We were walking the dog on the trail by the sewage treatment pond, because that’s how we roll. Teresa spotted this log jutting out of the waters of Ebey Slough- but it’s not a log to her. A rock, maybe. Part of a sunken vessel? I insisted it was quite obviously a log. What does it look like to you? Surely not construction debris? Or something someone tried to dispose of in the slough, but the water got too low?
I finally got fed up. I exclaimed, “It’s LOG! It’s LOG! It’s BIG! It’s HEAVY! It’s Wood!
She rolled her eyes, but at least that ended the argument. For now.
Here’s the approximate location. Not a good place for half-sunken water hazards!
