A constant filter of Pacific Northwest gray can cast a pall over any outing, especially when it’s raining, again.
I don’t know if you’ve noticed but the weather this spring has been rather dreary, which makes getting up early to walk outside a bit troublesome. It’s especially difficult in spring when you’re eager for light, warmth and brightness, when your body pleads for vitamin D but the sun remains elusive, day after day after day . . .
Only the gray.
The best recourse, I’ve found, is to pick a beautiful setting in which to walk and the gray will disappear. Like magic the lush, vibrant greens and browns and reds take over and fill your senses with the joy of life and beauty and nature and in an instant the dankness is out of sight, gone.
That’s what happened last week when Mara shared her favorite walk in Juanita’s O.O. Denny Park with us.
Immediately upon entering the wooded ravine of O.O. Denny park I took one look around and forgot about the wet gray day. If it hadn’t been for Mara leading this walk I might not have made it outside, and I would’ve missed meeting Sylvia . . .
I mean, really, think about it . . . 600 years old! That’s a long time. Think of the changes that Douglas fir has seen, the conversations that tree has heard, the plethora of people who have admired her majesty.
Ms. Sylvia you are a sight to behold!
Look at the texture and color and age of her bark, the thick covering of moss.
She is beautiful!
But to put Sylvia’s actual size into perspective, let’s plant Mara and Becky beside her.
That’s a pretty darn big tree, alright. But I’m left wondering . . . how did Sylvia get her name? And how do we know that she’s the oldest tree in King County? A quick search on Google didn’t answer my questions but it did provide a lot of interesting facts about O.O. Denny Park, and directions to get there in case you’d like to experience this beautiful park and meet Sylvia for yourself.
Just beyond Sylvia is a restored stream that’s been enhanced to aid salmon on their return trip home. Needless to say, it was flowing strong this early spring day.
Across the road from the wooded ravine is Lake Washington with the lawn and beach portion of O.O. Denny Park. I imagine it populated with people on a sunny afternoon but on this day it’s just us walkers, and the Northwest Gray. Meeting Sylvia, however, has elevated my mood and I spot a hint of spring in a leaf-less tree that I might’ve otherwise missed.
It’s a beautiful day indeed.
Thanks for sharing your favorite walk with us, Mara. I see why you’re so fond of it.
Walk on my friends.