27 May 2009

Week Eight

San Francisco.

This past weekend I took my mom to San Francisco. Every time I leave the forest, and the bubble that is Arcata, I go through this process where the first day I'm a overwhelmed by all the people and noises, the second day I'm a little uneasy, and the third day I want to stay forever. There are so many characters, things to see and do, and so much diversity in San Francisco, and other larger cities. I miss this about living in a larger town.

Japanese Tea Garden.

California Blues Festival in Golden Gate Park.

These old people dancing made me very happy.

In the Streets.

The Last Morning.

20 May 2009

Week Seven

Regionals- Every week two crews are sent out of the area to survey owl territories, camp, and get little sleep. I think I have to upgrade from my Walmart sleeping bag.

Silhouettes- This was the craziest nest tree I've seen so far. It's like the million dollar mansion of the owl world.

The Ocean and the Mother-My mother came to visit this weekend. She stays through the week and next weekend were off to San Francisco.

This photo is obviously out of focus, but for some reason I liked it.

The Redwoods and the Mother- On Sunday we went down to Humboldt Redwoods State Park and drove down the Avenue of the Giants.



I don't usually take pictures of flowers unless they are especially special. :) I thought this rose made the cut.

11 May 2009

Week Six.

Driving to Work.

This is what I see everyday.

More Owls.

My boss just bought a Canon Rebel XSI. He let me borrow his 55-250. I want to buy one, but I probably won't. Gotta save the dollas for my future.

Camping and Hiking on the Lost Coast.

On Friday, my coworkers and I drove two hours to the Lost Coast. It's the longest stretch of untouched shoreline in the continental US. You can hike along the beach without a person in sight for miles. Friday night we camped and Saturday we did an 8 mile hike, round trip, to the coast. The mountain streams flowing into the ocean never seize to amaze me.

We took our bosses old Toyota Corolla which has 300,000 miles on it. The clutch made a loud noise that sounded like nails scratching a chalkboard every so often (but really all the time) and right before we started our hike we realized had a flat tire. We had to drive back at 50 miles an hour, but the donut made us all the way home.