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Ten Thousand Smokes, Sapphire Tarns, and Crystal Lakes

October 7, 2023uniquelytheo3 Comments

Valley of Ten Thousand Smokes

Our second day of flightseeing was filled with exhilarating explorations of forest rimmed crystal lakes, vast areas of tundra, and a volcanic-ash covered valley. On day 3 we were heading back to Katmai Park and Preserve to explore some of its remote mountain lakes. The first order of business of course is “dressing out.” The less then delightful Alaska weather that I experienced over the summer was cool and rainy and all of our pilots and guides corroborated that this was indeed the case as well at Clark and Katmai. This weather pattern was continuing to shroud Alaska with rain, fog, mist, and the area remained cloaked in clouds. The end result of this is the lake water levels are elevated and in most cases have lipped the available beach. Thus, not having any feline genes to rely on , I found getting out and off of a float plane is not particularly a graceful activity as I no longer can claim to be lithe and spry. Stepping off the floats onto unstable beaches can be quite hazardous if one cares about having dry feet. So this was the day we were to don the hip waders for our lake outings. Though they felt quite clunky, now I could just plunk my feet down into the water and prance up onto the stony shore.

Since I hate to be cold and wet I definitely chose to over-pack including an extra raincoat, extra socks, a warm hat, and gloves, shoes and of course water. I skipped the sun screen. Bet you can figure out why! I was already wearing long underwear, hiking pants and shirt, a hoodie, and rain pants and rain jacket. I was well insulated and cocooned for whatever the weather gods might hurl, toss, heave, or sling our way and imagined I could be mistaken for a teletubby .

Once airborne, and with Tasia as “copilot, ” the aerial view of the landscape below was of breathtaking diverse wilderness. An extensive agglomeration of crystal clear lake accessible by float plane. We wove our way south from Lake Clark buzzing over Lower Tazimina Lake, Lake Iliamna , Moraine Creek, Battle Lake, Nonvianuk Lake, and Coville Lake to our fist landing at on Grosvenor Lake. This lake is fed by glacier meltwater as it was carved out in the Ice Age by glaciers on the run and is surrounded by spruce and birch forrest. On a sunny day it would be an azure blue but this day it had a chilling steel gray hue and I definitely was not enticed to take a swim.

The beach of this lipping full lake consisted of a deep loose layer of mostly pebbles and small stones which when walking shifted beneath my feet. It seemed a bit precarious as I walked on the stones or waded at waters edge and gingerly negotiated this unstable terrain proximate to the icy water in the clunky waders. As I approached a fellow adventurer, he asked me if I had noticed the bear tracks. My mind then had this vivid picture of experiencing an accidental dunk only to right my dripping self and come face to face with a bear. It’s easy to forget that these lakes are also bear territory and we are the interlopers and I image definitely not welcome unless the bear is particularly hungry.

In exploring the beach, I tend to view things from a macrovision perspective of the surrounds and my daughter Tasia, avid explorer, photographer and artist has a keen eye for seeing things from a distance and envisioning their amazing beauty, which others might well regard as beach detritus. Her photographs below reveal an incredible beauty of the vibrant life, death and colors of the beach including a salmon jaw, fungi, stones, flora, cones…

After exploring this classic stony freshwater lake beach, we were winging our way south towards and over the Bay of Islands which is a labyrinth of rocky islets, rugged cliffs, dense forests and interior lakes. This is yet another area of pristine wilderness mostly untouched by humans due to its remoteness and lack of accessibility except by boat or seaplane and of course bear territory.

As we traveled farther south, the landscape began to change dramatically from the lush verdant greens and the blues and grays of the clear lakes to a stark and eerily beautiful other worldly landscape of volcanic ash and magma. The Valley of Ten Thousand Smokes was created by a fast moving current of hot gasses and volcanic matter in 1912. It was the largest eruption of the 20th century and 30 times the volume of magma from the Mt St. Helen eruption that many of us recall as so devastating. Its name stems from the steam and gases emitted over time by the hot volcanic ash and has nothing to do with the Alaskan native’s smoking habits. This is a vast expanse of ash-covered terrain in a palette of many hues from very light tans , varying shades of gray, brown, rust, desert sand, buff, taupe… The area is threaded with ash covered plains, steam vents, fumaroles, and hot springs and somewhat resembles a lunar landscape. The meltwater channels, springs, streams and creeks have cut deep gorges into the deep lava ash. These streams and channels in the Valley, however, carry very high loads of glacial flour, silt, sand, and pumice giving the water often a milky hue and if I were hiking down there , it would not be potable source to refill my water bottle. Delightfully we also evidenced the capacity for our earth to regenerate as plants and wildlife are returning to this very inhospitable environment. As a hiker, gazing down at this otherworldly terrain, I had a yearning to be able to perhaps experience the Valley first-hand though I imagine it would be quite a demanding experience to hike this terrain. If I find mud, protruding roots and tripping rocks challenging in the forest, I can imagine that walking on volcanic ash would be like walking on sand dunes or a loose sandy beach. As I pictured myself sinking in to this unstable surface, kicking up poofs of dust and fine particles with each footfall , I quickly told my asthmatic lungs and my hip joints that I would not when back at the lodge hire a guide to lead me on a hike.

How fortunate I felt to be able to experience the phenomenal variety and beauty of this raw wilderness area and it being just a small array of the magnificence of our earth. No need for psilocybin or magic mushrooms to feel the euphoria of breathing in the awesome beauty around. We headed back north over a varied terrain including the Savoneski River area and landed on an island that was in the middle of “no name lake” (our guide did not know it’s name, my camera did not recognize it, and the park maps did think it important enough to put a name on its map, and thus clearly I do not know its name). What was unique here was the evidence of volcanic rock ledges. The rocks display a distinct layered structure, resembling stacks of ragged edged pancakes. These ledges are composed primarily after the volcano erupts and and lets loose from it’s vents or fissures many layers of lava, pumice, and ash. Volcanic rocks form when the hot oozy sticky molten lava starts charging and slithering down the slope and gets chilly as it is no longer hanging out in its very hot pressure cooker . Voila we have igneous rocks (I remember this from my geology badge in Girl Scouts).

Drifting north back over Lake Grosvenor we were viewing the cold treeless tundra with its low-lying vegetation and the extensive network of lakes, large and small, that were excavated by glaciers on the run eons ago. Purportedly they are teaming with wildlife (otters, seals, bears and moose) but on this day none were seen out there fishing, swimming or sunbathing on the shores. Many of the lakes can be recreational and a fisherman’s paradise IF one can afford to get to them. This thankfully helps keep this wilderness relatively pristine. Additionally, I was beginning to notice that fall was starting to creep into the areas of the tundra, with some browning and yellowing visible.

The final descent for our float plane today was a smooth touchdown on a choppy Lake Kulik. I was beginning to notice the lakes beaches we were visiting were of very similar composition until on this beach I began to notice the exquisite array of conglomerates rocks. I imagine that the glaciation in the Ice Age transported pebbles and rocks which eventually became compacted and cemented over times.

Soon it was time to get airborne. Every take off and landing gives me an adrenaline charge. I can’t say that I am fearful but there is a bit of edginess as I am sitting right behind the pilot and watching how far we have yet to get airborne before the end of the lake. Same for the landing as the pilots definitely don’t want to land too far distant from their selected landing spot. Taxiing an aircraft around like a car on the water is definitely not the preferred mode of getting from touchdown to the beach. The path heading back to Port Alsworth cruised over more stunning vistas. Though there was not on todays journey the heightened energy of being ten feet away from a grizzly bear, the excursion was thoroughly enjoyable and satisfying.

#32 Chunk, #747, and Other Fat Bears

September 28, 2023uniquelytheo1 Comment

Our second day was the day that was, for me, the most highly anticipated of all of the adventures awaiting us. We would take a float plane over to Brooks Camp at Katmai National Park and Preserve where we would spend the day bear viewing and photographing some of those notorious Brown Bears (grizzlies) pigging out on salmon in preparation for a winter of hibernation and generally hanging out in their natural environment.

Heading South out of Port Alsworth in our float plane of the day, despite it being a relatively cloudy day, the cloud cover was high enough and we were definitely flying low enough to have excellent vistas . Heading out of Port Alsworth we were soon winging our way over the Newhalen River and Lake Iliamna, the largest lake in Alaska (77 miles long and 22 miles wide). The boreal forest of spruce and birch and the alpine tundra and in this area had a stark beauty with it’s colorful low-lying shrubs, mosses and lichen; areas of marshes, bogs, mossy terrain worthy of championship status , and lakes I would best describe as a waterlogged masterpiece of an earthscape.

Arriving at Brooks camp around 11:00, upon exiting the plane , we were advised to not head to the park headquarters via the beach trail because of a grizzly, loitering on the beach enjoying the lake vista. Once we completed the orientation at the headquarters, used the restroom facilities, and consumed our sack lunches which were prepared per our order the previous evening, we made our way to boardwalk platforms for our first up close and though not too personal encounter with some of ursine residents of of Katmai. Since this is almost the end of the season feeding frenzy, the number of bears was considerably less than in the peak months of July and August. The upside of this is that the number of human non-residents interlopers is quite low and thus no massive lines and long waits to be on the platforms enjoying the bears. Our guide said that at times in the summer there is a 3 hour wait and time-limits to be on the viewing platforms. We thoroughly enjoyed observing the bears swimming, dunking, water-walking, scavenging, submerging, and even doing a little bit of fishing in the area. By this time most of the bears have reached a high enough level of fat stores to see them through the winter hibernation and are heading into the forest to much on berries and other forest delicacies for the minerals and other nutrients they need as well.

Perhaps you have heard of the grizzlies of Katmai. The Fat Bear Week celebration has made the national news and is a fun way to celebrate the end of the season of gorging on salmon. There is high concentration of salmon in the falls area so it draws a large number of bears to it. In direct contrast to the human beauty contests which prize leanness and minimal body fat, we are celebrating these bears success to hopefully ensure their survival over the winter. People get to vote for their favorite chubby bear who has packed on the pounds before their long winter nap. Why do we as humans not celebrate our accomplishment when we pack on the pounds whether on a vacation or just have been enjoying the plentitude of food be it gourmet or fast food.

As I watched these bears such words as cute, adorable, playful came to mind but had of course needed to remind my self of the lethality that they pose if I were to jump down and try to pet or swim with the bears like I swam with the dolphins. By the way, though at times I take significant personal risks, this DID NOT enter my mind as a real possibility. Soon it was time to hike the one mile trail up to Brooks Falls where the iconic picture of bears feeding is Brook Falls is taken.

Here again, at Brooks Falls there were only a few bears but it definitely just as satisfying as if there had been a dozen plus. I have two favorites which both have been winners in the past. Chunk (#32) and #747.

Chunk is a very large adult male and quite the bully. He has a very impressive scar across his muzzle so he is easily recognizable. I had read that Chunk is consistently one of the largest and, definitely from my observation, the most dominant bears at the falls and that was the case on this day. It has been estimated that he tips the scales at 1,200 lbs before the lazy days of winter. He was determined to have sole proprietorship of the falls this day. He would chase off any other bear hoping to join the salmon feast. He frequently occupies probably the best fishing spots mid-stream and occupied the same spot and another one closer to the shore for the extent of time we observed him. Despite his fishing skills, he resolutely challenged any other bear who wished to also enjoy a prime fishing spot.. The uncanny part of this is that he did not seem to be too interested in serious fishing (he did not catch a the salmon during my observation period) despite watching many salmon leaping up the falls to reach their spawning ground, but was playfully performing for the spectator by making a pretense at it all the while playing “I am king of the castle…” He did some spectacular belly flops in his faux fishing regime.

Chunk

#747

#747 is know as the largest bear to inhabit the Brooks River and charmed the masses in 2020 to vote him the winner of chunkiest of the chunky. Thus he is quite stocky and recognizable by his size, more “dainty” short muzzle, ragged ear and a dark brown coat. It has been said that the has quite assertive disposition and he has been at the top of the hierarchy at Brooks Falls.

Bears establish a hierarchy and the most dominant bears get the best fishing spots. But Chunk had the upper hand this day. Like our human counterparts, size alone can be intimidating and bears like 747’s with its size alone will find most bears to yielding their space to a behemoth like 747. I find it curious that on this day Chunk was the heir to the throne at least for today . I definitely will vote for Chunk if he becomes one of the elected contestants in fat bear week.

Though I was dazzled by the star bears, there were many other who were just going on doing what bears do best…fish!!! Of course these bears are quite habituated to having a paying audience . Though there is no entrance fee, to get to Katmai one must shell out considerable dollars as it is only accessible by float planes or boats. At times, I would swear these massive “teddies” were putting on a show but most likely they were just being their cute growly selves swimming, slogging and prancing about.

I definitely hated to depart but but it was time to make the return flight back to Port Elsworth on Lake Clark. We were supposed to flight-see the Valley of Ten Thousand Smokes but it was fogged in and the weather was deteriorating so we flew directly back to the Lodge with the landscape below partially shrouded with fog. and hauntingly beautiful.

The wind -up to this peak life experience was a beautiful sunset of pastel hues over Lake Clark.

Nature’s Skyscrapers, Liquid Turquoise, and Amphibious Planes

September 18, 2023uniquelytheo2 Comments

Most adventures that I blog include the task of getting there. Sometimes it is a tedious repetitive activity to be endured and other times it’s a stand alone episode. An so I begin the story of the latest venture in my quest to visit all of the National Parks in the USA, and in this case Lake Clark NP and Katmai NP (#53 and #54). My daughter, Tasia flew into Kenai AK and we spent three days packing up my household goods into a very tall U-Box to be shipped to Oregon and I bade farewell to my Alaska Homestead feeling more relief rather than sadness. Part of the “grande finale” of living on the Kenai for 5 summers was taking the time to comb Kenai Beach and the beach at Captain Cook State Recreation Area with Tasia, an avid rock and fossil connoisseur. The beach is littered with immense boulders that were dropped by melting glaciers. They dot the beach and mud flats offshore. A clutter, tumble and tangle of of colored rocks, of varying shades of red, green, yellow, clear, black and granite carpet the beach. The 50-60 foot eroded cliffs and the walled “canyons” that cut through the mudflats near the river outlet add a raw beauty to this area. The view of Aleutian Range of mountains across Cook Inlet is breathtaking and at that point, I did not know with a couple days I would be circling those behemoths in a float plane. This was a fitting preface for the explorations awaiting us.

We headed up to Anchorage the night before as it was a holiday week-end and I had an immense fear of a major accident closing the Sterling Highway, the only road off the Kenai Peninsula and not being able to get to Merrill Field in Anchorage for a departure the following afternoon. The next morning after one night in a shabby hotel (seems to be more and more of them since COVID all over the place.) We discussed our options for the day until our appointed arrival time at Merrill Field. Having no interest in the Anchorage city scape or shopping ops, we chose to hike the trail to Thunderbird Falls north of Anchorage. The one-mile undulating trail to Thunderbird Falls traverses a lichen and fungi enriched birch forest along the Eklutna River canyon with steep cliffs on both sides of the gorge to a deck with views of this 200-foot waterfall. The view of the falls from the overlook was not particularly impressive in my mind because the platform is quite a distance away. There was no keen sense of the power of the water cascading over the falls but it was a lovely hike.

Our more adventure spirits took us down a side trail into the canyon, hopefully to the base of the falls. It was a suitably muddy, tripping root, somewhat steep traverse . What a downer at the bottom as I would have had to climb into the frigid rushing water making my way upstream on the slick rocks to the get close enough to the base of the falls to experience the chilly spray of Thunderbird Creek or get a unlimited view of the entire cascade. Camera zooms definitely create the illusion in my photo of one being in the spray zone of the falls. Since this hike was not a time trial to be annotated in a log book but a leisurely stroll, taking time to appreciate and to explore nature’s passion for multifarious life forms was pure pleasure. The fungi on and the array of hues of the birch trunks along the trail was enchanting

After a picnic lunch at Mirror-Edmonds Lakes Park, we headed to Merrill Field and the Lake Clark Air terminal. How grateful I was that I didn’t have to deal with Ted Stevens International Airport and its massive parking mess. Merrill field is the primary field for small private wheel-equipped aircraft and the thus home base for Lake Clark Air Service which is the airline based in Port Alsworth, Alaska providing transportation for our tour to remote areas of Katmai and Lake Clark National Park and Preserve. Unlike most airlines when checking in for flights, on theses small aircraft they not only weigh your bags but weigh you as well. I hate to be weighed let alone in public and often refuse to be weighed at a doctors office. In this instance, rather than trying to shed anything that would weigh me in heavier, I was grateful to hang onto boots, purse and anything else that would camouflage my actual weight. Their terminal was impressive and I was fervently hoping that their pilots and planes were equally impressive.

Once aboard our largest aircraft for the trip, a nine seater, the flight took us over the Cook Inlet, with views of its oil platforms and the bays and estuaries of the western shore of Cook Inlet. I was beginning to anticipate that this was going to be the bulk of the aerial view for this trip. Though they have their own unique beauty and can be stunning, I was ready for new aerial vistas and not a rerun of those ones I experienced last year. Then almost like a bolt out of the blue we were headed towards Lake Clark Pass , so named because it is a pass through the Aleutian Range from Cook Inlet to Lake Clark and which I understand now is the primary aviation route between Anchorage and the western part of Alaska. We were flying between and over towering snow-covered peaks. I have no idea how wide and at points narrow this pass is but it seems deceptively close at time as if our wings were close to brushing the jagged edges of the faces of cliffs. We experienced vista after vista of snow covered peaks, pillows of clouds , curling white ribbons of water cutting into knife-edge crevasses in the rock faces, and ice tongues crawling there way downslope

Coming out of the pass my eyes feasted on the amazing spectacle of the glacier-fed turquoise water of Lake Clark and the low green rolling hills surrounding it, with the village of Port Alsworth coming into view below. Soon we were in a quick decent approaching one of the two parallel, gravel thousand-foot-long runways. We skidded to a halt kicking up a cloud of dust to announce our arrival. What an auspicious beginning to a week-long adventure into the mostly untamed wilderness of these Alaska parks.

I was not sure what to expect when booking our stay at Lake Clark Farm Lodge. What we got far surpassed what I had anticipated. We settled into our cozy cabin fronting the Lake and I gazed at the float planes parked right outside our door. Had I expected the quality of the Ritz-Carlton, I would have been sorely disappointed and probably would have much to complain about. But rooms were adequate, cozy, warm and had decent Keurig coffee pods instead of those lame hotel packets that brew very mildly caffeinated brown water. But everything else was first-rate. The meals were of exceptional high quality, elegantly served in a rustic dining room with several flights of stairs to climb to reach the main lodge, thus working up an appetite.

And this was just Day One of of a full week of exploring Lake Clark and Katmai National P arks.

Conk, Weeping Skies, and Fish in the Tree Tops

August 24, 2023August 24, 2023uniquelytheo4 Comments

I was determined to do a decent hike so day three became the Bartlett River Trail day. I was absolutely NOT astounded when I parted the curtains upon arising to discover there was a steady stream of wet projectiles descending upon the already drenched soil of Glacier Bay. I said to myself: “How fortunate you are Theo to be able to experience the Bartlett River Trail in this temperate rain forest during a day when a rain forest is doing what it does best. RAIN, RAIN, RAIN.” And that it did for the entire 5.88 miles and 4 hours and 20 minutes I slogged on through this.

Now I was well dressed, I thought. I would keep my feet dry by putting plastic bags over my double socks in my trail shoes. However the zip-lock variety was all I had available, so they would have to do. I had a base layer of light weight polyester underwear under my hiking pants which were under my 15 year old rain pants. My top was layered with polyester under shirt, a long sleeve t-shirt, a shell vest, and my bright pink flannel lined rain jacket which I had patched the hole in it with silver tape. I had a visor hat to keep the rain out of my eyes. My daypack was not waterproof but I put everything in a plastic bag inside of it, including snacks, extra clothing, a warm cap and gloves. I headed out with the spirit of adventure, feeling a bit mummified given how thickly I had wrapped myself, but was grateful at least today I wasn’t carrying a heavy backpack or returning to a tent.

To reach the Bartlett River Trail, I hiked out via Tlingit Trail. This was a easy stroll on a well maintained gravel path along the shoreline passing the Tlingit Tribal House and Raven and Eagle totems..

Upon reaching the trail head, my l intention was to hike the 8 mile round trip trail to Bartlett Lake. I merrily (though that feeling stayed only for a very brief moment) headed out but after the first half mile of jutting rocks, the complex webs of spruce roots, and puddles ankle deep, I knew it best to take the shorter Bartlett River Trail lest, at the pace I was moving forward, I would chance missing my plane the next afternoon and be charged an extra day for not checking out by noon. I really did not want to spend a night inhabiting the Tongass National Forest. This is a noteworthy choice since more often than not I do not make rational decisions. I prefer to be bullheaded and emotional and forge on. But I think that was probably the only reasonable decision of the day. By now I was also beginning to think that perhaps my solo jaunt into this wilderness wasn’t necessarily a wises choice since there were not throngs of hikers like the conga lines I experienced in Rocky Mountain National Park. Grasping at anything to validate my choice to continue solo, there was a group of about a 10 people headed out the trail to fish and there were in the first 1/2 mile two different couples returning from a much earlier morning hike. I concluded that perhaps this is after all a well traveled trail. I reasoned that if a root or a rock thwarted my forward momentum, I would not languish out there never to be found in this cell phone free wilderness. However , thereafter I saw nary a soul and might well have had to crawl out of this forest of dripping leaves and rotting trees should I turn an ankle or incur some other injury.

I had been asked “aren’t you worried about bears ?” This is definitely bear territory. Brown Bears (grizzly) occur in the Alaskan rainforest in densities that are unrivaled anywhere. My thought process (probably convoluted thinking) was ”NO” because this is the time of year when the salmon are plentiful and I imagine that any bear would certainly prefer to be down by the water fattening up on those fresh salmon fillets, preparing for their long winters sleep instead of foraging in the forest for a few measly low calorie berries and come upon me. Since I am writing this post hike, you already, I am sure, have assumed that I neither got attacked by a grizzly nor did I fall prey to the raised root and tripping rock hazards with my broken body needing to be carried out and languish in a hospital.

Actually hiking in this rain forest was a truly amazing experience in so many ways. Think about the herbaceous vegetation, under an old growth canopy of tall old coniferous trees, that one witnesses on the forest floor: the humus, understory of mosses, mushrooms, fungi, lichen, ferns and some shrubs and berries.

First it was amazingly brutal for there were very few areas for each footfall in which there were not entwined roots, rocks, moss, algae, slick mud, and waterholes to pick my way through. Now for the fleet of foot this would not be as daunting but for an older adult (who has already broken an ankle and a hip) with osteoporotic bones it might not end too well should I pitch forward , sideways or even backwards when I got it in my head to leap, swagger, prance, flounce or trot about through the mass of roots in this fairy forrest. So proceeding cautiously (which I am not know for), I at first took on the challenge of avoiding sloshing through the puddles as much as possible – an almost impossible endeavor – until I realized how absurd this was because I had the clear sensation of wet feet and assumed I now had very leaky plastic bag liners.

But by inching ahead so slowly I could begin to really appreciate the dramatic landscape that a rain forest is. The forest floor is covered with ferns and mosses, and epiphytes abound (mosses, lichens, ferns, and other plants that grow on other plants.)

Mosses were every where crawling up the trunks and out on the limbs, hanging down from the branches, hugging just about every surface, enveloping every stump, coating rocks, fingering ferns, carpeting the forest floor, sponging up nutrient and water, basting the bark of trees…these robust soggy mini-forests are lush pioneers that can just grow about anywhere in the rainforest and oft are the first to colonize an area.

The root base of tipped trees I found eerily haunting. Because of shallow soils and high water tables, the roots of very tall trees do not often extend deeper than 24 inches into the soil so they thus are particularly prone to tipping over during the windy and rainy fall season when soils are saturated. Stumps and downed trees proliferated and were rotting back into the ground or standing sentry in their green velvet coats. They seemed stalwart if doing their job of decaying and decomposing to provide feed for the detritivore community.

I had read that fallen trees in a temperate rainforest are known as “nurse logs” because they provide shelter, nutrients and in some cases a platform on which young trees can grow.

I marveled at the myriad of stumps and logs raggedly rotting back into the ground. About one mile into the hike, I experienced a loud “thwunk” 6 inches in front of me. A good sized chunk of rotting wood from a tree above had come barreling down and on impact exploded into chips fit for a good garden mulch. I was thanking that mysterious guardian angle of mine that it was not my head that got cracked and had I not tarried for a couple seconds at some point it most likely would have been. This did give me pause to think about this other unforeseen danger hiking in this weeping rainforest. In fact this rainforest was totally distraught and sobbing heavily. But not to be derailed the wild tree climbing child in me took over and soldiered on.

They were hard to ignore and I was fascinated by the conks which are shelf-like fungal growths of artistic beauty on trees (aka shelf fungi or bracket fungi) and are members of the fungus kingdom which includes mushrooms, molds, and yeast. Unlike mushrooms, most conks are inedible because they are tough and corky or woody. They can be seen growing on tree trunks and limbs, stumps, fallen logs and are important recyclers in forest ecosystems in the process of decomposing woody material. Some were “hatless” and others wore cloches of moss and lichen. Cloaks of lichens also were draped over many other surfaces and varied from bright green to olive drab.

Mushrooms have a captivating appearance. I wonder what these open parasols were sheltering whatever creatures might be hunkering down to wait out the drizzle. Other s were inverted parasols catching the raindrops creating a shimmering pool. They could be seen dotting the rain swollen floor with a diversity of shapes size and colors and hues.

The shimmering veil of rain continued when this forest trail ended at an estuary near the mouth of the Bartlett River. I made the executive decision to stop here as I could already tell that I would be mired in deep mud should I have proceed a few hundred feet more to the actual mouth of the river. Wet is one thing but mud oozing into my shoes was not a necessary part of this rain forest experience. So it was time to plunk down on a large lichen covered boulder , with much of my “carefully wrapped” body draped in sodden attire and attempt to enjoy a lunch which was also getting quite sodden as I tried transporting the food to my mouth. The most successful piece of attire I had chosen was my visor in keeping the rain off my face. Water had dripped down into the arms of the raincoat every time I went to take a photo. My whole backside by now felt wet as I discovered that those ancient rain pants had split open.

Hiking out I plodded along with the drumbeat of the rain on the forest canopy and understory. The steady beat would have been totally mesmerizing had I not been quite aware that I was wobbling a bit like a Weeble and did not want to fall down. My legs were tired so I tried focusing on this living cathedral of towering trees, on the the diverse tapestry of the forest floor, and assessing the deeping puddles obscuring the obstacles ahead. In this type of immersion other folks have talked of a spiritual experience or a sacred moment in a lush and fecund forest, this waterfall from heaven. With the air solidly full of water, I was picturing fish swimming in the tree tops, hearing a torrential cacophony, and thinking about a hot shower back at the Lodge.

Upon my return, having had natures bath, I immediately climbed into the bathtub to strip out of my saturated clothes, stuffed them into a plastic bag, took a delicious hot shower , and then headed out to the “public laundromat” next to the lodge. I did not savvy either putting on these soppy clothes tomorrow should I need them or filling my suitcase with dripping, waterlogged apparel. This” laundromat” was not what I had expected but I did end up with dry gear. Now for a pricy well earned dinner in the Lodge, my mouth agape as I peered out the window of the dining room at blue skies!