And sadly, it is so often true, which is why I am antisocial and introverted and A Highly Sensitive Person who disdains travel because when you go to most places, they have Other People in them, and besides, in the immortal words of Homer Simpson, "What's the point of going out? We're just going to wind up back here anyway."
Thus, we come to Saturday's Unexpected Expedition. It was 60 and sunny and Michelle and I decided to take Winston and Truman to the beautiful beach with the stunning views at Golden Gardens Park. Alas, when we arrived, the parking areas were a madhouse -- jammed with sports cars and young people and all sorts of stuff that seemed to be a car show. There was no chance of going to the beach, and we were most disappointed. And we had dogs who were bored. Michelle suggested continuing down the road a couple of miles to the Ballard Locks. Neither of us had been there for probably twenty years and goodness, it was lovely!
We first wandered along paths through a botanical garden (not much in bloom but still very pleasing) to wear out the dogs before going to the locks proper to watch boats pass through and a train cross the bridge. Then on the opposite shore, we discovered a Great Blue Heron rookery that must have had 35-40 nests way up in the trees:
I'd been vaguely aware of this via Tweeters, our regional birding listserv, where someone usually reports on the rookery maybe once or twice a year, but had no idea it was so big.
Nearby, a woman was tossing bread to the gulls, so I snapped a few over-exposed shots to practice taking photos of birds in flight as they came in to get food:
So we wound up having a perfectly nice walk with the wonderful bonus heron nests, thanks to those odious people filling up Golden Gardens Park. Later, I found out they were there illegally as part of some ridiculous group that modifies sports cars to be incredibly low to the ground and other bizarre things, and they had no event permit, and just made a practice of taking over parks for their meets. On one of their web sites, the meet at Golden Gardens was cited, and one comment read, "It was great until the cops turned up." !!!!! And they've been gathering there every first Saturday in March since 2010 -- I was incensed, and wrote a scathing email to the parks department. Scathing, I tell you.
I await their reply.