The fog crowded the shoreline as I walked along the harbor edge of the Port Angeles Trail today. It has been a year since I walked this section. It starts downtown at the Port Angeles waterfront. I had planned to climb the tower at City Pier when I first arrived, but the fog was so dense that it hid the view. So I didn’t bother.
The first person I passed on the trail was an older man who was busy cleaning up what someone’s dog had left behind.. I am certain he was wondering why people don’t use the doggie bags that are posted at each end of the trail. I guess I was wondering the same thing.
Large rose bushes grow along one section of the trail providing a pleasant distraction. The plant blooms are receding but the rose hips provide their own display this time of year. I watched as several people stopped to get a close-up view, as did I.
As I continued to walk, the fog moved farther out exposing the shoreline. Past Ennis Creek a couple of older men were slowly walking along, one with a cane and the other man carefully gauging his speed to stay beside his friend. We chatted a few minutes about the weather and one of them told me we could bottle this perfect weather. We just needed some quart jars and then we should boil it for 30 minutes. If only it was that easy to preserve a day like this. I really would love to have a jar to open on a gray winter day.
I continued on until I was a bit beyond the temporary detour that takes us around an environmental clean-up site. Then I knew that if I didn’t head back, I might be beyond the parking limit, and a parking ticket would destroy the joy of my walk.
As I neared Francis Street Park, I noted a work of art in the park. I decided to walk the stairs to street level and check it out. It wasn’t visible when I walked east, but from the west it is hard to miss.
The sun was out when I returned to the City Pier and I was grateful that I had decided to walk this morning.
Mary Writes 