One reason we chose to be here at the NGLVC rather than further north or out on one of the islands was the proximity to the city of Ashland. We haven't suffered serious head injuries and suddenly become "city people," but Ashland isn't a sprawling, high-rise, over-crowded, or traffic-jammed type of city, and we get to live just outside of it, so what hustle and bustle there is has little effect on us directly. It also offers plenty of outdoor activities right in town and nearby to keep us happy when we don't feel like driving very far.
One of the popular attractions is the Ashland Mural Walk , a series of 20 larger-than-life paintings done by a duo of local artists. Locating most of them makes for a nice walk from one end of town to the other. I spent part of day doing that very thing.
Three of them are inside buildings, including the one in our NGLVC, but that one I will include in the next post when our center is fully open to the public. I did not get to all the impressive murals on my walk, but as I searched for them, I was more enchanted by a different sort of artwork.
Look at those beautiful mosaics! Notice, too, the metal mesh Lake Superior design on the tops. As TBG remarked, there are few places where such things could exist without being vandalized, but all of them were in great shape. I don't know if the garbarge can project has a name, but if not, I'd like to submit the title Pretty Trashy . There are several small, charming park areas scattered about town, too.
Not only is the downtown area very walkable, a 10-mile paved trail encircles the city. Half of it runs along the shoreline, and the other half runs along the south side of town, but only a short distance runs through the business district. There are benches, bike repair stations, restrooms, and plenty of easy access to stores, cafes, parks, and other points of interest. The western end of the trail runs through the city's biggest park, Prentice. As well as all the usual park features such as pavilions, playgrounds, restrooms, and even camping, it is a very popular park for birders. I have taken to spending my Thursday mornings there with my binoculars and camera. So far, my bird sightings have been very good. My bird photos? Not so much.
I have seen well over 40 species there, but some I already have great photos of, and the others are often too far away and too fast for me so far. I have joined the local Facebook birding group, and that has helped me know what to look for where. A lot of visitors come to the center in search of birding info, and it's fun to be able to have personal knowledge to share, as well as hear about what they're seeing out there.
We're still seeing a few different birds around our place, too, both at the feeder and along our walks.
That last one, of course, is no bird but rather one of our hungry little squirrels. It was so funny on a very hot day to look out to see it stretched over the water dish, dunking its belly. Yes, I know there are squirrel-proofing methods for feeders, but those rodents are adorable and hilarious. I've watched the Red-winged Blackbirds dive-bomb much larger birds and even humans, so if they get freaked out when a squirrel runs up the feeder, that's on them.
Something I dearly missed when I moved from Ohio to the Seattle area were lightning bugs. TBG had only ever seen them when he was in Germany but grew up without them. My childhood summer evenings, however, were filled with them, and we were eagerly awaiting their appearance here. TBG did his best to set his camera up on one of the picnic tables so he could operate it remotely and not have to endure the hordes of mosquitoes.
What look like stars are also the fireflies. I love the photos he got, but no photo can capture the magic of the twinkling in person. Their season will be done here, soon, so we make a point of going completely dark inside for a little while each evening to enjoy the show.
Our center is finally going to open fully tomorrow, and I will be able to escort you around virtually in my next post. Until then, please enjoy these pretty flowers, one a native (the harlequin blue flag iris) the other a cultivar, now considered native (the lupine.) I say "LOO-pine" like the wolf because it was named for its habit of "wolfing" nutrients from the soil, and it has an "e" on the end. Lots of other folks say "LOO-pin," which is fine, but I don't have to like it. On a related note, since arriving here, I've heard several people pronounce the Pileated Woodpecker as PILL-ee-a-ted instead of the way I've always pronounced it, PIE-lee-a-ted. Mortified that I'd been mispronouncing it in front of bird people , I was relieved to find either is correct. I'm sticking with LOO-pine though, and you'll never wrest the Oxford comma from me. Next, we can talk about why the bird names are capitalized but the flower names aren't. Just kidding, here are your flowers.