Clouds were threatening and so I didn't ride my bike, like yesterday when I got soaked (enjoyably) coming home from another meeting. And since I was close, I drove to Kincaid Chalet and walked down the path through the gnarly birch trees and and the yellow devils club. (Not a typical Anchorage landscape.)
Then off the paved path, along a dirt path and finally to a path down to Anchorage's main salt water beach.
Looking south.
Looking north.
Lots of great garden rocks, but no way to get them back to the garden.
And a good patch of mostly sand
Here's looking out to the lowering tide and the water. Fire Island is in the distance on the right. The resolution on this picture is too low to see the windmills on the island, the only sign of humans (other than the footprints) as you walk along here.
Come mid September and one is reminded to get out into the natural wonders all around here beyond the bike trails in town. This beach is still in town, and I need to overcome my anti-driving bias and get out of town while the weather is still relatively warm and the roads ice-free.
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