On Thursday, finally free of the conference, Mich and I took a drive up to the Skagit Valley. Dutch immigrants have been growing tulip bulbs in this area since the 1700's, and this time of year, field upon field of colorful tulips is quite a thing to see. Unfortunately, the tulips weren't blooming yet, but the daffodils were.
We drove past daffodils, across the flat plain of the valley, populated by old farmsteads and barns, to a lonely road leading to what Michele said had been her and Ron's secret spot.
Mich thinks it's an estuary, receiver of tides and prone to flooding. The sea has dumped hundreds of fallen logs here, creating an eerie yet beguiling landscape,especially because it seems isolated and largely undiscovered. We saw lots and lots of cat-tails. Many of their fuzzy heads had exploded.
Michele and Ron used to hike out to the distant knolls, but the terrain tends to be muddy, and it was too wet for us to go very far this time. Someone had put in a small footbridge that hadn't been there the last time Mich was out there, but at first the only living soul visible was a large blue heron that kept turning away every time I tried to take his picture. On the way back to the car, however, we encountered a couple walking their dog.
This place doesn't seem to be on the map, and is not easy to find. Hopefully, only locals know about it. If you want to know where it is, you'll have to come out here and let Michele show you.
We drove past daffodils, across the flat plain of the valley, populated by old farmsteads and barns, to a lonely road leading to what Michele said had been her and Ron's secret spot.
Mich thinks it's an estuary, receiver of tides and prone to flooding. The sea has dumped hundreds of fallen logs here, creating an eerie yet beguiling landscape,especially because it seems isolated and largely undiscovered. We saw lots and lots of cat-tails. Many of their fuzzy heads had exploded.
Michele and Ron used to hike out to the distant knolls, but the terrain tends to be muddy, and it was too wet for us to go very far this time. Someone had put in a small footbridge that hadn't been there the last time Mich was out there, but at first the only living soul visible was a large blue heron that kept turning away every time I tried to take his picture. On the way back to the car, however, we encountered a couple walking their dog.
This place doesn't seem to be on the map, and is not easy to find. Hopefully, only locals know about it. If you want to know where it is, you'll have to come out here and let Michele show you.
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