The other day we went for a walk with Pat and Peter and their enthusiastic doggie, Reggie. Like so many others here, they have worked out lots of different walks in and around Bear River and they are happy to share their discoveries and insights with us.

As a city girl, I didn’t learn to really think outside the box in terms of exploring the natural environment. For one thing, most of the real estate in a city is private and the existing parks are fairly tame and well marked with well travelled paths.
Bear River doesn’t have any official, marked walking trails, which is a pity, because there are so many walks and ways that the collective consciousness seems to know about.
We had checked out the marsh flats on the Annapolis side of Bear River, but we hadn’t walked along the shoreline at low tide.

It was quite interesting because the sights were beautiful. The low tide exposed the seaweed and funnily enough, it didn’t really smell seaweedy. I suppose because it is usually underwater, or maybe because of the type of plant?
There is also a lot of shale, flipped sideways by mother nature during the iceage, I suppose. It has eroded and crumbled and surprisingly, walking on the small, broken pieces is extremely slippery, especially if your soles are at all wet…….this even with the designer walking boots that I bought at REI in LA!!

Pat showed me that the water currents create whirlpools that shape the fallen shale pieces.

It is so peaceful and beautiful on the flats, that it all feels quite ancient, like you’ve just stepped into a time machine and been transported back thousands of years.

Reggie, who is adored by his owners and their friends, had fun catching a frisbee and he always provides lots of enthusiasm and entertainment for all.
Ahh, another perfect afternoon in Bear River.











7 responses so far ↓
Audrey T // July 2, 2008 at 12:20 pm
How I envy you as you walk the salt-flats.You are right to say that it seems like an ancient world.Last September I was lucky enough to spend many wonderful hours there,sometimes drawing but often just enjoying the remarkable wild flowers which seem,like Reggie, to thrive in the wilderness beside the river.
Barbara // July 3, 2008 at 5:09 pm
Lovely photos of a beautiful spot, and the
doggie is the icing on the cake.
Barbara
Flora // July 4, 2008 at 9:15 am
Audrey, I wake up every dad amazed by the scenes around me…I hope that sensation never leaves me.
As for the salt-flats..it’s true that when you are there, the beauty of the surroundings is so enveloping and welcoming.
The other somewhat amazing part in this consumer-driven world of ours is that it is free!
I’m still pinching myself!
I hope to meet you someday on those salt-flats!
Flora // July 4, 2008 at 9:17 am
Barbara, the doggie reminds me of your Zoe…so exuberant and friendly! Hey, that cherry pie on your blog looked soooo tasty! Good for you and Steven!
Barbara // July 5, 2008 at 2:18 am
Flora,
Our Zoey is part Border Collie. Boy I wish there
was some way to give you a piece of that pie. It
is all gone. I pitted another four cups tonight – so
I better not eat the next pie. It’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted, and you wish you could just live on it — skip the fruit and veg and healthy food. Love your blog, love the blue flowers.
Barbara
flora // July 5, 2008 at 9:50 am
Reggie is part Border Collie, part German Shepard. Energy plus!!! And friendly too.
Those blue flowers are Borage….imagine, you can eat them too. I’ll have my piece of pie sprinkled with Borage flowers please!
Barbara // July 6, 2008 at 6:45 pm
Hi Flora,
My reading on borage suggests it tastes like cucumber and can be steeped to make a tea
that is good for colds. Candied borage flowers are used on cakes, but they wouldn’t be right for Steven’s shockingly amazingly, wonderful and stupendous, sour cherry pie. A work of art all unto its own. My family and guests have eaten two of these babies in two days! The first one had a crust made from The Joy of Cooking, the second a Paté Brisée crust from Reagan Daley’s In The Sweet Kitchen. The first one was amazing, the second transported us so far from this planet that our toes (if we could still see them) have not touched down on earth yet.