Stetattle Creek is my favorite place to go when it’s really hot here in the upper Skagit. Yesterday met that criteria. Oscar and I spent several hours in the cool of that natural air-conditioning.
It was luscious.
A soft cool occasional breeze off the glacier-fed stream brushes my arms and shoulders
Oscar stretches out beside me, offering his belly for me to scratch.
The light filtered through trees creates patterns of bright green among the moss and ferns across the creek.
Dark green juicy moss patches cover rocks within the creek.
Foamy white water glissades between those same rocks.
Brilliant blue green water swirls, marking deep slow sections of the stream.
Glassy green flat spots reflect big leaf maple leaves high above.
The shushing constancy of the movement of water soothes and refreshes me.
Golden brown, grey, and green rocks shine below the clean, c lear water.
Bugs, tiny and large, flutter, circle and dance, touching down occasionally on the smooth surface.
Gold leaves released from above float or plummet to collect in the stream.
The temperature fluctuates between nearly perfect, slightly cool, and almost too warm.
What a blessing to be here, savoring summer, even as it is winding down, burning out, slowly ebbing.