Powabunga

Yesterday, my daughter and I headed up to the Hoodsport area to hike. Rain, rain, rain and more rain. (Typical NW). But as it always seems to do it cleared when we got to our destination. 15 miles before we ALMOST turned around.

On the way we passed through one of the Indian Reservations and a local fireworks mecca. Powabunga, Pryomama, IllEagle, Temple of Boom. How fun is that?

Being the passenger, I got the benefit of the treesa and sometimewater view. Passing an opening in the never ending stands of trees was a low-tide beach and the biggest bald eagle I've ever seen, sitting there. We stopped the car and walked back, but he was gone. Drenched and wishing we had gotten a better view of him, he came flew back around and landed in a tree near us. And then another joined. When both took flight we got to see the full beauty of their majesty and size. (We'd seen on on the 4th of July too, from the ferry. As our seatmate put it - "how fitting".

Our hike was dry (absent of rain) and beautiful. The foilage and moss so prevlent and spectular. I miss hiking on needle, vegitated, non-dusty paths of the NW. The trees climb forever and it is always cool and restorative.

I found a beautiful piece of moss to send The Artist.