Friday, December 17, 2010

I've Found the Perfect Gift

Ten Symptoms that your Christmas Shopping has turned into a Nightmare


1) You're still agonizing over what to get Aunt Matilda for Christmas.



2) You know the person who literally has EVERYTHING, and you're supposed to buy them a gift. Get Real is all you can think.



3) You have to buy a gift for a person who is IMPOSSIBLE to buy for. (When you ask what they would like to have they answer a) I don't care. b) I don't know, or c) You choose)



4) Have you found yourself realizing that you've waited too long to shop on-line because you can't get it shipped to you in time to give it for Christmas. (Of course, you could pay the give them your right arm shipping charges for overnight.......but that's not REALLY in the budget.)



5) Are you gift wrap challenged?



6) Have you experienced standing the middle of the mall realizing that you have a list of names but not a clue beyond the names.



7) What do you give those people you work with who stay up all night long making homemade cookies, fudge, divinity, jelly and chex mix - then wrap it all up in cute little packages and leave one on everybody's desk.



8) Have you poured over catalogs of food offerings wondering exactly how much 3 ounces actually is.



9) Do you have to buy a gift for a spoiled indulged teenager?



10) Slumped in your car in your driveway, you accept that you just can't face the traffic to get one more gift.



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Thursday, December 16, 2010

It's Official: I'm a Geezer.

Well, I found the second most boring drive so far: The Mojave Desert. Yep. It was brown and more brown. Only 500 miles of corn edges it out in the snoozeville department. The only redeeming feature of the Mojave was the Joshua Tree Scenic Parkway, and it only lasted 30 miles out of 300. At the end of the Mojave, we stopped in Laughlin, Nevada to rest for a couple of days after two consecutive 300+ mile driving days. Apparently, December stands for dead in Laughlin, so the hotels give amazing deals - Golden Nugget - $35 a night, and that was the 'upgrade'! We had a great time, rested up, and pulled into Peoria one week ago.

It's been an exciting whirlwind since then. Today I'm sitting in an 1800 square foot house that has an Arizona Room (that's what they call back porches here). Ours is enclosed and has heat and ac. This house is amazing. It was an original Sun City house that has been completely redone. The kitchen is brand new with granite and stainless steel appliances. There's a sit down vanity in the bedroom. The mirror is lit with 12 of those little round lights. When I get cold, I just flip on the switch and stand in front of it in my sunglasses. We have a walk in shower. There are also three complete and working sliding glass doors in this house! They all go out into the enclosed Arizona Room. I still haven't figured out what we are going to do with that room. I'm open to ideas. It's about 25' by 15'. And no, I'm not going to put in a bowling alley. Oh, and did I mention that the two car garage has a baby garage? Yes, we have a golf cart garage. The utility room is giant, with a new washer and dryer that have gillions of speeds, water temps and settings. But, I've saved the best for last: We have an orange tree with edible oranges. Today I found a vintage electric juicer that is actually made out of rolled steel with a ceramic top, so Drake can squeeze fresh orange juice for his breakfast. We have a ROCK yard - well, actually it's 'chat'. I think you have to be from Oklahoma to know what chat is - that means little rocks. Oh, and there's two blooming bougainvillea bushes in the yard.

I bought a table and chairs today. It has two leaves and weighs a ton - I'm talking sturdy here - it's made out of maple. It's very 1963. Drake got the entire 42" table, the two extra leaves, and 4 chairs into the CAR. Is he talented, or what? We've also gotten all the utilities on line, had the cable/internet installed, bought a day bed, trundle and mattresses for the company we're expecting while we're here. I've sent out my Christmas cards, and did all my Christmas shopping online as we drove from Washington. Merilyn, my mother-in-law, says she's getting her exercise because I sent everything to her house. Every day the postman rings her bell. What I'm really looking forward to is the big family Christmas which will include Sarah who we haven't seen since July. We are too, too excited to be here, to be celebrating Christmas with our family, and to be in this great house.

We officially live in Geezerville which makes us Geezers. I went to the grocery store yesterday and did battle with the little old ladies tottering down the center of each aisle clinging to the handles of their shopping baskets. The EMPTY cart is really more than they can manage much less a cart with actual groceries in it. A couple of times, I just turned around and came up the aisle from the other side - it was actually easier on everybody. I was on the mega shopping trip replacing all my cold staples. The cart was piled high and once I got it going, it was hard to maneuver, much less stop. The tiny, tottering ladies were in actual danger.

Drake is definitely going to need some lemon yellow pants with a matching plaid shirt so that he can fit in at the golf course. I think I'm going to go for a blue hair rinse myself. On the plus side - it's flat, flat, flat here. Bike riding is going to be great for me - and there are smooth sidewalks everywhere not to mention the great golf cart roads. On the minus side, this is the home of the chain restaurant. If it's been homogenized and standardized, and it's food - it's here.

It's going to be a challenge to find some new and interesting things to do here because we've been coming to this area since 1970. We are going to Spring Training in March and we have season tickets for the Texas Rangers' spring season. We are also going to be celebrating our 40th wedding anniversary in April. We are settled here until May 1st. Here's the new address: 9920 Kelso Drive, Sun City, AZ 85351. The weather is dry, dry, dry - but it's sunny and warm - record highs actually. Coming from drizzly and cloudy Washington, it's been a bit of a climate shock - but a pleasant one. (They're predicting rain here tomorrow - but I'll believe it when I feel the drops.)

To close this blog, let me wish all of you a wonderful Christmas and a great New Year. It's going to be a great 2011. I love writing these silly things, so you can expect more in 2011. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

Friday, December 3, 2010

Goodbye Washington, Hello Oregon

After surviving the harrowing drive through Seattle in the pouring rain dragging a trailer, we were very happy to see Astoria, Oregon. This is the town named for Jacob Astor - New York financier who backed the first fur trading company in Oregon in 1811. Thus, Astoria will be celebrating its bicentennial next year. Astoria is an interesting town at the mouth of the Columbia River, one of the great rivers of the West. A strong component of the Astoria economy is the shipping industry coming up and down the Columbia River to and from the Pacific Ocean.


One of the reasons the Columbia River wasn't discovered earlier by Europeans was a tremendous shifting sand bar blocking the entrance. This "Bar" is caused by the force of the Columbia emptying into the Pacific. Robert Gray (the discoverer, waited 9 days for the waves to calm down before he would attempt passage). Even today - every ship that enters or exits the Columbia River from wherever (Japan, China, Venezuela, etc.) is piloted by a specialty pilot whose only job is to navigate the "Bar". There are 24 of these individuals. There was an amazing story and film about them at the Columbia Maritime Museum. These specialty pilots are actually brought out to the giant ships in little tenders, then the pilots climb up the side of a ship on a rope ladder, do their job, climb down the rope ladder -but then grab a rope and SWING onto the little bobbing tender boat alongside the ship. The waves during storms can top 40 feet at the Bar. Shipping doesn't stop for Mother Nature.

Astoria is an interesting town. We went through downtown and were transported back to 1955. I haven't seen a downtown for about 40 years that still has its major box stores with downtown locations. The J. C. Penney still has the same sign that was erected in the 1950s. This is a working town, and the downtown reflects that. Sure, there are some fru-fru tourist shops, but the stores serving the basic shopping needs of the general populations are still thriving in Astoria's downtown.

We visited the 'mouth' of the Columbia and got to take a long bike ride on a paved trail inside Fort Stevens park. In the park you can see where the Columbia meets the Pacific and they have the remains of a ship (not a boat - but a big ship) that the Bar claimed. The hull is still visible in the park, and some things salvaged from that boat are on display at the Maritime Museum. The Maritime Museum was great. It is filled with life size boats as well as miniatures of famous ships. There was scrimshaw and lots of interesting hands on presentations concerning the shipping industry past and present.

This is also Lewis and Clark country, and we got to visit Fort Clatsop. This is a replica built according to Clark's single sheet of paper that laid out a double block of buildings with numbers written around the edge of the rectangles showing what the dimensions of the rooms would be. They were not generous. However, I'm sure those small log rooms felt like the Waldorf because the Corps of Discovery could finally get out of the cold rain and snow. Clatsop is the name of the Indians who lived here during Lewis and Clark's time on the Northwest coast, and the fort (very liberal use of that concept as you can see from the pictures) was named in the tribe's honor.

Today, we headed farther down the Oregon coast. This is a gorgeous place, and we got really lucky to have a brilliantly sunny day. You can see from the pictures how lovely this coastline is. Lots of the rocks out in the ocean are actually runs of lava into the sea from a huge volcano that erupted in EASTERN Oregon millions of years ago. That lava creates some interesting scenery. It even created cobblestones on some of the beaches. When the waves crash in, the cobblestones rattles against one another creating a clatter that kind of sounds like applause. I think the applause is well deserved.

We visited two lighthouses today. Those long lava flows combined with the large storms the Pacific Ocean can generate make this a treacherous coast. Many of the lighthouses are not just quaint little remnants of the 19th century. They are still used today by small boats and large ships. There's still a lot of fishing here, and those lighthouses have saved many a boat.

Another attraction that we visited today was the Oregon Coastal Aquarium. It was a very pleasant surprise with faux tidal pools filled with starfish, sea anemones, and sea cucumbers. They had an aviary of seabirds as well as sea lions, sea otters, and a giant octopus. Strangely, they also presented a 'swamp exhibit' that would have been right at home in New Orleans - complete with a pair of alligators. I thought when they stuck with their local fauna, they were more successful. I got some interesting pictures of jellyfish and some other exotics. Another eye opener was an exhibit about the dangers of plastic contaminating the oceans all over the world. They created art pieces from pieces of plastic taken out of the ocean - very disturbing facts about how much is floating out there and how not only are the fish, birds and animals being affected, but this stuff is entering the food chain as well as fouling reefs. There is an estimated 11 million tons of plastic in the Pacific Ocean and increasing daily. Frankly, it was shocking and thought provoking about how casual we are about using and discarding plastic.

We're following a twisty road that generally follows the seacoast. The cliffs covered with fir trees come right down to the beach in most areas. It's a great compromise vacation spot if you can't decide between the beach or the mountains. We also saw a colony of sea lions - close to 1000 laying on the beach and swimming in the ocean today. We ate lunch at Yaquina Bay and were treated to the antics of a pair of sea otters. Another odd thing we saw is a hang gliding cliff - including a marker for Dick Gammon, a hang gliding pioneer. I just hope it wasn't his grave stone. I wonder how anyone manages to step off a cliff with a flimsy pair of nylon wings. We also visited the Tillamook Cheese Factory - which is situated in a beautiful valley filled with dairies. The valley is so flat that a giant river runs though it and looks like a big drainage ditch - almost no current movement. Having just seen the violent ocean all day long, this sluggish river was startling.

There is a string of towns along the coast, and I'm very amused to see who's being catered to in the various towns. Are you wealthy, a wine connoisseur, and an art appreciator? Well, head for Cannon Beach because that's your town. Have a couple of kids, need a clean reasonably priced place to stay with enough souvenir shops to amuse the kids? Your destination is Lincoln City. Are you an aging hippy who is into the eco movement? Yachuts is your vacation destination. Of course, all the scenery is equal. Although the Cannon Beach does have The Haystack - a monstrous rock that looks like......... Honestly, have you ever noticed how uncreative people can be when they name things?

This road trip has started off with a bang. We have anticipated it for over a month now as the weather worsened in Washington - we were victims of La Nina - and they are expecting big time snow up there this winter. It was kicked off with 3 inches of snow on Thanksgiving Day - the culmination of 90 hours of below freezing temperatures. That weather was 30 degrees below normal. I did learn something interesting about Washington - it doesn't rain all the time. In fact, if you can situate yourself in the Olympic Mountains shadow, it may be overcast or partly cloudy a lot, but it just doesn't rain continually like we southwest types thought. I liked the climate - it was restful, and when, sunny - sublime.

I took a bunch of pictures as usual, so I thought I'd let the Oregon coastline speak mostly for itself. Here's the website: http://picasaweb.google.com/jalyss1/2010OregonCoastalDrive?authkey=Gv1sRgCNe4gIa3z9zfZA#

Friday, November 19, 2010

It's Certainly NOT Texas

As our time up here in the 'Great Northwest' - yes, that's what they call it, dwindles, I wanted to write some observations about Western Washington. As the country becomes more and more homogenized, I've been tickled to find that while a Target up here is just like a Target everywhere else, there are some regional differences that stick up and out and massage my funny bone as well as my appreciation for this culture.


First, let's talk Mount Baker. Talking about Mount Baker is the equivalent of talking about the weather in Texas. When we first arrived, people would invariably say: "Have you seen Mount Baker?" I was so tempted to say, Well, yes, I do take my eyes off the ground occasionally." These people have a justifiable if maddening obsession with 'their mountain'. It is very beautiful, and it naturally draws your eye. Now, depending where you live, in Western Washington, YOUR mountain could be Mount Rainier, Mount Adams, Mount Sauk, Mount Baker or the Pickett Range, or any other dozen of visible mountains I could name for the next three lines of type, but you get the idea.

People say things like: "Mount Baker's really looking good today as if the mountain got up that morning and decided to wear a new outfit." Best diplomatic answer, is "Yes, I just love seeing it." What I sometimes think is: "No, I liked the vintage Jackie O it had on yesterday." As winter has approached, the Mount Baker conversation centers around snow - "Well, Mount Baker got dusted last night." I always envision God with his can of Snow Pledge merrily spraying. This "isn't our mountain great" conversation, tends to stall a bit on days where the clouds hang low. Then the talk switches to Burlington Hill. (Yes, there's a big hill on the edge of town - think Cedar Hill in Duncanville, Texas, or Berry Hill in Tulsa, Oklahoma.) You can always see the big brown/green pimple, which is what I'm reminded of. It is good for cell phone towers and I do like the lighted cross on the top of it.

Living in a farm valley has been like living in a foreign country. It hasn't been as radical as living in New Orleans was, but it's a close second. When you enter Skagit County, there's a sign that looks like an interstate sign which announces you can get InFARMation at AM 1630. I tuned in to see what was offered, and I was treated to the September Farm Report. Now, it's November, and they are STILL running the September Farm Report. It is scintillating, but I need my farm news updated. For those that have to know - the potato crop was down this year as was the corn crop because of lousy June weather. The real blow was there were no peas planted in Skagit County for the first time in 100 years because the pea processor went out of business. However, to everyone's relief, the apples, cherries and berries were A-OK as were the 40 kinds of pumpkins grown here. I personally think that 40 kinds of pumpkins is overkill, but as the Concrete Queen, who am I to judge?

An offshoot of farm living is the amount of local produce that flows out into the grocery stores, the Food Coop, a locally owned food store cooperative that sells all local produce as well as those baffling brands of stuff you've never heard of but know are good for you. The local food especially flows out into the restaurants. We have one blip of chain restaurants - they huddle for protection around the cute little minuscule Mall. The rest of the restaurants vie with one another for who can serve the most locally grown food. We have organic, range raised, hormone free, antibiotic free, pesticide free, food out the wazoo here, and is it ever yum. Since food is actually SEASONAL - what a concept -, you can't find strawberries in November in these restaurants - instead it's 40 kinds of pumpkin. Just kidding......well, sort of.

If we're going to talk about food, then let's talk coffee. Yes, it's true. This part of the USA is coffee crazy. These are the folks who have infected the rest of the country. The Starbucks phenomena is well documented, but did you know that Starbucks actually boosts local coffee kiosks? A coffee kiosk is a very small free standing building ideally with asphalt on both sides for double drive thru where you can buy a bazillion different hot and cold drinks including every coffee concoction you can imagine as well as the Zen tea thing. What they can't seem to make up here is a decent glass of iced tea. Nobody drinks iced tea. Even these local restaurants who pride themselves on the quality and taste of their food serve that horrible fountain generated iced tea that has that slightly carbonated aftertaste. After trying and trying to get a decent glass of iced tea, I gave up and now I drink weirdo coffee drinks like everyone else. Here's a list of my favorite kiosks within a 10 mile radius of my house: Whidbey Island Coffee (closest thing to a chain - have at least 3 free standing buildings I know about), Coffee Pronto (only thing people seem to want FAST up here is coffee), Jitterbugs (coffee jitters have replaced ragweed allergy as the most common ailment here), Latte 'Da (way too cutesy - but it has a big Maxwell house type cup outside of it), Beans a Brewin' (just to let you know there's no instant coffee in this part of the country - it gets stopped at the state border), BIG FOOT Java (I have no idea what this name means), Expresso Connection (we like our coffee on steroids, thank you), I Wanna Moka (coffee and chocolate - what's not to like?), and drum roll, please - it's not the name that got me Javazone - it's their slogan: Warm Up Your Trigger Finger (must be transplanted Texans, don't you think?)

Before we leave the farm topic, let me just say that this is an equal opportunity farming community. We don't discriminate. If you can grow it, by God, we'll welcome you into our farming community. We have seafood farms - yes, the underwater farms that grows shellfish and oysters. We have mushroom farms - love the name: The Two Sisters Mushroom Farm. We have flower farms - I really want to see this valley in April. We have berry farms - strawberries, blackberries, blueberries, raspberries. We have tree farms - not just Christmas trees either because another peculiarity up here is the propensity to multi-task your plants. Some people landscape with trees. Forget bushes. Forget flowers - just plant trees in an interesting configuration in your front yard. This seems a little short sighted to me because what is a pleasing configuration now could be a nightmare in 20 years. My favorite two little multitasking plants are: (1) the pencil thin evergreen tree that is used for fencing. They are planted in rows and serve the same purpose as chain link or board. You can actually go out and buy them from tree farms. (I'll take 40 feet of 6' high - can't stand seeing those neighbors anymore.) This little evergreen is always planted in multiples and always in straight rows. The second multitasker I like which is also a modified fence is the popular tree. Now having grown up in Oklahoma and traveled thru West Texas, I've seen rows of popular trees planted as windbreaks, but I've never seen them with 10 foot diameter trunks and 100 feet tall. Now, this is a windbreak! You can always spot the old ones - just look for the turn of the century house or barn - the poplars marching down the landscape next to those buildings are guaranteed to be the ginormous version.

As an Oklahoma girl - I grew up in the the land of Indians (literally), I have felt at home up here because of the number of native American tribes. The names though are so foreign. In Washington you have the Snohomish, the Stillaguamish, the Snoqualmie, the Sauk, and the Sualitte. The Makah is a relief after all those 'S's". What seems to be left of these people are three things: The names of rivers, casinos, and artists.

I have one final bone to pick. It's the only thing about living up here which has DRIVEN ME NUTS!!!! It's the weather. Now, everyone is thinking: "We told you, Jan, that you would hate all that rain." WRONG. It's not the rain - which is actually very pleasant, and not that all pervasive. It's the lack of weather prediction. I'm looking out the patio door into the bright sunshine as I write this - but the PREDICTION and the little picture on my computer is for non-stop rain. The forecast changes every 12 hours. Sometimes I think it changes every hour on the hour. This is absolute torture. I want to know when it's going to rain. I want to know when the sun is going to shine. I want to see that clearly defined front with that little red or blue line marching across the weatherman's green screen. This capricious weather forecasting is making me gnash my teeth. I don't like surprise weather, and that's all they have up here.

Oh, I could go on and on: Sloughs (pronounced 'slew') are the Washington form of canals that connect natural waterways, multi-variety evergreens, trees that in Texas are bushes (cedar and holly for a couple), clear plastic baby stroller covers with baby INSIDE, the potato store, and the death wish motorcyclists and bicyclists. Oh, and there's the art work in one town depicting the famous people of the town of Anacortes for past 100 years - scattered like cardboard cut-outs stapled to the buildings. There's the Loggerodeo with the results of the chain saw competitions over the years scattered on main street of Sedro-Woolley. The snow goose migration, the glass sculptures, and the flowers in such abundance that no one seems to appreciate. However, that's enough entertainment for one blog.

If you want to see the pictures that accompany this one, click on the embedded web site: http://picasaweb.google.com/jalyss1/WashingtonBizzarities?authkey=Gv1sRgCOLLuIShgO2M7gE##

Monday, November 15, 2010

From Picasso to Planes to Rocks

This will be my last travelogue written about western Washington since we have less than 20 days before we leave on a meandering, leisurely drive down the northwestern coast on our way to our next destination: Arizona. We were so fortunate to be here when the Seattle Museum of Art was hosting a major exhibit from the Picasso Museum in Paris. Picasso was such a successful artist at such a young age, and he was also so prolific that his "estate" is actually a museum which is a collection of not only his own work that he kept, but also the work of other artists he admired and BOUGHT during his lifetime. His museum holds 50,000 pieces of art. It's being renovated, and 150 pieces of Picasso's artwork is being exhibited in limited locales for the next couple of years. That's the exhibit we got to see.

Picasso lived to be 91 years old, dying in the early 1970's. He worked until a few months prior to his death. His life was colorful and spanned several great art movements, some of which he started. Most people remember him for his cubism - pictures made out of planes and angles. In fact, the Fort Worth Modern owns one of the pictures from this period. What most people don't realize is the cubism period, a movement he invented with George Braque, was a very small sliver of his career. While most artists with any longevity don't stray very far from what seized their imagination when they were forming their artistic vision, Picasso was just the opposite - constantly changing his style and approach. One of the amusing aspects of the exhibit was the interpretation that every time he changed the love of his life (and he became entralled with several women over the years), the new relationship changed his art.

The exhibit was an appealing combination of great pieces of art together with quotes from Picasso written on the walls and audio commentary that helped me understand the flow of his work. One of my favorite quotes was: "It took me 4 years to learn to paint like Rembrandt, and a lifetime to learn to paint like a child." The exhibit was breathtaking, and I was exhausted by the end of it. Picasso was an overwhelming presence on whatever stage he chose to leap onto - and I could see why he was able to sustain his place in the cutthroat world of art. To be successful in your own lifetime, it takes more than luck, more than talent - it takes a supreme egotism. That quality was still so obvious and, he's been DEAD for 40 years. I can't imagine how much more magnetic he must have been alive.

We perused the rest of the museum casually until I came across this piece which stopped me in my tracks. This is by a Korean artist (Do Hu Suh) who had 40,000 dog tags created and stamped with nonsensical words and numbers. Then he created this piece of art from those dog tags. Isn't it magnificent? It's about 7 feet tall and the expanse on the floor is about 20 feet across in diameter. I thought this piece was amazing on so many levels. It was astonishing and at the same time thought provoking.

Seattle, or should I say Everett and Renton, is the hub of airplane manufacture since Boeing has been located here since the early 1930's. About that time the US government first contracted to fly the mail around the country instead of transporting it by train. Wilhelm Boeing was one of the first pilots to get a mail contract and that business was the foundation of Boeing. It quickly evolved into building passenger airplanes. (One interesting fact: Boeing was so convinced that people wanted to fly instead of take the train that he always insisted there be space for a few passengers on his mail planes. Those early passengers usually had to sit in what we would consider today the cargo hold on lumpy mail bags. He was a visionary, though, considering we fly today almost at the drop of a hat.

Today Boeing offers a factory tour through the largest building I've ever been in. This building is where they actually build planes. The guide told us that you could take Disneyland (the amusement park) plus twelve acres of parking and it would easily fit inside this building where planes are built. The doors are the size of football fields. They building was approximately 11 stories tall. I mean impressive. They use three wheeled bikes to ferry parts and messages around the building. They work 24/7 and the plant is considered to be its own town - with police and fire departments, dry cleaners, grocery stores, and other amenities. They have their own airport since they fly in parts needed for the manufacture of the airplanes. The tour guide joked that it wasn't uncommon to see a two seater Cessna getting ready to take off with a huge 787 jumbo jet behind it waiting for its takeoff. There are numerous restaurants inside the manufacturing facility, some of which we could see on the edges of the assembly floor. There are doctors, nurses and even a small hospital. 30,000 people work at the Everett plant with an equal number working at the Renton plant - thus Boeing employs over 50,000 people in this area with a plant on both the northern and southern ends of the Seattle suburbs.

It was hypnotic to watch airplanes being built. They have different styles of assembly lines depending on what type plane is being built. (Stationary vs. moving) They have just designed a new plane - the 787 which is built with composite material. The new material makes it lighter but tougher, and the new plane has a redesigned engine which is so quiet that we watched a new 787 coming in for a landing going right over us, and you could barely hear the engine. It's also very fuel efficient. The wing has also been redesigned and it swoops up at the tip. It gives the impression that this plane just loves to fly.
I like airplanes, and they are an intregal partoof the history of 20th century United States. They did a nice job with their museum. Here's a picture of some of the hanging planes in the museum. They were just rabid about NO CELL PHONES or CAMERAS on the tour, so the museum was the only place you could take pictures. It's easy to see why - on the tour you literally stand above all assembly action, and it would be easy to photograph. We didn't feel like a visit to this part of the country would be complete if we didn't tour Boeing, and it was worth the trip.

We've discovered that November in western Washington is pretty sleepy. It feels like everyone goes into slow motion and almost hibernation. All the summer activities are definitely shut down. I noticed that when the first snows began falling on the mountains, everybody and everything just halted. There was not only a definite shift in the weather into winter, but also the people changed. We also saw the last of the dahlias this week - no more weekly fresh flowers in the house. My last bouquet has about 2 days left on it. I'm going to miss those.

We did attend a Rock and Gem Show in Sedro-Woolley last Saturday. Rocks are big here. Lots of people collect them since there are some interesting ones - amethyst geodes, embedded fossils, and a huge variety of speciality rocks. One of the things I've noticed in the small towns I've been exposed to is that their local clubs not only use their common interest to socialize, but they also use their clubs and societies to support their communities. The show we went to had a purpose: They raise money for college scholarships. The Sedro-Woolley Rock and Gem Society is giving two college scholarships this year for kids who want to study geology. They had a great turn-out especially when you consider the town has a population of about 2000 people.
My last pictures are of the holly TREE that's across from the Burlington Library. I was amazed the other day when we walked over and I passed this tree. The picture on the right is the entire tree and the picture on the left is a close up of the leaves and berries. It's gigantic, and in perfect tune with the upcoming Christmas season. Isn't this tree beautiful?

Monday, November 8, 2010

Thanksgiving

As Thanksgiving approaches, that unique American holiday that is common ground for all Americans. This holiday is all encompassing and all accepting. Since we are so diverse both ethnically and politically and just about every other way you can think of, it's refreshing to realize that we all hold this holiday in common. It's simple - a day for thanks.

While I've always said you can line up 10 Americans and ask a question and you will get 10 different answers. I suspect that if you ask this question, "What do you think of when you think of Thanksgiving?" - at least 9 people would say 'food'. (There's always one perverse person, that's why I didn't said 10 people would say 'food'.) I digress. My point is this. While you begin to contemplate what you are going to eat, and what you are going to make, and what you are going to buy to take to Aunt Fanny's house, please take a few minutes and contemplate how Thanksgiving must seem to that one group of Americans who can't/don't celebrate the holiday of food and thanks. You know who I mean - the hungry ones among us.

I've found two websites that will allow you to stand up and do something about what I consider to be a national disgrace. How in God's name does the wealthiest county on earth tolerate a single member of their citizenry being hungry? I can't imagine anyone who thinks it's some child's 'choice' to be hungry. I'm not going to cite statistics - you all should know them by now - Lord knows I've talked about them enough. I'm just going to list these two websites and you can do as you please. My friends will be clicking.

http://www.kraftrecipes.com/huddleforhunger/home.aspx

http://www.hungeractioncenter.org/newsletters/1010.aspx

Happy Thanksgiving.


Thursday, November 4, 2010

Rare Sunny November Day in the Northern Cascades

Today we had the last day of three days of sunshine. This many consecutive days of sun is very unusual up here at this of the year. It was interesting to hear people commenting on the joy of "November sunshine". Everyone was talking about the wonderful weather, and everyone was finagling ways to get outside and stay outside. It was actually 66 degrees yesterday afternoon. When we saw the forecast, we immediately began planning outdoor activities. One of them was to return to the lower elevations of the Northern Cascades and do some easy short hiking before the area snows moved down into lower elevations and closed the main road through these mountains.

Snow has begun at elevations over 4000 feet, and one day a couple of weeks ago we looked up at the mountains that ring the farmland valleys and found new visible snow. It was as if the mountains had gone into their closets, found their pure white winter coats and put them on. The change was that obvious, that startling, and that sudden. We realized that if we didn't take advantage of these sunny days with relatively high temperatures that the opportunity to revisit this area before we left Washington was going to be gone.

I think the most interesting scenery I saw today was a trail of cedars. Now, Washington cedar trees are not Texas hill country cedar trees. Some of the oldest ones I saw today were a couple of hundred feet high, and several feet in diameter. It was almost a disconnect for me to look down at the ground and see the cedar needles on the ground that look exactly like the needles off the cedar BUSHES in Texas. In Washington, you can't even put your arms around the trunks of the cedars, and the cedar branches start so high up that you have to look straight up directly up into the sky. I loved this trail because it had SIGNS. I love trails that have informational signs. Today I got a bunch of trees identified, and learned what happens after an area of forest experiences a fire. I won't bore you with all I learned, but it was the best kind of trail. All the maples and other deciduous trees have shed their leaves, so while walking this trail, our feet made that shush, shush sound as our feet shuffled through the fallen leaves. And it smelled like autumn today - crisp and clean with wiffs of decomposing leaves.

Another interesting facet of today was we got to see Newhalem which is a town founded in 1922 in the middle of the Cascade Mountains. It was built to house the work force that was imported to build a series of three dams on the Skagit River. (Yes, this is 'our' Skagit River that runs through Burlington.) I found out that this river starts at the Canadian border and empties into the Puget Sound. Today Newhalem is one street of 'company houses', a general store, a community center, and a resident artist who has designed a 'power temple' inside the town park. There's a restored locomotive as a tourist magnet. The preferred landscape method in front of the houses is to use different kinds of trees in interesting patterns. This place is a bizarre combination of tourist attraction and people who actually work and live in the middle of this wilderness to run the power plants and maintain the dams built in the 1920's. North Cascade National Park envelopes these dams and this town. This 'town' is less than a mile long and sandwiched between Highway 20 (one of the few roads up there) and the Skagit River. They've built a great suspension bridge over the river and it was super fun to walk across.

It is so quiet in these mountains once you get off that one main highway, it's instantly relaxing. There is so much vegetation that the oxygen levels are elevated and the air up here makes hiking such a pleasure. We did one trail through an old growth forest down to the river. As an afterthought, we took a 300 foot boardwalk trail right beside the Visitor's Center (which is already closed for the winter) and stumbled into a view of the Pickett mountain range. This is the most wild area of the Northern Cascades and is utterly without any trails. This range is a string of mountains that are about 7000 feet tall. These mountains weren't even traversed by alpine climbers until 1963! Even today, only the most experienced climbers go into this part of the park. If you want to see all the pictures from this day trip, click on the following link and scroll through the pictures until you see River Loop Trail - that's where today's pictures start.
This was a great day. We've almost into countdown of the days we have left up here now. We are leaving at the end of the month with extremely mixed feelings. I'm so glad we got to enjoy the Northern Cascades one more time. I think we are getting ready to experience the typical autumn northwestern rainy weather - the next 10 days' weather forecast - no hint of any sunshine whatsoever, and forecast of 'showers' each day with precipitation chances ranging from 30% to 60%. It will be a quiet, soft intermittent rain not raging thunderstorms with accompanying lightening that we get in Texas. This is a part of living up here, and I'm eager to see what it's like for every day to be overcast, cloudy and with rain a real possibility. I'm wondering what adjustments that the residents make to accomodate the weather. It will be fascinating to watch for those accomodations. I'm hoping the rainy climate is going to make me appreciative of the Arizona climate we'll be rolling into in December.