Another Cloudy Afternoon At Raymond Carver's Grave

The thing I forgot to mention last time is that it is astonishingly beautiful there. The waves loud on the cobble beach below the bluff, the green grass, the trees; Canada barely visible to the north across the Strait on such a grey day. Ships pass by.

View West, Ocean View Cemetery, February 23, 2012 (Click for larger image.)

Another retired Santa Fe librarian houseguest, another teensy expedition down the street to Ocean View Cemetery. It belongs to the city; looks and feels like history, but still in use: a new grave here, a recent date there. It is so small and quiet, from here you can imagine that the town itself is still as small as it must have been in 1894. On neither visit was a single other (living) person in the cemetery, all very still except for the sound of the waves arriving off the Strait.

Raymond Carver, RIP (Click for larger image.)

There's a columbarium there, too, but I can't imagine why you'd want your ashes locked up in a cubbyhole instead of quietly and illegally strewn just at the edge of the grass, where a friend dumping out a little container of you could see along the shore to east and west, and hear the water... Right at the moment it is not clear where else I could want my ashes to be. Where they gotta be is another question entirely.

Also Meant To Say

When AO and I were having our stay-local day on Sunday, we did extensive postcard shopping, then had lunch overlooking the harbor. There was a mystery military ship moored over close to the Coast Guard Station, Cape Island. The water taxi, Sealth Arrow, was flitting back and forth to it. I whipped out the iPad to look for clues on the shiptracker sites, and Cape Island didn't appear anywhere, meaning its AIS transmitter wasn't on. The next day, Peninsula Daily News explained all, with a good picture. I was going to flit down to the harbor Monday afternoon to get a photo of my own, but she had already sailed out into the ocean again.

Our stay-local stops included the postcard hunt in the native arts gallery at the Jamestown S'Klallam tribal center east of Sequim,

At Jamestown, February 19, 2012 (Click for larger image.)

and elsewhere; that lunch by the harbor; our blissed-out hours at Salt Creek County Park; a peek inside the Lower Elwha casino because she was curious about it; and Ediz Hook.

I forgot to mention in previous post that there were black oystercatchers at Salt Creek, as there often are. Yesterday Barb Blackie stopped in at the library, and last night I was thinking I should have asked her why the oystercatchers are so site-loyal to Salt Creek Park and the rocks at Tongue Point... duh... the question is the answer. Major continuous feast opportunity— world-class tidepools, for heaven's sake— why would they ever need to leave the neighborhood??

My pix of the birds did not turn out. For splendid oystercatcher visuals, try Kirsten Chursinoff's photos and fabric art. Majorly want to buy one of these. I've written to her to see if either fabric piece is still available. Have never purchased a piece of art before.

Now This Is More Like

The days are way longer, and the minus tides have shifted along the clock as well. Look out, wildlife, we have minus tides by daylight. It was dropping dropping dropping all afternoon at Salt Creek.

The tide pools at Tongue Point begin to emerge, February 19, 2012 (Click for larger image.)

There were people out everywhere, kayaking, surfing, rock hopping, heading for the tidepools even while they were still awash. Girls playing Christian rock on a little boombox and singing praise songs barefoot on the cold wet sand. People everywhere being there, actively being there.

Kayakers Passing, Canada on the Other Side (Click for larger image.)
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We drove around to the beach access in Crescent Bay and had the exquisite pleasure of wandering out towards the little island with our feet on the emerging ground...

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The tide pools and the little island under/surrounded by water, in posts from November and December. PS A. says I must tell you that the Jesus girls were writing inspirational messages in the sand, directives from Our Heavenly Father to be happy, to praise, to be in the sunshine...

New Toy

Oh Wave Watch III, how is it possible that I didn't know you already?

Thankies to Cliff Mass for leading me to it over the weekend, and thankies to NOAA for yet another drop-dead gorgeous tool for digital earth lovers.

Last Friday's prediction explains why AO got wet on Saturday

Is it any wonder that I treasure the NOAA email address and login which I use to do volunteer work in OCNMS' electronic documents library...? #geektothecore

When the Whole Surface Of the Sea Is Foam

Storm: when the whole surface of the sea is foam, the wind and rain blowing. There was a High Surf Warning, so we darted for the coast despite heavy rain on the way. The wave watchers were out, but nobody lasted long in the blow along the crest of the berm at Rialto. The camera had no idea how to cope with it (nor I in the afterprocessing in the PC— sorry, you can't see how it was.)

Looking west from the point at La Push. By then AO was wet and we mostly stayed in the car... February 18, 2012 (Click for larger image.)

IJ says that's the grimmest beach photo I've ever sent her.

You can't see how it was at Rialto, February 18,2012 (Click for larger image.)

There were fishermen out after steelhead all along where highway 101 follows the Sol Duc River, that is, there were parked boat trailers and pickups, and the occasional sighting of fishermen in waders walking along the highway. We did see a sea lion working the Quileute River mouth at La Push, just a glimpse but it counts for 'marine mammal sighting'. No elk to be seen, and we looked carefully whenever passing all the appropriate prairies and grassy meadows. Also no eagles.

My poor houseguest AO, still willing and agreeable all these decades later, was blown about and cold at Rialto. Later, on First Beach, the tide was receding and the rain less, so we went walkies; but I wasn't watching out for her city-slicker self, and she got caught by an incomer where she couldn't retreat—wet to the knees up under the rainsuit, rubber mocs trashed, generally demoralized. She asked me last night, plaintively, 'Tell me again what we're doing tomorrow.' 'Walk in the 'hood in the morning, then back to the outer coast,' I said heartlessly. But I suppose I should reconsider. Depends if I am in hostess persona or tourguide persona. (Or doing what I want, which frequently works for tourguiding, but sure failed yesterday. Right now I have her bundled up in my jeans, my turtleneck, my best green sweater. Will take better care of her today, yes, whether we go to the outer coast or no.)

Rivers, Seasons, Thankies

The dam removal blog has been gorgeously informative lately, explaining what Barnard Construction is doing, with photos from angles not shown on the fixed webcams. It includes a link to John Gussman's film clip of the explosion set off on the east corner of the dam face. Thankyous to the Park's information office, for the dam cams and the continuing flow of information.

The upper dam will continue not to have an accessible view point, even after snow melts from the Whiskey Bend Road. Good thing I went and looked from the east buttress before they began. A visual barrier has been erected just there, major fines will be levied for trespassing if you try to look. Once winter is over and the road to Whiskey Bend trailhead reopened, a tour company will be contracted to bring people to some safe spot nearby from which they will be able to see...

I sent someone a link to Tom Waits' "You Can Never Hold Back Spring", been singing it to myself ever since. Thank you, Mr. Waits, for inducing smiles since 2005, when you first gave away the song on the Web.

One of the whales down in lagoons of Baja right now is a true Wanderer, a whale named Varvara who belongs to the nearly extinct Western Gray whale population whose home waters are off Sakhalin Island. She will presumably not be one of the whales I don't see when I start going out to First Beach every week to fail to see the migration passing...

It's Still Winter In the Alleys

Wednesday morning gray weather neighborhood walkabout, mostly in the alleys. This neighborhood has deep lots, and alleys run parallel to the number streets. It looks quite different from back there, history and people's real lives showing. Three back aspects:

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Two unused garages on the alley:

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From the street side:

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Same Bird, Different Tree

Out near Hole-in-the-Wall on Rialto Beach.

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Earlier in the week, COASST sent out an alert about a mini-wreck (outburst of beached birds) and a reminder of the protocol for recording large numbers of birds in a single survey,

Thanks to early reports from Third Beach, Shi Shi, and others, we're seeing an uptick of "true puffins:" Tufted Puffin, Horned Puffin and Rhinoceros Auklet on northern Washington beaches in January. For those of you around for the algal bloom in the fall of 2009 - don't panic! - this is a "mini-wreck" in comparison.

but I was not surveying, just paradin' the beach. Spent more time down near the surfline than up in the drift. But really I don't think there were any dead birds here, no puffins nor anybody else. Though they were being found to the north and south, if any had arrived on the swept-clean Rialto beaches, they were carried off or buried.

Soundscape for Cee

Walkabout In the 'Hood

It was so sunny and crisp on Saturday, Mount Baker stood out clearly even in the middle of the afternoon. I traipsed around the neighborhood in search of an open horizon. From Crown Park (formerly Crown Zellerbach Park, one presumes, for the erstwhile owners of the paper mill below):

Near the corner of 4th and M Streets, Port Angeles, February 4, 2012 (Click for larger image.)The Nippon Paper Mill, the harbor, Ediz Hook, the Strait of Juan de Fuca, Mount Baker white on the horizon, February 4, 2012 (Click for larger image.)

Loverly view, innit? Somewhere down there in that picture, the mill is hard at work building a biofuels plant. The locals in government and industry want the jobs, the cheaper power. Nobody seems to care about the consequences to the planet. "The pollutants that would increase are nitrogen oxide by 6 tons a year, volatile organic compounds by 36 tons a year and carbon dioxide by 231,000 tons per year..." Even the environmentalists, who have gone to court again to try to stop it, are couching their argument in NIMBY terms, the damage to our local air quality. Carbon dioxide, y'all. The plant is going to make the air around here less clear, that's true. But even if that weren't the case, how is it ok to produce all that carbon dioxide in order to save money and make jobs??

I am aware of the contradiction: we are joyfully taking down the dams on the Elhwa River to call the salmon home. The lower dam did produce clean power for some small percent of the mill's needs; but that power has already been replaced by Bonneville power— also clean— pulled out of the grid. Nippon Paper doesn't need the biofuels plant. Bonneville power is, however, part of the system of dams that kills rivers and salmon. Nothing is simple.

Quiet Days for a Shipwatcher

The big ships come and go. Mysterious things go on. Alaskan Navigator has been at the terminal having work done for more than a week. When she first appeared there, floating so high out of the water it looked like you could attach some balloons and carry her off altogether, I had to detour down to the harbor to take a look, not that being up close to her explained anything.

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Back behind Platypus Marine, Aleutian Spirit was 'on the hard', as David Sellars phrases it in his columns for Peninsula Daily News.

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