Coastal Contemplations

Coastal Contemplations day 6

today too today too… cheating clouds -Issa rain day I’ve planned all along to spend several days on the beaches but on this day the weather forced my hand.  It rained on and off throughout the night and when I woke up it was really coming down. I’d begun to recognize the pattern though: sprinkles become rain, which falls for a spell and then fades away. The sun may even briefly poke through. So during…

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Coastal Contemplations day 5

watching the downpour under a temple bell -Issa sometimes it pours I lingered in Astoria having breakfast out, relishing supplies, finishing my coffee. The skids were cloudy, but streaked with blue and it was warm when the sun worked its way through the cracks.  I made my way out of town the same way I came in, following the waterfront trail.  At the Astoria Bridge the route makes a nice gentle climb into the hills above the…

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Coastal Contemplations

Coastal Contemplations day 4

the ants’ road from peaks of clouds to here -Issa a short ride over a long bridge A grey morning, cooler and every so often brief periods of sprinkles. Today I’d cross the Astoria Bridge to OR and I decided that I would stay the night in Astoria.  I haven’t really spent much time in that town though I’ve been through several times. So with a short ride ahead I was able to linger at…

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Coastal Contemplations

Coastal Contemplations day 3

stillness— in the depths of the lake billowing clouds -Issa wind and water The day dawned grey and cool – a relief after the heat of the last few days. It would break up as the day progressed, leading to blue skies streaked with trails of clouds.  I had many miles to ride this day almost all of it on the highways.  I worked my way up long hills and rolled down the other side,…

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Coastal Contemplations

Coastal Contemplations day 2

dawn’s glow even more of a wonder… willow tree -Issa waiting to exhale I woke at dawn and looking out the door of my tent saw the eastern colors reflecting off the canal and touching the clouds with color. A deep contentment filled me and I sat in for long moments in reflecton. soft colors of dawn reflected on still waters a fish leaps I was up early so even with my usual lingering in camp I was…

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April Bicycle Camping day 5

in hazy night stepping into water… losing my way -Issa It drizzled a bit overnight but by the morning it was dry and grey. As I noted earlier the ferries weren’t really conducive to maximizing my time on Orcas and still getting to the next campground. I had the options of leaving around noon or around five. Three or so would have been ideal, but what can you do?  I was able to do one…

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April Bicycle Camping day 4

  even for the meadow butterflies… the day is long -Issa The plan is to go to Orcas Island and spend some time at Moran State Park.  The ferries aren’t really amenable to maximizing ones time on an island. That is I wanted to go over early this morning and return mid afternoon tomorrow. That’d maximize my time on Orcas. But the ferry was either super early, or late morning.  I opted for late morning.…

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April Bicycle Camping day 3

 “Thus, the sage performs effortless deeds and teaches wordless lessons.” – Lao-Tzu I didn’t have too much riding planned for this day, I primarily desired to visit a few of my favorite spots on Fidalgo Island. But being at Deception Pass State Park – which I haven’t camped at in decades – I decided to explore a bit. The park features a unique dual beach, one side on Cranberry Lake the other on the Sound.…

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April Bicycle Camping day 2

“All through the land an unenlightend person is hard to find.” -Lin-ji (paraphrased) Overnight I came to the decision that I wanted to sit in cafes, on beaches, in the woods, on the sound just taking things in. This morning dawned clear and bright and was going to be another in this series of “summer in April” days. I took care of business in camp and then rode down into Port Townsend. Now due to…

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