Sky Watchers ~ the lodge

This is the Bed & Breakfast Pleasant Lodge on Missouri River Lane; open all season to river water travelers.  Mostly clear skies available daily.  Soak up the gentle ambiance of Missouri River and relax with your sweetie on the quiet banks surrounded by tall cottonwoods and river willows.  Prices vary according to available space so make your reservations now!


Join in on the fun at Sky Watch Friday. Thanks to everyone there who make it possible each week.

Dreamy sunset, isn’t it?


Prayers for two friends

There are two friends I am continually thinking about today:   Edith and Jane are fighting hard battles with cancer. Please keep these two beautiful women in your prayers.  One lives in Wisconsin and the other just down the road from us.

Life is short and we have never too much time for gladdening the hearts of those who are traveling the dark journey with us. Oh be swift to love, make haste to be kind. Henri Frederic Amiel


Coastal Hike ~ Cape Alava

bone ~ I have not had much time since we returned from the beach to sit down and process our photos.  We have too many images, of course; but because of the very overcast, marine weather at the time the majority of them are of a muted, misty atmospheric landscape.  Because of some requests to continue posting images from the coast here are a few of our flora & fauna observations.  This bone to the left used to belong to a large sea mammal.  Anyone of you know what the bone might be?  The photos all enlarge.

~ Below is a resident deer on Cape Alava beach which is the western most point in these lower/ upper 48 states.  If you Google Cape Alava this deer pops up a lot in the images.  The coastal deer spend their lives getting soaked, but seem to thrive on the numerous beach munchies they find everywhere on the strand and also on the hilly belt between ocean and the deep forest .


This beach was the smelliest beach I’ve ever walked upon, not withstanding the decomposing corpse of a sea lion just a few meters to the north. I noticed those campsites directly upwind of that poor creature were all empty.  It was quite the aroma. Generally however, this beach seemed to be the ocean’s northern backwater and you could barely hear the surf because of the wide shelf of rocks and shallow marshes which separated it from the open sea.  Whew. It reminded me of some literary images from Ursula Le Guin’s Earth Sea Trilogy. I guess the ocean needs a big place to wash up and store its decaying materials to begin the recycling process.   I think this Cape was it.  The ocean is out there some where…


And, this trail climbs up from the beach to the long hike back — our campsite at Lake Ozette Campground, which was not stinky being that the wind blows constantly, as you will recall.

The boardwalk was wrought with peril and you would not want to hike it in the darkness.  The forest is beautiful and the tall trees are entrancing — gaze upon them and consider their age!  Everywhere you look there is something growing; each square mm is consumed by plant life. Ah, the abundance of the rain forest.


SWF ~ horses, geese & sky

We spent the last three days taking my parents down the Upper Missouri River (separate trips made for each parent) as a special outing for their 50th Anniversary coming up early next month.  We wished to take them together down the River but felt the canoe would be more comfortable for everyone if we only had three in the boat.  We have wanted to do this trip with them for several years and this summer everything came together including their good health and favorable weather, which was a little on the warmish side — 100 degrees yesterday.   However, we started off early in the morning, were picked up before the heat became unbearable and they were very good sports and very appreciative.  Here is a morning shot of one of the scenes we witnessed.


Join in on the Sky Watch fun at SWF.

Below is another tranquil shot of a Missouri reflection.  It looks inviting, does it not?  Well, I’m here to tell you that the water was just the right temperature to cool off in and still keep the trout happy.  Trout like it cool!  After yesterday, so do I!


Beach Logs

Another shot of the beach near Hole in the Wall.  I always marvel at the huge beach logs there.  My sister in law and my brother spent their anniversary on Rialto in February and related the story of how they sat in the warm winter sunshine and watched the high tide rise so much that they were poised to move off their big log.  It became clear how the winter storms on the Peninsula are able to cast these huge trees so far up onto the beach.  Some of them so far as to even land inside the forested zone; stripped of all their bark and rolled smooth by time and the salty waves of the sea.  What power is hidden inside a tree that it can grow to be so large and what massive might of the ocean to be able to simply lift that Cedar or Sitka Spruce onto the beach like a toothpick where they make their final rest.


This photo is of myself on what we named Seal Beach or Beach Three, because we always see seals there.  And we were not disappointed that day.  One popped up in the surf so close to me that I was a bit startled.  They always just stare at you with those big brown eyes which Harbor seals have.  Ah, to be able to swim like a seal!  I am about 5’5″ and this tree root is amazing.   Vanity note: If my jacket looks poofy it is because I have on about 4 layers including my wool sweater.  The humidity and wind was getting to me.


And this photo was taken at Cape Alava where some visitor had fun lining up the rocks onto the big logs.  Please enlarge to see how long these trees were.


Inner Voice ~ OSI

Luck would have it
we are caught here, cornered
by our own enthusiasm,
stranded in a north wind.

We wait,
tucked onto a piece of sand and gravel
sheltered by gnarled, old trees whose name
I would not know they are so twisted
and worn glossy by the water.
The ocean hugs the lake in an awkward embrace to the west
and I imagine to hear the surf on the beach
as we find discarded mussels near the lake’s edge
dropped here by sea birds.

In the darkness we lie, some feet away
the embers of our weary fire flinch
from the half-gale blowing in staggered gusts
right through the walls of the tent.

The wind is blowing the world away

and the familiar voices
of my own
I can only pretend to hear
talking gasps and whispers
among themselves in places
that I know
muffled words as through a tunnel
from very far away
carried by the wind
out to sea.


Please join us at One Single Impression for more poems on the prompt this week which is “Inner Voice”.

Circles on the coast

A spider’s web on Lake Ozette.  There are so many creatures in that place which make the lake their home.  We saw eagles out on Eagle’s Point where we camped; saw many grebes, watched the fish jump, heard loons and raccoons, saw deer, and had baby banana slugs attached snugly to our canoe in the morning.  The creator of this web however was tightly tucked back into the dewy morning.


Driftwood from an ancient tree on the beach helps my thoughts wander off into a different dimension.


A misty day on Cape Alava. This required a 6.8 mile hike on treacherous boardwalk through an enchanted rain forest.


In the tide pools are treasures to ponder, admire and let be.