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September 27, 2012

Finishing up the Harvest

I think I'm coming to the end of the harvest season. The tomatoes are slowing down (although they barely got up to speed in the first place), and I've pulled out the squashes, bringing in these tiny pumpkins.
pumpkins
I've been digging potatoes for more than a month now. There are still several plants going strong in the p-patch, so I hope to double this:
potatoes
There's a little basil in the garden that we're eating up. There are some carrots that will stay out there until we need them. Otherwise, it's all pretty much done. The blueberry shrubs are turning red, the pear tree is shedding leaves.

Oh, speaking of pears, this is what the pear tree did this year:
homegrown pears
I did much better this year about getting them off the tree in time. Pears don't ripen the way we want them to on the tree; they have to be picked not-quite-ripe then chilled for a spell, and then they'll ripen nicely. Last year, lots of them were mushy and were all turned into pear sauce. This year: perfect (although I still made pear sauce.

I've been harvesting grapes from the arbor out front for a while now. This was the haul from earlier this week:
grapes!
I've loaded up the dehydrator (raisins!) and cooked some down into something sort of like a cobbler filling (start making grape juice but stop before reaching the grape-squishing stage, then add sugar). This is in addition to the two quarts of grape juice in the freezer and the three quarts of grape-plum cobbler filling.

Clearly, everyone needs to come over for dessert.

September 25, 2012

Sew.Quilt.Give. Bee Blocks

I have managed, just barely, to get my blocks for the Sew.Quilt.Give. Bee done and mailed off before running out of time. I've been much more behind when it comes to posting them.
August blocks for Sew.Quilt.Give.
These were August's blocks. We used this tutorial and were supposed to use a "muted" palette. Nothing quite like specific color requests to point out the holes in my fabric stash!

I think these are more muted in reality. At least I hope so. Jenn recently posted the finished quilts from June, a baby quilt for a girl and for a boy. The quilts came out great, but my blocks don't mesh well with the others since they were so saturated.

September blocks for Sew.Quilt.Give.
For September, we did scrappy log cabins a la this tutorial in "bright jewel tones". I think my stash has more of those colors but now I'm just a little worried. Language can be so inexact when it comes to color!

September 24, 2012

Summer Retrospective: Geysers and Glaciers

There's that cliche about folks and their slideshows of their vacations, inviting the neighbors over and boring everyone to tears with the endless photos, the snippets of stories that don't quite make sense. Does this still happen? Or do we all just put our vacation photos online somewhere, assuming that somewhere there's a person or two who cares?

That's a bit harsh. I know there are a couple of people who will at least not be too bored seeing these. Besides, I'm putting these up for myself. I don't scrapbook, haven't for years, although I like the idea, the carefully arranged photos, the ticket stubs, the stories scrawled into the margins. I just seem to put my time elsewhere. But I want to remember all this stuff, so this is where I put it.

So, fair warning: this post is photo-heavy and is, essentially, Our Summer Vacation. I'll understand if you want to skip the rest of this post and come back some other time. I've got some quilt blocks to post, finally!

Back in July, the three of us took a bit more than two weeks off and went on a road trip. A classic American summer tradition. We headed east, which is kinda a big deal since we're coastal people. I've lived near an enormous body of water pretty much my whole life, excepting our time in Europe, and I need that Natural Air Conditioner. Our first stop was at the Ginkgo Petrified Forest, one of North America's most diverse collections of petrified trees. Most petrified forests were buried in volcanic ash; this one is significant for being a swamp full of logs that were then buried in lava.

Petrified forests always slightly disappoint me. I want to see the trees still standing, with limb structure. There's something magical in what I imagine when I think "petrified forest" and reality - scientific significance notwithstanding - never seems to measure up. But it was at Ginkgo that I learned about the lava flows of the Columbia Plateau and Glacial Lake Missoula.

Umatilla Rock/Dry Falls State Park
You can (sort of) see the layers in the cliff edges in the distance in this photo, flow after flow, each thicker than I am tall. I'm not certain I understand where it all came from (not the Cascades, that was pretty clear), but there's a lot of it.

And then there was an ice age and an ice dam, roughly at where Missoula, MT, is today, which created Glacial Lake Missoula, believed to be the largest such thing ever. The dam broke, several times apparently, and all the water it had been holding back went charging toward the Pacific. All 500 cubic miles of it.

Dry Falls/Dry Falls State Park
Dry Falls is 400 feet tall and more than 3 miles wide. The floods released when the ice dam failed moved at 65 miles per hour - this waterfall must have been spectacular, although with the water 300 feet deep going over the falls, I have no idea where one would have stood to admire them. Or who would have, this all happening 15,000-20,000 years ago.

Umatilla Rock/Dry Falls State Park
Now, you can drive up to the lake in the plunge pools at the base of the falls. Or you can park further back and hike around and over Umatilla Rock in Sun Lake/Dry Falls State Park. Sparse and windy but so dramatic.

atop Umatilla Rock/Dry Falls State Park
Caitlyn is hiding because the wind was kicking the dirt up something fierce. We took the trail off the rock in turns, cowering out of the wind while we waited.

Then onward up the Grand Coulee to the Grand Coulee Dam.

Grand Coulee Dam
Yes, they have a laser show after dark. It's very 80s.

irrigated wheat fields
This is what Washington looks like on the other side of that huge dam. Perfectly straight roads. Irrigated fields with the Green turned up to eleven, under a brilliant sky.

Then, across Idaho's panhandle and into Montana for three days at Glacier National Park. We started on the west side, camping at Fish Creek and hiking to Avalanche Lake.

strange little animal
One the way to the lake, we startled this strange little animal peeking out of its home. Actually, it's sort of interesting that we didn't see more little animals (lots of birds, though) since there's so little in the way of undergrowth in Glacier's forests. Tree trunks for ages (all looking very alike, too, so don't wander off the trail) but all sorts of open space between them, a bit of a contrast for those of use coming from the rather jungley Pacific Northwest, where plants grow on top of other plants and the undergrowth can require a machete.

avalanche lake
Avalanche Lake is fed by snowmelt and retreating glaciers. There are at least five waterfalls in this photo.

the power of water
The lake is the head of a river that's carving a path out of the mountains as it heads downhill. The river has some perfectly curved, perfectly smooth rock edges.

The Going-to-the-Sun Road, the one road through the park, was closed due to a mudslide, so we had to drive around the outside of Glacier. We set up a new campsite and drove up to Logan's Pass.

going to Hidden Lake
At Logan's Pass, we stopped for a "quick hike" near the Visitors' Center. The winter snow was still melting off, so everywhere was damp and swampy with tiny waterfalls. The trail was about 50% snow covered, which we didn't fully realize until we were pretty committed to the hike. Yes, Caitlyn is in sandals.

hidden lake
The hike took us to the overlook at Hidden Lake. I don't know that the photo does it justice. The surface of the lake was still melting. Over on the right side of the lake you can sort of make out where the water exits the lake, becoming one of the hanging waterfalls we saw from the road later. If you need more visuals, Ian took a panorama.

mountain goat on path
We also saw mountain goats. Caitlyn thought it was awesome that the goats used the trail and the boardwalk, just like the people. The goats totally didn't care that there were people nearby.

Our "quick hike" had turned into a several hour adventure that included a very cheeky chipmunk and the realization that melted snow is somewhat warmer than still-frozen snow. By the time we came back to the Visitors' Center at Logan's Pass, the mudslide had been cleared and we could go check out the really dramatic part of the Going-to-the-Sun Road.

hanging waterfall
The road sort of just hangs off the side of the mountain. Look out one window and the view falls away into the valley. Look out the other and the mountain is right there.

Waterfall on Going-to-the-Sun Road
Along one stretch, there were waterfalls that were probably seasonal so they didn't have catchbasins and underpasses for the water; it just fell on the car. The road is also notable for the care that went into building it. It sort of disappears into the scenery. They'd never manage to build such a thing now - the lip of stone that is the "guardrail" is super short, mostly making the suggestion that there's an edge here and perhaps you should be careful. Any modern roadbuilding would need a concrete barrier topped with reflectors and the views would be totally ruined.

(Ian took a panorama from one of the turnouts on the Going-to-the-Sun road, if you want additional perspective.)


We had our other close encounter with wildlife the next morning when a black bear (the neighbors estimated it was a year old or so, based on size - I simply thought he was big) wandered by our campsite. He made all kinds of noise, rustling through the plants and banging at trees before tearing a rotting log into pieces, so everyone knew he was there. Like the goats, he gave no sign of caring that there were people near either, but the people were all very careful to not crowd him and to talk enough so that he would know we were there. After all the signs about not feeding bears, it was a bit of a relief to discover that this bear had absolutely no interest in joining us for breakfast; he was perfectly happy digging for grubs and worms in that rotten log.

After Glacier, we headed east and south through the Blackfeet Nation, stopping at the Museum of the Plains Indians. It features mostly the arts of the plains tribes: beadwork, textiles, and painting, both from the time before the tribes lost most of their land to the Americans and from now. Caitlyn and I chatted with two artists at work (whose names I didn't get and now can't find in the museum's archives) in the special exhibit areas.

In Great Falls, Montana, we stopped at the Lewis and Clark Trail Interpretive Center for a nice overview of their Grand Adventure. On the way to West Yellowstone, we stopped for a while at Nevada City, a little ghost town partially made of local buildings and partially from historical buildings "rescued" from other locations and brought here. There was a living history event going on, with "interpreters" in costume (they were quite clear that they weren't "actors"). The men talked a lot about vigilantes and the women offered baked goods and opportunities to spin and quilt.

And then: three days in Yellowstone, geeking about geology. Hot spots, calderas, thermophilic lifeforms (mostly bacteria), hot springs, geysers, mud pots, boiling lakes. What's not to love?

Some completely gratuitous geyser photos:
Grand Prismatic Spring
The Grand Prismatic Spring at Midway Geyser Basin. Everyone takes a picture of this one, it seems. Yes, it's really this color. No Photoshop here.

Black Dragon
Dragon's Mouth near Mud Volcano. It doesn't erupt so much as it breaths and belches. Lots of sulfur here - smells terrible!

Porcelain Spring, Norris Basin
Norris Basin also smells terrible, and the acid in the environment makes it a rather otherworldly place. The ground here is hotter than anywhere else in Yellowstone. I think this is Porcelain Spring. Ian took another panorama here that really shows off the otherworldliness of Norris.

Beehive Geyser
Beehive Geyser is extremely unpredictable, according to the ranger we spoke with. There's a small geyser near it (creatively named "Beehive Indicator") that starts to erupt about 5-10 minutes before Beehive goes. When the indicator starts to go, the rangers run around like crazy people trying to impress on everyone the importance of seeing Beehive erupt. We managed to see Beehive erupt twice. It sounds like a jet engine.

Beehive is in the same area as Old Faithful, which we saw erupt on three different occasions. It remains, well, faithful.

Clepsydra Geyser
This one is Clepsydra, whose name is derived from the Greek for "water clock" because it was so regular. Then, in 1959, it started erupting continuously and it hasn't stopped yet.

Great Fountain Geyer
Great Fountain is in the Lower Geyser Basin, and although it's one of the few geysers in the park that is predictable, the period between eruptions is about 12 hours. We happened to catch it.

Mammoth Hot Springs
We drove up to Mammoth for the hot springs there. I expected them to be more dramatic. Apparently the plumbing inside shifts around all the time so that some of the hot springs are active while others are dormant, and then it all shifts. The rangers insist that they are keeping track of the amount of water leaving the hot springs for the river and that it's staying constant, regardless of how much it looks like half the hot springs have shut down.

bison
Oh, and we saw some bison. Some were very close to the road, so it was really easy to see how big they are.

bison
And some are new calves and are still big (although small compared to the adults). Kids are kids, regardless of species, and parents are parents. We watched some calves goofing around, charging and chasing each other, only to be clearly told by the adults present to "stop messing around and driving me crazy!"

Teton National Park
After Yellowstone, we drove south to the Grand Tetons, some of North America's youngest mountains (therefore all tall and sharp and dramatic - check out Ian's panorama), where we visited with family in Jackson.

From here, we turned the car west and started hurrying back to the Pacific and the Natural Air Conditioning we coastal people love. We made a brief stop at Craters of the Moon, a young volcanic field. The lava here was flowing only 2000 years ago, and it's so dry that very little weathering has happened. You can tramp around and check out lava flows, both the ropey a'a type and the rougher pahoehoe type (although the latter is simply hell on your shoes). We climbed a cinder cone, checked out spatter cones, and climbed around inside lava tubes.

inside a lava tube
Lava tubes are neat. They form when the top of a lava flow hardens and insulates the lava within, allowing it to keep flowing. The floor of a tube can be scraped up, it's walls can have little ledges marking how the lava level dropped as the eruption feeding it slowed, and it can have stalactites of once-molten rock hanging from the ceiling. And since they are caves, they can be very dark and very cold. Such a relief when the ground outside is black and close to 150 degrees in the summer sun. Here's another of Ian's panoramas, this one is of the inside of Dewdrop Cave.

Well, that was our trip. Anyone still here? Are you bored to tears or snoring? If I offer dessert, will you forgive me for blathering on and on (and on and on)?

September 20, 2012

Peppers, Roasted Red

roasted red peppers
Chevre, homemade focaccia, and these. Lunch in January. Not too shabby!

September 17, 2012

My Weekend

I have a small problem with stubbornness. I plan to do something and by darn I'm going to do all of it. Even at the expense of, well, health and sanity.

Which is why I spent Sunday stumbling around the house in a fog of exhaustion. Because apparently I don't have the good sense to not start something at 5pm.

Saturday: one batch of Pear+Ginger Preserves, one batch of Pear-Apple Sauce (using up the rest of the fruit from the backyard), freezing three bundles of spinach, and one batch of spicy Chinese Plum Sauce.
fruit in jars
It's not Can-o-Rama by any measure. But then, I'm not done yet and I keep tucking the jars into the dark and unphotographable pantry as soon as they are properly cool. Maybe when I'm all done (post-peaches, hopefully) I'll post the total tally of all the canned, dried and frozen things.

Or maybe not. I think Erica's amazing, in her own wonderfully crazy way. But I'm not trying to out-do her. Really.

Next up: roasted red peppers, grapes, peaches.

September 14, 2012

Harvest Time

These are not my tomatoes:
tomatoes
Or rather, they are now. That is, I didn't nurture these beauties. But my neighbors moved out and I rescued their tomatoes before the landscapers came through to 'tidy up'. Isn't it sad that productive vegetables aren't considered a selling point in real estate?

It's harvest time in these parts. My tomatoes aren't producing quite like these were, but I'm bring in a handful every couple of days. There are pumpkins on the vine and it looks like I might get a handful of green beans after all. (My garden is punishing me for going on vacation this summer, I think).

And if it's harvest time, that means it's preserving time. I've got pears from our tree that I'm turning into Ginger+Pear Preserves and probably some Apple+Pear Sauce (with the rest of the apples off our apple tree. I've already got apples in the freezer ready for pies.) And since other, more professional farmer-types can be relied on for other crops, I've also got peppers in the dehydrator, spinach in the freezer and roasted red peppers, plum sauce, grape juice and grape+plum cobbler filling lined up for the canner. I probably should make a batch of strawberry jam, just to open up some room in the freezer...

When the piles of produce in the kitchen have been tamed, it'll be time to catch up (again!) on all the BOMs and on Sew.Quilt.Give. Oh, and that tunic of Caitlyn's I was going to do during the spring version KCWC. She's been so patient!

September 12, 2012

Summer Retrospective: Sword-Play

Caitlyn's got a sword!
Corrugated cardboard. Glue gun. Spray paint. Bling.

Caitlyn and I have been (slowly) working our way through Craftsy's Costume Box class. I always seem to think we'll have more time over the summer than we actually do. Fortunately, Craftsy's classes don't come with specific time limitations so we can watch the class lessons whenever we have time. At the rate we're going, we'll maybe get one more project done before Halloween.

Caitlyn's got a sword!
Starting with the sword was Caitlyn's choice. Of course, she also wants wings, crowns, cloaks, wands, a fairy skirt, armor and boot covers. I expect she'll try to wear it all at once.

Caitlyn's got a sword!
She did the template tracing and chose which gems should go where. I did the cutting, spray-painting and the glue-gunning.

Caitlyn's got a sword!
The class has a lesson for a scabbard. I'm wondering if I can adapt it some how to wear it on the back, for an over-the-shoulder draw... So much cooler than a standard hip-belt.

Oh, and can I have a moment to be ridiculously pleased that she wanted a sword in the first place? She may be a fairy princess at heart, but she's going to save herself, thank you very much.

September 05, 2012

Off to the Races

First day of Second Grade!
It's the first day of school here in Seattle. You can't tell from this photo, but the crowd at our bus stop is even bigger than last year's, flush with this year's crop of kindergarteners, younger siblings and other new students. There's a mix of apprehension and anticipation in the air.

First day of Second Grade!
Caitlyn, of course, is all anticipation.

And so it begins: old patterns, new routine, settling in, stepping out. Fall.

September 02, 2012

To be sure of hitting the target

Shoot first, and call whatever you hit the target.

I wasn't slacking for all of August when it came to posting here, I was taking a break.

Well, I didn't realize I was "taking a break" until someone else posted that they were taking a break as part of a formal challenge. (I suppose it's not the break-taking itself that is the challenge but the feeling-ok-about-the-break-taking.) August is gone, a break was taken, and here we are stepping into September, fall, second grade.

I've a list of things to post about from the last month (blueberries, swords, our vacation, pears) and I'm looking forward to a September that (I hope) has more breathing space in it.