It was the worst of days: predicted
rain, wind gusts exceeding 60 mph,
floods, snow at low elevations, typical
Pacific Northwest "fall weather" when
ANYTHING can happen within 60 seconds.
Still, the stout and hardy amongst us
shall not be THWARTED: OFF WE GO!
tree, blown down by the Gusts of Fall...
weathered, yet stories to tell,
of how it fell. And how we might, too,
in the Winds of Autumn on Bellingham Bay.
sandstone boulders whose natural fingerholds
make our coast totally rad for rock-climbing!
Once, though, while bouldering
(ropeless climbing) and traversing
(climbing ropeless/sideways like spider) along
a gentle beach cliff miles north of here...
It was so exhilarating!
~ sorta didn't notice: (DEATH?) the tide
coming IN while I'still climbing OUT, and UP
came the water towards me: beach and rocks
rapidly covered in roiling surf below.
Moral of Story: don't boulder stupid!
Know the tide tables...
Still, these smooth, natural holds invite
human hands to become One with
This I know for sure.
(KNOW THE TIDE TABLES.)
of lil'Squirrel: my Shelter from the Storm.
i find You SO Yummy!