Our Dynamic Beach – Never Twice the Same
Thousands of gulls gather on our beach on July evenings, after their daylong flying ruckus over the roofs of downtown Port Townsend.
Deer relax on lawns, in the space between the sidewalk and street, on shoulders of roads.
A pair of crows swing on the loveseat on our neighbors’ lawn.
Campers from North Carolina come in a van stickered all over, like the leather valise of a well-heeled traveller back from a mid-century Grand Tour.
The Cicmahan Trail gives the history of the S’Kallam Tribe whose forebears summered here to fish, crab and clam. The Point Hudson portion of the 12-mile trail has two station; Jack and I are responsible for wiping off the bird shit.
Summer plantings – One silver lining of the pandemic
The garden is wild. Since we couldn’t go to Alaska this is our first year growing food – lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, basil, parsley, chard, and kale.
A bouquet of lettuces with a tendril of cucumber and sprig of dogwood.
A diverse and eager crowd of volunteer pansies take over every square inch of unplanted space.
This first time bloom springs from a clump of early spring iris, bulbs discarded from someone else’s garden and planted by Monica three years ago.
A lovely huchera blooms in a large pot on the front step.
The chair under the birch trees is where I sometimes join Zoom meetings.
South Sound Cruise
From our mooring buoy off Blake Island, we enjoy the sunrise over Seattle and the Cascades.
We drop at anchor in Gig Harbor to wait for slack at Tacoma Narrows and see this gondolier poll his passengers past us!
The Narrows Bridge was widened by adding a west bound lane and making the older structure eastbound.
The rusty reds of an old boat house and a fine Madrone glow in the sunset on Filuchy Bay on Kitsap County’s Key Peninsula.
During dinner on deck we observe a spectacular display of species interaction – a battalion of seagulls harassing a group of harbor seals, trying to snatch fish from their mouths. After hearing the commotion at the mouth of Filuchy Bay, we watch three frustrated seals pass our stern and another seven the bow.
One of our favorite South Sound destinations is tiny Jarrell Cove on Harstine Island.
Much of the Puget Sound shoreline is steep bluff, which erodes into new beach. To get an idea of scale, note man on left standing on the hypotenuse of a triangle of green. He shouldn’t have been there, I worry about him and almost call 911 before figuring out the contours were not right for suicide.