The State Parks are finally open and we took a long lovely hike at Drake's Estero, the first one out at Pt Reyes National Seashore in it seems like forever. At least several months. Weather was delightful and traffic light all the way out to the coast. We did use the pit toilets -- but boy howdy, there were the cleanest I've ever seen those toilets to be. Cleaner than most gas station toilets, in fact. Wind scrubbed, plenty of ventilation, a key factor in preventing the spread of Covid-19. And, I noted, no flushing. That's on the plus side, right?
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| The play of rivulets across the flats. |
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There's that magical sound of wind in the trees, the play of the breezes and sun on the tidal flats. So many birds, pelicans, blue herons, a troupe of youngsters getting the hang of mudding, and best of all, an otter!
There were several other hikers, pairs mostly, and we all had the courtesy of wearing our masks as we approached or passed each other. We waved briefly in greeting, nodded out heads, said a brief hello, but no one lingered to trade pleasantries or share about birds or weather. Though we did exclaim Otters! to a group with young children and pointed up the trail to indicate where we had seen one, wandering across the mud flats to the open water. We were too far to get a good pic, but you can just see the characteristic otter-shape against the greenish mud in the image to the left.
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A brief gloss of the complex history of the different groups of peoples.
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| Wild flowers all over! |
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| Heading back. |
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