A Quick Visit to Portland
Mount Saint Helens is only 25 miles as the crow flies from Portland, so we stopped by our southern neighbor for a visit. It was raining, so we opted for indoor activities.
World Forestry Center
The World Forestry Center is next to the Oregon Zoo, and it was a dry place to wait for our next stop to open. It turns out that it is a children’s museum. A new exhibit had just opened so we toured Siberia by train, China by boat, the Amazon by a tree-top crane, and…
South Africa in a 1960s International Harvester Scout. I was ready to go, but the engine wouldn’t start.
Someone left a 22 caliber rifle in this tree back in the 60s, and it became one with nature.
This fake evergreen tree extends to the ceiling in the middle of the World Forestry Center. There were lots of activities for children of all ages, so this is probably a good place to visit with the family.
Japanese-American Museum of Oregon
After discovering forestry around the world, we went to the museum.
JAMO is small, but very interesting.
The early Japanese immigrants lived much like the Chinese, whose accommodations we saw in a previous post. By the 1930s they had established themselves throughout the West Coast, especially the PNW. This is a representative display of a general store.
There were dentists and all the trades because, despite being legal residents–many of them American citizens–they were prevented from fully participating in the American dream.
They lived in nice homes, owned businesses, spoke English better than most of their fellow citizens, but…
There weren’t enough of them to overwhelm the government’s demographers (unlike the German and Italian Americans), so they were rounded up in a show of national security; they were shipped to places where, if they were lucky, they shared a room like this with their entire family.
The JAMO has a lot of documents to read, but I focused on physical objects because I forgot my “museum glasses”, which focus at six feet. You’ll need to visit the museum yourself to learn the true history of the Japanese-Americans.
One brave activist violated curfew after release from a detention center, and found himself in jail for nine months. He eventually won in the courts, but at a high personal cost.
This terrible injustice wasn’t as horrific as what was done to the Native Americans, but it was pretty bad. The U.S. government eventually apologized, in the 1990s, but that was little consolation to those Americans who lost everything during a period of national paranoia. Some of them actually received a few thousand dollars in reparations (I guess they used 1940s dollars, not adjusted for inflation).
Wing Luke Museum: A Guided Tour of an Immigrant Hotel
Wing Luke was a pioneering Chinese American lawyer, civil rights advocate, and the first Asian American elected to public office in Washington State. When he died in a small aircraft accident in 1965, the community formed the Wing Luke Museum in his honor. It celebrates Asian-American history and culture, and owns a hotel it purchased to display the lives of early immigrants.
The Yick Fung Corporation was formed by a group of Chinese immigrants because they were legally forbidden from owning property in Washington. This store served as a supplier to restaurants throughout Washington.
South Weller Street led directly to the tidal flats where the church steeple stands today. As part of a downtown reshaping, several hills were flattened and the soil used to fill in the nearshore area.
In addition to supplying regional restaurants, you could buy a third-class ticket to Hong Kong (or maybe Shanghai) for $1500 in today’s money. The store remained open until 2008.
To circumvent some of the financial restrictions, the Chinese immigrants formed associations of people from the same villages back in China. This is the meeting room of one such group. They assisted newcomers and planned civic activities. It was kind of like the YMCA.
This is the game room, where people played mahjong and other games.
The hotel contained about 180 apartments, but some of them had up to three rooms. This was the home of a family with eight children. The hotel remained a center of immigrants until it was closed in 1974 because of updated fire codes (after the deaths of twenty or so inhabitants in about 1972). The Wing Luke Museum purchased it and is renovating it as part of the display.
Every room was required to have a door and window. Most of the rooms were small. That is the light shaft out the window; it didn’t lead anywhere and only extended to the second floor, just for light and air.
Living out of your suitcase?
Here’s the light shaft. During reconstruction the building was modified and reinforced.
The museum also had exhibits displaying artwork and pictorial histories of many Asian immigrants, including Hawaiians. Overall, it was very interesting and worth the price of admission. I think it was $22 for a senior like me.
Fort Steilacoom Park and Lake Waughop
After spending the last five days walking around the back yard, digging the rain garden, I drove my FJ40 to Lakewood to take a look at Fort Steilacoom Park.
This play area was the only fort I saw.
But there were several old barns in various levels of disrepair. Apparently, Fort Steilacoom was the first U.S. military post in Washington, built in 1849 during the dispute with Britain over sovereignty. These barns are remnants of agriculture and the Western State Hospital, a psychiatric facility. The hospital superintendent from 1880 to 1897 was Dr. John Waughop, who turned the site into a botanical garden for non-native plants as part of his rehabilitation program.
The Coast Redwood isn’t native to the Tacoma area, along with many other ornamental species planted by John Waughop.
Lake Waughop was named after the hospital’s most popular superintendent. It is a kettle lake, created from the melting of a huge block of ice after the last ice age while sediment collected around it.
This invasive species is common to Washington. It is bull thistle (Cirsium vulgare). I also saw several thriving thickets of Himalayan Blackberry along the trail. These plants were not part of John Waughop’s ornamental plant garden.
Another ecosystem within the park is the oak savannah. It is the remnant of a native woodland that has been altered for thousands of years by the indigenous people of the PNW. The trees are Garry oak (Quercus garryana), the only native oak species in Washington. This area would have become a conifer forest if not for controlled burning by the local people.
After a three-mile circumnavigation of Fort Steilacoom Park, I finally made it back to my vehicle; unfortunately, there wouldn’t be AC for the ride home on this warm afternoon.
Three Days on Vancouver Island
If you’re ever in the PNW, you can drive to Vancouver Island on the M.V. Coho, a ferry commissioned in 1959, which plies the route from Port Angeles, Washington, to a berth in downtown Victoria several times a day. Victoria is the capital of British Columbia–that’s a province in Canada. In this post, I hope to show you how much there is to explore without venturing into the wilds of an island that is more than 280 miles long.
This is going to be a long post because the culture and geography are so intertwined that they cannot be experienced, much less discussed, in isolation. However, I will present my geological survey in a separate post.
Let’s do it!
Downtown Victoria
We stayed a couple of blocks from the waterfront, where British Columbia’s legislature meets (Victoria is the capital). On this particular weekend, which had spectacular weather, there was a free concert on the waterfront for David Foster, a Canadian music writer, publisher, etc, who comes from Victoria. They had a massive celebration, with Jay Leno as MC, beginning with an aerial display by the Snowbirds–the national aerobatics flying team–and ending with a fireworks display that lasted 30 minutes.
You can catch a tour in either a single- or twin-engine seaplane. They take off and land right in the harbor. That’s crazy, but somehow they don’t have enough incidents between aircraft and boats (including cruise ships), to make the news. I checked.
This is one of the most interesting waterfronts I’ve visited, probably because it is summer; however, Vancouver Island has the warmest overall climate in Canada. Food for thought.
Beacon Hill Park
We like to walk, so we strolled towards the coast and discovered beautiful gardens and some of the bedrock exposed, with steps leading up to it; but this isn’t Beacon Hill proper.
Beacon Hill Park is occupied by a flock of Indian peafowl (Pavo cristatus), which apparently are okay with the mild winters in the PNW.
From Beacon Hill itself, you can see Mount Olympus (about 8000 feet elevation) across Juan de Fuca Strait. It is the snow-covered mountain, only forty-six miles distant.
Royal British Columbia Museum
The museum had a display of Egyptian artifacts focused on death and the afterlife, but you can see something like that almost anywhere…
My favorite exhibit was an incredibly detailed recreation of life in Victoria about 100 years ago, which showed how the island evolved through the twentieth century. As an aside, I have a license to drive that Ford Model T, but that’s another story.
Craigdarroch Castle
This luxurious estate (originally 28 acres) was built on a hill overlooking Victoria in the early 1900s by a coal baron, who didn’t live to occupy it. But his wife and children did. It served as a military hospital during WWI, which saw more than 200 thousand Canadian casualties. That’s a lot for a smaller country; those with long-term disabilities were sent to recuperate in places like this. The property fell into disrepair after the war, the property was divided into parcels for the surrounding homes, and eventually purchased by a non-profit society, who is restoring it to its original condition.
The interior is an eye-catching, and confusing, 4.5 floors of engraved wood and paneling, even the ceilings. The carpentry was completed by a Chicago company that had worked on several other mansions.
I’m sure that Robert Dunsmuir (the builder) would have enjoyed this oversized pool table. But the balls seem a little small–I guess it wasn’t for regulation play. The entire house was decorated to this detail.
Dinner is served. The kitchen has also been restored and tourists are encouraged to handle the stove and other appliances, but I wanted to keep this post as short as possible. LOL!
Port Renfrew
We finally used our car to drive the 68 miles to Port Renfrew. I don’t know why it’s called a port because it is a temperate rainforest with a few inhabitants, mostly catering to ecotourists. Obviously, this is not old-growth like Olympic National Park in Washington, but it’s working hard and fast to recover. We walked for a mile BENEATH a dense growth of ground cover, which had assumed monumental proportions. Surreal.
The tidal range is 7-10 feet, so a vast intertidal area exposes rock (I’ll address that in a later post) and a huge number of tidal pools, hosting a myriad of sea creatures.
I took this photo in a tide pool scoured in sandstone, about two-feet across and one foot deep. According to ChatGPT the circular animals are sea anemones whereas the shiny critter is some kind of chiton (a distant cousin of snails and clams). While I was studying the rocks, everyone else was staring into the huge number of tidal pools scoured into soft rock, each a tiny world that is never dry because the tide comes in twice a day.
The Butchart Gardens
This incredible garden was constructed in and around an abandoned limestone quarry, by the owner of a concrete company–kind of like the castle built by a coal baron. They had a vision and a plan, which included international experts and a commitment by their children. This is the sunken garden. The meticulous care given this floral extravaganza was displayed by workers pulling weeds by hand, and dead-heading the flower in full public view–well worth the 46 Canadian dollar price of entry. No senior discount.
This display cannot be adequately shown in a video. The “pond” running through the sunken garden is 40 feet deep and pristine–and I mean PRISTINE. Ferns and other climbing plants were meticulously planted in cracks in the limestone walls of the quarry. It ain’t a quarry anymore.
Butchart Gardens is more like an amusement park than a flower garden. Among the specialty gardens, I recall a Japanese garden with streams running throughout, the soft murmur of water encouraging me to take a seat on one of the many benches. There was a rose garden, with every plant labeled. An Italian garden. The topiary displayed in this photo was evident everywhere it was appropriate. And plenty of coffee bars…and washrooms (Canadian for toilet).
Mount Douglas Park
The sign welcoming us to Mount Douglas doesn’t say anything about blue trails or black trails. We learned about that when we climbed (not hiked) 600 feet in less than a mile–very similar to Piestewa Peak in Phoenix. By the time we found ourselves on a ledge overlooking Victoria, we figured out why the lettering was black on this trail.
It was a little scary, like riding The Hulk at Universal Studios the first time, but it was invigorating; neither of us got light-headed, except from the view…
That is Washington across Juan de Fuca Straight. The low cloud bank covers the water between the U.S. and Canada. Snow-covered Mount Olympus can be seen in the distance.
Looking east from the summit reveals a suburban landscape rather than a metropolis because Victoria’s downtown is north of Mount Douglas.
It was a busier day at sea on our return to Port Angeles. We saw two container ships, one smallish and one large, half-filled one, and this vessel. It was several miles from our ferry when I took this pixelated image, but ChatGPT identified it as probably the Seaspan Lions, an LNG bunker vessel; this is a new class that transfers liquified natural gas to larger, oceangoing vessels from Vancouver or other Canadian ports. I mention this because I’m fascinated by technology (real tech, not digital bullshit). These smaller vessels transport LNG from ports too small to accommodate large vessels, which are three times as long and ten times as heavy.
Final Thoughts
What a ride!
If you ever take a cruise to Alaska to see the glaciers, or even a cruise to Hawaii during the off season, take a couple of days to experience Vancouver Island. Despite being the capital of British Columbia, the only contact with North America is by boat, even from the city of Vancouver–British Columbia geographic names are confusing.
The best thing about this trip was that we never felt like we’d left home. Victoria feels like Washington, and even The United States in general. They don’t have the humorous Canadian accents I’ve seen on TV. They drive the same cars, shop in the same stores, and even go to the washroom–just like I did, growing up in Arizona in the 60s and 70s.
Best short vacation EVER!
Flaming Geyser State Park
The park is located at the upstream end of Green River, where it enters a gorge. This is one of the best places I’ve seen anywhere for taking a stroll through nature; the path is moist but not muddy, and well trimmed, with breathtaking natural scenes like this. A veritable Garden of Eden. This post is an overview of the park; I discuss the geology and flora in other posts.
With a name like that, I’m expecting a spectacular show…
I’ll summarize what you can read if you zoom in on the information presented in this billboard. An exploratory well was drilled here about 100 year ago, looking for coal–they found it, along with methane (natural gas) and other gases produced by decaying vegetation at several hundred feet below the surface. The small well produced a flammable gas that has burned intermittently since it was first lit by a geologist.
Flaming geyser wasn’t very active when we visited, but it was burning. To repeat, this is NOT a natural seep, but the result of a well drilled a century ago. Nevertheless it has become a local tradition, and it is relit whenever it goes out.
Bubbling geyser is a lot more fun. This video shows small bubbles of methane, as well as hydrogen sulfide and other, unnamed, gases. Methane is odorless, but this area smelled strongly of H2S, which is added to natural gas to help detect leaks.
This is a beautiful example of survival. The surface roots have all been exposed by erosion, but the tree is thriving; its roots have turned into separate trunks. I read somewhere that these conifers in the PNW send their roots out for hundreds of feet, far beyond their canopies.
This is where Green River Valley turns into Green River Gorge. The water was perfectly clear, with a slight green tinge, even though there is no algae visible. It reminds me of Commencement Bay, which is also devoid of aquatic plants. And it is all natural, simply a unique ecosystem.
If you wear waders, you can walk on water here.
Final Thoughts
This is a place you have to visit for yourself, especially on such a gorgeous summer day. The temperature was in the mid-seventies, the sky was clear, and people were filling the huge number of picnic areas, carrying their supplies and tubes, ready for a fun day of floating down one of the best rivers I’ve ever seen.
You’ve got to see it for yourself.
A Quick Visit to the Lemay Family Collection
I visited the Lemay Family Collection of automobiles. It is affiliated with the Lemay America’s Auto Museum, but it more low key. Nevertheless, it contains a lot more than antique cars; this post is sharing some of the more mundane aspects of the development of automobiles as a major form of transportation.
The lower shelf of motor oil contains many familiar products; but the upper shelf will probably get your attention. How about putting some skunk oil in your motor? I wonder about their marketing campaign. Note that there are no plastic bottles here; every container is 100% recyclable, heavy cardboard (not corrugated) and metal rings.
I discovered the motometer recently. These devices are thermometers mounted to the radiator cap, which was exposed until the late 1920s. This is an assortment of these important gauges but, unfortunately, they aren’t labeled.
The major oil companies started adding tetraethyl lead to gasoline to prevent premature detonation in the 1920s, but they knew lead was dangerous, so they formed a new company called the Ethyl Gasoline Corporation; the word “lead” never appeared in advertising, but people loved the new gas, even though they had no idea what was in it. They thought it was high octane. You gotta love mass marketing in the twentieth century.
They don’t make BMWs like this anymore. Note the door on the front.
This is a horse-drawn road grader. Th operator stood on a missing platform and turned the wheels to adjust the blade. Some of them were adapted to be pulled by tractors. Not a very satisfactory solution …
This is a motorized road grader from 1925-1930. The gasoline engine is beneath the large tank in front of the cab. It was basically a tractor with an extra axle behind, and a long frame in front. This was before hydraulics were available, so the controls are all manual.
This is a Fordson road roller circa 1930-38. Note the smooth engine, reflecting the art-deco design craze sweeping the country.
ChatGPT and I agree that this is probably a road oiler (for asphalt surfaces) from the 1930-50s. We’ve all seen trucks with large tanks spraying oil on asphalt roads.
I recently posted about hood ornaments over the decades after a visit to the Lemay auto museum. This one, from a 1937 Packard 120 Coupe, caught my eye because the winged, female figure seems to be holding a wheel and tire assembly or maybe a disk. This is one of two optional ornaments, the Goddess of Speed; the other was a cormorant. Optional hood ornaments! Who would have believed it.
Final Thoughts
I always enjoy looking at old automobiles because they reflect the non-military development of a new technology, unlike aircraft. Part of this evolution was progress in road machinery — cars need good roads, unlike horses and buggies.
Disarray Along Commencement Bay
This morning we went for a walk along the western shoreline of Commencement Bay, which was home to many sawmills, even a smelter, between the 19th and late 20th centuries. Rather than removing all of the industrial debris, the city has left the remaining infrastructure as a kind of museum. There are signs explaining a lot of the history and even a piece of sculpture integrated with an original saw.
The shoreline is a dynamic environment where plants struggle to keep up with the sea and weather. Thus, pioneer plants dominate the flora.
This view is looking to the NE. This is the last sawmill site along the bay, but it doesn’t have any signage explaining its history. Nevertheless, this image, taken at low tide, says a lot: The large concrete structure was the foundation for a piece of heavy equipment like a saw or winch; the piling stubs reveal where it was connected to land, where a receiving platform (left of image) was constructed. The remnants of a dock are in the lower right. There are a line of pilings further seaward that demarcate a dock that would have served as a wharf for ships.
Most of this structure would have been submerged at high tide (7-10 feet, twice a day). This reinforced concrete structure probably was the base for the saw, the channel likely designed for pulleys, chains, etc, that ran the saw or pulled trees (up to 14 feet in diameter) into it. The sawmills often located their saw heads offshore to make processing logs, which arrived by raft, easier.
This bramble caught my eye, so I took a closer look. It is a mixture of two pioneer plants. Sweet peas of different species are native to the PNW (I don’t know which exactly this is), but Himalayan blackberry is invasive and threatens ecosystems across the region. They are fighting it out, so I’m cheering for the sweet pea — to fend off the foreign invader.
This wild rose species caught my eye because of the huge fruit (golfball sized), which is apparently edible. Just put enough gravy on it and it’ll taste fine.
I thought these bright, yellow flowers looked familiar. I checked a previous post to discover that the flowers are not common tansy. The flowers are curved upward and the centers are large, orange domes. It is invasive and toxic to animals (and people), so it is actively monitored. This example is growing in a thicket along with Rugosa Rose, which is also invasive; and yes, there are native plants that thrive in a coastal environment but they have natural controls that are lacking for these alien species.
Final Thoughts
I didn’t mean to photograph anything today, but the flowers are so eye-catching. And I love old industrial sites.
The Northwest Native Garden
Like the (rare) sign says: Trillium likes moist coastal forests.
This common PNW shrub thrives in moist coastal forest environments.
Vine Maple is an understory tree, which doesn’t grow high enough to compete for full sun; instead, it grows beneath the conifers and gives even more shade to the shrubs. This sapling is just starting to get some height. Moist coastal forest.
This is Salal (Gaultheria shallon). It grows in an environment similar to Vine Maple, in nutrient-rich, well-drained soils, often near water. Moist coastal forest.
This shrub forms colonies in mesic forest patches, where partial sun is available although it is shade tolerant. The identification is difficult because of so many plants with similar leaf shapes, but I agree with CoPilot. A denizen of moist coastal forests.
This plant is common to shrub thickets and riparian edge habitats.
This distinctive plant is Bigleaf Lupine (Lupinus polphyllus). It thrives at the edges of meadows in a full-sun environment with moist to dry soil. Those lovely appendages are seed pods, so I don’t know what the flowers look like. This plant thrives in prairie/oak woodland habitats.
This slender, flowering plant is thriving in the prairie section of the garden. Prairie/oak woodland environments.
This vine is Perfoliate Honeysuckle (Lonicera caprifolium). It is a non-native variety that is commonly planted on trellises and fences. This one was hard to identify; CoPilot failed completely but, with help from Claude (Anthropic’s AI), we finally figured it out. We could still be wrong, however.
This flowery shrub grows in meadows like the micro-environment at the Northwest Native Garden. Prairie/oak woodland habitats.
These non-native (to Tacoma) columns of volcanic rock show up everywhere in the PNW. They originate within the Cascades Range, near volcanic vents and volcanoes.
This lovely flower, growing through some ferns, is Douglas Aster (Symphyotrichum subspicatum). It is common in moist meadows and forest edges. I verified the identification from CoPilot. Common in moist woodland/forest edge habitats.
There is a small, articficial stream flowing through the garden and feeding a small pond. I don’t know where the water comes from … is it natural or recycled? No idea.
This is a rare non-native species planted in the garden for contrast. I checked this myself, and this variety is variegated.
Final Thoughts
The Northwest Native Garden is a great place to see many of the ecosystems in the PNW in one place. However, the lack of identification is a problem, which I addressed using CoPilot. But I had to check it a lot because it is a Large Language Model, not a specific plant-identification model. Nevertheless, it always got me into the ballpark; and it is easy to work with, like collaborating with a human who knows a lot but tends to jump the gun sometimes.
We spent about an hour strolling through four PNW environments, which was a lot easier than driving around. It reminded me of a Japanese garden, like the one in Portland. Very peaceful and colorful.
I hope that anyone who got this far enjoyed my trip through the Northwest Native Garden as much as I did. I plan to revisit it and learn about some more native PNW flora.
The Foothills Trail along Carbon River, Pierce County, Washington
This post is a humorous (I hope) addendum to my posts on the geology and flora of Carbon River. I have noticed a lot of quirky, regional trends, both in decoration and signage, here in the Pacific Northwest (PNW) during our nature walks. The Foothills Trail was no exception.
There are several access points to the trail, but this was the only sign. It ends with a serious warning: Use at your own risk. What lies ahead in that darkness?
A couple miles downstream from the “official” trailhead, we stopped along the Carbon River. This is a piece of ubiquitous columnar andesite that was apparently placed here as a decorative piece. Unfortunately the sign is long gone.
The trail is wide and easy to access on foot. I don’t know about a wheel chair although it is flat all the way.
We saw several of these marker stakes along the trail. I looked it up and, to the best of my knowledge, this is indicating a tree where a pair of Marbled Murrelets are nesting. They are an endangered species and extremely difficult to locate, but there is an ongoing survey program. That sounds reasonable to me; the sign gives both a distance and compass heading to the tree.
The trail intersected the Franklin Bridge, which is indefinitely closed to traffic.
We climbed a steep slope, with the help of sturdy handles attached to wire rope, and took some photos on the bridge.
After we finished on the bridge, we passed the concrete blocks obstructing the road. Several signs made it clear that the bridge is closed to cars, bicycles, and pedestrians. Apparently someone disagreed with the DOT restrictions, and modified the sign. Don’t ask me why the figure is carrying a gas can that says, “Oh ya fuck ya.” I guess they’re thumbing their nose at anyone who would dare condemn what looks like a perfectly useful bridge — at least for people and wild animals.
We walked the three miles back to our car along the abandoned road. There were several rock falls and damage to the guardrails. In this image, a large boulder smashed through the eroded roadbed. It was like a post-apocalypse movie. Pretty cool … and quiet.
These relatively new signs were posted randomly on trees on the hill of the road. Hazards. Not hazard. Maybe Western Rattlesnakes, poison ivy or … dare I say it? Bigfoot. Stay out of the woods. But we just walked three miles through the woods. Damn!
These opposite-pointing signs were on a curve. Nevertheless, I have to wonder why the guardrail stops in the middle of the curve, but reflective signs were felt necessary. Short sightedness? Budget constraints? Stupidity?
The Flora of Carbon River, Pierce County, Washington
Plate 1. Our first stop was at Carbonado, where the Carbon River exits the canyon that has constrained it from its origin on Mt. Rainier. It immediately forms multiple channels as it cuts through glacial till on its circuitous path to Commencement Bay.
Plate 2. This lovely flower is red clover (Trifolium pratense), a common wildflower along rivers.
Plate 3. CoPilot and I argued too long about this one, but, after some back and forth, I decided it might be a genus of Spiraea. They are another common shrub in this ecosystem, but they aren’t in flower in July. Note the shriveled flowers in the right image. Too late to be sure. That’s why I’ve always ignored these bushes.
Plate 4. Cow parsnip (Heracleum maximus) is a common wildflower in meadows and roadsides in Washington.
Plate 5. Tansy (Tanacetum vulgare) is a common wildflower along the Carbon River corridor.
Plate 6. I thought, when putting this post together, that this was red clover (Plate 2), but CoPilot identified it as Canada thistle (Cirsium arvense). It loves disturbed areas like river edges. I did detect some spines when I zoomed in on the second photo. Why am I not surprised? If it’s pretty it will have spikes ready to draw blood from any inquisitive passers by.
Plate 7. This view is looking downriver from Franklin bridge, which is permanently closed. I’ll now describe some of the flora we encountered as we followed the river along a steep slope.
Plate 8. I (kinda) got this one right. This is a wild rose, Nootka rose (Rosa nutkana). This is another plant that waits for an opening in the forest canopy to grow, and then it colonizes like crazy — until the forest canopy catches up with it. Moist but well-drained soil pretty much sums up Carbon River canyon.
Plate 9. This familiar flower is foxglove (Digitalis purpurea), introduced from Europe; but it is so naturalized that it behaves like a native plant, similar to Cascade penstemon (see Plate 11), thriving in disturbed ground at the edge of conifer forests and in temporarily sunny areas.
Plate 10. Besides white flowers, I am also fixated on thorns; however, I don’t know anything about thorns except that roses have them, as well as many of the shrubs I’ve encountered on my nature walks. This is probably Himalayan blackberry (Rubus armeniacus), an invasive species to Pierce County. I guess that’s why it isn’t called Washington blackberry, or some such. I checked a previous post from Point Defiance, and there it was! Invasion of the forest snatchers.
Plate 11. This purple wildflower is probably Cascade penstemon (Penstemon serrulatus), a native to the PNW. It is what CoPilot calls an ecotone plant — one that thrives where a conifer forest is encroaching on a prairie environment. We encountered it where the conifers hadn’t yet blocked out the sun along the trail.
Plate 12. I’m easily fooled by white flowers. This non-woody shrub is False Solomon’s seal (Maianthemum racemosum). It grows in the understory of a conifer forest, which is a good description of Carbon River canyon.
Plate 13. This is the first triplet I’ve seen from a nurse log. These young hemlocks will certainly compete for sun and nutrients. There can be only one survivor.
Plate 14. I thought this was cow parsnip, but CoPilot identified it as ocean spray (Holodiscus discolor). The white flowers were all I needed to see, but this tall, woody shrub (6-12 feet) is completely different from the weed in Plate 4.
Final Thoughts
The only thing I can add to the photos is that Carbon River is part of a transitional ecosystem, not unlike Mima Mounds. I Imagine this borderland environment is also alternating between a lowland/prairie and an upland/conifer forest, depending on conditions. However, much to my disappointment, the plants here were different from those we saw before. Furthermore, there were far more species along the Carbon River corridor. We were fortunate to visit when many of the flowers were in bloom.
I enjoy taking pictures of flora and learning about the ecosystem, but this is too complex for me. I’m only a simple geologist.
Timothy R. Keen 
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