I drop A at the kitchen. It's a quiet day for her - a day away from the computer and distractions. I continue on out to my installation where I tie little white rocks to strings for the next couple of hours.
Rain, and especially yesterday's thundershowers has brought the river up a few feet. It runs brown with silt and the gravel bar where I have been fetching my cobblestones is well under water.
I retrieve a downed cedar fence post from the brush to use as part of a bench that I am building. Then, I head upstream for a walk. Curiosity draws me up to a bench of land on the hillside that I've wondered about for some time. From below it looks like it could be an old road bed. As I make my way up the hill I flush a barn owl from a large Douglas fir snag.
It perches 50 yards away and watches me for a minute or two. There is a large cavity in the tree and this is likely the owl's nest site. I find egg fragments on top of an dead leaf at my feet.
The bench could be part of a road, but if it is it was a road a long time ago. I find two ripe salmon berries and I eat them.
I sit in the shelter of a cedar while rain drops strike the canopy making the same sound on that roof as if I was in my house.
I look at my watch to check the date. My watch says it is Thursday, January 12. It makes no difference.
notes: the slough ford is waist deep today.