The 3 Crabs Restaurant, once a pilgrimage on many a tourist’s itinerary, was demolished over the course of a week last month leaving little more than a foundation, a chain link fence, and a porta-potty.
The building above had stood since 1958 and was sold to the state Department of Fish and Wildlife as part of a habitat restoration project. The restaurant was adjacent to tidelands and estuary habitat and the 52-acre property will provide beach access and eventually support efforts to restore salmon habitat.
In the meantime I was amused to see that State Parks hasn’t wasted any time in encouraging the public to bring along a Discover Pass in case anyone wants to spend time touring the exciting fence and foundation.
We took a late walk last week just as the full moon rose. It was one of those perfect, heavenly autumn evenings.
Earlier this week I posted a photo collage of the Dungeness River. There’s currently a huge run of spawning pink salmon. A day or two ago I found a better vantage point for fish-watching. There were dozens of fish, literally as far as the eye could see. And the closest ones – drat! – were hanging out in the shade.
Here’s a variation on that old “Where’s Waldo?” theme. There are seven fish in this shot. Can you see them?
This pink salmon run is being called the biggest since 1963. Spawning ground surveyors have counted more than 100,000 fish in the Dungeness, all of which are wild-born (they are not hatchery fish).
The local paper announced that there is an historically high run of pink salmon spawning in the Dungeness River right now. I had to go take a look. The part of the river that I visited was not optimum for viewing the fish as they struggle up the river, against the current. But I came home with portraits of the water surface, almost Impressionistic, that I rather like. And there are fish mixed in here, too.
It’s been a great year for native saskatoons or western serviceberry (amelanchier alnifolia). The berries grow on trees of varying sizes in the Dungeness Recreation Area and they’re ripe this month. They’re a favorite of cedar waxwings and small flocks converge on the trees for feasts.
One of our neighbors snacks on these berries and we started grazing, too. Until this year, we were the only humans we saw eating them. This month we met a Cherokee woman who was gathering the berries for a pie and a day or so later encountered an Eastern European couple who insisted they were a type of wild blueberry. In fact, it’s a member of the rose family.
We came across this flock of California quail (Callipela californica) feeding along the trial last Saturday. I’m posting this not because I think it’s a particularly nice photo but because I was impressed at how many of them there were. I understand that in prolific breeding years quail can have two broods with up to 20 eggs per clutch. I count 29 here, a covey of multiple families.
The wild nootka roses are beginning to bloom again. For anyone fond of the adage, “stop and smell the roses” this is cause for celebration. Their scent is classic, heavenly rose. But my human nose wasn’t the only thing enjoying the roses. This bee was having a field day. It was lingering, almost lounging. If it could have rolled in the pollen I think it would have. And if I’d have been able to turn it into a cartoon, the thought bubble would say – with a French accent – “Oh, ma cherie! It has been so long! My heart has ached for the beauty of your soft petals and the sweetness of your pollen! At last! We are together again!” or, you know, something roughly like that.
And which makes me wonder: did you know that only female bees collect pollen?