Glory

You may want to pick up some shoulder-launched missiles. The Pentagon is about to fall in the ocean.PentagonAll right, it’s a hexagon, which is less funny, and it was clearly crafted with some love.

Pentagon roof I’ll bet it has a better view than the real Pentagon.

Pentagon viewSummer is usually the less-eroding time, and this has been mostly true except for in a few places. There’s the last of the Yellow Compound at the end of Spruce Street:

last yellow compound 2yellow compound cross sectionThis place, which I will unimaginatively call the Yellow and Brown Compound:

yellow-brown compoundAnd, of course, the hard-luck A-frame.

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crow silhouetteWhile these serve as an ominous reminder to never forget,  the glory of summer is distracting. It’s trendy now to post lists of the things you’re grateful for. Here is mine:

I haven’t been able to get to the beach much, so my neighbor Ray has been cutting my grass for cash and Bud Lite. This has been a rewarding investment.

Ray and mowerI am delighted and entertained by Washaway Beach and its fascinating curiosities.3 sandpoints

tire and gooseneck musselstire 2beach bananalost pantscliff facefeathersshipwreck and barnaclesvelellapaddleboarders 1paddleboarderspaddleboarders groupI’m thankful for our beautiful Northwest king salmon cooked on the fire, smoked with leaves and branches from my alder trees, served with a sweet corn summer salad.

salmon cookingsmokersalmon and corn saladAnd then there are the guys, the best boys, my goodfellas, always looking out for me.

GoodfellasHugo jagI’m especially grateful for my place here, my piece of this, for a little more time here, for as long as I’m allowed. I guess I’m just a lucky so and so.

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Inland

The rockets’ red glare? Pass. Washaway is next to an Indian reservation, so the Fourth is a Mecca for meatheads seeking explosives. The beach must be avoided at this time, unless patriotic terrorism is your bag. Besides, my firework wallpaper project is now complete, so I have no need to go harvesting anymore.

firework wallpapercookhouse interiorThis is not to say my Seattle neighborhood was immune to constant shelling, but, unlike the beach, I do not expect it to be quiet. I stayed inland to make sure no one set my roof on fire. While I was at it, I decided to be a tourist in my own town.

space needle and tree

I go to the coast so often, I forget that the mountains are pretty cool too. I went for a beautiful hike amid alpine wildflowers on Little Bandera Mountain, just east of here.

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Then I headed down to Seattle’s waterfront, to observe the wildlife.

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The Chihuahuas in sombreros were hilarious, but they must’ve been heavily sedated. That would explain the shades. All I know is, the sombrero did not go over well at home.

Hugo sombreroAnd there were other creatures with addiction issues too, namely the Ivar’s seagulls, endlessly enabled by Ivar’s sub-par french fries.

Junkies.

Junkies.

seagull and ferry

I went for a ride on Seattle’s Great Wheel. This is a gorgeous way to see the city.

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Missing the beach, I headed over to the Seattle Aquarium for some sea life.

Young salmon

Young salmon

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While a lifetime in captivity sounds like no fun, I think the sea otters have figured out how to do it, spending the long days eating clams, doing the backstroke.

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Artwalk

The old grey mare ain’t what she used to be, yet her services are still required. I’m referring to Bonnie, my mighty steed, the ancient Honda Accord I bought from Bonnie, a fabulous 88-year old woman I met at the beach two years ago. Bonnie, the car, is getting “long in the tooth”, as my Dad says. A blown hose in Seattle traffic, a river of antifreeze flowing down the hill, a dead battery, the 220,000th mile, all conspired to land-lock your correspondent.

landlockedAnd now Bonnie rides again, limping somewhat. Meanwhile, in a month’s time away, an amazing transformation has occurred: erosion stopped, weather improved, and by all appearances, it is now summer.

stormy window

window, springboys in waterLike the melting of the polar ice caps, destruction is on the radar, but it seems far away at the moment. I set off on a barefoot beach walk through the sculpture garden.

rebar sculptures

Doomed civilization

Doomed civilization

driftwood sculpture

ziggurat

ziggurat

sawblade selfie

sawblade selfie

may rubblebrickhosenetsClay etc.

The fort endures.

The fort endures.

Last of the yellow compound.

Last of the yellow compound.

aggregateMore proof of summer: the formation of what I call the Turtles, inland waterways, little round islands, curvaceous shapes in the sand.

turtle 1turtle 2turtle 3The sand is high in some areas, low in others, exhuming new areas of brick and concrete while completely concealing the gun turret. The tide was low enough to get to the other side of the Rockpile Peninsula Project.

rockpile There I was amazed to find the old Shipwreck still kicking around, four years later.

shipwreck 1shipwreck 2shipwreck 3Coming back over the Rockpile, I was looking for Lost Soles, abandoned flip-flops. Whether this has to do with tsunami debris or not, there are a lot of shoes afoot right now. Had I not been looking so closely, I would not have seen this little guy.

seal in rocksWhy do they call them seal pups when they look like kittens? Anyway, it is harbor seal pupping time. Their moms stash them on the beach, go fishing, and come back with dinner. You must NEVER touch them, for the stink of people makes their moms reject them. There was a story one year of a couple on Memorial Day bringing one back to their hotel room in Westport. Don’t do this. There’s a big ol’ fine for kidnapping marine mammals. I was glad this little guy was so well hidden, said hello and went on my way.

Of course I’ve had fantasies of bringing one home myself. The little guy would quickly grow from cat-sized to 300 lbs. I would install an enormous and elaborate salt water tank in my yard. I would train him to do tricks like balancing balls on his nose. We’d do partner acrobatics, me in a spangled swimsuit. I’d pick up hundreds of dollars worth of seafood every week at Pike Place Market for him. We’d perform for crowds to defray costs. Sure, it would be kinda mean to take him away from his family and ocean and ecosystem, but I would respect his intelligence and love him fiercely. I ran this fantasy by a friend of mine.

“The fresh seafood seems to be the only problem,” he replied.

 

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Rites of Spring

Hope doesn’t always spring eternal, so the promise of spring is essential. But it is at this very time of year where the ocean pulls some fast ones. I always remind myself that Ray and Juanita’s house fell in on March 31, Juanita’s birthday. Just when you think you have snuck out of winter unscathed, ready for flowers and birdsong, comes the old Washaway smackdown.

Here’s what I will call the Yellow Compound at what, until recently, was not the end of Spruce Street, on March 3.

yellow compound

graffitiHere’s the Yellow Compound on April 4.

toppled yellow 1I would say that at least 50 feet has fallen into the ocean in the last few weeks.

overturned yellow 2overturned yellow 3

overturned yellow 5Which means it’s time for “salvage”/ looting. It was tagged with a message (in tar, a nice touch, I thought) to other looters: “Don’t do it” , i.e., this is mine.

don't do itAnd, indeed, its contents were choice specimens. Who wouldn’t want this green banana lamp?

green lampOr a place to rest your weary head

yellow house contentsor the most excellent vintage fridge hiding in the lower right corner?

yellow house contents 2It’s every salvager for himself. And you know a tree hugger like me loves recycling. My quarrel is that, after salvaging the scrap aluminum, there is, as in any industry, waste product, that which cannot be turned into cash. Therefore, you have the strategically arranged, heart-stomping garbage piles. Maybe I should emphasize that the beach’s name is misleading. It doesn’t all “Wash Away.” It goes into THE OCEAN. Where, like, fish live. Not only the wise and beautiful enormous creatures, but the ones that you and I eat. Please make a note of it.

insulation pile

green tankblacktopThings have been eroding pretty seriously, all of a sudden, just south of me. “We haven’t lost anything!” my neighbors whisper, guiltily. But while a relief, I feel the secondhand dread that accompanies a friend with cancer: this is not my doom, but when will the shoe drop?

You’ll recall this big brown barn/storage shed on March 6.

brown shed 3-6Well, it now looks like this:

tire, concrete, roofAnd then there is the adorable A-frame, once owned by a cute old couple, then looted, then bequeathed to one of my least favorite “salvagers”, now festooned with piles of crap insulation in the back , and about to fall in the ocean. Easy come, easy go, no?

A-frame March 6

A-frame March 6

A-frame April 5

A-frame April 5

I’m thinking about the dashed hope of spring, because it was a year ago today I donated my bone marrow to my Mom. All I was thinking about, at the time, was me, me, me, I’m sorry to say. Fear: fear of hospitals, of doctors “harvesting” a “spongy red liquid containing stem cells” with hollow needles from my spine. Would it hurt? It never occurred to me that my inconvenience would not save the day.

sideways tree

I will say that the dread was worse than the actual experience, probably a good life lesson, and John Hopkins’s drugs were excellent. I wish I had been braver, or more selfless, with what, now, I’m pretty proud of.

overturned roots

Too bad she died anyway. “I don’t think it was you,” my Dad told me today.

replaced signage

With or without my endorsement, let the rites of spring begin. You’ll see that there are a lot of pictures of dogs here. Coincidence. I don’t hire the talent, I just shoot ‘em.

Kite, boat, Jeep

Kite, boat, Jeep

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They were excited to reuse the tumbled concrete. "We have a muddy yard and a fire pit," she explained.

They were excited to reuse the tumbled concrete. “We have a muddy yard and a fire pit,” she explained.

Crabapple

Crab apple

Woodworker Jeffro Uitto was salvaging Crabapple branches for Brady's Oysters' smoker. Yum!

Woodworker Jeffro Uitto was salvaging Crab apple branches for Brady’s Oysters’ smoker. Yum!

watchers 11watchers 04watchers 14The thing is to remember the promise, not the promise dashed. Right? As we’ve discovered, dread does little to change the outcome.

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Meltaway

While I was on vacation, swimming and snorkeling in a warmer version of the very same water, the ocean was up to its old malfeasance. You’ll recall from my last post that this house was on the edge at Washaway.

70's house 7I shot some video of it with my fancy new telephone:

But now the whole thing is gone. Allow me to show you a week– no, four days–in the life.

Monday, March 3.

Monday 2

Katie-Monday

Katie, Monday

Sheet in sand, Monday

Sheet in sand, Monday

Fabric (drapes?) in sand, Monday

Fabric (drapes?) in sand, Monday

Monday 3Monday 4Monday 5Tuesday, March 4:

Tuesday video, 9.8 tide:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQ2ck6PRKtk

umbrella

See? Only hacks use umbrellas.

overturned tree and mossTuesday 1Tuesday 2Tuesday 3Tuesday 4Wednesday, March 5:

"Beach"

A message to the ocean.

A message to the ocean.Wednesday 4

chunks of grass

Spruce St

Spruce Street

Wednesday 1Wednesday 2

A picnic house, further down the beach.

A picnic house, further down the beach.

WednesdayThursday, March 6:

No picnic.

No picnic.

Thursday 2

Willy B. Next.

Willy B. Next.

Thursday 4

Erosion control techniques: Rockpile Peninsula Project.

Thursday 5

Senja Antilla, who makes assemblage-mosaics of Washaway houses, on the hunt.

Senja Antilla, who makes wood assemblage-mosaics from Washaway houses, harvesting.

Thursday 6Thursday 7

Only the foundation remains.

Only the foundation remains.

more signageYou would think, after twelve years, I would be used to this. But I still find it very scary and sad and humbling and profound. I have property here, too, so it’s personal, and denial is essential.

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And yet, inexplicably, there is the hopefulness that accompanies the first whiff of spring.

cloud of birds

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High Waters

eroding bank 5I came to see the high tides and yes, there is some erosion going on, but it is slightly south of me. A 10.4 tide in the wrong weather can be deadly serious, so one must be thankful for a crisp, bright day.

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Units of Measure are in place to track any erosion with utter exactitude.

Craig flagAnd it’s those a little bit to the south who are, as we say at Washaway, “Willie B. Next.” This poor place has been gutted to the point where no one is enjoying the waterfront-ness, except maybe the looters:

70s house 270's house 570's house 670s house interior70's house detail70's house 870s house view 1P-INearby, someone’s compound of trailers has been trashed, pillaged, plundered, and it seems more like demolition and thievery than recycling. The heart sinks.

trashed trailers 1trashed trailers 2trashed trailers 3What an opportune time to stage a pile of garbage to fall into the ocean!

garbage hillside6-panel 26-panel 1It’ll be a duet.

eroded driveway 2eroded drivewayeroded bankemerging tiresBut we must practice gratitude. With any luck, there might be another summer.

low tidestand of treespurple sunset

 

 

 

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The Last Minit

The Last Minit: A villanelle

(with apologies to all real poets)

Minit market 04I never went, and so you went away.

You weren’t that good, but I thought you would last.

My car broke down, I ate your food for days.

Minit market 08I picked up ice cream there a month or more

ago, shelves bare, as though the die was cast.

I never went, and so you went away.

Minit market 03The Local Store is where we all would stray,

its produce fresh, restocked before you asked.

Sweet berries and cilantro seize the day.

Minit market 05The Chevron on the rez came into play,

with hot fried chicken, pizza and cheap gas.

I never went, and so you went away.

Minit market 06My bike lies still, without the handy way

junk food and garbage produce were so fast

to get, to eat,  guilt-free as easy prey.

Minit market 09Expired food and bad wines bring dismay.

A rugged ship, it seems to now have crashed.

A “Bud Light” sign still glows to greet the day.

I never went, and so you went away.

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