Wetlands |
country roads |
One of the main things that strikes me as I set off down our
laneway is the miracle of being safe. To
be able to walk alone, a middle aged woman, down a quiet (depending
on ferry traffic) country road and feel physically safe is a gift that so many people in the
world don’t have. That thought mixes
with hundreds of others; some I try to let pass by, others help me get caught
up in the magic of eagles and hawks circling overhead, the wetlands teeming
with life and birdsong, the occasional deer stepping out of the woods and
friendly locals Islanders going about their day.
The best little golf course on Whidbey |
Part of my walking route takes me past a little par 3 golf
course nestled among dozens of rhododendron bushes and towering Douglas firs. I’m not much of a golfer – seven holes is
about my limit before I get bored, but Island Greens has a special feel to it. Probably not in the
eyes of a serious golfer, but it has funky little tee-off points from the backs
of old trucks and an honour system for paying and a cat called Sweet Boy who
leaves treats around the course to encourage people to come and play at what is
now the only public golf course on the south end after the closure of the only 18 hole
course on South Whidbey.
I love that quiet echo-y sound that drifts across a golf course on a sunny day – the whack of a ball, the murmur of voices; groans, laughter, encouragement - the sound of happiness and being in the moment.
Whidbey golf |
I love that quiet echo-y sound that drifts across a golf course on a sunny day – the whack of a ball, the murmur of voices; groans, laughter, encouragement - the sound of happiness and being in the moment.
Island laneway |
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