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It requires patience to get shots like this i wanted something interesting from the grasshopper and i got this picture from him.
I recently spent a few days along Washington's northern coast participating in the International Coastal Cleanup. I met with an intern from Olympic National Park early Friday morning in Port Angeles. She provided me with lots of bags (I expected the company of friends, alas no one could join me), a bright green "Beach Cleanup" vest (it was cotton, I didn't take due to rain), and a NPS radio (to relay information as needed and due to my prior involvement with cleanup events).
As is often the case, rain greeted me just west of Lake Crescent. Full rain gear would be my attire for the next few days. Arriving at Sand Point I discovered there was a group already camped at the point. I had considered this a possibility but had not given much thought to alternate campsites. Without much hesitation, I backtracked and worked my way out to the beach where I discovered the small site just to the north of the point was available. With a break in the rain, I quickly went about setting up camp. I gathered water from Wish Creek, which I was happy to see flowing well.
With camp set up and the rain not pounding down I wandered south to pick up debris and beachcomb. No treasures found this year. Had a couple odd finds - such as a toilet seat and an arm chair at the mouth of Wish Creek (unable to carry this out). Beyond that a never ending supply of plastics. By aid of a driftwood stick I hauled my bags of debris back to camp. I spent the evening beachcombing to the north with umbrella over head.
After a night of rain, morning was equally wet. I had little desire to try and strap bags of debris on my external frame backpack in the rain. I must hang a tarp. Unfortunately, my campsite tucked amid the tall salal didn't offer a wide range of tarp hanging opportunities.
Nevertheless, I considered my options. There was a jumble of driftwood logs and wave-worn timbers in camp. As the rain fell, I attempted to construct a lean to of sorts. As my hand grasped one of the logs, a horrific event ensued. Poop on my hand. Human poop. I dropped the log and stared at my hand. In the brief seconds before I went about cleaning my hand - first on salal then in a nearby puddle - great disappointment left me shaking my head.
Who does this!? Who is so lazy that they can't use the nearby privy? And, if you simply can't get to the privy, who is so lazy they cannot properly, excuse me, shit in the woods? This disappointment caused me to think of a whole host of things that disappoint me about those who wander into the wilderness uneducated and uncaring. I will save that rant for another time.
After Purell-ing my hands - twice - I ditched my previous lean-to effort and strung a rope across the two trees that fronted my campsite. I awkwardly attached my tarp, making several adjustments before complete. It wasn't that pretty, but it gave me a spot out of the rain to work on attaching debris to my pack.
Without company to distract me, the "worry about everything" part of my mind ran rampant on the hike back to the trailhead. Questions like, "What diseases can I catch from someone else's poop?" filled my head. Or, "Oh, no. I have a slight puncture in the skin on my other hand. Do you think when I washed BOTH of my hands in the puddle I contaminated my other hand with possible disease?"
Thankfully, a kind and familiar face greeted me at the check-in station which brought a smile back to my face. After unloading my haul into a nearby dumpster, I noted a large group of people in the parking lot. As I saw the coolers, beer and surfboards I simultaneously thought two things: I bet they're a fun group and I'm going to have noisy neighbors this evening (the group at the point had departed).
I made quick time getting back to my camp. And, to my surprise, the site at the point had already been taken by a group of three. It seemed a safe bet that the big group would be camping elsewhere. The evening proved relaxing, thanks to my tarp. I sat watching the waves, birds and clouds while waving at passing hikers.
The following morning I enjoyed coffee and breakfast before packing up all my wet gear. I opted to walk the beach back to the start of the inland trail. As I neared the path, the rain became a drizzle and I allowed myself to beachcomb prior to hiking back to the trailhead. It was a relaxing way to end my trip.
I'm endlessly drawn to the sea and I'm endlessly thankful for my time spent near water's edge (yes, even when I get handfuls of things unwanted). I've been participating in coastal cleanup events for many years now (since 2006) and in the last few years I've made it a priority to volunteer for both the spring Washington Coast Cleanup and fall International Coastal Cleanup. I feel lucky that I've been able to do this. It's highly rewarding to give back to an area that you love and an area that has given me so much.
Mark your calendars: Saturday, April 23, 2016 will be Washington Coast Cleanup.
Crews have been working around the clock since Saturday to clean the city streets. - Washington, D.C. via 500px ift.tt/1Vqctba
The building wasn't pleasant to look at.I'm confident the city won't miss it. The people who lost their lives in it's destruction, though? That's another thing. No one in that building deserved what they got today, yet they're dead. I couldn't save them. Just listen to their hearts run out of beats one by one. All I can do now is stand outside and watch the "cleanup". My mind is so cluttered I don't even notice the Daily Planet's news crew, with her leading the pack. I'm on camera and she's here. I'm shoved into bottling everything up and putting on a facade for them. I an't let the people see me like this. I've never been good at hiding things, though. And it goes to show when some EMTs pass by with a stretcher. It's covered, but I know an innocent is under those covers. My fake grin falls apart as I watch the EMTs take the body away. I look at the person on that stretcher, and without a word give my apologies and ask--no, beg for forgiveness. Forgiveness for the fact that I wasn't quick enough, and now this person has payed the ultimate prie for my own shortcomings. I keep watching the EMTs take the body away, until I hear something. Two miles northeast from here, the familiar violent "WHUMP" sound of two cars crashing. I can recognize from the sound how fast one of them was going. There's no other way to put it: those people need help, now. I turn to her, tell her I'm needed and offer my analogies to her. She nods at me and I ascend, making my way to the crash as fast as I possibly can, hoping that I can finally do something right today...
pine fell on a path and was kind of a corkscrew shape so certain measures taken to keep it from rolling while I cut it (wife’s photo)
Orangespine Unicornfish, Naso lituratus, being cleaned by a Hawaiian Cleaner Wrasse, Labroides phthirophaugus, Kona coast, Big Island, Hawaii, Pacific Ocean.
Anyone know the story behind the derailment seen here? This is on the Toledo, Peoria & Western at Rogers Group east of Kentland, IN. Based on the grade crossings, no trains have traveled this line since the roads were last plowed. It looks like cleanup and repair is well underway. EDIT: Found this set of photos and explanation.
Several Harrisburg Students participated in flood clean up effort run by the Lend-A-Hand program on Friday, September 30th. The clean up took place in Hershey from 9 a.m. until late in the afternoon. The group from Widener assisted in removing paneling and ceiling tiles from a flooded house that dated back to the 1700’s. Students were provided with rubber boots, masks and gloves.
Third year student Matthew Dorry said, “It was a great experience to work with members of the community struggling to recover from the recent flooding. The event went very well. We tore down the basement interior quickly so the homeowner can obtain contractors to start rebuilding. Lend-A-Hand was a great opportunity for Widener students like us to assist others who need help.”
Groups are continuing to be arranged. If you are interested in helping out, please contact Nicole Radziewicz at nradz704@live.kutztown.edu or Kristin Potter at kmpotter60@gmail.com. Sign-Up sheets are also available on TWEN.
This picture was taken during our walk around Selebarum Kampung, a village built upon stilts within the city of Kota Kinabalu of Sabah, Malaysia.
Photos taken for work of the cleanup effort underway at Hoover High School and Meredith Middle School after severe thunderstorm. Hail the size of golf balls and larger damaged the roof of the campus, causing water damage throughout the schools.
Es necesario mantener una cierta higiene en las calles del Imperio... Con esta idea, nació la "Patrulla de limpieza"
Photos taken for work of the cleanup effort underway at Hoover High School and Meredith Middle School after severe thunderstorm. Hail the size of golf balls and larger damaged the roof of the campus, causing water damage throughout the schools.
Photos taken for work of the cleanup effort underway at Hoover High School and Meredith Middle School after severe thunderstorm. Hail the size of golf balls and larger damaged the roof of the campus, causing water damage throughout the schools.
These workers in neck-to-toes hazmat suits, walked up and down the beach, bent over, picking up tiny balls of jelly-like oil, which they deposited in big plastic bags they dragged behind them.
Another year, another cleanup - and, as always, lots and lots of marine debris.
Myself, footsore311 and a couple of friends participated in the Washington Coast Cleanup this past weekend. Despite a weather forecast of rain, rain and more rain we enjoyed spells of clear skies, a lovely sunset, moon sightings and ferocious winds that managed to dry out all our wet gear upon departure yesterday morning.
I've been visiting Sand Point since my childhood. I've visited with friends and family. I've visited during all seasons. I've visited during wild storms (on purpose). I've night hiked in. I've night hiked out. When I embarked on my first solo overnighter a couple of years ago, Sand Point proved a fitting destination.
This past trip I was thinking about those visits, as well as the places that are nearest and dearest to my heart.
Sand Point is certainly one of my favorite places.
It is a place where my heart sings.
It is a place I will never tire of visiting.
It is a place I'm deeply thankful for - and as such, it's very rewarding to do my part to keep this treasured place a little bit cleaner.
What places are you thankful for? Be it a beach, mountain or forest trail - consider saying "thank you" to your favorite places by picking up garbage during your next visit.
www.stvincent.edu | Our Bearcat athletic teams volunteered their time to help cleanup campus in anticipation for Homecoming and Fall Family Weekend.