This is a more everyday sort of post due to issues with my computer–but my forays into the woods are frequent, so I am sharing two most recent ones. The mountains above, in the background, are part of the Cascade Range. We see them in breaks between trees around our place on clear days and nights.
With no appreciable rain for three days, I took a risk and ventured out over the week-end. I had fully rested a chronically problematic knee for five days, but still am being careful. It all went fairly well. Saturday we went to a state park close to our city. Today I completed an hour’s walk up and down my neighborhood’s hilly wooded paths, albeit slowly– for me. We’ll start backwards, from today, then move on to the state park.
On Saturday, we headed out to Mary S. Young State Park. It has more deciduous trees–oaks and big leaf maples, “junky” alder that seems everywhere and I still can appreciate–than is usual in our bigger forests. (I enjoy coniferous trees a bit more.) So there is an open feeling to it that can feel disconcerting at first though lovely despite bare branches making trees seem more scrappy and thinned out. Ivy, though pretty, runs amuck in the Pacific NW; there was evidence that foresters and volunteers had been at work thinning some areas. Ubiquitous moss, a favorite, is so transformative of trees and rocks. I stop often to admire what it is up to.
The brilliant sky took my eyes upward; the air was crispy clear, making cheeks cold and bright. It was good to be out there, at last. We passed smiling people on the trails. The sense of relief and pleasure was plapable, and cavorting dogs at the off-leash dog park seemed to feel it, too. (The following photos are only a few due to iCloud glitches.)
Happy dogs greeted each other and played as they do, their owners also socializing. We sometimes miss a dog in our lives! We’ll be back soon since there are a number of flatter trails on 128 acres to traverse until my knee is very strong again. Then it’s back to more hills, perhaps moutainous slopes.