This is being posted out of date order and without the usual adds, because it’s an account of the road trip we went on this day! A couple of times a year the Rose of the Sea Teaching Circle plans a “Play Day”, just ‘cuz! I put the plant pix out of chronological order, but the rest of them go with the text.
<<<<<< A flowering currant in Wheeler <<
It seems that there’s always some kind of chaos getting ready to head out on some kind of “expedition”. There really was Wednesday morning as I tried to find all the pieces of what we needed for the day, only about 20% of which even got used!
<<<<<<<< Bells of Ireland <<<<<<<
We had set up a picnic of Tempus’ good bread, ready-sliced, two spreads (onion and tuna, both in a cream cheese base), chicken and ham lunch meat, cheese, grapes, snow peas, carrots, olives, pickled beets and twisters and a really nice Airlee Winery rose, plus a couple of big bottles of iced tea, one a cherry green tea and the other a lemon zinger black, and of course, the mustard/mayo type stuff. We got to use a carrier that I got for Tempus several years ago, that’s specifically for carrying a wine bottle for two. It’s a whole set of glasses, napkins, un-corker and re-corker.
Cat picked us and stuff up and we headed up to Rowan and Marius’. Rowan wasn’t feeling well, so it ended up just being four of us.
I think we must have talked all day! We’re a chattery bunch and just went through all kinds of topics, but I really remember calling attention to the birds on the way up: 2 bald eagles on the Seal Rocks, another in a dead tree, hawks galore, an egret in the Siletz Bay….
The only real stop we made as we headed north was for gas and to change drivers, but we did a loop back around in Beaver so that I could see the “tree house” that everyone else had noticed while I was watching a bird. It was an interesting structure 25 or 30 feet up, but neither on a single post, nor on 4, but 4 all coming together at a point at the bottom. You would think it would tip over!
When we got to Wheeler, having pretty much just rolled on through, I went straight down to the water (well, that’s me….) and out onto the floating docks. I was listening to bird calls and looking for them. There were a lot of geese, honking. A heron flew past, settled on a snag and then later flew back north. I could hear red-wing blackbirds, that I have to assume were on the island, and a bunch of others that I couldn’t identify. I watched the water flowing and the gulls were sitting all over the rickety floating docks.
After a bit we headed up toward the parking lot, then across the street into a couple of antique shops. Mostly I was looking at the prices, since I know that I don’t price things well. Research! Marius says that the Antique Malls in Newport should get lessons from the ones we visited up there! I saw a flower cart that I’m lusting after for the shop….but where would we put it?
When we all met back up we hauled out the food and had our picnic. I stuffed myself. There were some sculptures along the edge of the park, one of which was a bunch of slices of rock balanced on a post. There was one that was made to imitate a bird’s nest, but was large sliced branches and one of driftwood that we kept calling the beaver lodge with a snake!
We were wondering about the “Wheeler Moment”, an insight or good luck that seems to happen to folks when they are there. There’s a clump of energy up in the hills behind it, but I didn’t get much other than that and Marius didn’t pull out his dowsing rods there.
<<< The two blurs in the middle of all that yellow are two ladies packing cheese. <<<
<< Tempus & Me in the Loaf Love Van <<<
Eventually we got to the Cape Meares lighthouse. I didn’t go down to the light… a little far for me without a walker, but I sat under a tree and meditated after exploring a little. There are a *lot* of deer in that park…more deer poop, but also raccoon prints…and poop. <grin>
I picked up some witch moss, plus some bark with moss on for the terrarium, and some pine cones.
< The light (house) at the end of the tunnel <
I was doing the tree meditation and feeling the mist with my needles was a sensation I brought back from that. Of course, Tempus *had* to take a picture…. I was toasty warm in my poncho, the alpaca wool one that Grandma bought me for my birthday, years ago, and the air was refreshingly cool on my face. I could hear the ocean, but just a distant roar. The wind in the trees overwhelmed the sound. Seagulls were crying and I heard what I’m pretty sure was an eagle, and an awful lot of crows. One might have been a raven, because the sound was more of a “qwonk”, but the rest were definitely a whole murder of crows….
I fell asleep on the way home, hardly waking when we changed drivers, and we got home 8-ish. I ate and went to bed while Tempus talked to Amor…the loonies were awake until 2am!
What a day!