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Tour de Dung 2, the gals

Here are some of the women who raced in the Tour de Dung on Saturday. And it bears repeating: It’s not off-roading through barnyards. It’s “Dung” as in “Dungeness.”

There aren’t as many women racers as men, but there’s a good enough turnout that it looks competitive. Bikers will race again this coming Saturday. If you’re local, do watch out for bicyclists and give them wide berth.

This competition is billed as a good warm-up competition for early season racing. I’ll post some final Tour photos tomorrow.

Tour de Dung 1, the guys

The bicyclists rolled into town yesterday for the annual “Tour de Dung.” “Dung,” as in “Dungeness,” the location. The Sequim Daily Photo roadside experts (moi) concluded that there were a lot of them. Today the guys pedal by. I’ll post shots of some of the gals tomorrow.

We had March “rainshadow” weather, everything but sleet and snow. Light mist turned to rain and then the wind picked up. And there was sun by the time it was all over. For the casual viewer standing idly by it was cold.

Bicycles are quiet vehicles and there’s not a lot of conversation. But there’s a palpable rush of wind and energy as the tide of racers passes.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day to you of the Irish persuasion!

Winter light

I may have posted a view of this spot before. It’s part of my regular walking route at Dungeness Recreation Area. It regularly grabs me because it’s so nicely situated to catch slices of light in the late afternoon and early evening. During winter it’s particularly nice to emerge from the nearby forested area and see the light radiating across this part of the trail ahead.

Winter windsurfing

We’ve had blustery winds over the last couple of days. They make me want to say inside with a good book. Obviously, others see it differently. There was a lot of windsurfing action off Cline Spit yesterday.

The wind chill took temperatures down into the 30s. Wetsuits and plenty of action probably helped but I don’t think it was a day to linger in the water. They built up a lot of speed while they sailed. Their wakes help tell the story.

At least one fellow went airborne repeatedly. I couldn’t get the shot I wanted but this will help you get the idea.

Five Acre goats revisited

One of my very first posts on the Sequim Daily Photo was a photo of a pair of goats that resided at the Five Acre School located next to the east side of the Dungeness Recreation Area. I was taken by the novelty of a school with live animals and then charmed by the goats themselves. That was in August 2011. More recently first one, then the other goat disappeared. A neighbor confirmed what we suspected: both goats had moved on to proverbial “greener pastures.”

A week or two ago the little goat enclosure was again occupied – by a pair of spry, cute, and slightly agitated little animals. New goats! I couldn’t wait to tiptoe over a few days later and take a closer look.

The goats had settled down by last weekend. I know very little about goats but these guys are really cute. They stood watching me quietly as I took their portraits.

Both goats have thick and very soft-looking coats and I have no doubt that they are already adored by the children at the Five Acre School.

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Family portrait

This doe and two fawns stopped and posed last summer.

There’s good cover and plenty of forage in the Dungeness Recreation Area, but the deer still generally prefer back and front yard plantings in the nearby neighborhood, even when the plants are natives that grow wild nearby. Still, they make better neighbors than some I’ve had.

The Sunlight Event

Here’s another image of the Dungeness Recreation Area that I took during our Sunlight Event last Thursday. I managed two post-worthy shots before the sun returned to winter pallor. I shouldn’t complain. Our weather’s been mild compared to much of the world and for that I’m grateful.

My husband has taken to pointing out all the budding branches he can find and regularly observes new signs of spring. That’s welcome optimism.