Our morning is in the light and our afternoon is in the
And the Sheriff knows we’re in town.
A Salmon River trail suggested by the timeshare reception
takes us past the golf course and down to the river but proves not to be the
real deal, so we’ll have to drive to the trailhead later. But we’re in jovial
mode and enjoy the mossy surroundings and dodging the non-existent golfers. The
course is closed being spiked at the end of the season.
We amble along an indistinct path adjacent to the river
wondering why we’re doing this when – wow, this was the right choice for this
morning after-all. Our first scan across the water and bingo an excellent
sighting of an American Dipper dipping. They are amazing little birds with an
extra eyelid that allows them to see under water. He keeps putting his head in
the water for a look see and then dives in to catch whatever it was he saw. It
all happens very quickly – a busy little boy. Take our word for it, we have a
photo but wrong lens again.
We reach the end of this short trail, turn for home and
bingo again, a Pacific Wren pops out of the undergrowth to see who’s thrashing
around. He’s very inquisitive and ventures within a few metres of us – close
enough even with the wrong lens.
On the way down to the river Bernie accidently flushed a
rail but it was too quick to identify. He tries again on our way back but to no
avail. Two ticks it is. We’re happy!
The fall foliage
is very satisfying. Leaves lightly sway, drift and twinkle downwards. It’s a
riot of deep reds, clear yellows, warm oranges and the ever-present bright greens.
It’s of utmost enjoyment, this changing of the seasons happening before our
very eyes. A delightful and tangible process.
Bernie and his identical twin brother have the undivided
attention of the jolly green rock giant.
A cosy day mainly indoors after the weather takes a
downturn. A little bit of spitting in the air however it’s too warm for snow.
Our unit is comfortable and has far more than the basics.
It certainly beats camping at this time of the year.
The timeshare is alongside a golf course with all the
streets named after golfers – we are in Nicklaus Street. The units are grouped and
named after famous golf courses – we are in Torrey Pines, serendipitously a
favourite state park and birding spot of ours in San Diego.
Later we venture out to do the ‘real’ Salmon River Trail.
The sky is grey and cloudy and a forest of oppressive, dominating trees line
our route to the trailhead. We enter a different world as we descend into the
gloom, trees blanketed in moss synonymous with the high moisture content of
this region. This is a walk in Fangorn Forest itself and we are expecting to
see Hobbits, Ents and Gandalf himself at every turn.
It is invigorating, the smell, sound and sight…… the pure air, the strength and breadth of the tall upright trees, lucid sounds of clear water cascading over the pebble beds and the unadulterated thickness and fresh green of the moss, an adornment to everything.