Gratitude 2025

 

I hope this finds you and your loved ones well this holiday season. While I don't blog much anymore, I still try to at least write a Thanksgiving post as an exercise in gratitude. 

As I've progressed along the trail of life, I've lost more family and friends the last few years. I'd like to express my gratitude for the life of my good friend Don. He passed suddenly in September, and his lack of physical presence leaves a void in my life.

At Twin Falls on a very rainy hike with Don

 

Don and I worked together back in the early 2000s and continued our friendship beyond co-workers. Together with another friend, we were founding members of the "Sunday Morning Church of Tea" at Miro Tea in Ballard, where we had relaxing conversation about the week just passed while sipping fine tea. Don was a reserved but very smart, kind man. He was also a font of information, active in the state and national American Society of Landscape Architects, and raved about the tamales and chiles he grew up eating in Taos, New Mexico. (He even shot pool with Dennis Hopper when he was a teenager in Taos.)

If you follow Pacific Northwest Seasons on Instagram or FaceBook, you might have noticed more mushroom photos the last couple years. I'm grateful for the abundant and varied fungi that grow here in western Washington. I find them endlessly photogenic, intriguing, and weirdly wonderful. 

Amanita muscaria, NOT edible but hallucinogenic

 

I treasure invites from a good friend to join her for foraging expeditions, seeking chanterelles and morels, each spring and fall. Those trips are a combination treasure hunt, forest bathing, and fun spending time with good people. And of course I can't divulge where we go to forage. :)

  

 It goes without saying (but I'll say it) that I'm so very grateful for friends and family. So this year I'll mention my gratitude for my formerly feral cat Mittens, also known as Yuki. I can't believe she's still with us at 17 going on 18, after 10+ years surviving outside with her colony dodging coyotes, cars, raccoons, cold snaps, and who knows what else.

 I actually thought I was losing her just a couple days ago, but once again she has bounced back from an IBD flare-up, but for who knows how long. All I can do is try and appreciate each moment of kitty kisses, being trapped with her purring on my lap, and her general spicy character that makes me laugh. There's even a Team Mittens group of friends who help me hold her when she gets her daily meds. 

 As always, I'm grateful for my home region, where I've lived all but 4 years of my life. The Pacific Northwest, specifically western Washington and Oregon, is deep in my bones. Some of my ancestors landed and settled in Seattle in the 1860s, which I realize is not that long ago compared to the Coast Salish peoples who have lived here for thousands of years. 

 

With humanity's excesses, our remaining forests, rivers, lakes, and the sea, for which I'm so grateful, are suffering. I urge us all to be as conscientious as possible about our driving, buying habits, and general consumption to lessen the impacts of these changes while there's still (?) time to minimize the worst effects of a changing climate and plastic pollution in our oceans.

  

 I could ramble on more about gratitude (swimming in the Salish Sea, skiing and hiking with good friends in the Cascades, farmers markets, my two book clubs, my Zen community, good tea, kind people, etc.). But who reads long blogs anymore? (Thank you to the few of you who do.) 

Happy holidays, and may this post spur you to also think about your current list of things for which you're grateful. If you feel so inclined, I would love to hear about some of your gratitude list in a comment below.

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Low Tide Gifts from the Sea

Every year around the summer solstice, we see the lowest tides of the year along Salish Sea/Puget Sound shorelines. While there are almost as low tides in December, wouldn't you rather explore the beach in June too?

You'll find me out there clutching my camera(s), roaming the beaches near my home. I'm fortunate that there is a great beach for exploring only a 10-minute drive away. Volunteer naturalists from places like the Seattle Aquarium are out there to answer questions and point things out.

It's a beach party.

About a dozen years ago, a wasting disease gutted the sea star population along the West Coast of North America (I'm not sure about elsewhere). So I've been thrilled the last few years to see so many healthy sea stars, which I grew up calling starfish.

Ochre sea stars, crimson red sea cucumbers lurking below to the right.

 

Last year I spotted a now-rare sunflower sea star that looked healthy, which was a find. Sea star wasting disease killed more than 90% of the sunflower sea stars, according to the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Association.

Sunflower sea star, partially in shadow.

Knowing parking would be difficult near the time of the lowest tide, I came about an hour early and parked at the lot halfway up the hill and walked down, two cameras and my smartphone in hand. After about a 15-minute walk down to Golden Gardens Park in north Seattle, I finally got to the beach and bee-lined towards water's edge.

I stepped carefully, trying to avoid the rich eelgrass habitat and inadvertently stepping on livings things like anemones, crabs, sea stars, or other tidelands life.

“When the tide is out, the table is set” is a familiar saying among Native communities on the Northwest Coast. They developed traditional ecological knowledge that was passed down for generations about intertidal marine resources. I thought of this when I passed a crow jumping around, looking for a meal. And when a squirt of water from a clam burrowed beneath the sand hits me.

Big, flat expanses of exposed sandy beach don't provide the best low tide beachcombing. Instead, I headed to the north beach, where there are more boulders, with sea stars, anemones, sea cucumbers, and such clinging to the large barnacle-encrusted rocks.

 

So many rich colors, shapes, and textures! I'm no naturalist, but I do wonder how their coloring has evolved.

While I roamed quickly during the relatively short low tide window, trying to see as much as possible, chatting with others, calling out when we spot a juicy find, I considered a different path I might have taken in marine biology. But I didn't consider it for long, as I lacked the patience required for scientific methodology in most of my science classes.

Mostly, when I'm out there at our lowest tides, I'm just excited to spot weird, wonderful, and colorful flora and fauna.

How about you? Have you done much low tide exploring here, or anywhere?

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Gratitude 2024: Treasuring it All

 

Here it is, the holiday season yet again, and even if this blog is barely limping along now, I always challenge myself around Thanksgiving to post about gratitude. It's a good exercise, and I hope this season brings you much to be grateful for too.

And I have much for which to be grateful, despite what can seem like unsettled and perilous times.

Mostly, I'm just happy to be here. For this life. For family and friends, the sea so close where I swim regularly (like today) and my swimming community, the mountains relatively close where I hike and ski with good ski and hiking buddies, access to good and healthful food at our local farmers markets, good tea nearby, good bookstores and two book clubs with smart women, and lots more.

And it occurred to me today, I'm grateful for this blog and the years I've put into creating a virtual place to share my thoughts and adventures and photos. Even if, as someone said about 10 years ago, the blogging moment is over, I still treasure this space to come and share when the spirit moves me and time allows.

Beyond that, I could riff on more themes. But given the hectic pace of work and getting ready for the holiday(s), I'll just leave it here. Maybe I'll come back and add more, maybe not.

But thank you for stopping by. I hope you all have a lovely Thanksgiving and holiday season.

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Federation Forest State Park: Walking among the Elders

I'm still here! Sorry, it has been a while since my last post, although I'm still posting photos regularly on other social media platforms (see links at bottom of this post). Enjoy!

While I've spent the majority of my life in western Washington, I can still be surprised by places I've passed often but never visited. Recently I had the surprising pleasure of walking through some remnant old growth forest at Federation Forest State Park near Greenwater, Washington. 

I've seriously driven past this park hundreds of times on my way to skiing at Crystal Mountain or hiking at Mt. Rainier or Chinook Pass and beyond. But on this day, I drove alone to pick up my skis at Crystal Mountain (long story). So I decided to stop wherever on the way home and stretch my legs.

After my usual stop at charming Wapiti Woolies store in Greenwater for some hot tea (and a hat that was on sale), I drove a few miles west on Highway 410 to the park. Only one other car was in the lot when I pulled up; then I started walking through younger forest carpeted in extensive green moss.

Along the way, I spotted springtime treasures, like native trillium that's already past its spring peak in the lowlands.

 

Did I mention that it was a drippy, gently raining day in the mountains? (It was snowing up at Crystal Mountain a few thousand feet higher.) Our Pacific Northwest forests and their inhabitants love a quenching rain, especially the moss.

 As I neared the White River, I started seeing bigger, mossy-trunk trees scattered amongst the youngsters.

I found a side trail heading down to the river's edge and snapped a few shots of the fresh spring green trees across the river. 

While strolling with an eye to the forest floor as much as to the towering trees above, I spotted several tiny fairy slipper native Calypso orchids. I felt that same thrill as when spotting morel or chanterelle mushrooms.

Do you ever tell yourself you should think about turning around, but you're drawn onward? That's how I felt while walking through this forest. I lingered longer than I planned, enchanted by the lush green life all around and sensing secrets held by this ancient forest. And I felt bittersweet, knowing our whole region used to be blanketed by such forest, and today it's fragmented and so little remains.

After about an hour, I turned around and headed back to my car, with a couple other stops to make. I'd like to come back and spend more time on these gentle trails. Have you been? 

Do you have a favorite old growth forest in the region or beyond? I'd love to hear in a comment below!

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Thanksgiving 2023: Still Here and Grateful

 

Happy Thanksgiving season! I have intended on blogging more this year, but somehow the days, weeks, and months are flying by without any updates. So I'm here to say: Still here, lurking, and grateful, as always.

In the photo below, I'm swimming in the Salish Sea, which I've been doing a lot this past year. If you follow other Pacific Northwest Seasons social media accounts (see links below), you'll see numerous shots from regular swims in the sea with the Selkies, my homegrown swimming pod.

Honestly, "wild" swimming has moved ahead of hiking, kayaking, and even skiing as my primary outdoors activity this past year. Lots of gratitude for the Salish Sea, swimming in the sea, new friends (and old) who share this passion with me, and for the friendly seals we see quite often while we swim.

Of course I'm grateful for getting outdoors and the joy of movement, especially for some spectacular days hiking along the Highline Trail in Glacier National Park last summer. I am intending on blogging about it and likely will. It was such a thrill and joy to be invited by some good friends to be a part of a fun, scenic, rewarding, and memorable adventure!

Grinnell Glacier overlook, Glacier National Park, Montana

Bighorn sheep, awfully close to the trail. Glacier National Park.

I'm also grateful for my little fur nugget, Mittens (aka Yuki - it's a long story), who has been inside sharing my home for almost 2 years now after living outside as a feral for almost 10 years. While she's still quite skittish, she is the most affectionate cat I've been fortunate to call my pet (number four). 

I can tell I'm rusty on blogging, as this is a bit of a slapdash post. But while there is a lot be be concerned and alarmed about in our world today, there is much to be grateful for as well. I have always cultivated simple pleasures in my life, like the perfect pot of tea each morning, talks (and now more texts) and walks with friends and family, mini road trips and getaways like the marvelous day last Friday with two dear friends to get fresh seafood on Hood Canal, and so much more.

Hamma Hamma Oysters, Hood Canal, WA

While I would like to be a bit more profound, I'll keep it simple this year. I'm just happy to be here, for good health, for good friends and dear family, and the beauty of my home region. 

If you found your way here and are still reading, I'd love to hear some things you're grateful for this year in a comment below.

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Winter 2023 in the Pacific Northwest: It's a Wrap

 

Did you have a good winter this year? 

Winter is finally loosening its grip here in the Pacific Northwest. The mountains are still getting snow, and plenty of it, so spring skiing will continue well into April.

As I write this, it's raining and cold out (in the high 30sF), after a few teaser days of sunshine and temps in the low 60s. I'll be skiing this weekend in fresh snow. But I know it's not for long now, and spring is really happening.

For this skier and nature nerd, the last few months have offered some great days on the slopes and trails. The new year began with, of course, a swim in the Salish Sea on a cold, breezy day. What an exhilarating way to start the new year!

Ballard Wild Swimmers on New Year's Day

My swimming pod kept it up all season with some glorious cold sunny days and stormy, rainy days. We made it through the winter swimming/dipping every week, and one week went every other day!

Sunset swim, Shilshole Bay, February 10, 2023

My ski season started in January (my Ikon ski pass has blackout dates over the holidays), with plenty of snow coming down at Crystal Mountain, just north of Mt. Rainier, SE of Seattle. It was snowing all day, which is a true test for goggles (mine earned about a grade D). But always a thrill nonetheless.

Taking a break on a warm-up run in off Forest Queen, Crystal Mountain

My next trip up in February was a perfect bluebird morning, with the mountain out in all its hunky fabulousness. We had to stop and get the requisite top of Green Valley with Rainier in the background shot. I have many shots of myself and friends here over the years.

But the peak skiing this past winter was my first trip north of the border to Whistler-Blackcomb in over 20 years. The village had grown beyond recognition from my last visit, but then the Olympics there in 2010 gave it a boost. We cross-country skied the first afternoon and last morning, bracketing a glorious day skiing mostly at the top of Blackcomb on Seventh Heaven and Glacier Express area.

Top of Seventh Heaven, with Coast Range beyond.

I enjoyed my first real après ski in years at the Wizard Grill in Whistler Village. You're never too old to dance and group sing along. While we made our own breakfasts at our timeshare in the village, we also had a great dinner out at Caramba, a popular Italian restaurant.

Girls' weekend

Between trips to Crystal and Whistler, there were some winter walks in the woods in some Seattle parks. There's beauty in the sparse winter forest too. A steady rain accompanied me during a January walk in South Seattle's Seward Park below. 

As winter drew to a calendar close last weekend (and temps broke 60 degrees F!), I celebrated with a hike with some of my favorite women in one of my book clubs (Alpine Trails) at one of my favorite places (Deception Pass State Park). I took off my jacket and enjoyed the relative warmth in such a beautiful place.

Deception Pass Bridge

And the day before, I also celebrated the end of winter/coming spring with a swim with the S Pod (or most of it) on a brilliant late winter day.  While the water is still pretty darn cold and won't really start warming up for another several weeks, we lingered on the beach in the sun afterwards. It was marvelous.

As Seanna said, towel sarongs are a thing here.

So that's a taste of a Pacific Northwest winter in western Washington/British Columbia. The weather has been a bit colder than whatever normal used to be. It has been a great ski season, but we're looking forward to warmer and drier days ahead.

How was your winter?

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