Twas off to Trout Creek near Lower Pack River for Bill, Foster and me yesterday afternoon.
We had planned to go for a longer drive when all our projects were completed, but time got away from us. So, Trout Creek provided a nice alternative.
As always, Bill likes to go up each year and check out the beaver ponds or lack thereof.
Used to be he could catch a few small fish in the ponds, but their size has diminished over the years.
Now, only a hint of their presence can be seen.
Bill also likes to cut wood up there, where a forest fire burned a large area a couple of years ago.
Driving through burn area can be depressing, but lots of rich undergrowth has added a touch of beauty to the aftermath of the fire.
We were surprised while driving back down the road to see a stretch where a downpour had occurred after we passed through on our way up the road.
When we arrived home, it looked as if the storm had missed our place.
Well, someone must have told Mother Nature of the oversight because the most surprising drenching occurred within a few minutes of our arrival home.
One minute the sun was shining; the next, a vigorous downpoor dropped what seemed like buckets of rain.
The storm lasted about ten minutes, leaving huge puddles and a reminder that I would not have to water gardens and flowers today.
Later, while Bill and I were having dinner outside at the Blue Heron, another loud thunder boom rattled the air and more water came slapping at the ground.
Our server and I agreed that we've had already more thunder this year than some years combined.
The nice part is that these little storms keep the moisture coming and the earth clean.
Today is weed spray day. Lori, a local weed expert and former student, will come with her equipment and spray about eight acres of our farm. Bill usually tends to the woods weeds.
It's amazing how fast weeds can multiply and how new varieties suddenly appear on the scene and eventually take over, so we're hoping that today's project will slow them down a bit.
This is also cemetery day. I'll be joining countless others who decorate family graves. In our case, our parents are at Pack River Cemetery (thanks Gold n' Grouse 4-H for cleaning and grooming the area, as always).
We also have a sister Jean Marie at Pinecrest Cemetery.
It's always an activity filled with emotions, respect and a sense of serenity as we remember those who have passed away.
What do you do when you've just completed a 200-plus mile walk in Spain or when you have just received an honorary doctorate in Iowa.
Ya go see Fruit Bats, of course!
That's what the kids did last night in Seattle.
Annie had just been home for a few hours, grabbing some much-needed sleep after a 27-hour day while Willie and Debbie drove over and met her.
I think they were all running on empty, but they still managed to have a fun time in the big city.
Sleepless in Seattle will probably get solved soon.
And, with that, Happy Saturday.
Hope everyone is enjoying the holiday weekend and the official start to summertime.
The scene outside the convenience store restaurant where we had dinner last night.
Kinda reminded us of Ireland.
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