Grouse Creek Outing, et. al.

Back to lawn mowing and weed picking today.  Twas a great weekend of relaxing, visiting and ushering in a busy but fun June.

Our fields should be free of weeds---even our barnyard.  After spraying the fields, Lori came and asked if we could move the horses from the barnyard cuz she wanted to spray those buttercups.

I had company at the time, so I lacked the presence of mind to launch an all-out buttercup defense.

“I like buttercups,” I said, but that’s as far as it went.

I knew for sure this was a moment when my eyes see beauty in those lovely yellow blossoms, a weed-prevention specialist sees a need to eradicate.

So, I continued with my visiting, and Lori attacked barnyard weeds.

The buttercups are still standing this morning, so maybe they die a slow death, and if they do, we’ll have enjoyed their picturesque qualities before they shrivel up into buttercup memories.

To top off the weekend, Bill and I hopped into his pickup and drove for another fishing-stream assessment.  This time we went to Grouse Creek.

In Bill’s case and mine, Grouse Creek means more than just another fishing stream.  Bill loves the history that one can find in certain places along the creek.

So, we parked and took off down a trail into an old Humbird logging camp, which we have visited before.  We found the pile where old rusty cans and broken dishes have rested for close to a century. Seems as if the plates have shattered into more pieces since our last visit.

We stood for a while on the bank watching water from Grouse Creek rush by in its spring abundance, and then we headed back to the pickup.

Twas a nice outing, and we spotted at least several dozen deer in the woods and virtually every rural yard along the way back.

At one point, Bill pulled the pickup to a stop and backed up to see two beautiful elk grazing in a field near the Pack River Bridge closest to the Center Valley road network.

I commented that the elk seem to be catching up with moose in their appearances around the country. They’re still a ways behind, though, cuz I’ve never seen a picture in the local “moosepaper” of an elk walking past Panhandler Pies.

Anyway, a nice weekend has ended and another busy week lies ahead. I have several teaching friends who are down to the hours in their careers, so it’s fun to think about and know how their lives are going to change come Friday.

Three family members will be finished for another year also, and I think they’re more than ready to start their summer vacation.

Bill has the motor home revved up and ready to go to town today for its “summerizing.”

My close friend, instant blog editor and confidante is leaving town for a couple of weeks but she assures me she’ll check in to Slight Detour while she’s on the road.

Safe travels, Helen.

I may have to rely on my assistant editor Cherry, though, to catch the morning glitches cuz my other friend may not be checking in at her usual time---one minute after 8.

Finally, Miss Annie Love is in London and maybe even ready to get back in the air on her way to Lisbon, Portugal.  She’ll arrive there just after 10 a.m. our time.

 

I’m always relieved when she posts a picture indicating that she’s landed.  So, enjoy the photo of London, taken around 4 a.m. our time.

Happy Monday.  Sounds like the grandpups are here!