For six days we became motorcycle people. We put in earplugs, put on pants and jackets with Kevlar coatings, stuffed our heads in helmets and pulled on leather gloves. We rode lots of miles and waved at other motorcycles as we passed. We became BMW riders as opposed to Harley boys or squid bikers. Harley boys wear leathers and you never know with the go fast guys, maybe shorts, leathers or full on racing suits. Our goal was British Columbia and the BC Beemers rally in Nakusp. It took two days and almost 700 miles to get to our destination. We got lost, sort of, when the GPS seemed to lose its way as we crossed the border. Lesson learned, paper maps should always be your backup especially at the end of a ride. We kept our tempers but teeth might have been a tiny bit clenched until we stopped at the visitor center and acquired a map. We were most concerned about arriving before dinner was no longer served. Most importantly we had paid for it and almost as important we had heard that the BC Beemers feed their rally participants well and we did not want to miss out on a good meal.
We arrived in camp around five and received our rally envelopes, bought our shirts and went looking for a campsite. The campground was full of motorcycles and their riders but we found a nice little spot to put up our tent and unfold our chairs. After taking off the all the riding gear and setting up camp it was time to find our dinner. A local caterer, which appeared to consist of a group of elderly ladies, was serving up a Greek dinner which turned out to be delicious. We were in Greece a few months ago and the baklava was the best I've tasted. Salad, kabobs, spinach turnovers were all excellent and quickly consumed. After dinner we walked into town, the idea of remounting the bike never was considered, and found a local IPA to try.
Nakusp is on Arrow Lake which is a wide spot in the Columbia River. It has been dammed to raise it for hydropower but it was already big enough for steam ships to ply its waters carrying freight and hauling logs. It is surrounding by soaring mountains some covered in timber, some peaks bare granite rocks. In the summer it is very inviting but a conversation with the local quilt shop owner was a cause for reconsidering the location in the winter. I mentioned that quilting was a good hobby for places with long winters. I was referring to the long dark days. In Oregon nine hours of daylight is all you get in the middle of winter and Nakusp would be even less because it is so much further north. The woman at the quilting machine responded with, "Our winters are not so bad. Once in a while we get ten feet of snow but not every winter." If this is "not so bad", I cannot imagine what she would consider bad. I don't think I'll be moving.
Sunday, August 6, 2017
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Sick Day
I woke up this morning feeling awful. I was suspicious last night because I had a tickle in my throat. You know the feeling, kind of scratchy, you try to attribute it to smoke in the air or pollen or whatever but you know it is a virus waiting to pounce. Most of the time some sleep and and an orange and it goes away but this time it was not to be denied. I got up and sat staring at the news and realized that the energy to call in sick was barely there let alone to take a shower and dress myself so I called in.
Immediately you feel guilty because you wonder if you could not have forced yourself to make it in to the office but as your debating this you sort of fall asleep and realize you made the right choice. Besides, infecting your coworkers with whatever you have is not an appreciated form of sharing.
So now I am home unexpectedly and have a day stretching ahead without a plan or purpose. In our modern world this is a totally weird phenomenon. We live scheduled lives and without a schedule we feel somewhat frightened. Of course the first task is to get healthy enough to return to work. I always tell other people that my cure for illness is the 4 S regime. Soak, salad, sleep and sun will cure all. Soak in hot water, eat as many things with as many vitamins as you can manage, get as much sleep as you can stand and get out in the sunshine if at all possible. But I think today I have found a new S, stimulate the brain.
Immediately you feel guilty because you wonder if you could not have forced yourself to make it in to the office but as your debating this you sort of fall asleep and realize you made the right choice. Besides, infecting your coworkers with whatever you have is not an appreciated form of sharing.
So now I am home unexpectedly and have a day stretching ahead without a plan or purpose. In our modern world this is a totally weird phenomenon. We live scheduled lives and without a schedule we feel somewhat frightened. Of course the first task is to get healthy enough to return to work. I always tell other people that my cure for illness is the 4 S regime. Soak, salad, sleep and sun will cure all. Soak in hot water, eat as many things with as many vitamins as you can manage, get as much sleep as you can stand and get out in the sunshine if at all possible. But I think today I have found a new S, stimulate the brain.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Dread and anticipation
Going to work every day doesn't generate very much anticipation and dread. Occasionally something disrupts the routine and a bit may enter in but mostly work is too much the same to generate a lot of emotion. On the other hand time off can generate a lot of both.
About every two years we treat ourselves to a really big adventure. The anticipation begins with the planning. It is fun to sit with travel brochures and computers and browse for all the fun places you might go and what you might see and do and eat while you are there. In the beginning budget constraints and time don't need to be considered. The whole world is available. Gradually we narrow down the choices to places we really would like to see. Unfortunately I started traveling too late to see every place so choices have to made. This is where the first little bit of dread slips in, what if I miss someplace I'll regret and go somewhere that turns out to be less than exciting? Fortunately this usually goes away quickly because on the whole almost any place that is "not at work" is good. The next dread spot is the cost because we have to choose, we are not wealthy. This causes some places to be eliminated and some trips, because of length, are just too expensive. But once the real choices are available the anticipation rushes in. Which would be the most fun for the least money? Can we pick up a new country, a new continent, a new culture? Once the choice is made and usually it seems obvious once we get to this stage then a whole new level of questions begin. What will the food be like, what sort of birds, trees, scenery will we see? Should we plan a lot of activity or have some days to just relax, is relaxing an option on vacation or should you make the most of every hour in a new place? Gradually all these options begin to settle into place. Some choices are dependent on the type of trip, some on the interest level in the various options available and some are just left open to suggestion.
The next dread spot is the making the actual arrangements. First all the different travel companies have to be at least glanced at because you want the very best deal possible. Also we tend to go with a tour group like Globus if we are looking at a place where we don't speak the language and we want a good overview of the place we are going. If we are traveling on our continent I usually make all the arrangements, usually with Expedia because despite checking all the options they almost always come up with the best package. Looking at all the options is very wearing and requires getting the warning on your computer about "too many tabs may cause slowing". Finally you think you have it nailed and actually put your money down. This is the biggest dread point. Wow, that is a lot on money, I hope the trip is worth it, I hope we like the place, what if we don't and even worse what if we get sick and miss the trip just past the point of getting a refund and we have spent all that money for nothing? A few deep breaths and a review of the itinerary usually calms this and to be honest once I've lined up a trip I'm going if I'm on a stretcher.
Once all the arrangements have been made the anticipation builds. We tend to get books and read about places we are going, maybe purchase a few things to make the trip more pleasant but mostly just talk. What are you going to pack, do you think we need raincoats (living in Oregon you always ask this even if you are going to the desert, habit), sun screen, bug repellent and so on and so on. As the days get closer the suitcases come out, you make sure you have cash, credit cards, passports in order, animals provided for, yard watered, mail stopped and all the other little details that need to be taken care of while you are gone. Then the packing begins and a little bit of dread creeps in, am I lugging 50 lbs of stuff and I will only need 20lbs, do I really need a pair of socks every day, should I plan on washing some clothes and lighten the suitcase, do I have enough books, music, puzzles in case we get stuck in an airport? Is there anything that TSA is going to find that I forgot I had? Eventually the suitcases are packed and sitting by the door waiting for the trip to begin.
Finally you are heading out the door and we both ask each other do you have this, do you have that, did you bring one of those or was I supposed to pack that, who has the tickets, the parking coupon, the itinerary. The last concerning spot is getting through all the airport fuss and getting to the gate. As my daughter once said "at that point you are in the travel tube and you just go with it". Time to relax and enjoy the trip.
About every two years we treat ourselves to a really big adventure. The anticipation begins with the planning. It is fun to sit with travel brochures and computers and browse for all the fun places you might go and what you might see and do and eat while you are there. In the beginning budget constraints and time don't need to be considered. The whole world is available. Gradually we narrow down the choices to places we really would like to see. Unfortunately I started traveling too late to see every place so choices have to made. This is where the first little bit of dread slips in, what if I miss someplace I'll regret and go somewhere that turns out to be less than exciting? Fortunately this usually goes away quickly because on the whole almost any place that is "not at work" is good. The next dread spot is the cost because we have to choose, we are not wealthy. This causes some places to be eliminated and some trips, because of length, are just too expensive. But once the real choices are available the anticipation rushes in. Which would be the most fun for the least money? Can we pick up a new country, a new continent, a new culture? Once the choice is made and usually it seems obvious once we get to this stage then a whole new level of questions begin. What will the food be like, what sort of birds, trees, scenery will we see? Should we plan a lot of activity or have some days to just relax, is relaxing an option on vacation or should you make the most of every hour in a new place? Gradually all these options begin to settle into place. Some choices are dependent on the type of trip, some on the interest level in the various options available and some are just left open to suggestion.
The next dread spot is the making the actual arrangements. First all the different travel companies have to be at least glanced at because you want the very best deal possible. Also we tend to go with a tour group like Globus if we are looking at a place where we don't speak the language and we want a good overview of the place we are going. If we are traveling on our continent I usually make all the arrangements, usually with Expedia because despite checking all the options they almost always come up with the best package. Looking at all the options is very wearing and requires getting the warning on your computer about "too many tabs may cause slowing". Finally you think you have it nailed and actually put your money down. This is the biggest dread point. Wow, that is a lot on money, I hope the trip is worth it, I hope we like the place, what if we don't and even worse what if we get sick and miss the trip just past the point of getting a refund and we have spent all that money for nothing? A few deep breaths and a review of the itinerary usually calms this and to be honest once I've lined up a trip I'm going if I'm on a stretcher.
Once all the arrangements have been made the anticipation builds. We tend to get books and read about places we are going, maybe purchase a few things to make the trip more pleasant but mostly just talk. What are you going to pack, do you think we need raincoats (living in Oregon you always ask this even if you are going to the desert, habit), sun screen, bug repellent and so on and so on. As the days get closer the suitcases come out, you make sure you have cash, credit cards, passports in order, animals provided for, yard watered, mail stopped and all the other little details that need to be taken care of while you are gone. Then the packing begins and a little bit of dread creeps in, am I lugging 50 lbs of stuff and I will only need 20lbs, do I really need a pair of socks every day, should I plan on washing some clothes and lighten the suitcase, do I have enough books, music, puzzles in case we get stuck in an airport? Is there anything that TSA is going to find that I forgot I had? Eventually the suitcases are packed and sitting by the door waiting for the trip to begin.
Finally you are heading out the door and we both ask each other do you have this, do you have that, did you bring one of those or was I supposed to pack that, who has the tickets, the parking coupon, the itinerary. The last concerning spot is getting through all the airport fuss and getting to the gate. As my daughter once said "at that point you are in the travel tube and you just go with it". Time to relax and enjoy the trip.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Berry memories
One of my very early memories is being in my grandfather's garden. I would follow him around with a little red cup in hand. I would pick raspberries off the canes and eat them almost as fast as I picked them. Many years later, long after my grandfather had died, I visited my Aunt, Uncle and cousins in Oregon. My cousin who was a few years older than me, took me on a walk along the Willamette river. Along the path blackberries were growing and I was fascinated with being able to just pick them and pop them in my mouth. At the time I was living in the Midwest and there was no equivalent activity in Kansas City.
Now I have a grandchild and I realized the other day that we two share a berry memory. Both of us have blueberry bushes in our yard and in summers past we have shared each others berries with enthusiasm. She is only four but apparently we have made a shared berry experience. Just the other day we were standing on her patio together and she pointed at the blueberries, which are still green. "Grandma, they aren't ready yet." "I know", I replied, "still green". At that point we both sighed. "Soon", I said. "Yes Grandma", she said.
Now I have a grandchild and I realized the other day that we two share a berry memory. Both of us have blueberry bushes in our yard and in summers past we have shared each others berries with enthusiasm. She is only four but apparently we have made a shared berry experience. Just the other day we were standing on her patio together and she pointed at the blueberries, which are still green. "Grandma, they aren't ready yet." "I know", I replied, "still green". At that point we both sighed. "Soon", I said. "Yes Grandma", she said.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Veggies!
One of the highlights of my summer is our CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) weekly box of produce. We pay an upfront cost for the season and in return pick up a box of fresh from the fields produce once a week. We start in June and last year picked up our last box the week before Thanksgiving. This year I'm sharing with a friend from work because as the season gets in to full swing there is more than two of us can manage. To me it is like Christmas once a week. The box has something different every week as various fruits and vegetables ripen. Right now we are getting baby lettuce, spinach, green onion and strawberries. Later there will be corn and tomatoes, potatoes and peaches. Towards the end of the season, squashes and nuts. Besides having really good stuff to eat it also sparks the creativity a bit because you don't get to choose what is in the box. Each week when you open it you have to start figuring out how to use it all. This week almost all of it went into a spring veggie, chicken stew. Last year we were overwhelmed with green beans so I dug out an old canning guide and made some excellent garlic, chili, dill green beans that go very well with a pint of ale,cheese, crackers and a Formula 1 race. We had so many different kinds of potatoes I lost track but they actually all had a different flavor and texture. I don't really recommend the blue ones. I thought they were awfully dry but perhaps I didn't have the correct cooking technique. Sometimes there is something you have never tried like garlic buds, basically the stems and flowers of garlic. You cook them kind of like asparagus but they have a mild flavor that makes a very different veggie to go with your steak. After cooking for my family for almost 40 years anything that puts a little fun in the planning is welcome and these boxes of wonderful fresh food definitely adds some fun. To quote one of my favorite food celebrities, Alton Brown, "Good Eats".
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Small adventures.
Today was one of the few really pleasant days we have had this spring. We rode the BMW into work and I always forget how much fun it is too get out of the Toyota and onto the motorcycle for the first time each year. It is cold, barely 50 this morning when we left at 6:30, but with a heated vest it is bearable in fact almost cozy . Sitting behind my husband I don't have to worry about traffic or driving. I can watch for hawks along the road, smell whatever is in the air, sometimes Scotch Broom and sometimes dead skunk but still a pleasure. It is a way of starting the day with a little adventure and the best part is another ride is to be had coming home. A ride that will be in warmer temperatures and relaxing knowing the work day is over and you are heading home.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Special moments
Sometimes you don't need to wait for the weekend or a day off to have a moment of joy. One day the sun came out and the temperature went up to 65. As background you need to know that we had the coldest, rainiest March on record. Oregonians are used to rain but there are limits to a persons tolerance. But there was one day at the end of March when the temperature went into the 60's and the sun came out. My friend Nancy and I took a walk during our afternoon break and everyone we saw had a big grin on their face and waved and smiled as we passed. The warmth and sunshine just made you feel new. A moment which made the week and erased the annoyance of the day.
On another day one of the ward clerks I particularly enjoy made a different sort of sunshine in my day. She had asked me a question and I answered and she responded with something to the effect of we are all in this together. I responded with a smart alack comment about what are we in, the soup, the mud and so forth and she answered, are we in it with a ham, on the lam, and so on. It was a simple exchange that did nothing to interrupt our work but it made me smile and appreciate her all the more. Sometimes the joy comes as a surprise and it is important to take a moment to notice and let the good feeling wash over you. It can make all the difference.
On another day one of the ward clerks I particularly enjoy made a different sort of sunshine in my day. She had asked me a question and I answered and she responded with something to the effect of we are all in this together. I responded with a smart alack comment about what are we in, the soup, the mud and so forth and she answered, are we in it with a ham, on the lam, and so on. It was a simple exchange that did nothing to interrupt our work but it made me smile and appreciate her all the more. Sometimes the joy comes as a surprise and it is important to take a moment to notice and let the good feeling wash over you. It can make all the difference.
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