November 29, 2009

Seeing Stars

Walking along the Pacific Northwest coast means walking along tide pools thriving with life - life that becomes exposed to the air and our eager eyes during low tides. We spent one especially memorable afternoon moving among rocks piled with Ochre sea stars and I got a little carried away with taking pictures of their artistically arranged bodies against the barnacled, seaweed-choked rocks and fine gray beach sand.



After the second young person to see the orange sea star on the rock above called out happily, “It's Patrick!”, I finally found out they were referring to the five-armed, orange companion to that yellow, pant-wearing cartoon sponge who lives under the sea. That's what I get for being old enough to have missed the SpongeBob SquarePants phenomenon, and for not having any of my own kids since SpongeBob splashed into Saturday morning cartoons. (And yes, I had to Google how to spell his name.)



These Ochre sea stars come in a variety of colors from orange to purple, brownish, or reddish. They are extremely tolerant out of water and can be exposed to the air for up to six hours.


Commonly miscalled star-fish, sea stars are in fact, not fish. Along with sea urchins and sea cucumbers, these Ochre stars are part of the phylum Echinodermata.



Echinoderm means “spiny skin” and if you've ever touched one of these prickly creatures you know why they were named that.



The underbelly, or under arms as it were, of these sea creatures is covered in rows and rows of tiny tube feet. These small appendages help sea stars suction to rocks, and allow them to move and feed.



Ochre sea stars eat shelled animals like barnacles, snails, chitons, limpets and mussels. I wonder if Patrick would be as beloved if his young admirers knew that in order to eat he pries open the shell of a mussel and extrudes his stomach into the opening. The meat of the mussel will literally be dissolved and eaten within its own shell! Yum. Yet without the predacious sea stars, mussels like the ones above could take over entire tide pool habitats.



The mussels have one thing in their favor - sea stars smell. It's likely the mussels to the right of the orange sea star above will detect their predator's scent and will stay closed up tight even when the tide rises again.



Aww ... pretty. Art found in nature is indeed inspiring. How could we not be star struck?

November 26, 2009

Turkeys

Turkeys east of Goldstake, Washington

We have lots of traditions centered around turkeys in this country –

Millions are consumed for Thanksgiving, the president annually pardons a couple of birds, “sparing” them from the dinner table (what actually happens to them anyway? Is there an old fowl home where they while away their days in rockers?), and we search the supermarket fliers for the best price on frozen (sometimes fresh), big-breasted, butter-balled blocks wrapped in plastic that bear no resemblance to the birds pictured above.

Given that our urbanized population lacks an appreciation for where our food comes from – what if we changed that last tradition? What if we selected the centerpiece of our holiday tables fully feathered? What if we drove out to a commercial poultry farm, walked among the thousands of white birds, and picked out our favorite gobbler to be killed, plucked and delivered the following week? (Of course, the Wild Turkey Federation encourages us all to take up hunting for what was almost our nation’s symbol.) Perhaps the protein smothered in gravy or slathered with cranberry sauce on our sandwich the next day would hold more meaning. Perhaps the gap between the grocery store and the farm would be reduced. Perhaps we would be more thankful for those who devote their lives to growing the food we consume. Perhaps we would be thankful for living in a country whose natural landscapes were home to the first turkey. Perhaps we would have a greater appreciation for the landscapes themselves and all they provide for us. Perhaps.

Me? I’m off to the store – Christmas hams are on sale.

November 24, 2009

PNT Slide Presentation!


Our dear friend Megan Ellis has arranged for a public presentation of slides and stories from our PNT hike at the Aurora Public Library in Colorado. Here is pertinent information about the talk as well as copies of Megan's promotional fliers (click on to see larger).

What: Stepping Away: Adventures on the Pacific Northwest Trail
When: Saturday December 12, from 3-5pm.
Where: Aurora Central Library, Community Room. 14949 E. Alameda Pkwy. Aurora, CO 80012
Directions to the presentation can be found on the Central Aurora Public Library website.




If you'd like us to give a presentation in your neck of the woods, please contact us!

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November 22, 2009

The Pacific Northwest Coast

The Pacific Northwest coast is a stunning, thriving cacophony of movement and sound – a rich ecosystem that tantalizes with its intriguing blend of life and death and decay and transition. Deep green forests line miles of rocky cliffs and sand and pebble beaches. Waves flow, crash and resound in a daily tidal cycle against the changing lines of land. We immersed ourselves in this arresting landscape for a full week where we experienced as many shifts in weather as we did tides, and discovered strange, wonderful, curious and sometimes disturbing images along the beach. Here are some of those images with more to come in future coastal-themed blogs.


Olympic National Park's coastal section between Chilean memorial and Cedar creek


Driftwood north of Rialto beach


Watching the waves on a surprising sunny day in October


Sea stacks at sunrise


Wave-induced stone and pebble beach art


Man-made driftwood artwork - a coastal Christmas tree?


Seabirds awaiting the storm

November 02, 2009

Watery Reflections

7 October 2009 – Fort Worden State Park
Musings from the entrance to Puget Sound - while we had finally reached sea level, many more miles and mountains lay ahead...


Standing atop a bluff overlooking the sound,
we watch the moon rise.

Below us the tide rhythmically laps
at the shore -
each wave the steady tick of a clock drawing us backward
through the days of our journey -
reflections on the trials and challenges receding behind us.

The waves crash on the beach
overlap with those before,
blur the rhythm,
melt memories together.

The chill on the wind moves us forward.

-DT

Moon over Puget Sound, WA