Monday, January 9, 2017

This and That, the January 2017 Edition

There's a fresh coat of snow outside, repainting the landscape a clean, bright white. If only the sun would peek through the clouds, it would be a perfect scene.

As it is, the day is overcast and sombre. Thankfully there are tasks within that keep me occupied, and some outdoor activities after lunch to shake off the lethargy.

In the course of my morning work, I sorted through some recent photos. Let me share a few with you.

Curled icicles

I was curling in Armstrong (a nearby town) on December 30. My first game was shortly after 8 a.m. and so it was still dark, barely a hint of sunrise, when I arrived at the rink. The building has a metal roof, and as is common in this region, the snow is often soft and water-laden. It slides off metal roofs in a gentle curl. The above photo is such a snow curl with a wicked twist. Frozen icicles followed the curl, and look to me (a former farm girl) like a pick-up reel on a combine. A savage one at that.

Our little community has been steadily working at fundraising in order to put a roof over our outdoor skating rink. Not only will it extend the season for our users (it is a very popular winter activity) but will make the site an all-season venue.

The latest fundraiser was a raffle, offering three prizes: a cut-and-wrapped meat package, a propane barbecue and a generous gas card.

I sold many, many tickets, and The Husband bought several; I bought one. The prize draws were made at the local New Year's Eve dance (which we did not attend, as it's far past our bedtime!). Guess what.


The Old, on its way to our recycling centre.

Yes. The Husband won the barbecue, which was the only reason he bought tickets (well, and that he's a generous community supporter). I'd long been campaigning for a new barbecue. The old one is really old, and having provided us with hundreds of excellent meals, is barely limping along.

Behold:

The New, ensconced in its place of honour.
If that wasn't enough, I won the gas card. Oh yes. I can only imagine the reaction in the hall. No matter, I'm on my way later this week to visit The Son and his family up north, and it will come in very handy indeed.

I watched a TED talk just last night about the mind of procrastinators. You can see it here. And yes, I am a 'goal oriented' person, so it hit pretty close to home. As witnessed by this:

New and old handmade quilts:
the darker one underneath the work in progress is 100 years old,
made by one of The Husband's great-aunts.

My first grandson's baby quilt. I say "first" because he's already 2.5 years old and there's a new version on the ground already.

I started the little bug quilt quite awhile ago, and then set it aside for the summer ... and got stuck into other things ... and then right around Christmas looked at it in severe guilt. A guilt quilt, if you will. With a promised visit looming, I had a date and a goal.So what you see is an almost finished project. The white chalk marks in the blue band are the stitching lines for my needle to follow. Tonight will see that done, and tomorrow morning the quilt will be washed, all the chalk marks will be gone and the quilting pattern will be revealed as the batt inside fluffs up.

January is when the Christmas clutter (for that is what it becomes after the season) is removed, and the house returned to what passes for normal. It's an opportunity to do a good cleaning, and bring out different items to brighten the house, rearrange displays.

These are a legacy from my mother to her children and grandchildren, and the current display on the old sideboard:

Mom's legacy.

They are Amish-style dolls (simple bodies, no faces) that she crafted from a huge antique linen tablecloth that belonged to her great-grandmother. The cloth had some holes and wear, and how, she thought, can one share a single item with many people. The answer was dolls: 10 of them. The bodies and dresses are made from the cloth. And as if that wasn't special enough, she handwrote a card explaining the history of the dolls, then laminated them and pinned one on each doll's back, under the dress.

The ones in the photo are mine, my daughter's, and the one with the yellow ribbon was the doll she made for herself. I look at these and think of her every day.



Saturday, December 17, 2016

'Tis the Season

The snow is gently falling outside, a sign that the temperatures are (thank goodness) gradually rising. The Polar Vortex has hit us particularly hard this year, and early in the season. Perhaps it's because I'm getting older that I find the cold makes me cranky - things hurt in the cold.

I've been doing a lot of crocheting during the past month, as the Daughter found a pattern she liked and ask "Could you please make me a pair?"



Aren't these cool? I've made almost a dozen pair now, of varying sizes and yarns. Got two pair made during a there-and-back trip to the North Country over a weekend. I even made a pair for me.

I'm back to quilting for the foreseeable future, which is toasty warm and cozy, working on my lap.

Today The Husband and I decided to get into a festive mood, to help dispel the winter blahs.


And so we went for a little drive up one of the mountains close by, spotting and evaluating our choices until finding just the right tree. It's thawing out now, before receiving its adornment. The house is already filling up with the sensuous scent of fir.

There aren't small children in the house to push the excitement meter to the top of the line. We don't get into a gift-buying frenzy. Focus is more on the three Fs: friend, family and food.

I'll get some Christmas baking done in the few days - try not to do it too soon because if it's in the house, I eat it! Most of this year's production is heading out the door, to The Daughter's place and other deserving homes.

We received an early Christmas gift this year:


This young man made his debut into the world in the middle of November, a wee bundle of happiness. Everyone is doing well. We were fortunate to have them staying with us for a few weeks before they moved into their own place just a 5 minute walk from us.

Looking forward to the chaos when the older grandkids are here next summer, meeting their new cousin!

Gypsy meeting her new human, and she's in love with him!

However you celebrate the solstice season, be it the summer or winter one, I hope you enjoy health and happiness in the company of those you love, and blessing for the new year.

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Chilcotin - Atnarko Holiday


I can't believe how long it's been since last I wrote. Life just putters right along.

Back in mid-October, on what is known in Canada as Thanksgiving Day weekend, The Husband and I decided to forgo a turkey dinner and bust a move out of the valley. We were ever-so-slightly squirrely, and decided to make the complete drive to Bella Coola (having gone only to Anahim Lake on bikes in August) before winter set in.

And so off we went. It's just over 800 km from our place to the coast by this route, over mountains and through valleys, crossing mighty rivers and vast rangeland.

A damp, unsettled sky over the Coastal Mountains
 We left home in inclement weather, After a night at Williams Lake and a very early start west from there, we found fresh snow at higher elevations but not enough to hinder us, just make things 'interesting'.


Highway 20 to Bella Coola is one of only three routes by which one can drive to the Pacific Ocean in Canada. That's a testament to the rugged mountainous terrain in which we live.

The road is famous (or infamous) for the stretch that was constructed from Anahim Lake to Stuie, especially the first 21km or so coming east out of the valley. About 50km in total is gravel, which is nothing special for those who travel rural roads. What is special is that those 21km were dug out of the mountainside by volunteers using Cats in 1953 I think it was. It took them a year. The BC government told them the road couldn't be built, but they proved that wrong. Of course 'road' is a loose term.

It's much improved from those early days but still not for the faint of heart.

You can see the road cuts on some of the gentler grades, far ahead.

Yes, the sign says 12% grade. That isn't the most extreme slope -
 it is 15% in some places, and even 18% for short stretches at the western end. 
One of the 11 switchbacks on the route, and no, those aren't guardrails ahead - they're rocks.

There are no guard rails, and the drops are a very, very, very long way down, and steep. This is no place to be a distracted driver. We've travelled logging roads worse than this, and roads in gumbo clay soils, which is many times worse. The reason I find this road interesting is that it isn't a logging road - it's a numbered provincial highway!



There are no services for long stretches of road, so we always have supplies like fuel.
And we aren't in a hurry, so a picnic lunch along the way suits us fine. Goat cheese and sausage on crackers and a nice bottle of red - perfect.

Bella Coola River


Bella Coola itself is a small, primarily First Nations community on the inlet to the ocean. The Atnarko Valley from Tweedmuir Park to the town has about 2000 people in total. The valley is narrow but surprisingly rich in diversity.

It is located in what is known as the Great Bear Rainforest. We were just a little too late to see the grizzlies in town, come to feed on the migrating salmon, but a few were still lingering in the area, scrounging fruit from trees.

Raven with two salmon - male and female - facing the river and welcoming the salmons' return.

Another of the many totem poles in town.

Tallheo Cannery across the inlet from Bella Coola Harbour, glaciers on the mountain behind.

Bella Coola Harbour

The rainforest is noted for the ancient giant cedar trees that live there. Unfortunately, many of these were logged, but some were spared. This one is just east of the municipal airport, down a short forest trail.


It's hard to appreciate its size until you provide context: The Husband is 190cm tall.


Mountains north of Hagensborg.




Thorsen Creek. There are ancient petroglyphs further upstream but we didn't see them.

Grizzly track on the trail along Thorsen Creek. 

Gumpy grizzly boar in a bear trap. Despite two doses of tranquilizer, he was still rampaging around
and threatening to pop the trailer off the ball hitch.

Mount Saugstad, south of Hagensborg.

We stopped often along the valley, poking along back roads and park trails. It was the most relaxing few days we'd enjoyed in a long time.

Dragon fly, dopey from the cold temperature and warming on The Husband's finger.

Doesn't it have a fearsome face?!
Back home through the Chilcotin we hoped to enjoy breakfast at the Kinikinik restaurant in Redstone. Unfortunately most of the 'tourist' places are closed this time of year. Perhaps next summer.

For Cheryl - one of the fences you asked me about.
Much easier than trying to pound fence posts into the rocky ground.


Just north of Cache Creek, on the west side of Highway 97 are these fabulous 'painted' rocks, stained by iron and other mineral deposits. I always stop to gaze at them if on this road.



And once again, we returned to the dry Interior. Quite a contrast from rainforest to the high semi-desert country, and all within a day's drive, albeit a long drive. Maybe one day you can come along!

The Thompson Plateau.


Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Such a Busy Summer

It has been a full, wonderful, bulging-with-fun summer. Yes, I know it isn't over yet, but autumn will soon be knocking at the door, and I'm not quite ready for it yet.

Rather than a long exposé about our goings-on, let me show you a few highlights. Pictures, as they say, tell more than words.

We've spent a lot of time out here - the perfect summer evening spot.

Had a good harvest of lavender earlier in the season - three large tote boxes worth.
Now these bundles are scenting the house and linen closet.
The garden was lush with all the July rain, but August has been hot and dry.

We've gone on day rides with the motorcycles, stopping for picnics along the way.
This is at Kopje Park in Lake Country.

Attended a vintage and collector car show in Vernon - over 400 vehicles.

The Husband taking The Lovely Pam on her first motorcycle ride.
Brother Scott looks on - "not her usual ride!"
They spent a few days with us at the end of July.

It's August and the grandkids and their parents have arrived!
The veranda transforms into a beach towel and blanket drying zone.

The kids and grands - alcohol may or may not have been involved in the
crooked angle of this photo.

The Daughter and her partner, with a new grandbaby "on board" as they say.

Miss Abby, contemplating the day.

Mr. Zach enjoying breakfast with Grandpa on the deck.

Miss A getting her first motorcycle ride with Grandpa, on Grandma's bike.

Mr. Zach having a cuddle with Mom.

Cousins ... say "aaah!"

Miss A's inuksuk, built with help from her dad but painted all on her own.

After a few weeks of company, The Husband and I ran away from home and
took a ride along Highway 20 to Anahim Lake. Spent one evening at a lodge
overlooking Nimpo Lake, listening to the loons.

Lodge at Nimpo Lake.

Stopping for a stretch and to enjoy a viewpoint along Highway 24, the
Interlakes Highway between 100 Mile House and Little Fort.

Lac des Roches, looking southeast.

From the big empty country of the Chilcotin and Cariboo regions, a week later
we found ourselves in the Vancouver area. You could not imagine a bigger contrast in environments.
Riding one of the water taxis on False Creek with Sister PK and her partner Garry.

Enjoying frosty malt beverages on Granville Island.

The beach below the Marine Museum on Burrard Inlet.

Vancouver skyline looking at Sunset Beach Park.

Family and friends. Wild open range country and bustling metropolis. The beach, the mountains, breakfasts at golf courses and wine on the veranda.

Much contrast. Much love and fun. Much to be thankful for.

I hope you've had a grand summer as well. And we'd love to have you join us next summer!