It’s a small peeve in a world crushed in a vice grip of problems. Two burgers, toss the lettuce and onion. Drinks. Fries. A bag. Napkins. Don’t bother to find a bin for any of it. Just trash a nice natural area for everyone who comes behind you.
Go home. And take your garbage with you.
These clouds were gorgeous. So I decided to see if my new little Lumix camera was up to a nice capture. I’ve done some adjustments in Photoshop. I have little doubt that spending more time with the manual would produce good results.
This piece of land juts out at the base of the bluffs at Dungeness Recreation Area. It’s taken a beating over the last year and is a fraction of the size it once was. We’ve paid attention to it because from time to time it’s been a perch for a passing eagle and lots of seagulls.
Here’s what it looked like about 18 months ago when we were shocked to discover a photographer and model had scrambled onto it for a photo shoot.
The trail along the Dungeness Recreation Area bluffs continues to erode, chunk by chunk. Before this part of the trail was rerouted we were shocked to suddenly discover a gap alongside it where land had previously been.
The margin of vegetation previously extended alongside the trail where the land now has a gaping hole. Wind, erosion, sandy soil, and waves pounding at the base of this cliff take their toll. Terra firma isn’t so firm here.
Incidentally, the curve of white you see in the distance in these shots is the surf hitting the Dungeness Spit, the longest natural sand spit in the United States. At its tip, a bit over 5 miles in the distance, is the (unseen) New Dungeness Light Station.
The lands of the Dungeness Recreation Area are frosted with blossoms of native serviceberries (amelanchier alnifolia) these days.
Also called saskatoons, in summertime these showy blossoms turn to tiny purple berries. They attract birds, among them one of my favorite visitors, cedar waxwings.
People also eat the abundant berries though they can be a bit mealy. We met a Native American woman harvesting them for pies and other treats one summer and a couple of Eastern Europeans who were convinced they’d found wild blueberries. Some trees have better berries than others. I suspect the soil quality is a big factor.
This trail was created a year or two ago to reroute walkers from the ever-eroding bluffs at Dungeness Recreation Area. It’s well used and naturalizing nicely. The opposite direction from this view opens up to a beautiful vista of the Olympics on a clear day.
Dungeness Recreation Area.