Tuesday, July 29, 2014
This sign was found at the base of an RV's right front tire in Medical Lake, WA. It seems that the owner had found several streams of urine on his tire, and either didn't like the odor or the lack of respect for his vehicle. In deference to his sign, I moved on to another less obvious (and public) target.
A bed and breakfast's advertisement in Wrangell made me chuckle. While many businesses tout their reputation as "the best in the state" or "world-renowned", this B&B owner is realistic and honest. Sadly, the owner's business plan has not been totally successful, since the B&B is for sale.
This photo was taken at Pats Lake, near Wrangell. I didn't get photographic evidence of the lack of an apostrophe on the sign, but decided that the beauty of these wildflowers outweighed the grammatical error in the lake's name. (See, I'm not a total nerd...)
The last sign to be posted (today, at least) is at the Muskeg Meadows Golf Course clubhouse. Even ignoring the misspelling of the first word, I find it novel that players are required to buy alcohol to play the course...
We are now at Clear Lake Recreation Area, a small campground and marina run by Fairchild Air Force Base near Spokane, Washington. This was our view the other night; our enjoyment of the sunset was abbreviated, but not spoiled, by a swarm of mosquitoes that threatened to eat me alive. For some reason, they did not bother Suzanne at all. (A case of professional courtesy, perhaps? As everyone knows, female mosquitoes feed on human blood, while males feed on flower nectar and plant juices.) SMACK!
Of course, one of the positive aspects to being camped on a lake is that we can get out to kayak early in the morning before it gets too hot or noisy (from the speedboats and jet skis). Paddling is one of my favorite pastimes, and here I am admiring a granite outcropping at the north end of the lake.
"Dust devils" are very localized whirlwinds, much smaller and less powerful than tornadoes. Typically, they range from .5-10 meters wide and 3-1000 meters tall. We passed this one just west of Spokane. Whereas tornadoes are associated with thunderstorms, dust devils form as a swirling updraft on clear, sunny days. Several disparate cultures associate the phenomenon with spirits:
- the Navajo refer to them as chindii, the spirits or ghosts of dead Navajos
- the Australian term willy-willy is believed to be a derivation of an Aboriginal word meaning a bad spirit that often disciplines (or abducts) children who misbehave
- in the Middle East, they are called djin, genies or devils
- in Egypt, the fasset al 'afreet translates as a ghost's wind
- the Kenyan Kikuyu tribe calls it a ngoma cia aka, or women's devil/demon
(I was loath to include the Kikuyu interpretation, as some might accuse me of gender discrimination, but since my head is still ringing from the mosquito-related Smack!, I figured, "What the heck...")
Finally, My Lovely Bride is about to abandon me. Not literally, of course, but figuratively. She is about to fly back home to enjoy a week with her Lovely Sister Janice and her Lovely Mom Ruthie. Suzanne and Ruthie share a birthday on August 1, and Janice will visit from West Chester, PA for the festivities. I have alerted all of the local girlie hangouts to be prepared for the arrival of the Three Wild Things. I hope that their escapades will not get so rowdy that the local constabulary has to be called in, but you know how girls get when they are on their own...
Posted by Ty and Suzanne Giesemann at 5:30 PM
Saturday, July 26, 2014
A New Book; Dachshund Prey; Fish and Crab Feasts; Muskeg Meadows; Petroglyphs; Boneyard; Chief Shakes; Skunk Cabbage; Gonif; Woof, Woof!
Great news, blog followers: Suzanne's newest book, Wolf's Message, is out! You can find the Kindle version on Amazon, with the hard copy coming out in a few weeks. Suzanne has also posted a really cool YouTube video on the new book's page on her web site, www.LoveAtTheCenter.com
Rudy and Gretchen have been enjoying our Alaskan adventure. Next door is a grassy area where this cute little cottontail (and others... you rarely find just one - why is that?) is often munching grass and sunning. Of course, our puppies haven't caught one, but the chases have been entertaining for all concerned... well, okay, maybe the rabbits haven't gotten a vote, but R&G certainly had fun.
One of the other advantages of visiting my cousin Jim in Alaska has been the fabulous seafood his wife Betty has prepared for us. We have enjoyed halibut, home-smoked salmon, Dungeness crabs and shrimp over the past few days, some hand-delivered by their lovely neighbor Denise, whose husband had just come back from crabbing. You can't get any more fresh than that! Here we have the Abbotts and My Lovely Bride steaming and picking crabs. The meat is actually sweeter than most blue crabs I'm used to from the Chesapeake and Louisiana, and one big crab makes a meal. (Suzanne is trying to consume half a crab without picking it... hmm, a bit crunchy...)
Wolves and bears are occasionally seen on the course (fortunately, no golfers have disappeared - so far), and there is a special "Raven Rule" that allows you to replace your ball without penalty if it is stolen by one of those pesky birds (provided there is a witness). The course was carved out of second-growth rain forest on a hillside near town, and several creeks and huge boulders replace traditional sand traps. The rock in the center of the fairway here is about 20 feet high. Jim states that golf balls bounce really well off granite... unfortunately, most ricochet into the woods. If your ball goes off the fairway, it's virtually impossible to find, because the undergrowth (mostly alders) is so dense.
There is even a beautifully-groomed 250 yard driving range with eight stations. A tournament was scheduled for the day after we left, so I was unable to show Jim and Betty my renowned skill and prowess at the game. (Suzanne, why are you laughing?)
I have learned a little about horticulture and Alaskan plants from my cousin Jim, who is a Master Gardener. My Lovely Bride and I noticed this huge plant on the Rainbow Falls Trail the other day, and shot a photo of it. Jim identified it as western skunk cabbage (Lysiciton americanus), named that because of the "skunky" odor produced when in bloom. The odor actually attracts its pollinators, scavenging flies and beetles. The leaves are the largest of any plant in the Pacific Northwest, 20-53 inches long. It grows very well in marshy conditions, and was introduced to the United Kingdom (which is mostly marsh, anyway) in 1901 as an ornamental. Here in Alaska and British Columbia, its roots are eaten by bears after hibernation as a laxative (I am not making this up), but it is not known if that is a secondary reason for its importation by the Brits... For those vegans thinking of cultivating skunk cabbage as a main course, the following warning from Wikipedia may be of interest: "Caution should be used in attempts to prepare western skunk cabbage for consumption, as it contains calcium oxylate crystals, which result in a gruesome prickling sensation on the tongue and throat and can result in intestinal irritation and even death if consumed in large quantities".
Next, our Word for the Day: gonif, noun, alternative form of ganef; Hebrew or Yiddish for a rascal or thief. (Thank you, Ken Ring, for this entry.)
Posted by Ty and Suzanne Giesemann at 10:22 PM
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
While driving around White Rock, BC, I noted this little house with pretty flower baskets. I took a photo of it, but didn't notice that my camera had changed its lens setting to "fisheye". When I looked at the image later, I thought, "Oh, no... it looks really weird." But then I realized that it was actually a pretty cool, if not totally accurate, rendering. It reminded me of a house that's been flooded with water and is about to burst...
Tuesday found us awaking at 0400 (that's called oh-dark-hundred in the Navy) to catch an Alaska Airlines flight from Seattle to Wrangell, Alaska, via Ketchikan. "You're in Alaska?!" you ask? Yes, the adventure continues! We were flying to visit my second cousin, Jim Abbott, and His Lovely Bride Betty; I had not seen Jim in over 50 years. Jim served in the US Navy as a hospital corpsman with the Marines in Viet Nam, and in hospitals on Guam and in Adak, Alaska, and is a retired medical lab supervisor; Betty is a retired elementary school teacher. Today they are celebrating their 49th wedding anniversary!
Jim and Betty have lived in Wrangell for 41 years, and built themselves a beautiful home on the west side of Wrangell Island. This is the view from their deck...truly spectacular and inspirational!
One of the really funny incidents during our visit came when Jim offered us a glass of wine. To say that Jim and Betty are not drinkers sort of understates the situation. They brought out several bottles of wine for us to choose from, all gifts from friends; vintages from 1985, 1994, 1996 and 2001 were all represented, but unfortunately, all of the wine had "turned", and had to be discarded. Betty laughed that the garbage man would think that they had hosted a really wild party, with seven empty wine bottles in the trash can...
Southeast Alaska, or the Alaska Panhandle as it is better known here, is very wet, getting about 90 inches of rain per year. Orlando, Florida, as a comparison, gets about 52 inches annually. The rain forest here is very green and much more dense than any I have hiked in other than the Olympic Peninsula in Washington State. Fortunately, today was sunny and warm (65F) so we went on a 2 1/2 hour local hike today up to Rainbow Falls and beyond.
Rainbow Falls was beautiful, and the trail above the falls even more challenging. We didn't see any bears, and although we were carrying an air horn for protection, we were happy not to have to use it. (An air horn???) The infamous Alaskan mosquitoes also gave us a break; we sprayed repellant on our arms and legs, and hardly noticed more than a couple of the little pests.
Posted by Ty and Suzanne Giesemann at 10:43 PM
Saturday, July 19, 2014
A Sylvan Cathedral; Oh, Canada! Rising Damp? Bread Pudding; Tandoori and Vindaloo; No More Guano For You!
Before leaving our Bellingham campground, we went on another hike though the forest. This time, though, it wasn't at 4 in the afternoon with lots of noisy boys and adults chattering about their love lives. At 0830, we had the trail to ourselves for most of the way, and the very few people we did pass were, like us, reverently silent and enjoying the cathedral-like atmosphere of the deep woods.
Shafts of soft early morning light cut through the trees and illuminated the undergrowth and fallen trees with a surreal glow. When you're in this church, you know that there is a God or Mother Nature in charge.
Even this humble cedar stump took on an unusual, other-worldly aspect...
We departed Bellingham on Friday morning and are now back in Canada... British Columbia, to be precise. I have to admit that the border crossing was not as pleasant as it could have been. The electronic road sign said that there would be a 60 minute wait at the I-5 crossing, but it would have been much shorter had it not been for the line jumpers. Here's the setup: there are two lanes of traffic lined up for a mile or so, and the third lane on the right is for NEXUS subscribers, individuals who have preregistered, had their backgrounds checked and irises scanned, paid a $50 fee, etc. Huge signs painted on and above the roadway clearly identify which lane is for the very few folks who use NEXUS. But as we were waiting patiently in our lane with hundreds of cars and RVs ahead and astern of us, here are dozens of yahoos driving up the NEXUS lane from far behind us and then cutting into the lane ahead of us, adding lots of time to our wait. I wanted to go out with a baseball bat and smash the offenders' headlights, but My Lovely Bride convinced me that a Canadian jail wasn't the optimum way to meet the locals. We finally got to the check-in booth, and as we drove through, I was gratified to see the Mercedes with California plates that had cut in one car ahead of us pulled over and being searched. I hope that the Canadian border authorities had selected his car (and those of other scofflaws) for very time-consuming inspections.
BC also has the prettiest flower baskets in the world, beautiful mountains and forests, and a happy, friendly population. Its world-famous Buchart Gardens in Victoria, which we visited when living in Seabeck, Washington, 15 years ago, is one of the most beautiful public gardens on the planet.
The afternoon we arrived, Suzanne gave a reading to a couple from Vancouver, BC, and when I returned from a local coffee shop, found that they had left a very thoughtful gift: a freshly baked bread pudding (having read in this blog about our weakness for that dessert). It was enough for an entire platoon of hungry Marines. Thank you, Mabel and C.K. Chan! It may add an inch or three to my waist, but the bread pudding was delicious. (Here Suzanne is trying to tell me that I only deserve a tiny bit, but I waited until her back was turned and ate a huge piece!)
Posted by Ty and Suzanne Giesemann at 10:27 PM
Thursday, July 17, 2014
From the Universe; Dee-lish! The Mountain; Seattle Event; A Big Red Cedar; Larrabee State Park; Another Web
Now, back on an earthly plane... Being from New Orleans, I like good food. We rarely go out for meals other than sushi because we are so often disappointed in the quality of food at many restaurants. The other morning, I prepared traditional N'Awlins French toast for MLB and myself. Yes, Bob, it uses real French bread, as well as vanilla extract and almond extract, and a liberal dose of confectioner's sugar over strawberries... it will give you a great sugar rush!
After a hearty breakfast, I went kayaking on American Lake while Suzanne gave a reading. Not only is it a good workout, but the view of distant Mt. Rainier was impressive. Known here simply as "The Mountain", snow- and glacier-capped Rainier dominates the horizon. There is no other peak near its height (14,410, the fifth-highest peak in the lower 48 states) in the vicinity. Considered one of the most dangerous volcanoes in the world, Rainier has 26 permanent glaciers, more than any other US mountain outside Alaska. Summiting the mountain normally requires 3 days of extremely hard climbing. Unfortunately, a campground neighbor told us that one of her office mates was missing after day-hiking part of the 93-mile long Wonderland Trail that circles Rainier. The 64-year old has been missing for five days, and is in our prayers.
Wednesday afternoon found us driving the car up to Seattle where Suzanne was giving her popular Heart Gifts presentation at East West Books. An enthusiastic group of attendees, many of whom had suffered losses like us, were spellbound by her recounting of Wolf Pasakarnis' story. Wolf's Message, her latest book, should be out soon on Kindle, with hard copy available this Fall.
Here is Suzanne with Lisa "Skripps", who said, "The evening was a mind-blowing and totally inspirational gift to experience."
This stump from a 20 foot diameter, 200 foot tall Western Red Cedar (Thuja plicata) is on display at a rest stop between Seattle and Bellingham, WA. It is also called giant arborvitae and shinglewood. This tree died in 1893 after a fire burned its hollow base. It was reputed to be at least as large as the Quinalt Lake Red Cedar, the current holder of the world's record for the largest red cedar still standing. We wanted to hike among these trees, and were headed to a state park near Bellingham to do just that...
Larrabee State Park was our destination for one night, and as soon as we arrived, we donned our hiking boots and hit the trail. The Fragrance Lake Trail is a very pleasant but occasionally steep trail that winds its way up through second-growth red cedar and Douglas fir.
Suzanne found a unique (if not very comfy) seat on these roots to do some communing with the trees...
But the most amazing sight we observed was this spider web. I have never seen one quite this complex or beautiful. Look carefully at the two tiny heart-shaped light refractions. Mother Nature had truly smiled upon us this day... Considering Suzanne's presentation last night was called "Heart Gifts" and it focused on the interconnected web of All That Is, we were quite stunned by this apparition on the trail.
Posted by Ty and Suzanne Giesemann at 10:57 PM