With the pitter-patter of a definitive rain falling in Petersburg, we set off in a number of different directions for a plethora of activities. Some chose to investigate the embryonic peat bog, a very different ecosystem than the lush moss-covered and fern-festooned forest. Sticky little sun dew plants captured insects and dissolved them into nutrients, while back in the forest, dwarf dogwoods acted as miniature trebuchets flinging pollen munitions at each other in a frenzy of dispersal. The fishing village of Petersburg also had interest as we browsed the independent bookstore on Sing Lee Alley and investigated the intricacies of the hardware store and its myriad of offerings.
We closed our day with a Dungeness crab feast. Yum. But wait, there’s more. With crab flying across the dining room and buttered hands cracking open claws, our third mate on the bridge found killer whales ahead. What a dilemma, fresh crab or whale watching? The problem was solved as he alternately offered port side diners a view and then starboard side diners a view of these apex predators. What a wonderful dilemma to face.
A poem from Sawyer Brown
Sea lions
Sea lions
Always on the play
Maybe you will see one today!
A poem from Mia Anslow
Jelly Fish
Floating in the ocean, it’s quite unique
Swimming in the current, floating in the waves
Only seen once or twice, jellyfish are like thin ice.
