Monday, March 11, 2019

These Are a Few Of My Favorite Things:

  • Owls
  • Birds, in general
  • Gardening
  • Vegan cooking/baking
  • Vegan/vegetarianism, in general
  • Indian Food
  • Bicycling
  • Libraries/Librarians
  • Reading
  • Vintage books
  • Audiobooks
  • Books, in general
  • Cats
  • Mushroom motifs
  • Sour candy
  • Candy, in general
  • Paisley
  • Argyle
  • Scrabble
  • Risk (the board game)
  • Catan (the board game)
  • Board games, in general
  • Knee-socks
  • Geodes
  • Tea
  • Camping
  • National Parks
  • Nature, in general
  • Travel/vacation
  • Tie-dye
  • Hippies
  • The '60s
  • Lava lamps
  • Kites
  • Recycling
  • Essential Oils
  • Scarves
  • The Sims 2 (the computer game)
  • Re-useable bags
  • The Grateful Dead 
  • Going to concerts/live music
  • Dancing
  • Dresses with pockets
  • Diet Pepsi
  • Beer
  • Sewing
  • Swimming
  • Jigsaw puzzles
  • Adult coloring books
  • Postcards
  • Harry Potter
  • "Eco-friendly" products or tips
  • Animals, in general
  • Canning
A while back my mom and I were talking about how easy it is to get bombarded by various renditions of something if it is common knowledge that you like said thing.  Suddenly you get several on every Christmas/ Birthday/ Souvenir/ Random-gift-giving-occasion.   For my mom it was predominately Red, White, and Blue themed items since she's got a known appreciation for our patriotic colors.  (She even got married on Independence Day!)
I could quite readily appreciate what she saying.  I am so obvious and loud in my wide-range of likes and interests that I could totally relate.  For example, not a year goes by that I'm not gifted a few items (dishes, art, socks, candles, magnets...) with owls on it.   
Likewise, I'll never have to actually buy an adult coloring book since I have such a swell assortment thanks to my friends and family.
After the conversation with my mom I had to ponder the other things people associate with me--the gifts they give, the memes and recipes and videos they share with me on Facebook, the stories they relate which they think I'll appreciate, new people they want to introduce me to, etc.  The results of this pondering are the list above.
I thought to myself, "Well, it is a good thing I'm so wide ranging and vocal about what I am into!"   It has to be harder to get burned out on any one thing that way.  It is a good list.  I'm totally cool with it.  Keep the argyle knee-socks and cat postcard sets coming!  These are a few of my favorite things!
(Full Disclosure:  I don't keep all the owls or coloring books (etc.) that I receive.  I've finally overcome my guilt about donating gifted items to charity without feeling like an ungrateful jerk.  I am glad for that ability in in this Era-of-Profuse-Stuff.  In an earlier stage I would just clutter up my space out of a sense of obligation or loyalty.  These days I am fairly firm on keeping only what I love or will actually use and display, though sometimes heirlooms still trip me up.)
I think it would be an intriguing list to draft again in five or ten years--see how things compare, what remains and what has faded away into one more closed chapter of my life--like nail polish and chicken nuggets (both of which would have likely made this same list back in my school days).

Friday, March 8, 2019

The Well Dressed Hiker in Desolation Canyon

They really know how to name things in Death Valley.  Case in point:  Desolation Canyon.  Sounds beautiful, don't you think?  Okay, maybe not.  But it certainly was, despite what the name might conjure up.
We hiked this canyon on our final day in Death Valley.  It would prove to be our favorite day of hiking over the course of the trip, in fact.
The serpentine twists and turns of the canyon created a never ending series of surprise sights and wonders--what will it look like around THIS corner, and THIS one, and THIS one.  The rocks were gorgeous and so wonderfully varied in texture and color as they towered up toward the big, blue sky.  Like Bryce Canyon, it would have been a hell of a place to lose a cow.  So many side canyons!
Hiking in Desolation Canyon (and much of Death Valley, actually) was like hiking on another planet.
I'll just sidebar here to say, since I don't deem it common knowledge, that portions of the Star Wars movies were actually filmed in Death Valley.  Desolation Canyon is one of several such locations.  So, it really is like another planet.  So much so, in fact, that Hollywood has used it as such.  As we trailed the halls of the canyon we decided there and then that when we come back to Death Valley we're going to hike dressed up as Star Wars characters.  It is hard to explain, especially since we're not Star Wars dorks, but:  We just have to.
Desolation Canyon is about a 3.5 miles walk, out and back.  In addition to fab canyon views the whole way the hike culminated in a fantastically sweeping viewpoint as the trail winds out of the canyon to an elevated ridge.  The trail starts from a broad washplain at the foot of the canyon and narrows as it winds away from the salt flats up into the hills.
This was one of the narrow portions of the trail through Desolation Canyon.
The trailhead is just a short drive off the main Badwater Road on a very accessible road (not a given in Death Valley, let me say!).  We actually had a picnic with Memo and Jess at the trailhead during the first couple days of our trip.  We hiked the more enticingly named Golden Canyon that day though, unintentionally saving the best for last.
There are a couple of points on the trail that required a bit of, if not climbing, let's say scrambling.  This was easy-peasy on the way in and just slightly less so on the way back out.  I've always found it more straightforward climbing up things than climbing back down though.  These small scrambles were a lively bit of interest, something we don't usually encounter since we're more mountain hikers than canyon hikers.  We thought it was pretty neat.
As always, I can do anything in a skirt.  Even scramble up little rock walls!  Victory is mine!
Matt and I would encounter two couples the whole afternoon.  The first couple were about our age and almost forcibly gave us snacks when I offhandedly mentioned that I thought they were brilliant for packing a picnic lunch to eat in the canyon.  We tried to refuse, but they were insistent so, hey, free snack (nuts and bananas).  It was lovely to nibble and gaze and probably did permit us to linger a longer spell than without.
I'd wandered off into a side canyon for a bit.  The park service did a really thorough job of helping us keep tabs on the main trail.  Any side canyon that might possibly be confused with the main trail had a line of small rocks across it.  One could still go explore them, if desired, but the was little chance you'd end up going the wrong way on accident.
We passed a slightly older couple as we were nearing the trailhead on the return trip.  The woman would remark (in a cute, but hard-to-place accent), "I don't think I've ever seen anyone hike in a suit before!"
I'll sidebar again here to say that Matt hiked Desolation Canyon in his fabulously avocado vintage suit from Jess and Memo's wedding.  There are two reasons for this clothing choice, one pragmatic and one sentimental.
It was the last day of vacation and it was the cleanest outfit that Matt had at that juncture.  That is the practical bit.  The sentimental bit was that Matt thought it would be cool to explore a park in a suit--an homage to the old-school tourists from the black and white photos.  Those vintage adventurers were always so well dressed, even while hiking--suits and ties, hats and dresses.  He did look sharp contrasted against that backdrop, I gotta say.  Even if he went casual and skipped the tie.  I told him he should start a blog or Instagram account and call it The Well Dressed Hiker, but I know that he won't (lacking an interest in social media and computers, in general).
After the first (basically flat) mile-and-a-half the trail started to pick up some elevation and we slowly meandered up  and out of the lofty canyon walls to a relatively broad expanse of ridgeline at the top.  It was a sort of hub from which loads of canyons slithered off into the world.
We could have kept going up to the highest peak--the snack pushers did and I am sure the view just kept getting better--but we instead lazied about in the sunshine, soaking in all the glory from that wide, flat spot.
The snack-pushers are about half way up the trail to the highest nearby peak.  Matt and I lacked their ambition though.
The view was spectacular in 360 degrees.  Or 365 degrees as I said repeatedly until Matt asked where I was getting the extra 5 degrees.  It was just THAT awesome, I guess.  It deserved bonus degrees.  Plus, you know, I am lackluster at that whole numbers game.  I was spinning in circles, dazzled by the desert in every single direction.  The steep canyon drop behind me, the salt flats in the distance, the winding canyons in the foreground, the multihued rockwork, the vast expansiveness.  Spectacular.  Beautiful and desolate.  😏
We stayed there for a healthy chunk of the early afternoon.  Just basking.  It was so quiet.  The sunshine felt glorious on my skin.  We even had to take off a layer or two when we reached the ridge top since we'd both worked ourselves into a lather on the way up--Matt especially in that suit.  I couldn't complain about heating up though.  (Have I mentioned that I spent half the time I was in Death Valley freezing my tush off while wearing every pair of leggings/pants I'd packed?!)
The winding hike out was easily just as gorgeous and stunning as the winding hike in, but in a different way.  When I first started hiking I was kind of down on out-and-back hikes since you cover the same ground twice.  I preferred loops where it is new terrain the whole way, more or less.  I've changed my tune though.  I realized that the experience is rarely the same on the way out and on the way in.  I see rock formations and mountains and trees from different angles and that view can be quite radically different, it turns out.  The wildlife and wildflowers I notice are usually different, too.  Sometimes the weather changes and that alters the experience, too--full sun versus rainy grey--regardless of the landscape being "the same."  Nothing really ever stays the same when Mother Nature is involved.
Desert Holly
The hike back down Desolation Canyon was a totally different hike.  One of the things I particularly enjoyed was the canyon walls framing the salt flats below.  I didn't ogle that much on the way up canyon since it was behind me.
There were a couple dry waterfalls along the trail, but the most noteworthy formation for me was this humongous rock outcrop that was the palest, most beautiful, delicate seafoam green color.  I've never seen anything quite like it.  Desolation Canyon is right next door to the well-traveled Artist's Drive and has the same assortment of strikingly colorful rocks, but without the people since Artist's Drive is accessible by car whereas Desolation Canyon is accessible by foot.  (Side bar:  Artist's Drive had been closed due to the government shutdown and I wonder how much the auto traffic is audible from Desolation Canyon usually.  As it is we heard one vehicle while we were up on the overlook--someone driving on the road despite the barricade at the entrance.)
This remains probably my favorite photo from our Death Valley stay.  Tiny green Matt giving a sense of scale to that giant green rock with just a hint of ridge and sky. 
At one point the trail climbed up and over a sediment heap at the bottom of a gully.  It was such a substantial pile of sand and pebbles!  It was easily taller than Matt.  I was so impressed by it that I, as it turns out, recorded Matt going up and over on both the hike in and the hike out.  That heap of debris helped illustrate how thoroughly water plays a role in shaping these canyons...even if water was about the last thing brought to mind by all the sand.  Seeing the seasonal floods must be really something.  Terrifying and powerful, humbling and epic.
The geology of Death Valley is so very appreciable because the vegetation is minimal.  The oddly shaped rocks, the layers, the colors...they leap out to be marveled at with no obstruction.  Even people who aren't exactly geology nuts like us couldn't help but notice.  The processes and on-going outcomes were so visible.
When we got back to the trailhead we were beyond content.
It was a tremendous day of hiking capping a truly grand Megavaction.

Friday, March 1, 2019

These Winter Days

Our snowy campus
We're having another February of record-breaking cold and snow this winter.  This time the emphasis is more on the cold than the snow.  Recently I started calling it "coldmaggedon" in imitation of Seattle's "snowmaggedon."  I decided it deserved a proper name designation when confronted with the fact that it was colder all across the state of Montana than in the Arctic Circle--the northernmost US city, in fact--where my sister Sarah lives.  As my dad said, "That is just wrong."
Here are some February Winter Weather Fun Facts I've put together, gleaned from the historical data charts on Weather Underground:

  • There were six days where the HIGH was zero degrees or less.  For the HIGH.
  • Temperatures fell below zero degrees on 19 of the 28 days, plus there were seven more days where the low fell into the single digits.  That means the low temperature peaked out in the double digits only twice all month (see next fact).
  • The High/Low for February 1st was 51/40, for February 2nd it was 52/19, and by the 3rd it was 19/-6...and the low would stay in the negatives for ten straight days.  It was quite a jarring transition into the frigid weather!
  • Almost 27 inches of snow fell making it the third snowiest February on record.
Watching these icicles develop has been pretty impressive.  Some are below the bottom of the window sill now.
I even started riding the city bus to work it was so darn cold.  I usually enjoy my 2.5 mile morning walk, even in the winter, but when it is -5 that is just not the case.  I am totally sold on the bus, too.  It is amazing.  No scraping windows or warming up the car, no driving on ice and snow, no parking--and just a few minutes walking on each end.  It is basically made for people like me.  Who knew?!?  Gosh, I long to get back to kinder cycling weather though.  I truly miss it.
A sad, drifted bicycle on one of the campus bike racks.
We went sledding last night.  The snow was so deep that many of our preferred slopes were not actually that great--the sleds would sink into the deep snow instead of just gliding over the top.  It happened to the runner sled and both styles of plastic sleds, too!  Our regular go-to slope was just not cutting it.  In fact, only the steepest hill was packed and angled enough to send us coasting.
We still had a jolly good time though, limited sledding slopes aside.  We tromped about in the drifts--up over my knees--and made magnificent snow angels in the soft piles.  We laid on our backs watching the snow fall straight out of the sky at us until both of our glasses were layered with snow and we couldn't see anything!  It was so still I could hear the snowflakes hitting the ground and our coats--punctuated by delighted screams from the one well-packed sledding hill.  When we rode double on the runner sled we almost ended up in the creek at the bottom.  Gosh we were flying!
Matt's double snow angel.
Ginger and Johnny both want to go outside.  Until we open the door and they realize they want nothing to do with the outside.  One of those first days of February--when it was 50 degrees--Ginger did spend a solid afternoon perched on the garden sink surveying her snow-covered domain.  Johnny occasionally insists that we open the front door, but visibly recoils from cold air as it wafts at her face.  She, too, has only been out once in recent months.  She's had to resort to nibbling the houseplants again since she can't get to any grass.
The only tracks in the snow as I walked to the bus stop today were mine and a deer.
We got several suet blocks and the accompanying feeder for Christmas.  I hung it off the front porch railing, but the birds didn't seem to be hitting it up.  Thinking it was the location I'd chosen I moved the feeder to the patio table, figuring it was close to where I'd seen the nuthatches hanging out.  It has been much more popular there and so there it remains.  We've seen both White and Red-breasted Nuthatches, Black-capped Chickadees, Dark-eyed Juncos, and a Red Squirrel.
Buuuuuut, I didn't think about the snow accumulation and how readily the feeder would be buried.  It only occurred to me when I noticed that the birds (and maybe the squirrels) had hollowed out a nice access cave.  It is cold and food is scarce so no pile of fluffy snow would stop them from getting at that puck of delicious fat.  It made me laugh and made my day.
The Suet Cave.
I sure wish it had been this snowy when all the Christmas lights were out.  Snow amplifies their delightful twinkle a thousandfold, if you ask me.  We had such a brown December.  That is certainly no longer the case. 
Fabulous top hat and shawl, no?!
On the agenda for the weekend:  More sledding!!!