9.26.2017

Unfurl...

In a season where leaves turn gold and brown and fall from the trees, it's rather amazing to walk through the woods and come across brilliant moss on a stump, covered with the unfurling tendrils of brand new ferns.


It's a reaffirmation of nature, taking every chance to spread and grow, even at the end of the season.

9.20.2017

Winter pears...

The hot, dry summer this year brought a bumper crop of Macintosh apples, yellow plums, and winter pears. This small orchard, with trees just head-high when we moved into the farmhouse, produces more fruit than I can hope to use.



Our one pear tree was a slow bloomer, and it was years before it produced more than a handful of pears. It had been poorly pruned when small, and we had no clue how to prune fruit trees, so it was years before we knew enough to try and fix the shape of the tree. Ever since, it's done very well. I love to watch the tiny green pears grow all summer long, finally reaching full size in early October.



One of my favorite things to fix at harvest time is brie with pears. Just mix brown sugar and melted butter together, spread it over the top and sides of a round of brie, and bake until the cheese turns soft. Place the cheese on a fancy plate, surround it with slices of winter pears and tart apples, and cut a wedge out to give you access to all that yummy, gooey cheese.  My mouth is already watering.



This is the first pear in more than thirty years that matured with a shiny, red-blushed skin.

9.18.2017

Rain...



We spent my birthday night at the cabin, and watched it rain (and watched a couple of movies). We fell asleep to the sound of rain on the metal roof, one of my favorite sounds in the whole world.

I must have slept soundly, because I was wide awake three hours before DW. He slept on while I finished the last few pages of  "The Lying Game," then sewed, and played solitaire. It rained, then cleared up with brilliant sunshine that lit up the woods. Dave finally got up at 9:00, and we packed up. With nothing but a tiny cooler and our bags, it was pretty quick.

Dave has two geocaches that I've not found, how did that happen? We stopped to get one on the way to Belfair, then stopped at the Union River salmon project to check the count. We walked down the riverbank and didn't see any fish, but a record number of chum have gone up the river so far.

9.17.2017

Birthdays...

I love to take my birthday as it comes, and every year it's different. We usually take a long road trip in September, so we could be anywhere on my special day. Sometimes we're on the road, discovering some place new. Sometimes we're with family, sometimes we head off to a favorite place. However it comes, I'm content to embrace the day and enjoy it to the fullest.

September has been a wild and crazy month, with wildfires and hot weather and cold mornings, just nine degrees above freezing. I missed the mild days and the soft air of autumn evenings.



Today we started working our way toward home, driving a forest service road that brushed up against Olympic National Park, through dense forests of fir and hemlock and spruce. There are no views in a forest this old and untouched, no hint of being so close to mountain peaks. It was a beautiful day, until we were just a couple of miles from Hood Canal and finally dropped back down to sea level. That's when the rains we've been waiting for finally came, and it rained until the sky turned dark and Highway 101 looked like a ribbon of wet tar.

We stopped at Dosewallips State Park for lunch, parking in an abandoned campsite by the river and watching the salmon swim upstream. There were hundreds of fish in the river, more than I've seen outside of Alaska. It was an amazing sight.

One last night away from home. Armed with a pizza and wine from one of our favorite wineries, we headed for the cabin to build a fire, play cards, and watch a movie. Tomorrow we'll be home, but I'm glad to have this one last day to relax, and to fall asleep listening to the rain on the roof.

9.16.2017

Sol Duc Falls...


I first saw a photograph of Sol Duc Falls on Instagram, a couple of summers ago. It seems that photographing waterfalls was the thing to do that summer, and every time I opened up IG, there were more photos of waterfalls. There were so many waterfalls that I drooled over, and vowed to go see for myself. Most were in the Columbia Gorge, but Sol Duc Falls on the Olympic Peninsula really appealed to me.

Last March we spent our anniversary weekend in Port Angeles, and early one morning, we tried to hike to Sol Duc Falls. But we were a week too early, and the road was still closed. So we made sure the road was open for this trip, and this morning we shouldered our day packs and headed up the trail.



It's a short 8/10 mile to the bridge over the river, with a picture perfect view of the three separate cascades that flow over the basalt cliff. The trail was popular, and cameras and tripods were everywhere. But I managed to get a few shots without a lot of people in them.

Before we walked back out, we stopped to see the trail shelter that stands on a ledge above the falls, built of logs with an ingenious covered fire ring and chimney just outside the doorway. The shelter is closed for restoration, and the inside has been stripped of bunks and shelving. It's a historic building, and a marker sign explains its history.





I am happy to check this waterfall off my list.

9.15.2017

Pouring wine for the moon...

A weekend away, after a tough and stressful three weeks, feels a lot like heaven.


The getaway is for my birthday on Sunday, but every day is about doing what I love... photography, geocaching, hiking, good food.

And wine tasting.

After a jaunt up the mountains to Hurricane Ridge, where we could see the line of smoke clouds above the Cascades, we coasted back down the hill and went to one of our favorite wineries, Camaraderie Cellars. We're members there, and have been visiting since they were just getting started 25 years ago, wine tasting in their garage. Today they have an amazing winery, in a beautiful setting of lush gardens and outdoor rooms to relax in. And the wines are just as good as they've always been.


Tomorrow we're going hiking, and exploring, and geocaching. I can hardly wait.

9.11.2017

12 degrees from freezing...

This morning I lay in bed and watched the sky lighten toward sunrise, then rolled out of bed and climbed into wool socks and jeans and a sweater... the first this autumn. It was 44 degreesthis morning, the coldest it's been so far this season. It feels shockingly close to the 30s, and winter. I know it's because it was clear overnight, and that the day will be warm. Still... it's coming.

We're going to the lake this weekend, and may stay some extra days and get more pruning done before winter. I already have a huge stack of twigs and branches to burn, but that will have to wait until the rains come, and it's safe.


And maybe I'll start on the steps down to the water. I have concrete blocks set aside to replace the timbers that are failing, and it's an easy (although long) process to dig them out, use the mattock to cut each step level, set the blocks, and backfill with the gravelly soil.

I'll enjoy sitting on the slope down to the beach, watching the squirrels collect fir cones for winter, keeping an eye out for the eagles nesting across the lake, in one of the tallest trees.

Watching for signs of winter, which is fast approaching.

9.10.2017

Red...

A couple of weeks ago we spent the weekend on Whidbey Island, then another day or so exploring the back roads of Skagit County. Along the way we found a fun string of geocaches, and this beautiful barn. So while DW looked for the cache, I walked across the road with my camera and took a few photographs. I never could resist a beautiful barn, especially one that's freshly painted.



This barn reminds me of the one behind Parkdale, with Mount Hood in the background. Same color, same shape. Just the mountain is missing.

Linking with Tom's Barn Collective today. Check out the link for a tour of this week's barn photos.

9.05.2017

Grey skies...

This morning I walked outside with my mug of tea, a habit of long standing. We've been under a cloud of smoke the past couple of days, with winds from the east blowing smoke our way from the Jolly Mountain fire near Cle Elum (and maybe also from the Norse Peak fire near Mount Rainier). This morning we got something new:  ash blowing in the breeze, covering my porch and the cars. We're 50+ miles from both these fire complexes.


I can only imagine what it's like to be close enough to smell smoke all day long, and see the glow of the fires at night. Still, it's an unsettling reminder of just how bad the fires have been so far this season.

9.04.2017

Yellow... for August's Scene & Story



I have a love of yummy, buttery yellow.  It isn't my best color to wear, to my deep regret. But I am drawn to it anyway.

The day my boss came into work wearing a beautiful yellow wool blazer is a day that sticks in my mind with vivid clarity. With a white turtleneck and blue jeans and her blond hair, it was perfection. I fell in love instantly with that jacket. Soft and warm, incredible color on a cold winter day... yummy. (I later asked if she'd leave it to me in her will. I completely expect to receive it one day.)

In the late 90's we bought property on a lake, and spent the first summer cleaning up the place and dreaming about building a cabin. One day we were out floating on the lake after a hard day of work, and our neighbors invited us over for a beer. As we walked into their cabin, the door to the deck was open, and the lake was spread out in front of us. But all I could see in that moment was the vintage yellow Formica table in the kitchen, surrounded by mismatched wooden chairs. I felt immediately at home, and knew that one day we'd own this cabin. A year later, Bob and Lois sold us the cabin they'd built in 1968, and she gave me the table as a house-warming gift. I've treasured it ever since.

My passion for yellow hasn't changed, not in all the intervening years. Yellow roses, yellow kitchens, yellow Depression glass, yellow quilts, yellow transferware. Right now, I especially love vintage yellow suitcases, and am searching for graduated sizes that I can stack, to serve as a nightstand in my guest room.

Linking today with Sarah and Lee's Scene & Story.

9.03.2017

Whidbey Island barns...

A couple of weeks ago, DW and I spent the weekend on Whidbey Island, camping out with the family on our niece's wooded 5 acres. I heard the wind blow during the night, and raindrops fall on our tent, so I didn't have much hope for an early morning photo tour of the island. But when I got up and dressed and zipped the tent behind me, it was dewey but not wet. So I grabbed my camera and keys and quietly slipped off to explore as the sun came up.



Just around the corner from my niece's little cabin in the woods, I found this old farmstead with red barn, chicken coop, tractor shed, and farmhouse, all with white trim. And a perfect view east toward the rising sun, with clouds reflecting in the pond.



I lingered for half an hour, hoping for the sunrise to bring color to the sky, but it never happened. Just the bright morning light behind the clouds, as the night brightened into day.


Linking up today on the Barn Collective.


9.02.2017

On fire...

Because of smoke drifting south from the B.C. fires, we didn't get to use our Crystal Mountain gondola tickets for the Perseid meteor shower on August 12. Instead, we planned to come up and celebrate my birthday early in September, with dinner at the restaurant on top of the mountain.

When we used to ski here, there was a chairlift that brought skiers to this high ridge overlooking Mt. Rainier. I'll never forget the first time it was clear and I was able to see this stunning view. Today, there was a faint haze in the air from two lighting-caused wildfires: the Jolly Mountain fire near Cle Elum, and the nearby Norse Peak fire, burning just over the ridge near Chinook Pass. Both are zero percent contained.

When we drove up to Sunrise this morning, we could see the smoke tower rising from the Jolly Mountain fire.

And as the gondola rose up the mountain from the ski resort, there was the Norse Peak fire, closer than I imagined.



We walked to the overlook and gazed at the spectacle of Mount Adams, Mount St. Helens, and Mount Rainier, all in one place, gleaming in the afternoon sun. We also spotted Suntop, where a fire lookout still stands. We volunteer for lookout duty at Suntop each summer, and will be back up there the end of the month for another couple of days.

Then we hiked up to the end of the ridge, where a fire lookout once stood. Today it holds radio antennas and satellite communication dishes, discretely tucked behind alpine trees. One of our caching friends hid a geocache at the end of the ridge, and we've wanted to find this one for a while now. Not many caches are hidden at 7000+ feet! And as we turned to scramble back down the loose rocky slope to the lodge, we saw the towering column of smoke that indicates a fresh fire in the Norse Peak complex.





Hot from our scramble up and down the ridge, we wrangled a seat outside on the patio and had a glass of icy cold wine, chatted with a couple who moved here from Ukraine, and watched smoke from the fires blow across the ridges. Then it was time for our dinner, with a window-side table.



We lingered, enjoying our halibut and asparagus, waiting for sunset. Then we took our places along the edge of the patio, watching the sun drop toward the mountains.

Mount Adams


Mount St. Helens (in the distance, hiding in the smoke layer)


Mount Rainier


Last light lingers up here at 7000 feet. As the sun set, the moon was rising.



We waited and watched, until the last gondola cars headed down the mountain at 8:30. As we watched the ridge where the fire was burning, we could see one bright patch of flame. I hope the rains return soon... just rain, no thunderstorms.