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A
large flock of tiny Sanderlings darted around, swooping and
turning in tandem. We wondered how they all knew just when
to turn.
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A
few miles further down the road we stopped for lunch beside
one of the many seastacks in the area.
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This
was the view from the lunch perch. The waves gently crashed
against the shore as the tide came in.
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Since
we were in the area, we decided to take a side trip up to
Hurricane Ridge, where there's a wonderful lookout over the
peaks of the Olympic Mountains. My gosh, where's the beautiful
green meadow?
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The
usually green, green grass of the sub-Alpine meadows was parched
and scorched by the long drought. The dark shadow in the distance
is Canada, and the faint white blur towards the right is Victoria,
BC..
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Here's
a closeup of Mount Olympus. Most of the mountains were bare,
but Mount O still had snow remaining.
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Drat
it, I chose to go for a walk while Tim set his equipment
up, and look who walked right past him! I was busy loping
across a huge field, trying to photograph one of their pals,
leaping across the path right in front of me..
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Later
I caught up with one of them and she patiently waited for
me to snap the picture before she vanished behind the tree.
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Tim
watched a raven having great fun jumping up and down trying
to catch grasshoppers. And with that, we decided to head towards
home, after a stop at the Mariner Cafe in Sequim, which has
become a tradition.
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On the
way back to the ferry, we took a picture of the sign which
had caused us so much mirth and merriment during the day.
I googled it when I got home, and yes, pluots have existed
since 1989. Where HAVE we been? How did we miss an awesome
word like that?
Final
Score of the Day
Orcas
and Bald Eagles: |
Two
thumbs down |
Beachcombing
and Deerstalking: |
Two
thumbs up |
Pluots: |
Priceless! |
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