After the rains a week ago, David and I watched a good bit of debris pass our anchored boat. The logs, trash, and occasional big tree limbs were carried by the swift storm waters in the main flow of the slough and we patted ourselves on the back for anchoring in a widened nook out of the currents. Even so, a couple days after the rains ended the waters turned muddy from runoff far upstream in the Sacramento and the current quickened and brought even more debris. Continue reading
The Tuft of Kelp
All dripping in tangles green,
Cast up by a lonely sea
If purer for that, O Weed,
Bitterer, too, are ye?
Herman Melville
After the Storm
It’s rained off and on for a few days culminating in a downpour this afternoon. Afterwards, the world around us is pretty and sparkly and we are rewarded with the view from the foredeck of a beautiful rainbow.
