This morning I met four other wilderness rangers at 6:30 (though it felt like the middle of the night), whereupon we drove 75 miles down the coast to Salmon Creek Trail—to do some work.
The day really got going while watching the full moon set over the Pacific, laying its beam of light on the water. We were pretty much alone on Highway 1, and the world felt large and beautiful as we snaked down that twisting road in the growing dawn.
At Salmon Creek Station we met up with two other rangers. And then we seven set off, with two crosscut saws, various long-handled tools (shovel, hoe, combi-tool), hardhats, and a general plan: a number of logs across the trail to be dealt with, some tread to be repaired, and always brushing.
I took some photos, of course. (Click to see large.)
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| Narcissus at Salmon Creek Station |
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| Lynn crossing Spruce Creek, running nicely after the recent rains |
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| This was our first tree to cut |
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| The next few photos show some of the life inhabiting said tree |
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| And the ladybugs! Not on that tree, but on some deadfall nearby—and then, all over the trail... we tried to move them, but I fear many hundreds will not survive. And they probably thought they'd picked the perfect spot to congregate... |
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| Another tree, with a little saw action |
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| The ferns are so green right now! |
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| Treadwork |
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| Spruce Creek on our crossing back out |
On the way back north, we watched the sun set on our left (Lynn was sure she saw the green flash—the horizon was so crisp) and the moon rise on our right.
After a quick Boboli pizza dinner, David and I headed to the Sandbox, a new creative space in Sand City, to watch/listen to an open rehearsal of a string quintet—Dvořák's op. 18/77. Sawing of a different kind. All in all, a delightful day.
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