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Today’s Tribute is to Newton’s 1st Law of Motion

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Christmas holiday company left 45 minutes ago … though they’re out the door the ions, electrons, neutrons, atoms, & quarks are still spinning all around and bombarding me. There is definitely active energy excitement going on here.  Even the silence feels like it has weight.  My mind doesn’t want to generate thought, my body doesn’t want to do much but remain stopped. The past week(s) we’ve proven Newton’s 1st law of motion: that a body in motion stays in motion with the same speed and in the same direction unless unless acted upon by an unbalanced force. Well my body wants to work on the other half of Newton’s first law of motion – sometimes referred to as the law of inertia that an object at rest stays at rest until acted upon by an unbalanced force.

Charlie; our foster dog … he misses his real momma

Was I being mean or what?

The 4500 miles, a new dog member to our family, then our annual 5 course plus dessert Christmas Eve dinner (carb overload) and wonderful friends, Christmas dinner and more wonderful friends (less carbs), Sweetie’s daughter & husband spent a few days successfully getting us onto the X-C ski tracks around McCall for the first time this year (like we’ve had nooooo snow to speak of) and so now the biggest unbalanced force that will be acting upon me will be the combined efforts of the dogs at my feet for a walk … later … much later.

And with that statement I am closing up the year of our Lord Two Thousand and Seventeen with a sigh of contentment, a heart full of gratitude for uncountable blessings, and a prayer of thanksgiving in my heart for all the days of this year. All the days of love, days of friendship, days of pain, days of sorrow, days of hope, days of joy, days of tears, days of failure, days of success, days of shadow and days of sunshine.

Thank you for joining me on this year’s journey around the sun. I’ve loved every minute of it I hope you have too!

 

Praise ye the Lord. O give thanks unto the Lord; for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever.  Psalms 106

4,530 Miles & Popcorn Crack

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Oven-Baked Popcorn — Beware! It’s Addicting

I’m eating oven-baked caramel popcorn (aka popcorn crack). A nibble becomes a taste, becomes a handful, becomes three handfuls, then what the heck! I’ll just eat the whole dang bag full. In lieu of eating the whole dang sack of popcorn and randomly wandering through the never-ending pages of Pinterest (which is as addicting as my popcorn crack) I started counting Wanderingkeri  miles … it started when I noticed the Escape-mobile turned 45,000 while driving to Council last night.

Then I thought of the miles I’ve driven just since November … from Boise to Riverton, Utah (baby shower 358 x 2), Boise to the gas station at Sweetzer Summit (meet Mom 1/2 way 193 x 2), Boise to Highland Utah for Thanksgiving (367 x 2), Boise to American Fork, Utah (funeral 369 x 2), Boise to Orem, Utah (help Mom move 378 x 2). Of course this includes the trips from Boise to Council (at least 5, I think @ 120 x 2) but not the miles around town, or the miles within the trips. (that’s just too OCD for me right now).

So the major legs of travel, point to point adds up to:  4, 530 miles and December isn’t even over yet!!

What to do these miles mean besides calluses on my rear end ? They mean LOVE, they mean FAMILY, they mean TRADITIONS …  a perfect trifecta. Better than this popcorn, but not by much! BTW  this is a great travel snack (you’ll want to bring extra – make a double batch).

Oven-Baked Popcorn aka Popcorn Crack

Pop 1 cup of popcorn & set aside

Melt 1 cup (2 cubes) butter

Add 2 cups brown sugar

Add 1/2 teaspoon salt

On medium heat bring mixture to a slow boil, then boil for 5 minutes

Remove from heat

Stir in 1/2 t baking soda

Add 1 teaspoon vanilla

When mixture becomes creamy, but still hot, gently pour over popped corn mixing as you pour (I put popcorn in a tall sauce pot so kernels don’t spill out)

Once popcorn is evenly coated, spread out onto a roasting pan or cookie sheet(s)

Place in Pre-heated 250 degrees F oven

Bake for 1 hour

Every 15 minutes using a spatula carefully turn popcorn over and separate kernel clumps.

Once out of the oven, tip onto the counter-top to cool, continuing to separate kernel clumps.

Once cooled store in large plastic storage or paper bags.

 

Merry Christmas my friends!

For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. John 3:16 KJV #lighttheworld

 

Moving onto Boise Time

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My “Up Early” in Council is about 7 a.m. and means a saunter up the rails to trails, while the sun rises, the dog chases tweety birds, and what the day brings is generally a surprise.  But, when I’m on Boise Time it’s up at the sun crack of dawn to start my Get Off My Butt and Get Something Done list before I have to hooch up and hide out from solar activity (right now the temp is hovering mid-ninety and climbing). The past couple of days the list included finally planting the patio flower pots, moving & fixing the drip system, thinning the peaches and apples, hunting weeds, weeds, weeds and Virginia Creeper taming … you know, vines up and not down the arbor posts. The grapes, peaches, blackberries, apples and pears still need to be put under  camo netting to keep the crazy bird lady’s battalion of voracious beaks  from devouring the fruits of the mini-orchard’s labor.

2017 Garlic Harvest

For the first time this season the dehydrator is off the shelf and I’ve started the first batch of winter’s mint teas.

This year’s garlic harvest is drying out and I’m pleased to say the bulbs are big and healthy. They weren’t part of February’s Great Greenhouse Apocalypse, but were snug in their beds enduring this winter’s snowmageddon.

Garlic & Clam Sauce anyone?

Speaking of the Great Greenhouse Apocalypse you might be interested to know that 8 tomato plants, 8 peppers, and one basil plant survived … we had to breakdown and buy a spaghetti squash, San Marzano tomatoes, a roma grape tomato, and a couple more basil plants. They seem to be taking well to their new home and are already flowering.

Next week I think new potatoes may be ready to debut on the dinner table … along with some fresh peas and a maybe a steak?

I’m psyched though and hard work has a reward! Tomorrow the shovels, rakes, hoses, and ladder are going back in the shed ’cause “We’re Going Fishing”!! Yeah! Fishing Time! Finally the snow pack has melted enough that most of these western rivers are actually not flooding, so maybe, we won’t get swept away. At least I hope not.

These are my slow wanderings … where my wandering doesn’t always mean I need to be going to some great, distant adventure; sometimes it’s just a bit of gardening, a good book in the shade, checking a few items off a list or an evening standing in a river with my Sweetie.

For all of my blessings, I am thankful … Life is good and I am blessed.

This is a taste of Council Time …  where I plan my next adventures and wanders.  

So, What’ll You Do with Your Poop in an Emergency?

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That's a '53 Chevy under that blanket of snow!

That’s a ’53 Chevy under that blanket of snow!

How are you holding up with the snow and rain and sleet and freezing slush blanketing the country? Here in southwest Idaho it’s been a bumper crop of snow … with a few breaks between storms to take advantage of the ski hills or nordic tracks.  We’ve been feeding the quail which are hunkered up under bush boughs  … the birds of prey are on the prowl (hawk and bald eagles). Their winter feed sources are under 3 feet of snow here in the out fields.

I went to the grocery the other day to pick up a some milk, eggs, and fresh greens … I have never seen the parking  lot spaceless before, nor the store so full of people with overflowing shopping carts. It felt like a run on a bank when the stock market collapsed. People were ‘preparing’ for the snow siege … the school district has called snow days 5 times this week and church was even cancelled last Sunday. Then I looked down at my little carrying basket with the 3 or 4 items in it and I realized that I wasn’t among the panic’d. While I was standing in line looking at the packed carts I said to myself, “Keri, you didn’t have to stop, you could have gone without these few things in this basket”. I’ll have to remember that and just be content at home where I have sufficient food, water, emergency lighting and heat to get through a snow storm or …

One thing I hadn’t thought of, but now I am … what about (stage whisper) if the toilet facilities fail. I don’t know about you, but I take that convenience for granted.  So what IF it failed? It could gross a person out thinking about it, but really? It’d be more gross when it happens, which it will when we least expect it to happen. Hopefully not today.

I went into Google and Pinterest search mode and found LOTS of ideas, plans, and pictures.  It seems a lot of people are worried about poop and are prepared to do something about it.

What did I find? If you have space and money you could buy a portapotty and put it on the shelf, but those need water … do you have enough water stored for just using the toilet?   For longer term waste management how about a composting toilet? Did you know you can purchase a toilet seat & lid combination that fits on a 5 or 6 gallon bucket? The lid locks down so it doesn’t slip at that awkward moment. Then there is the duct tape a Heavy-Duty garbage bag into your toilet bowl plan (after turning off the water pipes), just put a few cups of kitty litter in the bottom to help with smell & absorption. Or you could buy a case or two of Travel John bags … these I’ve used camping when I didn’t want to take a midnight streak to the outhouse and vouch they are maaaavelous!

So here’s my plan … buy Travel John Bags (a case I think), and that lock top toilet seat dohickey. I have everything else around the house. Wheww, that’s a weight off my mind.

Don’t laugh … well, at least not too much.  So, what’ll you do with your poop in an emergency?

Today's footwear ...

Today’s footwear …

It’s still snowing. Maybe I’ll go brew up some wicked hot chocolate, stoke the fire, and put together my annual January puzzle.

Life is Good folks!! Stay warm!!

 

 

 

 

The Great Christmas Tree Hunt of 2016

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I wasn’t going to put up a Christmas tree … I decorated the house, the mantel and chandeliers, but I wasn’t going to put up the tree. We were going to be gone, in and out, all month. What was the point?

Well, Dang! I missed the smell of pine in the air (and not from a scented candle). The corner where the twinkling lights warmed the winter evenings was dark … I missed it! Then I realized I was missing something else … my Christmas spirit.  I was missing my traditions! The tree … I needed to put up a tree … I needed my tradition of choosing and decorating that tree; watching It’s a Wonderful Life  while adding the lights, bobbles, and glitter to it’s branches and sipping eggnog from a crystal goblet. That tradition sparks my Christmas engine.

img_3963Yesterday, a few weeks later than usual , we stopped at our local Forest Service office and purchased tree hunting tags (10$ each, a bargain anyway you look at it). At home we layered up,  looking a lot like Ralphie’s brother after we pulled on knee-high rubber boots, jackets, snuggy gloves, and hats (beside being winter  and cold … it was snowing).

Up Pole Creek Road we drove, a few white knuckle slides until Sweetie put the truck into 4-wheel drive. Peering through snow crusted windows we searched for the perfect trees, close enough to the road we wouldn’t need a search party to find our way back, but far enough away to meet the 50′ from the road rule.

We spotted two little trees not far apart off the side of the road, well, down the hill off the side of the road. Excitedly I stepped from the cab where briefly I was on top of the snow before I abruptly dropped  through to the ground below … up to my knees (and my boots weren’t tall enough either).  Blazing trail Sweetie dropped off the road, carrying the bow saw and even following in his footsteps I was  pushing through thigh-high velvety powder (where were my skis?).

You know of course the rule that a very small tree found outside grows like Alice taking her 2nd pill and fills every available space once it enters the room. After forgetting this rule numerous times we attempt to err on choosing the smaller of small when on the hunt for our Christmas trees … even then we generally lop off branch ends to fit.

With little effort the trees were  down … actually Greg cut and hauled them … I took pictures.  Back up hill we went, Sweetie dragging both trees to keep from tipping over.  I had one thing to do … pull one tree 10 feet up to the road …  I dragged and slogged, and dragged some more grabbing whatever short branches poked above the snow to pull myself forward … near the top I floundered … I slipped, one leg beneath me and if a quickly thrust bow saw handle wasn’t within reach I would have tumbled head over tookus … me and the tree.img_3970

It was a very successful Christmas tree hunt … bagged, tagged and back to the house in under an hour … the snow inside my boots didn’t even have time to melt.

Right now, behind me, one of the trees is looking over my shoulder, wondering how the heck it ended up inside this tiny room when yesterday it was part of time and space .  It must be in shock! But it’ll be happy to know that once it shares our Christmas celebration it will grace our field sheltering quail from predatory birds.

Hey! I just realized I can tradition twice this year! Once in Council, and again in Boise … how can a girl get so lucky? Especially one who loves a good goblet of eggnog!

May your traditions lighten your heart and home with joy and happiness in this Christmas season. The celebration of the birth of our Savior, Jesus Christ. (Luke 2:1-20) … the greatest gift of all.

Merry Christmas!

How to take the Perfect Free Form Road Trip

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Crater Lake National Park

Crater Lake National Park

We did it! We fled our day to day and hit the road in the Escape-mobile.  Taking a free-form, take a break, go somewhere different road trip … Sweetie and I had only one fixed destination point and time that was Willow Creek California to spend a few days with an old smoke jumper friend of Greg’s. To and from there we had no idea where we would end up …

We may not have know how and where we’d end up, but I’d put a couple of I’d like to do’s on the list: First was an item from my wanna do list ‘experience the giant redwoods’, then maybe some time on the coast, we wanted to find roads that we’d never driven, before we wanted to have fun, and I wanted to flee from the madness and negativity being generated by “the” election … banning talk radio and news reports.

In remembrance of our last spring’s no power, food, or fuel experience in Moab, I promised myself, no more road trips with out a bit of emergency preparation on hand so into the Escape-mobile I tossed our faithful camp-in-a-box, a sleeping bag, a couple of chairs and our pillows. Of course, 2 gallons of water and foodage … snacks and power bars, and several books on cd.

But in all that preparation we forgot … maps.  At the first fuel stop Sweetie bought more maps … maps of states we already had in our map case, at home … guess a back-up could come in handy … at least if we remember them.

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Crater Lake National Park in the snow … Nov 2016

All trips from Boise, Idaho start off East or West on I-84 … for us that means turn left and head west. Ontario to Vale to Jordan Valley then a right turn onto and onward through Christmas Valley on our way to Crater Lake National Park.

I love coming to a fork in the road, consulting the trusty map and sometimes almost tossing a coin for directions … we finally made it to Crater Lake; beautiful, deep blue, and snow covered.

Dropping off the mountain hunger overtook us and we stopped at a little spot called Becky’s Cafe in Union Creek. It’s been there since 1926 and is in an old and quaint log building … I had their excellent chili …

But as I sat there, I kept looking around, and then … “I think I’ve been here before”. Déjà vu .. shivers! …it came to me, driving back from a fire assignment in Grant’s Pass, a friend and I had made a detour to Crater Lake and had actually stopped at this place for dinner  years before …

Headin' South

Headin’ South

On to Medford Oregon our first night’s stop … I tapped booking.com for a place to stay … and found a nice place downtown, the Inn at the Commons from the list and booked it.  When we pulled into the parking lot and walked inside, Sweetie looked around and said, “I think I’ve been here before … it used to be a Red Lion. I was here on a fire assignment.” Laughter and  another Déjà vu!

Gold Beach Oregon

Gold Beach near Gold Beach Inn

From the mountains to the coast then north to Gold Beach, we embraced a storm so strong rain was sheeting from the windows when we stopped for lunch … the surf was high, doing a fine imitation of a 767 revving to take off. From our ocean side beach view room at the inviting Gold Beach Inn we slept with the balcony door open to the storm.

Headin' South

Headin’ South

Next morning the sun  shone bouncing off of puddles and asphalt … I was psyched … it was visit the redwoods day … Jedediah Smith Redwoods State Park and a pleasant walk around the Simpson-Reed Memorial Trail … stretching as tall as possible and feeling as tiny as Tom Thumb against their magnificent hugeness.  Perfect! and another … Cliche warning … breathtaking!

Bottom Pic ... that is ONE tree Greg is standing against ...

Bottom Pic … that is ONE tree Greg is standing against …

I love checking places off my wanna do list … but I also love finding ‘that’ spot, the one I didn’t know about that just tickles me to the bones.

Like the Siskiyou Smokejumper Museum (It was cool … and we found Greg’s name on a jump log from his days smoke jumping out of La Grand Oregon). Or the It’s a Burl wood shop … I felt like I was in Rivendell.

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Our last big stop was in Willow Creek to visit a friend and fellow smoke jumper, Dick Kirsh and his wife Judy. Leaving town we stopped to check out what is billed as the largest collection of Bigfoot memorabilia in the world, but just our luck the museum was closed … and we had no sightings, fleeting or otherwise, of the creatures on our way through the mountains either. Sigh.

Willow Creek California ... Bigfoot Capital of the World

Willow Creek California … Bigfoot Capital of the World

The last couple of days of our never-drove-that-road trip we took a lot of dirt roads (which kept Greg holding his breath, fearing a flat tire).

We passed through the Hart Mountain Antelope Preserve where despite being told there were 1000’s of them … the sightings of antelope were more frequent than Bigfoot, but not by much.

Onto Frenchglen, the Malheur National Wildlife Refuge, and stopping to see John French’s Round Barn before the miles and miles and miles of long, clear, vistas and horizon hiding roads before finding ourselves back on I-84 blacktop and home.

I’ll take a free-form, asphalt free (at times) road trip  anytime!  A couple of stats … 1500+ miles, 6 days, one 14 hour audio book, no flat tires and uncountable laughter.

I love travelin’ with my Sweetie.

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John French’s Round Barn … he was shot and died … the shooter was acquitted. Mr. French, he had a temper, so the sign says.

Until next time …

 

Just a Bit off Kilter …

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At Dawn's First Light - Alton, Utah

At Dawn’s First Light – Alton, Utah

It’s a cuppa fresh mint tea brewing and the sun heating the sidewalk promises heat high enough to melt crayons in the car day. It’s a wake earlier and take a walk morning. It’s a Mr. Rogers, “It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood”, kinda day.  One of those days that have small plans, not unimportant ones, but those plans that fill a day with contentment.  Much like yesterday when my mother and I picked blackberries from the bush in my back yard, a day with enough hours before the heat I weeded and cleared garden beds and trimmed back the wildness of Virginia creeper ivy taking over the west arbor. Today, visitors will get a glass of Italian basil-lemonade over ice and we’ll chat without me looking at my phone for a text or a call from expanded dispatch.

Yes, it is the first summer in 20 years that I am not living in anticipation of blasting off to the wilderness, or hooching up in a tent while fires threaten small and large towns USA. It’s the first summer I haven’t read the National Situation Report while eating breakfast or wondering where we’ll be headed next roll out. Seems a just bit off kilter … but oddly I’m liking the new kilter … a lot!

Mount Rainer in the sunshine

Mount Rainer in the sunshine

So if you’re zipping through Boise, heading home or on a layover between assignments …  drop by, we’ll sip some lemonade and chat … in the meantime I’ll be hangin’ with my mom, my sweetie, the kids & gkids, the sisters & & & the neighbors, or strangers on a trail … who knew summer had so much variety?  (and I’ve only slept in a tent once)

So that’s how I put 10,000+ miles on my new car in 4 months!!! I Love My Life!!!

Dakota ... long boarder surpreme! Grad 2016!!

Dakota … long boarder surpreme! Grad 2016!!

Alexus ... the Fireball! Grad PG High 2016

Alexus … the Fireball! PG High Grad 2016

Jim, Paula, Karen, Bob, Me, Greg Wire Pass Gulch

Jim, Paula, Karen, Bob, Me, Greg Wire Pass Gulch

View on our morning walk

View on our morning walk

The NW Family in the Meadow

The NW Family in the Meadow

Ah .. Italian Lemonade ...

Ah .. Italian Lemonade …

Nothing this high in PA Horse Mountain Lookout Viewpoint over Snake River in Hells Canyon

Nothing this high in PA
Horse Mountain Lookout Viewpoint over Snake River in Hells Canyon

That's right! That's the gaggle :) Council Idaho 4th of July

That’s right! That’s the gaggle 🙂 Council Idaho 4th of July

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love these girls!

Moon rise over Bryce Canyon

Moon rise over Bryce Canyon