It's Friday!
I think.
For most of the day yesterday, it was Monday in my mind.
After all, Monday follows Sunday, right?
I learned from Facebook and my neighbor Janice that I wasn't the only one who felt like New Year's Day was a Sunday.
Twas really a Wednesday, but how many times do we watch day-time football games and go hiking north of Bonners Ferry on a hike?
We usually do that on Sunday's, and since we usually do so, yesterday had to be Monday.
Later, when looking at the ZAGS calendar, I finally accepted the fact that yesterday was, indeed, Thursday.
It seems like the real Sunday of this week AND the last one of last year when Bill took Annie to the airport and then watched the Lady ZAGS win and then came home to watch the Seahawks lose----that was eons ago.
This getting into a new year and a whole new decade in the middle of the week is hard on a routine-filled brain.
But, I've been working on it, and now feel quite confident to say "Happy Friday" at the end of today's post.
Now that I have today straight and yesterday documented with some pictures, I feel like I can move on through this first Friday of 2020.
Yesterday, Bill and I took off on another hike, this time in the afternoon after finishing up our individual projects, which, for me, included staying upright and avoiding the worst crop of ice I've seen maybe ever.
We found out that the ice was pretty intermittent, offering dangerous potential in some places and totally absent in others.
While over at my sisters' place, I tried driving up a hill in one of their driveways IN 4-WHEEL DRIVE, only to stop mid way and then enjoy a surreal slow spin while trying to back down the hill.
Happily, this morning a coating of snow has put a damper on the majority of ice in our driveway.
On our hike yesterday at the Trout Creek Wildlife Management Area, walking was fairly easy most of the way.
As usual, along the trail, we did a quick inspection to see how much more of the classic old cabin in the meadow had deteriorated since our last visit.
Seems pretty subtle this time, but I'm sure the roof isn't quite what it was last time.
There'll come a day when the structure all crumbles and falls to the ground, but for now, it's still a pretty sight sitting back in the meadow and away from the river.
When I found an old coffee can at the doorway behind the cabin, Bill and I both agreed that the can surely did not date back to the days when the cabin had served as some sort of living quarters.
Still, signs of having been resting in that spot for at least a number of years were evident.
Our walk took us up and down the trail alongside the river and finally to the beginning of a large clearcut with some nice views of the Selkirk Mountains, including Schweitzer.
Again, we agreed that the time will come when the trees grow tall enough to block the view.
We visit the Trout Creek area at least once a year, often in the winter.
I can say that the creek where we crossed over on a bridge displayed a sharp contrast to last year's visit when an assortment of marshmallow-like snow puffs added a lovely winter touch to the scene.
Twas another nice hike, as was last night's ZAGS game.
Both the women and the men won last night, keeping the ZAGnation happy.
Last night I also ran across an interesting feature about a young lady I've known pretty much since she was born.
Back in the good OLD days, her mom Franny and I were in 4-H together, and her grandparents, Werner and June Paulet owned Sand Creek Angus Farm about a mile up the North Boyer Road from us.
I know from keeping track of her over the years that Sarah, who's associated with Washington State University, is a leader and a visionary in regional agricultural circles.
So, I thought it might be fun to include her story today.
Hope you enjoy.
Happy day after Thursday!
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