Moonstone on a foggy morning

A few days in Humboldt, enjoying the September weather. Warmer than home, and much more moist. A walk in the woods is an adventure in furry feces. Every pathway is dotted, clotted with turds in various states of decay. Curbing your dogs is not a concept embraced in the mildew-encrusted wilderness of Humboldt. Westhaven has changed so much, but is still home for me. Someday, when I am willing to assault my sinuses daily with the spore-filled air, I will return on a more permanent basis.

Egrets on Little River

New construction is popping up everywhere. Or maybe I just don’t remember the houses that used to be there.

Blue House

Had I been more motivated, I could have done an entire series of these fuzzy little wonders. Alas, my laziness kicked in and all you get is the one.

What can brown do for you?

Okay, two.

Fern and Fuzzy Turd

The trees on my parents’ property have been suffering lately. An apple tree had cracked down the center and was being held together with Gorilla Glue and ropes. A plum had been sat upon by a bear, who then proceeded to crap all over it. Thanks, bear. And here is a redwood that my dad backed into with a tractor.

A taped tree is a happy tree

I wish I were a whale

I missed a few things while in Humboldt, apparently. There’s a BMW dealership in McKinleyville now, which just boggles the mind for those of us who grew up near there. I’m sure there is more, but I was busy and not all that observant.

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