After our visit to Piper’s Creek, it may not be dinner for a very, very long time. The day after Thanksgiving, Scott and I decided we needed some exercise and walked to our local park to view the salmon run.
For those who may not know, about this time each year, the salmon begin their journey from the Pacific Ocean and Puget Sound up the creeks and rivers in which they were born to spawn. The Pacific variety will die after spawning. We saw (read: smelled) many who may have spawned in Piper’s Creek (unlikely) or will never make it to their destination. It’s definitely a brutal trek for those fish. We came upon a pool filled with about 10 salmon attempting to make an 18inch jump over a log with pretty fast water rushing down. They were pretty spiteful little (not really, probably all at least 10 pounds) guys and biting each other, fighting their way to the jump.
In the end, after about 45 minutes, we only saw ONE salmon make her way over the log. The others were still fighting it out. We happened to catch some pics of it, but didn’t have our good equipment, so slow digital it is.
Some of the less fortunate, or strong who did not make the journey:
You can kind of see the three swirling in the water. They just kept biting each other, there were some nasty flesh wounds
This guy was SO close to making it over, but he stopped and posed for a picture first
YAY! One finally made it over the log. I ran upstream and saw her haul through the creek and jump over another log. She was on a mission to have some babies.
We kept laughing pretty hard imitating fish from Alaska. We imagined that they would make fun of these city fish. They don’t even have bears chasing after them yet and they can’t make it. Hahaha!
And to cleanse your pallet after all the stinky fish…A beautiful pear tree in the orchard on the way home. It has really tiny fruit on it, are pears winter fruits?