Well, I wanted to post a walk for Robin over at Breezes At Dawn, who runs Walktober for us here in WordPress-land. I’m a day late for her deadline, but still in October, so thought I just MIGHT get in on her round up if I was fast this morning. My friend Jane and I wanted to go kayaking, but it had turned kind of brisk, so we decided on a walk instead.
We wanted to go to Dumbarton Oaks, but the gardens are closed through at least December. I knew Great Falls would be crowded on such a beautiful day, but the night before the walk, I remembered Dyke Marsh. I wrote about the marsh earlier this year when my friend Carolyn and I took a walk on New Year’s day. Seems like a million years ago.
The marsh was very much itself and beautiful as ever on the lovely day we had. It’s next to a park along the Potomac and adjacent to Belle Haven Marina, where I rent a kayak when I want to paddle through the marsh. One of the things you notice if you walk river paths is that the movement of the water scours out little beaches. They tend only to last a season and then there are new ones made at the next flood.
It’s not a long walk, and one that Jane and I are used to seeing from the water, but both of us stopped periodically to search out the source of a scent or try to identify a bit of flora. Often the flora doesn’t belong in the marsh, brought there by flood and tide, but much of the time it’s nice to see jewel weed, cattails, and other bottomland plants.
When you live in a city or suburb, if you grew up in the country, one of the things you miss is seeing a horizon. One of the things I like about living here is that it doesn’t take too long to get somewhere where a horizon is in view. And a long path is always a nice thing to see as well.
There’s also a boardwalk that gives views of the marsh.
From there, we saw some kayakers and both thought simultaneously, “That could have been us.”
We also saw a type of rose off to the side of the walkway that was growing where it would be subject to the tide. It had made hips for the fall. As I was looking at it, I saw this northern water snake resting after a meal. It had likely eaten a frog…
We went on to have a look at the island across the way from the end of the walkway. As we stood there, crows seemed to be gathering for the evening.
Have a good week. My next post will be on Geoff Le Pard’s book of poetry, including an interview on just how he writes on so much different stuff.