Mt. Baker's here, as is a certain species of tree that lives, I'm told, only right on the coast. A sinful breed, it seems, who sheds its bark to reveal a sinewy red wood that's probably the closest thing I've posted to nudity. Look only at your peril. Go ahead and chance one eye.
I took only a little camera along, figuring I wouldn't really get time to do much shooting. I was wrong. With one of my big horses, I could have pulled this bald eagle into view, but all I could get was something from considerable distance.
It's an awesome world here on the coast of the Sound. It's hard to disagree with these coffee drinkers in the Pac Northwest--there aren't many more beautiful places on earth, methinks.