i love ducks



the carnival ride that ended my ride


a ghoul in a bath robe























































































































































































we all fell hopelessly in love with this cutie~





















































































best Starwars line ever~ " you rebel scum ! "























have you ever pressed a fresh walnut to your nose ?






















walnut !


























4'@12 sec

Chris Olsen is the outdoor adventure photographer who took me out on a surf this week and these are all his photos

we, just loved this place and can't wait to go back~ now that the swell is here~
two boards, two directions and two sea stacks



thanks a million Chris~

video

and yes, that is me surfing, if it can be called surfing~ but look i haven't been on a short board in two years, give me a break

slumping

video

we didn't surf here, there didn't seem to be any trail down to this beach/ who knows how big or small that wave is 2 foot- 4' i don't know. . . 6' ?

video

watching out for fishing nets and deadhead snags

video

easy portage~ should have brought my long board

video

we were both very excited to have the place to ourselves, plus the lack of any type of weather really helped~ a rare sunny, warm air, warm water, small groundswell, is enough around here

video

CO on his first wave, the first of thousands, in the water two days, eight straight hours on Wednesday

Micro Hoh~ endless log jam

Ruby~


Chris and i were both talking about going out on a hike or a climb or a fight, for a surf, to find the elusive Goodman creek, where back in the 1960's Ruth Kirk wrote about going to observe the tidal bore, within the pages of her great The Olympic Seashore



where~ i found a sky full of wonder




so complex and bewildering





white winged scoter






greatest island name~ DESTRUCTION ISLAND







my dream home is abandoned at the end of a horrible road, patrolled by mongrel rez dogs, behind the log jam, sand spit, at the point of a river mouth filthy with wildlife, as soon as we showed up and climbed over the jam to see what was out in the ocean a pack of dogs in solid browns, blacks and tans surrounded us








the initial plan was to kayak down the river, beach it, check the swell and punch it out to sea, around the rocky shoal and 14 miles north to see Goodman creek and on the way camp on Mosquito creek, while towing two surfboards~ look for surf, Duskiya* plump hens and Hoquats*
*kelp haired child thief, floating houseboat people








but. . . the area had just received an inch of rain in 8 hours, and the river was really high and really fast, and we hadn't checked it low for snags, nets or rusting cars











gigantic raccoons stole ours cloths and lunch~ stalked our very selves











how the ocean watches television, for some reason i always find a TV on the beach, who. . .Who decides to drive it to the beach and drown, face down












the river mouth here is creamy with life, these ducks while alive, fly right up to you, squeaking, they have red bills and black feathers and white circles around their eyes, we saw huge salmon leaping high plucking pelicans out of the very air, i saw two harbour porpoises, one black one gray swim right for me, millions of birds sitting on sand spits, the seals here pogo while giving us the eye, circling Bald eagles and fisherman laughing at us, as they pull their nets out of the cold green /opal waters




Chris seeing if we can make it, rock climbing over rotten brittle rock, after we changed our plans, ditched the kayak and loaded up our packs and tried to hike it over Scott's bluff, which we knew can only be rounded at a low tide~ TRAPPED


that tiny guy hiding in the lower right is Chris














we could have stripped down to naked and swam for it, but the swell gets funneled here and crushes the rocks to dust














trapped and looking up, no way out~

















is it going to be a girl or a boy or undetermined, because i need to pick out some flotsam~
















a boy ? name him Debris.


















from here to headland~



















some endless log jam




















thirty-five minute surf check walk~ we don't often get to surf in warm water, or go without hoods and booties, get sunburned two days in a row, with buttered glass swell, all to ourselves, on a little A-frame point, glorious left and rights
















rain swollen, flooded, with the Alder aglow




















































Monkeys ? baby big foot ? chupacabro ?


























































old growth stumps at Oil City road~























favorite line from Ruth Kirk's book about oil city~ NO OIL ~ NO CITY


aquanauts about to float down the river and into the mouths of gravel and cobble rough bar




this is what all the wildlife activity is based upon, including ours~ breeding, struggling through life's journey to find nothing~ death and. . . delicious
tomorrow~ pictures of waves and video
Neil~
































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