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We had our company picnic today. Ate food, gave away figurine seconds and got rained on. It ended around 3:00 and since I was at Wildcat Lake already I decided to take the very long way home.
I drove south along the eastern shore of Hood Canal through Dewatto and Tahuya. It's possible to do despite what the maps say. There is a very long stretch of road between Dewatto and Tahuya that starts off with a sign which reads;
Primitive road. No warning signs. Proceed with caution.
It's an official Mason County road, it's just twisting, winding, gravel with no guard rails and lots of cliff. I LOVE my Subaru. I've driven this once before in my Toyota Tercel, which did okay. The Colt would have hated it. With the Subaru it was like driving on ... what? ... pavement. I had lots of fun winding around hairpin cliffs and dropping into reverse turns on creek beds, raising a trail of dust behind me. The view flickered in and out of the tree trunks occasionally showing a bright scene of Hood Canal way down below. I love that drive.
By 5:30 I got to Tahuya on the furthest point south of the North shore of the Canal. I found a small park there. Despite the rain clouds coming down off of the Olympics all day, the sun had found a blue hole by the time I had arrived, and it was incredibly warm. It was reaching for the horizon across the water. At this point in the canal all of the Olympics are north. Directly East of here are the foot hills.
The view was incredible. The hook of the canal is actually very wide. The wind blew off the water, warmed by the sun. The clouds were casting fascinating patterns across the waters surface. The mountains and the foot hills were misty, their color washed out by the afternoon sun and gearing up for a brilliant sunset.
I stood on the shore for a few minutes, not long. I wanted to get back on the road. Miles to go. I turned to walk back towards the car and stopped. Before me a large number of swallows were feeding. Swallows feed in the air by swooping and darting about, catching bugs on the fly. It was a fascinating ballet. I watched them for a few minutes before I realized what I had found.
I turned back around and faced the sun, closed my eyes and focused on not thinking. ...Just feeling the sun, and the air, listening to the birds occasionally chirping, the waves lapping at the gravel, the sounds of the forest. I shut out all the clutter of work, tasks, worry, everything of the day. I shut out everything, story voices, time, music, chores, and let myself think of nothing. I simply listened to the moment. I'd found peace.
We had our company picnic today. Ate food, gave away figurine seconds and got rained on. It ended around 3:00 and since I was at Wildcat Lake already I decided to take the very long way home.
I drove south along the eastern shore of Hood Canal through Dewatto and Tahuya. It's possible to do despite what the maps say. There is a very long stretch of road between Dewatto and Tahuya that starts off with a sign which reads;
Primitive road. No warning signs. Proceed with caution.
It's an official Mason County road, it's just twisting, winding, gravel with no guard rails and lots of cliff. I LOVE my Subaru. I've driven this once before in my Toyota Tercel, which did okay. The Colt would have hated it. With the Subaru it was like driving on ... what? ... pavement. I had lots of fun winding around hairpin cliffs and dropping into reverse turns on creek beds, raising a trail of dust behind me. The view flickered in and out of the tree trunks occasionally showing a bright scene of Hood Canal way down below. I love that drive.
By 5:30 I got to Tahuya on the furthest point south of the North shore of the Canal. I found a small park there. Despite the rain clouds coming down off of the Olympics all day, the sun had found a blue hole by the time I had arrived, and it was incredibly warm. It was reaching for the horizon across the water. At this point in the canal all of the Olympics are north. Directly East of here are the foot hills.
The view was incredible. The hook of the canal is actually very wide. The wind blew off the water, warmed by the sun. The clouds were casting fascinating patterns across the waters surface. The mountains and the foot hills were misty, their color washed out by the afternoon sun and gearing up for a brilliant sunset.
I stood on the shore for a few minutes, not long. I wanted to get back on the road. Miles to go. I turned to walk back towards the car and stopped. Before me a large number of swallows were feeding. Swallows feed in the air by swooping and darting about, catching bugs on the fly. It was a fascinating ballet. I watched them for a few minutes before I realized what I had found.
I turned back around and faced the sun, closed my eyes and focused on not thinking. ...Just feeling the sun, and the air, listening to the birds occasionally chirping, the waves lapping at the gravel, the sounds of the forest. I shut out all the clutter of work, tasks, worry, everything of the day. I shut out everything, story voices, time, music, chores, and let myself think of nothing. I simply listened to the moment. I'd found peace.
