Salt Point State Park

 

Edge of the Marine Terrace at Salt Point
(click to view larger)

It's been a tough spring to find even one relatively fog-free day to photograph wildflower landscapes along the coast. I've been eagerly watching the weather forecast (including wind and webcams), and yesterday seemed to offer the best, and possibly the last, opportunity I could expect to have at Salt Point State Park before the best of the bloom goes to seed. 

To get to Salt Point I usually take the 101 north to 116 west, then head up the coast highway at Jenner, but this time I let Google Maps guide me on a different route, even though it only promised to shave 10 minutes and 1.3 miles from my usual route. I got off the 101 at Railroad Ave.,  then took Roblar and Valley Ford to Bodega Bay. As I drove through the darkness and the patchy fog, I was glad my phone didn't lose contact with the "directions lady" since I had no idea where I was. A bright spot, both figuratively and literally, was having the full moon often in view, either right in front of me or out the side window, as it slowly sank toward the sea. 

There were three road construction areas between Jenner and the park (which Google Maps surprisingly didn't show), each of which involved several minutes of waiting for a green light to drive the single-lane stretch. Each stop had a sign warning of a possible 10-minute delay. The waits caused me to arrive a little later than I'd planned, but it was all good. I arrived at the Stump Beach parking lot after sunrise but well before the sun rose high enough to crest the forest east of the coastal plain.  

A hazy fog still hugged the shoreline, but the sun managed to push it away from the immediate coast until around 10 a.m. There was virtually no wind, the temperature was mild enough for shorts, the flowers were dewy, and there was a pretty decent swell adding drama to the ocean. It seemed like the wildflower peak might have been a couple of weeks ago, especially for the Sea Pink, but it was still an admirable landscape.

In addition to the wildflowers decorating the marine terrace, Salt Point is also a great place to explore compositions among the intriguing tafoni sandstone formations, and just north of Stump Beach is the Kruse Rhododendron State Natural Reserve. The rhodies were still in bloom, but with the fog having just burned off (gorgeous forest sunbeams faded before I could get out my camera gear) I was drawn more to the candy-striped orchids and bright orange lilies on the forest floor. 

If I'd stayed at Kruse a little longer, I might have had another chance with the fog beams. As I headed south for home I checked out Gerstle Cove, where I asked the ranger if I could go in briefly without having to pay the $8 day use fee. I thought she would either say no or wave me through, but she actually printed out a free Courtesy Pass that I taped to my windshield. Unfortunately, the coast had become so socked in by fog that I didn't even get out of the car. 

Stump Beach in Black-and-White

Johnny-nip in Yellow (Castilleja ambigua)

Scarlet Paintbrush

Wildflower Garden Along Stump Beach Cove

Seaside Daisy, Lupine, and Sea Pink

Morning Sun Lights up the Lupines (Lupinus variicolor)

Sea Pink pokes its head above the bed of lupines.

View from Above

Land's End

Prickly Coast

Sea Pink (Armeria maritima ssp. californica) & Sandstone

June Coast

Tafoni #1

Tafoni #2

Tafoni #3

A Flow of Sandstone

Tafoni #4

An Exuberance of Life on the Marine Terrace

Scarlet Paintbrush in the Sun

Sun in the Mist

Coast Lily
(Lilium maritimum)

Pacific Coralroot #1
(Corallorhiza mertensiana)

Pacific Coralroot #2

Pacific Coralroot #3

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Scent Post

 

Coyote at Scent Post, May 22, 2023

The grass has gotten so tall around the GardePro trail cam that a bobcat could almost walk by without triggering an exposure. I say "almost," but I haven't actually seen a bobcat on either of the cams in a few weeks. Are they sneaking by in the tall grass, or have they simply found better hunting grounds? 

There's still a tiny bit of water running in the little creek, but it no longer seems to be a source of drinking water, even for birds. The GardePro had hundreds of empty-frame wind-activations, several buck deer still growing their antlers, a couple of coyotes, one fox, and one turkey. Not much of a haul for a two-week stint.

The other cam is the Foxelli which has been strapped to a bay laurel and points at a mossy boulder that the local foxes and coyotes use for a scent post. 

I've given up hope on catching a mama bobcat leading her young kittens through either of these traps, or of seeing anything new and interesting, so I'm planning to move the cams to another site the next time I'm up there.

Coyote Checking for Messages, May 24, 2023

Coyote Leaving a Message

Buck on a Foggy Morning

A Fox Checks for Messages, May 30, 2023

Fox Leaves a Message

Sixteenth Avenue Steps

I forgot to post this while it was still May. No big deal, but I recently came across the 2013 photo of these tiled steps that climb from Kirkham to Lawton streets at 16th Avenue, and I felt like like doing a ten-year comparison. The decorative tiles themselves seem little changed. You can't see it here, but there is a chip in one of the tiles that was caused by a tree falling on the steps over the winter. The main changes have occurred along the edges outside the steps. I'm guessing the quality of light, as well as the different cameras (a Nikon P7100 vs. Panasonic FZ80), account for the step-on tiles being blue-gray on the left and a more true-to-life white on the right.

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June Bloom

 

Canyon Live Oak (Quercus chrysolepis) on Bolinas Ridge

I rolled my bike onto a weedy shoulder along Panoramic Highway to check out a dense pink bloom of Chaparral Pea, and once I stopped I saw so much else in bloom: Pitcher Sage, Sticky Monkey Flower, Bush Poppy, Yerba Santa, Scarlet Paintbrush, Milkwort, Oakland Star Tulip, and Western Azalea. Continuing up toward Rock Spring, the Canyon Live Oaks were all dripping with the gilded fur of countless catkins.

A doe and her spotted fawn browsed near the edge of the woods, where billowing fog pulsed in the breeze. Just a little farther up the road it was all sunshine and clear skies. I walked my bike around the still-closed gate to ride out West Ridgecrest Road along Bolinas Ridge where not a single motor vehicle passed by. Even more surprising was seeing not a single other bicyclist. Near a patch of Cobwebby Thistle I stopped at a nice vista point and broke out my little stash of cashews and almonds, an apple and a tangerine. 

When I reached the gate again on my return trip, a couple other cyclists were heading out, and I spoke with a guy in an SUV who was wondering why the gate was still closed, well past the usual opening time. He wondered if a commercial was being filmed (I didn't see anything) or if budget cuts meant there was no ranger available to unlock the gate. But I wondered if it had something to do with the Mountain Play (which will have its third show on Sunday).

After checking my trail cams on the way down the mountain, I had one more stop in mind. I wanted to see if the parasitic plant Orobanche fasciculata was in bloom yet. I parked my bike and walked up the gravel trail/fire road (Hog Back Road) next to the paved fire station entrance and soon found my quarry. 

Pitcher Sage

Chaparral Pea

Bush Poppy

Sticky Monkey Flower

Yerba Santa

Oakland Star Tulip

Scarlet Paintbrush

Milkwort

Western Azalea

Doe & Fawn in the Fog

Spots in the Grass

Fog on the Mountain

Wild Turkeys in the Sun
(Found a tick on my leg after wading into the grass to get this shot.)

Catkins of Canyon Live Oak

Cobwebby Thistle & Bumblebee

Bolinas Ridge Vista Point

A curious lizard watched as I swapped out the batteries in one of my trail cams.

Clustered Broomrape
(maybe parasitizing nearby Yerba Santa)

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Can of Graywater

 

Yellow Bush Lupines at Grandview Park

I didn't want to put the graywater photo at the top, so I plugged in some bush lupine encountered on my walk this morning. I haven't been doing any nature photography lately since my wife caught the Covid-19 bug about two weeks ago, just a few days before a big gathering for a nephew's wedding. I managed to stay bug-free until a couple of days after attending the wedding solo, but then I also tested positive last Monday. I went on Paxlovid right away and, after a few days with almost no symptoms, was stoked to test negative on Saturday. Today was a beautiful day to finally get back outdoors.

As for the graywater, about a year ago I started using the rinse water from our washing machine (using as little biodegradable soap as possible) to keep our little garden alive during the drought. I fill four buckets with each of two rinses per load, and do two loads a week, which turns out to be plenty of water. The only thing I didn't like about it was pouring buckets of water on the plants. Even trying to be gentle about it, that's just not ideal. The water pressure squashes the plants and compacts the soil, and much of the water just runs off the planted area.

I figured I needed a proper watering can, and just recently I finally got around to it. I got the biggest can I could find, which holds three gallons, to save myself extra trips up and down the stairs between the laundry nook and the garden. Now I can water the plants much more gently and efficiently.

Drought-buster watering can, with Hazel, Bleeding Heart, Ginger, Sword Fern, Selfheal, Redwood Sorrel, and some other things growing in a garden that gets very little direct sun.

Yellow Bush Lupine & Reddish Sheep Sorrel on Grandview Park

Pollinated by bumble bees, yellow bush lupine is believed to be native from Sonoma County south, but  is considered invasive farther north.

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Fox Hunt

 

Gray Fox on the Hunt
(see video)

In a single week, the Gardepro cam logged nearly 700 activations, but only 2 percent of them caught any animals. The rest were caused by all the new spring growth blowing in the wind. Each activation runs a 15-second video, and the rechargeable batteries were already close to dead. 

For a minute there it seemed like this camera location would be worth all the empty frames, but this last week has tempted me to move it to a new location where wind-activations won't be such a factor. Or another option would be to just set the cam to wait a lot longer between activations, so those windy days don't crank out so many empty frames.

There's still a little bit of water running in the little creek, and on May 13 a coyote drank from it. A wild turkey strolled through on the 11th and the 15th, and I noticed when I was up there yesterday that a small pool in the creek had a big ole turkey poop at the bottom of it. I can only wonder if the birds and four-leggeds are instinctively put off by that. 

Several bucks with velvet antlers passed by, and this fella had the biggest antlers in the bunch. 

A coyote checked out the fox-marked rock.

TamCam Video Clips

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Random Frames

Roadside Garden (15th Avenue)

 

I was recently telling one of my neighbors how much I've loved watching his Coast Live Oak fill out this year. He planted it more than 50 years ago, and it's always been tall and gangly, stout and healthy -- but relatively sparsely leaved: it's always been easy to see right through its crown. 

After the drenching rains of this past winter though, the view through the crown has been closing up with new foliage, and it looks better than I've ever seen it in the 20 years we've lived here. Yesterday, my wife and I were walking in the neighborhood when we discovered another beneficiary of the winter rains -- a roadside garden that has never looked so good as it does right now. I took a phone snap of it under sunny skies, then decided to go back today with the D800 and foggy skies.

On my walk this morning I saw another surprising miniature street garden next to a fire hydrant adorned with rust and graffiti. I can't even remember if I used to notice fire hydrants before an artist friend, Anna Conti, did a series of oil paintings of hydrants around the city. She had a show of them at the Pacific Catch at Lincoln and Irving (back when it had art shows), and a few San Francisco firefighters came to the opening. (Come to think of it, Anna also made several paintings of cargo vessels in San Francisco Bay, a subject I've recently become interested in.)

After my walk I was about to head out on my bike when I checked out back to see if the cat was around and in need of something to eat. She was curled up in some leaves in a neighbor's unkempt yard/patio area, sleeping the morning away. Although we've been caring for her quite a bit since the pandemic had us working from home, I still like to think of her as a neighborhood cat, or even a semi-feral or stray cat, and I love that she seems so natural in the "wilds" of our urban yards.

When we were recently in San Diego we visited Cabrillo National Monument, and I tried to buy a lifetime senior national parks pass, which costs $80. Before he charged my card, the ranger mentioned that the pass was free to veterans, thanks to some new bill that Congress passed back in November, and he took my word for it when I said I was a veteran, so we got in for free. In the future, though, I figured I'd need proper ID.

Since I was in the Navy a million years ago and no longer have a military ID, I had to order a copy of my separation papers (Form DD 214) issued in 1983. I did it online, and it was easy.

When it finally arrived I had to take it downtown to the County Veterans Service Office, which I'd never even heard of before. I took a number and a seat in the waiting room, feeling quite a bit like I was back in the Navy, and was soon called by a clerk who verified the DD 214's authenticity. She in turn issued me another form, officially embossed, that I had to take to the DMV to get a "Veteran" designation on my driver's license. 

Since my license was set to expire in a few months anyway, I made an appointment at the DMV to renew it. I arrived early for my appointment, but still had to wait in line, take another number, and sit in a waiting area. After a couple of hours to get through the eye exam, the updated mug shot, and the driver knowledge test (no online renewal for me, alas), I was finally outta there. 

A couple of weeks later, the postman dropped my new license with its "Veteran" designation through the mail slot, and just this morning I was biking over at Land's End to photograph a container ship when I realized I could probably get the free national parks pass right there. They even had one in stock.

Total elapsed time (since San Diego) to save $80: six weeks. Not too bad for government work.

Roadside Garden (Phone Snap)

Street Corner Colors, Shapes & Lines

Very Fuzzy Wildlife

The 18-year-old Cargo Ship Manulani (recently in Honolulu) entered the Golden Gate this morning, bound for Oakland.

Time to go check out the flooding in Yosemite Valley.

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