We spent most of this week at the cabin again. I just can't help it with this beautiful fall weather. My favorite weather, my favorite time of the year. The first night Yogi got an ear infection so we were up together for many hours and spent the next day at a walk-in clinic in Bellingham. Poor guy. Yogi's had a hard time lately! But the following day we spent back in Crescent Beach wandering the lovely paths on Blackie Spit.
Our time at the cabin is so valuable. It's the only place where the kids get to hear frogs and coyotes at night, where we watch pairs of bald eagles riding the thermals, and hear the strange honking/croaking of the Great Blue Herons as they criss-cross the sky throughout the day. Beck and Yogi even got to hold a little tree frog that they found on the deck. "It feels sticky!" And with the big sky setting we watch the cloud play and the sky colors change, notice the path of the moon and the beginnings of snowfall on the distant mountains. I felt a visceral response in my body as we arrived this time and I walked off my road trance in the fields. It's quiet there. And even with three kids there is a stillness that I can't seem to capture in our life here in the city.
Mom and Ember
We walked along this stream and kept seeing beaver logs. At the end of the walk we spotted their lodge!
In Dunsmuir Gardens...
On Blackie Spit
1 comment:
aren't you lucky to have such a wonderful place to visit and get away from the city. i can see why you would go there as often as you can! we are into the beautiful fall weather and turning leaves here!
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