Peter and I took a fine walk one bright, sunny day. Paul kindly shuttled us. The Looe to Polperro walk is a fine 5.7 mile stroll that hugs the coast. Each step was surrounded by beauty.
The Southwest Coast Path website provides good detail on the walk and information on how to use public transportation to shuttle to and from.
Coastguards initially created the South West Coast Path as a way of monitoring for smuggling. Every little inlet was subject to the illegal practice.
In Looe, another picturesque sea-side village, we started at the end of Marine Drive. Paul and Max joined us for the first part of the walk.
Off we set. It was hot out, much too warm for all the layers I packed.
After passing a wide open area with cows milling about, one looks back and sees the coastline.
The island you see is called Looe Island, also known as St George’s Island. Legend says Phoenician tin trader Joseph of Arimathea landed on this island with his teenage great-nephew, Jesus Christ, on their way up the coast to Glastonbury with a mission to spread Christianity in Britain. An earthenware fragment from the Eastern Mediterranean, dating from about that time, establishes trading links between Looe and the Middle East. No direct evidence confirms this legend.
A medieval chapel once sat on this island. A popular place for pilgrimages, many drowned trying to reach it. A new Benedictine chapel replaced it on the mainland sometime in the 12th century.
We did not walk uphill to the reportedly scant remains of a site of a Celtic monastery.
In the 1960’s two sisters owned Looe Island. Upon the lasts death, it was gifted to the Cornwall Wildlife Trust. Now, critters benefit from the island and waters as a wildlife sanctuary. The Trust’s site explains how to get to the island. Only guided boat shuttles are allowed, numbers restrained. It is a popular spot for diving and kayaking.
Beaches and tide pools abound:
The trail is well-worn.
Approaching the small village of Talland, its bay you see below.
There were rose hips of an elongated shape foreign to me.
The right of way for walkers, in England, is such a treasure. Here in our little town of Port Townsend, walking paths connecting streets and hiking trails abound. In England, one can set out through private property (fields) as long as rules are followed and the animals are respected.
This walk took us past some pretty little horses.
Unfortunately, I did not do my homework before the walk. There is an old church up on the hill. Wikipedia will give you some pics and information on it. Pretty cool to see these horses working their way up the hill it sits on, look to the right in the pic below.
A stop on the beach made for a sweet little lunch spot. when done, up a steep hill we marched.
I turned around and drank in the view of where we came from.
One thing I sorely miss is the Marin and Sonoma coast of CA. The steep bluffs, empty beaches (at least the ones I looked for), wind-swept vegetation, and rolling views really feed me. WA state coastlines are gorgeous in other ways.
But this-this was a welcomed re-kindling.
Our hike wound up in Polperro, a place I’ve taken you. Down the mouth of the bay we walked. check out the low tide! It was very high the last time were there.
Boats sat stuck in the mud, a sight I’m not used to seeing in the U.S.
Paul kindly met us there and brought us home.
What a delicious, sunny, bright and beautiful day. How I would love to someday, backpack on, walk as much as able. It’s 630 miles long.
Fall arrived and I am a happy girl. My favorite season, hands down, our maritime climate allows a lingering fall.
In search of fall color I walked at a local state park, Anderson Lake, one I frequent. It’s quiet. It’s rare to see anyone else while there. Sometimes I really need that.
The autumnal light’s hanging low theses days, casting a calm glow.
It’s a beautiful time of year.
Setting out after 5, I was conscientious of the fading light. I approached the upper loop I usually favor for its huge maples. No light filtered through the trees up there, it was d-a-r-k. I closed my loop on the trail that encompasses the lake for it’s exposure to the sun.
I rather like examining the banks of the lake. Low-hanging trees and water plants provide habitat for many critters. Usually there are herons to watch. I saw none today. I also looked for the parasitic ground cones and Indian Pipe plants but cool nights must have sent them back into the ground from which they came.
Fall color can be spotted in the profusion of rosehips.
Like rubies they glow.
Big Leaf Maples are just starting to brown at the edges. Some of the smaller saplings are more decisive in their change to yellow.
The intersection of the Quimper and Cascade Trail marks some of my favorite specimens. I stand and gawk upwards each time I pass.
With minimal light at this hour, you see just black tracings. Peek at this post for more revealing photos.
Such grand, primeval-looking trees.
The Indian Plum shrubs sport a peppering of yellow leaves.
The Memorial Trail has tunnels of them that glow. Note that due to the waning light I couldn’t capture the true haze of gold I saw.
As more fall gold appears I’ll do my best to share.
I just had a birthday long weekend. My sister Karen visited from Minnesota. It was her first trip to our new home in Washington.
A day trip up Hurricane Ridge in Olympic National Park yielded beautiful views.
What a birthday!
Let’s finish up the trip to Hawaii. The drive up the Hamakua Coast was beautiful, lush, dramatic in that wooded gullies sliced down to the coast constantly. Remember, we were there in a rare, dry spell. Leaving Hilo, the Pepe’ekeo scenic drive was a fun detour off the main hwy. The narrow road crosses several one lane bridges through lush rainforest. Here’s a glimpse of Onomea Bay. There’s a botanical garden and some hiking here I was sad to have to pass up.
Our main destination that day was ‘Akaka Falls. A turn left led up hill to the little town of Honomu, described as a former sugar town that stays alive due to tourists heading to the falls. I found the town charming, spending some time chatting with an eclectic gallery owner who demonstrated his silk painting.
Open vistas framed Mauna Kea, the highest point on the island at 13, 796’.
This detour out of the trees with a green, sweeping view to the ocean fueled my draw to open spaces.
Up we continued until the road dead ended at ‘Akaka Falls State Park. A short, concrete path makes a loop through forest, so unlike what I’ve ever seen.
It was hot and very muggy. Vines and trees entwined.
The blooms were vivid. I dallied to enjoy.
We made it to the falls, all 442 feet of it. I’ve never seen such a large waterfall. Of note, you do pass the 100′ Kahuna Fall, off in the distance, before this one. My photo of it did not turn out.
More exotic flora:
This was one of my fave stops on the trip and a do-not-miss place in my book.
The wild Pacific Rhododendron are in bloom down low. I hear they’re getting close above 3000′. Liking filtered sunlight, they are especially happy along roadsides and forest margins. Spindly arms dressed in pink blooms and fresh, pale green new leaves punctuate dark green woods and brighten up a gray day. Our state flower, they can reach up to 8 meters tall.
I just love them!
We chose Fort Townsend State Park for our evening walk the other night knowing there’d be plenty. I’ve been on this particular trail, aptly named the Rhododendron Trail, minus the blooms. Giddy with anticipation we set out.
Out of focus elderberries, not yet ripe, and likely the red variety. These guys prefer moisture via stream banks, swampy areas and damp clearings. The berries are only palatable when cooked and may cause nausea when raw. Some make wine from the berries. The stems, roots, leaves and bark are toxic.
Thimbleberry blossoms symbol the seedy berries to come. Some like them. Some don’t. I find them rather bland. Full of moisture, the berries tend to fall apart when picked. Native Americans apparently dried them and mixed them with other berries.
We’ve had great rain this spring, promoting a profusion of blooms. I’ll keep sharing them with you.
These pics turned out so pretty, I just had to share.
A very low tide begged for a beach walk the other day.
It was cold. Note Pete has a sweater on? That means it’s cool’ish in his book. I needed a puff jacked and my Northmavine Hap shawl a sweet friend made and mailed to me. The colors reminded her of a blustery winter day on a WA beach and she couldn’t have been more spot on. A habitat hat I knit of Swans Island All American Worsted (in love with it) and Pete’s Windschief in Lamb’s Pride worsted provided wooly warmth.
The tide pools with really unusual critters tent to be further west on the peninsula.
Anemones and barnacles sharing real estate: