I road my bike around 38 miles this week total, albeit once I was side tracked by elk side eye and had to cut things short. Yesterday was my first ride out on the road going towards Lot A on the peninsula where the river meets the sea. A lot of mushroom hunters looking for the magical kind, along with some normal hunters probably after chantrelle, bolete and lobster.

The trellis, on the other side is Hammond, we’re riding out onto the spit
Funded by should read, tax payers
At the end of a chip and seal road there is a viewing bunker for estuary bird life
Earlier this week we went to see the new National Park entrance and say hello to JJ. I think the volunteer at the front desk was suspicious when we said were were just passing through to the gift shop.
There is some kind of mistake – why am I indoors? Hemi-kun

So they learned their lessons and stopped bringing the agro breed unsnipped dogs around right? Well no, they’ve lost whole chunks of their brains. The zombies just often go through motions they would have normally done in life. They are dead but they don’t know it yet. So the cats have to stay inside. No chasing grasshoppers. Maybe when the big fence goes in, God willing, we can have a little more peace.

Swash had a really high tide this week.

The mushrooms are popping off and going crazy which makes me recall the old tales about mushroom harvesting during the dark of the moon, along with potatoes and root veggies.

The chorus frogs started singing suddenly yesterday. Somehow they just all know at once, it’s time. Sing. It’s really interesting how many time functions are inside of us and every living thing and we all sync up without realizing it.