Marina, And eventually to the Des Moines creek Trail.
The sound was beautifully blue, calm, dotted with birds, and with back dropped by the Olympic Mountains.
There were surf scoters
whatever this is,
this little grebe,
and ducks all in a row. Some people prefer their ducks in a row. ;-)
The fishing pier was closed for repair
so we headed over to Des Moines Creek Park, and the entrance to the trail.
The catkins on the wild hazelnuts were already swelling and elongating.
Under pass art.
It's about a four mile walk up and back to the sound.
Good exercise, fresh air, sunshine, an almost spring-like day. Perfect!