There's a houseguest coming who wants to walk in the woods, and doesn't care about ocean (how is this possible?), so I've been scouting. I got stuck at the tribal library until about 3:30 PM on Friday, but that left like 6 more hours of daylight in the day. So I held to my plan to head west and walk on the Barnes Creek Trail, about a half hour west of home. Just as the trail book promises, all the tourists turned aside to go up to Marymere Falls, and I had the trail to myself beyond.
There were lots of forest wildflowers open. Mostly white, and mostly with unfamiliar Latin names and undistinguished or peculiar English names. Hello, youth-on-age. Hello, western false bugbane. Hello, trefoil foamflower and beadruby. Whoever you all may be. It seemed at the moment important to know what the trees, the ferns, the flowers were. I carried two books in my hand, and scribbled a list on an old envelope.
Towards the end, there was sunshine light.
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That looks like a great walk in the forest. So green and beautiful.
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