It’s the Morning After and I’m feeling a little low energy and subdued for some reason, so I’ll keep this brief. With rain in the afternoon forecast, yesterday was another day well suited to morning excursions followed by an afternoon lunch date by the sea. Rachael will post her hike up into the hills on Cap Creus separately, so here I’ll stick to my outing to nearby Aiguamolls Natural Park, maybe my last best chance to pad the year’s bird count before we fly home. It’s Election Day back home, and taking off on a bird hunt is the perfect use of the day for me - tranquil, absorbing, distracting. When I bike back into town four hours later I realize I haven’t thought about the election for the entire time I’ve been away. Very therapeutic.
Biking out of Roses along its long, flat bayside promenade.
Not far out of town I follow a different channel down to the shore, thinking I might see a shorebird or two. Instead, I see this dog charging across the sand toward me.
He stops at my feet, drops his sandy tennis ball between them, and looks up expectantly. I oblige him five or six times before deciding I should stop before I throw my arm out.
Here I’m crossing Empuriabrava, a resort community spanning one of the world’s largest planned marinas. Dozens of rectilinear channels chop up it up, and here I’m crossing it on one of the few through roads.
Scott AndersonTo Karen PoretThis guy was interesting to watch. As he moved he would repeatedly pull his long rear leg out of the water and it just kept coming. The reflection really accentuated the impression. Reply to this comment 1 month ago
