A marvelous break in the gray, February skies unfolded for a second straight day. Opportunity knocks.
Don't knock this rare opportunity I told myself, and come noon, I was lacing up my boots and ready for a Friday afternoon adventure, one well suited for playing hooky from house chores. I was headed for one of my favorite local perches, a solid conglomerate stone outcrop rising at the delta mouth on the North Fork of the Skagit River.Delta Rock. A solid outcrop surrounded by sand, saltwater tides and brackish estuarine marsh. |
My goal for the afternoon was to be enveloped within this sensuous experience I had wandered into. I basked in the sun sitting high on the rock. I lied on a drift of gray, micaceous sand that sparked in the cloudless sky as the fine grains slipped between my fingers. I inhaled the scent of saltwater brine before me. I listened to the subtle breeze in the junipers clinging to the stone face behind me. The air was punctuated by the call of enthusiastic shore birds. It was good to be alive.
I lifted myself up from my bed of sand, choosing to climb to the top most point on my perch where sea and land meet. I stroll to the crest of my perch, only to find that I am not alone in my enjoyment of this spot.
My ascent is eyed by a bald eagle. We watch one another. I unobtrusively attempt to take a few photos of my perch companion. I am allowed a few frames before my eagle mate expresses its wishes to find another solitary station.
My eagle takes flight. I wish it well as it departs with a majestic span of extended wing and I feel a bit boorish for causing it to leave our shared high perch.
With the bald eagle gone, I settle in to notice a few other powerful avian hunters in the bare limbs and in flight overhead.
Feathers free and unfurled, a new raptor circles my perch on Delta Rock.
Another large bird flies in low over my head. I know the destination of this big bird, it's headed for Oak Harbor Naval Base directly west of me on Whidbey Island.
The tide rises and covers the sand bars and the spit that extended from Delta Rock when I first arrived. All is now submerged, or soon will be. I survey my return route back across the flooded estuary and wonder if the high tide will make my passage back more difficult. I think not, but time to go back after a most pleasant solitary afternoon among sea, sand, stone and a few fine feathered friends.
The edge of the incoming tide erases the ripples from the last tide. |
The tide comes in quickly across the flat, ripple marked beach, covering my exploratory boot prints from moments earlier.
Time and Tide wait for no man I am told. With the incoming tide, I decide it is time to trace my boot prints back across the stagnant shallow pools between dormant marsh grasses and cat tails.
It was a good day at Delta Rock.
As always, Enjoy the Journey.