The hourly forecast said that the rain would start in the afternoon so I called Helen (of Helen's guide service, recovering from back surgery) at 8:30 AM to see if she wanted to take a walk. We tried to get out on the flats below her house and where the elk hang out, but the river was too high so we drove up river to the "Ferry Hole." While we walked she explained that it was where, before the bridge was built(1934), a ferry crossed the Rogue.
The river was high but peacefully flowing seaward. There were some fall colors and some trees plump with spring buds. A few buffleheads floated in the eddies.
After about an hour and a half I dropped Helen off and drove down the south bank road.
Dungeness fishermen were able to start fishing at midnight. The bar seemed impassable, the ocean angry. Spray formed a cloud along the south jetty as it sparkled in the sun.
I crossed the bridge and continued down the north jetty. One cat hung out at the Jetty-cat houses. No raccoons, this time.
I walked out the jetty and down the beach, happy to be out on a spectacular day.
It started drizzling by 2:00 PM, and rained by 4:00. Another front is moving in and it may rain most of the week.
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