He whined himself to sleep, which was cute/funny. Please note how he's grasping the strap even as he sleeps. Pudgy, little, determined hand.
Our little region here is a soil-rich river delta, basically. There are lots of little sloughs that wend their way hither and yon. Quite a considerable network of old dikes were built well nigh a hundred years ago now (old pioneer talk) to create more farmland and keep the Sound at bay. A great habitat for birds, otters, oysters, salmon, ligers, unicorns. Right now is duck hunting season, which is annoying because I feel mortal fear when I walk along the dike.
Not so long ago, all this land was covered in thick forest. Settlers cleared it. Evidently, the first part of the 20th Century saw mostly oats grown around here. Before the railroads established freight ways, farmers would have their own granaries built on wharves at the shore on their property so that boats could pull up to their farm and load their cargo directly from the farmer. (I've been reading local history. This won't be the first time I bore you.)
I can't be certain, but this sure looks like one of those granaries. Neat!
Here's another shot of the granary. Must belong to the Parks Department now. I so wanted to poke around, but I'm a scaredy-cat.Near the granary, we came across this weathered piece of old-timey machinery:
Some sort of yanky cranky wench thingie. So, Dad, what is it? Uncle Dan, any idea?
We didn't see much wildlife. Maybe they took the day off. We did see some sort of standard-issue wildlife, notably:
Seagulls
Mosquitos
Teenagers
It was a lovely, long walk. We just don't get time to do these things much (hardly ever) as a family because Woodworker is so diligently busy finishing his dream shop down the street. Someday soon they will have their new shop and he won't have to commute up to the old shop up in the woods where we used to live. But, one step in front of the other, a year of Sundays, we'll get there.
Happy Sunday!
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