With my musical ventures on the endangered activities list, I've been making time some a few day's a week to write. I thought I might post some of my attempts to chronicle my retired life. Here we go.
Spring, 2025 - Entry I
THE LAST MONDAY IN APRIL
It’s the first cloudy day we’ve had in week. Dawg is snuggled up next me in bed. She is having a dream that involves running. I am guessing her dream involves chasing seagulls off the beach. There is rain in the forecast for later in the day but I doubt it will rain here. There is a minus low tide this morning so it might be a good day for dawg and I to dig some perch bait (sand shrimp) and rake up some clams for dinner later.
Charlie and I really enjoyed the beautiful spring weather the last few days. After she finished up with work on Friday, we biked and hiked into the National Park to go bear watching. It’s an annual spring event. We saw two black bears, a couple dozen black tailed deer and a group of 11 elk. The only bad part was that I lost the best pair of sunglasses I have ever owned. I had them for three years, the longest I have ever kept a pair of sunglasses.
The first Tuesday in May
I took a break from the writing thing and bought new sunglasses. They are better than the last pair but I miss my old ones. We had a great weekend. I finally brought my bike in for its annual tune up. It will be ready tomorrow.
Saturday
We drove 80 minutes west and arrived at the trailhead in a downpour. There were an unusual number of cars and it bummed me out a little. We often have the place to ourselves. It turned out that most the cars belonged to salal pickers, I am guessing they were gathering for floral arrangements for Mother’s Day next weekend. After waiting out the shower in the car, we made the two-mile hike out to the coast. We were greeted by blue skies, a very low tide, a vast empty beach to explore, and no wind. It doesn’t get much better. We poked around one of our favorite places, checking out the tide pools and climbing around on big rocks. There were Anemones and giant starfish everywhere. The hike back kicked my ass and made me wonder about when I will die. Oh well. It was a great day.
On Sunday we worked in the yard. Charlie mowed and murdered the PNW version of some weed that looks a little like a dandelion but has a tap root that runs down the earth’s core. I edged the front sidewalks with the short spade and used almost all of our lithium powered yard tools…It made me feel very suburban (and eco-friendly).
Dawg slept in the sun when she wasn’t getting in the way. At the end of the day, we took dawg down to the most beautiful beach on the straight. Late in the day on Sunday is one of the best times to enjoy solitude in the popular spots, even ones that the only the locals frequent. The weather and surf were perfect. The sun was shining through the big waves just before they crashed down. The white contrast of the breakers against the blue sky and mountains put me in a really good place. Charlie got to see the newly arranged beach around the river mouth at low tide and found a couple pretty pieces of clear quartz. Our old dawg had a little burst of puppy and munched on shrimp shells that had washed up. She loves that spot.
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