The wetlands around Dungeness Recreation Area seem to be brimming with water this year. Since hunting has ended there, ducks have begun showing up, too.
Category: Dungeness
March sunset
Sunday sunset
Color layers
I know we’ve officially made it to spring but here’s something I’ll concede to liking about winter: I like the colors of the landscape around the marshes at Dungeness Recreation Area. The bleached golden grasses, the blue sheen of water, burgundy stripe of wild roses, grey green of lichen in the winter bare trees, and the scruff of evergreen that dots above. And when it comes around, I love the blue sky. The grass is starting its rebirth now. You can see it mixing fresh growth amid the gold.
Anticipating Mother Nature
I’ve mentioned before that erosion is a problem along the bluffs of Dungeness Recreation Area. Two or three stretches of bluff trail have been rerouted in the past four years that we’ve lived here.
A new trail has been started near the southern edge of the bluff trail. It will route walkers well back from the edge, which has given way once already just in the time we’ve walked there.
This is the existing trail. The fence at the right is only a year or two old but is losing ground. And the orange cone? An attempt to stop walkers from scaling the hill ahead, a piece of which recently collapsed.
Tour de Dung again
Tour de Dung 2014
Yesterday was the annual Tour de Dung bicycle races. That’s “Dung” as in “Dungeness,” the region in Sequim where the races are held. This race is held annually to prove how ridiculously slow I am at photographing speeding bicycles. (Sorry to the many bicyclists who have shown up on my editing screen cut in half. I’m glad you haven’t seen yourselves.) Yeah, and there’s something about bikes and races and stuff.
This is the first of two weekend races. There will be more next Saturday as well.
Local drivers, please have a care – and patience, if necessary. The race is well organized and cars accompany racers. But there are a lot of bicyclists on the road, singles and in groups. Bicyclists appreciate your sharing the road. And, for my part, I didn’t like avoiding a head-on collision with a truck that was hell bent on passing a bicyclist on the shoulder.