Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Once again, home

I rode my bike home from the University for the first time this year tonite.

You bicycle and motorcyle riders out there will agree with me when I say that riding a bike or a "bike" gives you prime access to the smells.  Be it hot asphalt, fresh hay, the smell of a river at night, or that ethereal smell of alpine fir at the top of a mountain pass - you get it in a way that those poor folk in their cars never experience.

The Burke-Gilman trail runs along the Ship Canal for much of its path from the University to the marina.  And for much of that length, it is fresh water in the Ship Canal.

But once I pass the Locks, it's salt water on my left.

And when I do pass the locks, the smell of the sea, high tide or low, makes an electric connection with my soul.  I know I've written about it before, but tonite it was a new experience all over again.  When I smell the salt water, it is an overwhelming feeling of  home.


1 comment:

Deb said...

Well said. I'm tired of smelling muddy water and I'm so ready to smell the saltwater...even if it means more stainless polishing :)

S/V Kintala

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