Why Did the Turkey Cross the Road?

Well, it didn't actually cross the road, it just wandered through the yard, then headed back down the hill when the dog went outside. We hadn't seen the turkeys for a while, but Lloyd could hear them early in the am when he did his yoga out on the deck. I'm thinking by Thanksgiving, we can fatten them up...


Spring has sprung in our neck of the woods. The tulips are out in force. The irises look like they might be early this year. Wildflowers galore, though I haven't been out to see them in a few weeks. And we bucked the 'rule' about not planting your garden til all the snow is off Mt. Defiance. The tomatoes are in, seeds for the cukes, squashes and melons are planted, and a few rows of lettuce are in.

We helped the 'kids' up at Energeia Vineyards plant albarino grapes on the 10th, followed by the usual pearwood fueled bonfire. Round two is coming up on May 15th. I think we'll be fully recovered by then. Lloyd was up there all day. I was in Dallesport at our Democratic County Convention until 1 pm, so didn't make it to Underwood until later in the afternoon. We got our delegates elected, our candidates nominated, and our platform discussed and approved in less than 3 hours, including lunch. I still had time to get in about 3 hours of planting. Enough to be sore all day Sunday.

Jamba Marimba is practicing in earnest as our summer schedule begins to shape up. We eagerly await Anita's return from Florida in a few weeks, then we'll be almost at full strength. Almost, because Dick is not well and won't be joining us, sadly. We'll miss our token guy. We've added a new song, and made some improvements on others. Music is seriously good for the soul.

Our latest home improvement project has been stalled due to Murphy's Law. But it should be complete by the end of next week. We decided to remove the wood stove and replace it with a natural gas fireplace. As soon as it's done, I'll get a good picture for you.

I've had two quick trips to McMinnville, one with Keara, after we helped Andrea celebrate her birthday in Portland, and the other last Sunday for Mary's re-election campaign fundraiser. It's just dandy to have a sister I can get to in under 2 hours. Keara couldn't resist Andrea's chocolate fountain and fondue party. It was great to catch up with Tom and Leila, who came down from Blaine for their youngest's 24th.

Keara hadn't been to Mary's in 7 years, and was seriously missing a visit to Red Hills Provincial Dining. Mary had a previous commitment, but Matt and Syd rounded out our table. Here they toast with their bubbly. We had a great feast, as usual. The fresh Alaskan halibut was to die for. Keara savored her short ribs, and sent the doggie box back to Lloyd, who stayed home with sick Brindle. We got up in the wee hours to make the trek to the airport for the 7:20 nonstop back to Boston. I had a private Easter sunrise on I84, and was home by 6:30 am. And dead tired the rest of the day.

Last Sunday's event was at The Horse Radish in Carlton, a wonderful wine and cheese bar. I put my sign assembly skills to good use, and had a blast meeting Mary's friends and supporters. Judging from the turnout, I'd say Mary's good for another term as County Commissioner.

So that's the story. Tomorrow morning we're heading out to a spey rod clinic, and tomorrow night is the Wind River Cellars Barrel Member Dinner. Always a great time. Stay tuned. There will be a few more pics here, but blogger isn't uploading well right now...

So Good, So Good

It was quite an 'opening night' at The Pahk last night. I was watching on teevee, and chatting with both Red Sox and Yankee fan FB friends during the game. We all agree, you can never assume anything between those two teams no matter the score midway. As my dad says, "Never assume, it makes an ass out of u and me." Special thanks to Lil in Ponchatoula. Right after she made a comment about no lead being safe (when the Yankees were ahead), the Red Sox rallied. I hope Joe didn't stroke out. She said he was "yellin' and cussin'".

It was the first ever night opener at Fenway in its 98 years. The last time the Sox opened with the Yankees in the visitors dugout was in 2005, after the Sox had won their World Series since 1918. The Yankees won that one. I liked the result a lot better this time.

They pulled out all the stops, with local Steven Tyler (sans Aerosmith) singing God Bless America during the 7th inning stretch. Then, they shocked and awed the packed house when Neil Diamond came out to sing Sweet Caroline half way through the 8th. His voice is shot, but no one cared. It brought a tear or two to my eye. You haven't lived until you've sung Sweet Caroline (bum bum bum) at the top of your lungs at Fenway with 37,000 other crazed fans. Put it on your bucket list. You can practice here:



Big thanks to Juanita Jean for clipping this from the morning paper. I hope the customers at the World's Most Dangerous Beauty Salon don't mind the hole in the comics page.


It's gonna be a LOOOOONG season!

Crater Lake in Winter-CHECK!

Near the top of my list of things I gotta do was something very doable, now that I live on the left coast. I've been to Crater Lake a couple of times in my life, in the summer. A winter trip has always been on the agenda. Fortunately, our nordic club chapter agreed, so a merry band of us headed south to Union Creek Resort for some mid week recreation.


Union Creek Resort is surrounded by the Rogue River National Forest, and fit our needs to a T. Some of us stayed in the main lodge (bedrooms with shared baths, sitting room with big fireplace, game room with pool table) while others stayed in small cabins. We brought our dog, so stayed in pet friendly cabin 1.


We had everything in that little cabin we needed: a comfy bed, kitchenette, table and two chairs, hot shower, and occasional wireless internet. Their excellent website has video of the different rooms and cabins. Elliot and Yolie had a cabin at the edge of the property that had a big campfire ring that came in handy on night 2. But more on that later.

After a half day's caravan drive, we checked in then headed up to the Rim to check out conditions for the next day's ski. There was plenty of snow!

We were treated to sunny blue skies, bluer water, and not a hint of wind, leaving the surface of the lake like a mirror.


Check out the reflections.



Even the jet contrails reflected in the lake. It was breathtaking.


After our scouting mission, we went back down to Beckie's Cafe for dinner. Beckie's is famous for its pies. They looked fantastic, but I must admit after that huge helping of homemade chili and cornbread, I had absolutely no room for pie. Eileen had a piece of Very Berry, and it was. Very. Berry. Our group of 12 took up half of the second service area. The waitress was excellent and cheerful. Then it was early to bed to get ready for the skiing.

I made a pot of Bob's Five Grain Cereal (my very favorite) in my little kitchen, packed some lunch munchies, and some dog biscuits for Brindle, then we headed back to the Rim. The wind had come up a little bit, so the mirror effect was gone, making us really glad we'd gone up the afternoon before.



The view was still great.


We had a good time playing in bowls just a couple miles from the trailhead. Here's Yolie, just before she crashed and messed up her knee a little bit.

Here are some of Ole's finely carved tele turns.


It was so warm, we all took the opportunity to get a little extra vitamin D. Especially Yolie.

Brindle needed a salt lick.

Some people were skiing in tank tops! (Not our group!)


We were tired and hungry so we headed back to our base. After all, the moon was rising (center).



On the menu tonight: community dinner of pasta and sauce, meatballs, salad, garlic bread, potables, and homemade desserts. It was warm enough to set up outside Cabin 15.


The hosts trucked over folding chairs and a table for us, as well as a load of firewood for our campfire.


Ole brought out his trusty guitar and regaled us with his Austin Lounge Lizard covers, including Old Blevins and Paint Me On Velvet, among others. Our goal is to learn more words to A.L.L. songs before the next campfire. We got the blah blah blah part down pat, though.


A storm blew in overnight, and it was slushing out in the morning. The more insane of our group went back up to ski in the blizzard, the rest of us put on our raincoats and hiked some of the nearby trails along the Rogue River.


Right across the street was a trail leading to this gorge-ous place.



Then we headed down the road a piece to the Natural Bridge trail, where we found a huge Doug fir. This is with my camera on the ground shooting up.

Fred and Jan stood by it for scale.

Our last communal dinner was in the 'big house'. Too rainy for another campfire. There was only one allowed by the weather gods. Again, the hosts were very helpful to our group. A big piece of plywood went on the pool table to make a buffet table, and we loaded it with burrito fixings. We had full access to the kitchen and dishes. Yolie made the tortillas, which were wonderful. We had some more songs by the fireplace, and Ole's haiku. He challenged us to write haiku about the trip to share at the next campfire. And so we shall.

Stay tuned for the weekend in Sisters to finish off this road trip entry. It's opening day (night) at Fenway, the Yankees are in town, and it's on TeeVee even here on the opposite side of the country. Gotta go!

Heading East

I'm shipping up to Boston... to find my wooden leg...

no no, that's not quite it...

While Lloyd and the gang are up at Teacup skiing with the kids from the School for the Blind (the WASHINGTON School, because Oregon closed theirs this year) I'm heading to PDX to catch the early morning flight to Boss town for a little family time.

Will post from there if I get a chance. Otherwise, I'll have to catch up next week.

Have a Happy St. Paddy's Day! I'll be helping Alina turn 21...

Going Out to Play

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, Inside Activities will be on hold. I'm taking my camera and going for a hike. It's also Brindle's 12th birthday today. She deserves a treat!

So today I'll punt and send you over to Juanita's Most Dangerous Beauty Salon, because she wrote about ME today! And of course, our band, Bitchin' Betty and the Sequined Backhoes (shown here incognito). I want Juanita to know that I'm keeping up on my musical practice here in the NW with Jamba Marimba so that I'll be on top of my game when we play our next gig at Yankers Bar, Grill and Whatnot.

I think Juanita has a chair free. You're looking a little shaggy, so go get a trim!

(Political warning: this entry is rated very low on the Juanita scale. It's safe to go there today, Mom).

Blue Skies, Sunshine...A Day for Taking a Walk...

After all the gloom at Gorge level since, oh, November, we had a week of GLORIOUS sunshine and spring temperatures. When it looks like this out your kitchen window, you know you have to go DO something fun.


With no new snow, we ditched the skis for hiking boots and headed to our favorite spots close to home. We don't have to go far.
First stop, Catherine Creek, where the Grass Widows (Olsynium douglasii) are already out in abundance. Grass Widows are kind of the Northwest's version of bluebonnets.

They're the first ones out in late winter here in the Gorge. The term 'grass widow' was explained to me as 'a woman whose husband is away'. I found more colorful, albeit sexist, definitions on local photographer Chris Carvalho's website Lensjoy.

According to the British language expert Michael Quinion, one comes from historic use of the term "grass widow" to mean "an abandoned mistress or unmarried woman who had cohabited with several men." Perhaps these flowers symbolized the region's first settlers enjoying a moment of romantic impropriety in the gorge's lush fields. Another use refers to British colonists in India, whose wives often lived in hill stations in cool and green parts of the country, while their husbands worked in drier lowlands.

I prefer to think it was more like homesteading women being left while the husbands were off doing 'other things'. By the way, Chris also has an exhibit at the Discovery Center in The Dalles, if you are ever in the neighborhood. The Gorge Discovery Center is a 'must see' and is a great place to take kids, too. But that's another story.

It was a spectacular day, with great views.

When we were done hiking both the riverside loop we took the trail up to what I call the OK Corral.
After a snack (including doggie biscuit for Brindle) we decided to stop at the Syncline on the way home. We pulled off at the Rowland Lake end of old hwy 8 instead of our usual starting point at Courtney Road. There were only two other cars. All the mountain bikers park at Courtney Road.

This Old Highway 8 section is closed to cars. Lloyd and Brindle could each have their own lane.


To get to this quiet place from the east end, we had to cross a waterfall. I am not good about heights and narrow pathways, but this one was doable.


Here is the damp, misty path.


And what it looks like when you dare to look down to Hwy 14 below.

I was glad to be safely on the other side.

The trail up from the old road gains you elevation quickly (ie, kind of steep but not too bad).


Our favorite waterfall and snack stop is not too far along.

This was the end of our first sunny day hike. Stay tuned for days two and three.

My Favorite Olympic Ad

As a mom who spent many years at swim meets, I can identify.
This is the sweetest ad ever.

Truck Day

I would be remiss if I did not post about special dates important to the Red Sox Nation.

Yesterday was not your ordinary TGIF. It was TRUCK DAY. I love it. Truck Day is when they load up the equipment truck and head the gear south to Fort Meyers for the start of Spring Training. It signals spring even better than the first crocus poking out (only to get buried, usually, by a late snow storm). Forget about groundhogs. If the truck leaves Boston, it's official. Amazing what die hard fans do. No kidding, there were about 100 people there to watch the dang truck leave.

What's on the truck? Stuff. Read all about it here and here.

This year there's even a sponsor (Jet Blue) and the truck is decked out with Red Sox advertising, decorated like a rolling Green Monstah. Watch the video on the Red Sox site to the end to see it. I hope it made it through New York okay...

Good Morning Baltimore

My sister Annie moved from Worcester to Baltimore last fall. Now I have to say "My sistah lives in Baltimore" which doesn't sound nearly as cool as "My sistah lives in Woostah". Worcester usually gets the worst weather in Massachusetts. When it snows, it usually dumps in Worcester, moves east, and starts raining/sleeting/icing at Rt. 128 as the storms move into the greater Boston area. When thunderstorms come across the state, they are most violent around Worcester, sometimes spawning tornadoes. Worcester people are hardy, and don't let a little storm get in their way.

So when she moved to Baltimore, Annie wasn't too worried about the weather. Baltimore is south. It should be warmer there. It must be less snowy, stormy and nasty. Right? If you live in New England, anything south of New York seems like it should be, well, THE SOUTH. The first storm of the season hit, Annie realized they might have made a mistake leaving all the snow shovels back in Worcester. Ah, but Annie is a very creative and resourceful person, so she crafted her own tool out of...a cereal box? I am impressed. I'll bet the cereal and the box had lots of fiber...

Alas, the cereal box wasn't up for heavy duty snow removal, so she took that as a warning, and before the big storm hit, Annie and Don made their way to Lowe's and got the very LAST snow shovel. The cereal box was officially retired to the recycle bin. Good thing. Because major snow was on the way, with more right behind it. Lots more. So much that there is no place to shovel it to. The neighbors were all out helping each other dig out. Nothing like a little weather crisis to bring out the best in humanity.

Annie and Don finally dug their way out. This was most important to Amigo. Amigo is a rescue greyhound. No one else can get out to do business, but for Amigo, it's a necessity. He's pretty tall and narrow, so a one-shovel-width path works for him. I'm guessing there's a privy area dug out at the end of that path.

These pictures are from the storm last Fri-Sat. There were no busses for about 5 days during and immediately after that one. They got another foot and a half this week. Their car is dug out but they can't drive anywhere yet. One step at a time. They were able to walk to the store and get some provisions today.

The plows had to stop plowing for a while this week because of white out conditions. The streets are still not ready for traffic. I don't think the garbage trucks will be coming through for a while, but that's OK. Everyone's garbage cans are buried.

Amigo, you're not in Worcester anymore!