Ceremony


(I left a bit of Tom’s ashes here in a hole covered protectively with sand of the earth, marked by feathers of the skies and kelp from the sea.  There is a pile of prayer rocks above and the spot is marked and saved on my phone, 2.2 miles from the spot where the spit heads out to the Lighthouse, 5.5 miles out.  One day when I next visit i will have tea here with Tom, lunch at the Lighthouse, and a libation with Tom on the way back.  


Why Dungeness Spit? - because it was the watershed moment for Tom during our bike tour of Puget Sound, us having driven from Boise to Seattle after an engine failure of the old faithful VW van that clearly was not going to take us to BC to hike in the mountains we so love.  This bike loop had been one of my dreams, to ride around the Sound from Anacortes, to some of the San Juan’s, over to Victoria, across to Port Angeles, up the Olympics camp site above Port A and hike to the top, to Dungeness, Port Townsend, ferry across to and up Whidbey and back to Anancortes, so seize the moment!  At Dungeness, us emerging from a soaker of a night in the Heart of the Hills campground below the ridge of the Olympics, we biked into this Spit campground high on a bluff  to bask in this sun shadow spot.  He was sold.  I had long desired to get back to Seattle - the weather goddess cooperated for sure to swing the tide in that direction!  We have returned to the Spit almost annually in all these 34 years since!  


I will be visiting as long as i can walk at least 4.4 miles on sand at low tide)


Yes this is way longer than my normal - but it is the crux of my coming out here.  thanks for taking it in.