Seeing The Thirteenth Redd

On Thursday M and her friend counted 12 steelhead redds in their assigned stretch of creek. Last night at dusk we walked down into the nearby stretch, and she showed me how to recognize the disturbed gravel patch which means it's a place where a fish dug a hole and buried eggs. I put on her waders and pretended to see what she was pointing out. Maybe I saw. I certainly got to experience the bliss of standing in the middle of the creek...

Closer To The Ocean

The maples have their catkins blooming, and leaves beginning to leaf out. I dreamed last night the tide was full in the bays and inland waters I drove past yesterday. There's a cherry tree out the window in fullest dress.

I'm in my friend M's cabin in the woods behind Port Angeles. An agenda-less spy trip. Look at places to rent, poke around town. Go out to the ocean. The real ocean. I read the apartment ads in the paper yesterday. M tells me I can stay with her as much as I want, and that she might go away next winter and I could sublet. We'll see.

Day rose beautiful. There will be pictures later, but around here you go when the weather says go.