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Photo: Bee and thistle: Taken high in the Cascade Mountains where there is a bee buzzing on every thistle. by Debora Rorvig

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Walking Along Fishtrap Creek

Took a rainy day walk along Fishtrap Creek today, looking for signs of spring. The Nooksack Indians named it Fishtrap Creek because the salmon spawn here. In the old day, the natives had a trap to catch the spawning salmon, somewhere near this spot. They shared the catch with the early pioneers. Still the salmon
fight their way back up this creek to lay their eggs and die... I hope it shall be this way forever.
I turn to follow the path through a hemlock grove in our little city park. My mother, now gone, played here as a young girl. My grandchildren come here in the summer. They splash in the cool water and rest under the canopy of the evergreens... This too, I hope shall continue forever.

Every spring the creek is stocked with trout for a fishin' derby. Hundreds of hopeful girls and boys line the banks to try their luck. Today the water is muddy from rain. But even so, this gentleman has caught a nice one! I wonder what he used for bait?

Here's a charming stone cottage that sits by the creek along the way. Even though it's not big or grand, for me, this little place is the stuff of which dreams are made...
The owners brought artisans from Europe to thatch the roof. The stonework is amazing. They've kept the yard simple. However, in the summer, their espaliered apple trees are lovely. (not shown).

The path takes me past the gazebo. It's raining, and a little tempting to stop in and dry off a bit...but we Washingtonian's can handle our rain.
Come to think of it, most of us would more likely use the gazebo to escape the sun than the rain!

Shall I turn this way....
or go over the footbridge? I think the footbridge today. I once saw an owl perched in a tree just above the bridge; I still look for him every time I walk past. Nope, he's not here today.

I greet the folks with the striped
umbrella. They return my greeting and ask how I'm doing. It's like that here in my hometown. People still smile and say hello. They stop their cars when you are trying to cross the street. And they wave at you when you walk by.
On Friday nights they come out to watch the boys from the home team and cheer them on--even when lose.
On Sunday they go to church.
It's like that here in my hometown.

The path now leads me away from the creek and through Homestead Golf Course. (I don't call it a Country Club,
that might be just a bit pretentious, don't you think?)

Spring golf at Homestead is for determined, hardy souls. Yes, I play, but not in the rain, not much anyway.

Almost home...here's a neighborhood cottage I just adore...it's for sale if you're interested...

Well, it's raining. The crocus are blooming and the golfers are out.
I think it might be spring after all, along the Fishtrap Creek!


Scrabblequeen said...

What beautiful pictures of the creek, the houses, and the sights of the walk in general. I agree, I think the stone cottage IS the stuff my dreams are made of!

Joey said...

I love the music on your blog, Debora. So soothing...so peaceful...as are the gorgeous photos from your walk. Happy spring! GBYRG


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