After two weeks of packing boxes and unpacking them again at my sister-in-law’s new place, we took a break to explore her “new stomping grounds.” The trail leading to the beach was a good two-mile walk through ungroomed forest (my favourite kind). This area, near Lacey, just north of Olympia, Washington, gets a LOT of rain in the winter and spring, as you can see by the moss on the trees.
The Hawks Prairie Trail is named after one of the local pioneers (pictured at the bottom of the information sign) and the area around it is preserved in as natural a state as possible.
Ivy is finding a lot of traces of scents left behind by other visitors.
The first glimpses of the ocean tugged at me as I hadn’t seen my beloved seashore for a couple of weeks.
I could see the old wharf that, apparently, was once a busy loading and unloading place.
Now to get down to it…. An iron structure had been built to make it easier to descend to beach level.
I was impressed, but Ivy was not. She stopped in her tracks and would not budge.
Then I saw why. The gaps in the stairs were too big for her tiny feet.
Luckily, Ivy is tiny enough that she’s easily picked up, so she wasn’t deprived of her romp on the beach.