice captivated me in all it's different forms and I spent most of walk watching the changing patterns. So many different shapes- icicles, ice edging the snow that's slowly melting and ice 'piles' underneath the icicles. I spent a lot of time taking pictures.

About 1.5 miles down the road I found a path leading to the river. A large Ukranian (maybe) family had parked at the trail head. The fell in love with Coal so after a nice visit we all headed down to the river. I found a quiet spot away from everyone to sit and watch the river. It was quite comfortable in the sun which explains why there was no snow in the spot. Walking along the river I was delighted at the patterns of ice. The ice was at the edge of the snow resting on top of the rocks or moss or grass. It really was marvelous. As we headed back the light was low, shining through the moss and icicles making the world seem bright and full. Maybe I caught just a bit of the beauty in my pictures.