|Taproom at Bainbridge Island Brewing during the Brewshed® Happy Hour.|
On February 27, the Washington Brewshed® Alliance visited Bainbridge Island Brewing, giving Washington Wild an opportunity to reach a more remote portion of our membership. The Brewshed® event at Bainbridge Island Brewery allowed us to meet with the community. We were thrilled to have both members and volunteers come out and join us for a few pints and support both the Washington Brewshed® Alliance and our conservation work. The event successfully updated people on the Wild Olympics bill in Congress, raised money for our conservation work, engaged members and continued to build Brewshed® relationships.
|View of Bainbridge Island from the ferry with the Olympic Mountains in the background.|
|View of the Olympic Mountains from my Dad's childhood home.|
When I was growing up, my dad would often mention the view from the home he grew up in, and his voice would be wistful as he lost himself in the picture it brought to mind. It took him over 25 years to show me, but he frequently mentioned wishing that I could see it -- because only then would I understand. He described how the sunset would sparkle off the water at low tide and how, as kids, they’d chase after the light in the muddy shallows close to shore. He spoke of the mountain in the distance that towered over the water as a constant backdrop, almost like a guardian. I have an overactive imagination, but when I was standing there looking at the Olympic Mountains across the water, I realized even my imagination couldn't capture what his words tried to describe. He grew up with a view that can hardly be captured in pictures or words.
Staring out across the water at the breathtaking mountains with blue herons flying overhead, the inter-generational aspect of Washington Wild and all other conservation organizations truly struck me. Since my dad left the island, so much had changed about this small island community. Now there is a lavish shopping center, small homes like his have been taken down and replaced with bigger ones, vacant lots are now occupied, a closed off bunker area is now a park, and of course, the island now has its very own high-quality brewery. But one thing was the same. The wilderness across the water was still there, providing the beautiful and breathtaking view.
I go backpacking with my father annually, so we have shared some amazing experiences in beautiful landscapes together. But this was different, because I was seeing something that enchanted him regularly as a child. For once I could actually see what my father’s eyes saw as a child, quite literally. That astonishing landscape-view of a mountain over the water that defied both words and pictures was part of my family history. For the first time, sharing a view of nature was truly between generations, because the view was from my dad’s life before I existed, yet it became part of mine in that shared moment. In that shared experience we communicated between generations.
|Board walk during Lake Ozette hike on the Olympic Peninsula. This trip was a week later and displayed the wilderness. On this trip we saw deer, elk, blue herons, oyster catchers, bald eagles, and a fox in addition to the beautiful forest and coast.|
|Great Blue Heron on the coast.|