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Fossil Bay
Gary, always the early riser, was on deck with Shadow watching
everything come to life. Along the shore seagulls foraged for
breakfast—the receding tide always left a little something behind.
Through his binoculars he located a large nest in the uppermost
branches of an old madrona. An eagle perched just to the side
suggested the nest was her handiwork. Being it was early summer, the
nest was surely empty. Dropping his view, a blue heron and a couple
of raccoon stood in the muddy shallows along the shore, also looking
for something to eat. In the water just starboard a couple of sea
otters floated on their backs enjoying oysters brought up from the
ocean floor. Skies were clear as the sun crept up from behind the
Cascades. The sun took its time clearing the horizon, but as it did
its rays extinguished every ounce of darkness. Witnessing this scene
had taken on new meaning since learning of the Skyanabo people. |
