tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40847840961231376292024-03-14T06:41:01.225-04:00Like nomads, but with more stuffThis is our story as we move around the world.Terryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13287031236348430649noreply@blogger.comBlogger1174125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084784096123137629.post-25330916982337793382023-07-09T19:56:00.003-04:002023-07-09T19:56:31.223-04:00Cats in a camper<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-H8V_HN0ybGfo79S082eENdeFCYVCWs_ACmGt2rHKIbkHFqLA-lXGO5LtwWDwt0PIVh7Xfq9nC561_fa6ts1P8ZeBL7YT0b2r3vrsxPg9u50cUH1qgraCUo1MzQkm5KVJp1jzaUwbvV3JoLbRriHSiG1_g9fPAut5yceJcQWLW4tKLDUqyBkw0tu4Kedf/s4080/PXL_20230704_191523858.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4080" data-original-width="3072" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-H8V_HN0ybGfo79S082eENdeFCYVCWs_ACmGt2rHKIbkHFqLA-lXGO5LtwWDwt0PIVh7Xfq9nC561_fa6ts1P8ZeBL7YT0b2r3vrsxPg9u50cUH1qgraCUo1MzQkm5KVJp1jzaUwbvV3JoLbRriHSiG1_g9fPAut5yceJcQWLW4tKLDUqyBkw0tu4Kedf/s320/PXL_20230704_191523858.jpg" width="241" /></a></div><br /> Surprisingly, the normally-scaredy-cat Flicker was curious and wandered around, while the normally-adventuresome Kiki basically stayed on the couch and occasionally mewed in anxiety.<br /><p></p>Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669307412041079623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084784096123137629.post-26347536700979942272022-10-12T21:23:00.000-04:002022-10-12T21:23:44.898-04:00We bought a camper!<p>Not only did we start camping when we arrived here three years ago, but we have been covetously looking at campers. With nighttime temperatures below freezing in the mountains even in July,a camper greatly extends the season. It also gives us air conditioning and protection from mosquitoes during the rare - but becoming less rare - hot spells. It lets the cats come camping with us (although they may hate it and only ever do it once). We didn't want to buy a new vehicle so it had to be something what we already owned could pull, i.e., something small. But we still wanted separate beds for everyone.<br /></p><p>So, when Terry saw the camper on kijiji (aka Canada's Craigslist) and it met all our requirements we pounced on it. Even though this is the end of camping season. Most campgrounds that don't specifically do winter camping have either closed or will close after this weekend - Canadian Thanksgiving. Snow will come at any time, it's already October.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGlDXVcCKiec1ryyRvW68qORN4ag-ib8Pd-LbXU3p-F9o8gz7PLoW4oy3iNsyM2ZaKL1r_D4HeKTCCJ-YeweyXc6lhlKccf_ZJVXcRePgEl6_xLpRwNgLVWUumJjlU0TWHzwjTBb2R4GbhpJeLxWXdlJGY2Z7Gya1xJrC-Dy2A-HPUZnRA8p_CGRvDkw/s4080/PXL_20221010_211725264.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3072" data-original-width="4080" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGlDXVcCKiec1ryyRvW68qORN4ag-ib8Pd-LbXU3p-F9o8gz7PLoW4oy3iNsyM2ZaKL1r_D4HeKTCCJ-YeweyXc6lhlKccf_ZJVXcRePgEl6_xLpRwNgLVWUumJjlU0TWHzwjTBb2R4GbhpJeLxWXdlJGY2Z7Gya1xJrC-Dy2A-HPUZnRA8p_CGRvDkw/s320/PXL_20221010_211725264.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669307412041079623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084784096123137629.post-53406610188131056152022-09-28T18:20:00.001-04:002022-09-28T18:20:00.163-04:00The Canoe<p> Back when we bought the cabin, a friend alerted us to a canoe going cheap. We bought it and stored it under the deck at Terry's dad's until we could get it to the cabin. Then we joined the foreign service and the canoe stayed right where it was.</p><p>While visiting this summer, we decided to finally take the canoe to the cabin. In the process of moving it to the car and then to the cabin we noticed how beautifully lightweight it was (one of the reasons we got rid of the COVID canoe was it was too heavy and bulky). We discussed Terry driving it back to Calgary. In the end he did. And this weekend, 15 years after first acquiring the ride, we put it into water! <br /></p>Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669307412041079623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084784096123137629.post-62939275099047345342022-09-24T18:20:00.000-04:002022-09-24T18:20:02.235-04:00Going home again<p>The kids and I spent three weeks in the US this year. Starting in MA, we spent time with mom (board games, card games, Cider Hills, and for me and Alex the first of five college tours!) then with dad (another college tour, with dad as tour guide, Duck Tours, and his annual BBQ). </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOknUwRNhd4Xya0S_98TxnFgmLz1TJeJKdZsT3Le02sx7vXKLBtpUBuXecIBX0ygXTa83cuz8pxJ1cde-7_r-W0GmGZ0zwP_O_vtMwJq8Zrt_ya-qtOSKR1IEUuACCnxw-0P12KXQhk6RG7i0ej7PxxNZMHvBAt9pEM6hrjHlo095CLDDIAZWzpz9qpA/s4080/PXL_20220807_201028221.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4080" data-original-width="3072" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOknUwRNhd4Xya0S_98TxnFgmLz1TJeJKdZsT3Le02sx7vXKLBtpUBuXecIBX0ygXTa83cuz8pxJ1cde-7_r-W0GmGZ0zwP_O_vtMwJq8Zrt_ya-qtOSKR1IEUuACCnxw-0P12KXQhk6RG7i0ej7PxxNZMHvBAt9pEM6hrjHlo095CLDDIAZWzpz9qpA/s320/PXL_20220807_201028221.jpg" width="241" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Zoltan as a volunteer for the magician who performed at dad's</i></span><br /></div> <div><p></p><p>We drove down to PA in time to meet Terry who had been driving from Calgary. Staying with his sister most of the time we hit the Turkey Hill Experience, laser tag (a surprising number of injuries!) another college tour, and time in and around the pool. We even tested out our origami kayak in there. And then again at a state park with an actual lake. We visited folks in the Lehigh Valley and swung by the cabin on our way to the last two college tours - one being Penn State. Will Alex be blacklisted if I mention I was not too impressed with the Penn State Creamery ice cream?</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWlv2EQL6AEIw5d4UQJQk9RcVHCb2mjLiJhRGjPgViGZ0qY0QGWbVfmosVV0SyWTkPI7jzkGzdV_qD2CKg0Mg7q6qPJRzQVznyTIgyn48GIIKb-6hKcXY5xPoN57f9eQ5duBdvKCMsmumZF2tFsHktbER1nvrutdQwkJ8X4iROXsr5P1CHLb3_1DioEw/s4080/PXL_20220811_233320493.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3072" data-original-width="4080" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWlv2EQL6AEIw5d4UQJQk9RcVHCb2mjLiJhRGjPgViGZ0qY0QGWbVfmosVV0SyWTkPI7jzkGzdV_qD2CKg0Mg7q6qPJRzQVznyTIgyn48GIIKb-6hKcXY5xPoN57f9eQ5duBdvKCMsmumZF2tFsHktbER1nvrutdQwkJ8X4iROXsr5P1CHLb3_1DioEw/s320/PXL_20220811_233320493.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><p></p>Finally swinging south, we invaded my brother's house. Terry and I had some errands at Main State and I got to catch up with a few friends there, then more catching up with friends as we checked out the water park at Cameron Run. My nephew and his girlfriend also hit town that weekend so we got to have a big festive brunch before heading to the airport where we discovered there were issues with the kids being on my ArriveCAN (as in, one wasn't and one was only sort-of) which took nearly an hour to fix and we weren't allowed to check in until it was complete. Did I start panicking? Of course I did! Also of course, nobody ever asked to see the app once we were allowed to go, but every other step from the check in to the gate was super smooth so we still had plenty of time. <p></p><p>Storms in our plane-change city made us nervous but I reminded myself that if storms delayed our landing, it would also delay planes departing. At touchdown our next flight still showed a departure in 20 minutes and we were 20 long gates away. I am out of shape. That it all I will say about that. The plane was in fact significantly delayed so we could have crab walked backwards - lesson learned. We once again had time to spare and then some. Super smooth otherwise, and from landing in Calgary to being in the cab home was less than an hour. We did arrive after midnight, though, and I had work bright and early the next day! </p></div>Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669307412041079623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084784096123137629.post-52776920372090185602022-08-01T22:27:00.002-04:002022-08-01T22:27:26.524-04:00Alymer Lookout<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijl5rEsMo5ft53kTZ8vyNSqCRDHzepf8STphy7ApUHqEAw-3gd6AD1gUr6b2vFn0j9Xaqn-IegFRF_X2Q2HCKJw49o1mh7-Yg2sHjppiEDHVvwYQEoe3ar_olFZ-yqDsH3ojslmwaQgpJEcs98UXqqhqjI5QKyWUUqnGqVYvO6ncPQsOHoEHMhIzzdPg/s4032/20220709_110411.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijl5rEsMo5ft53kTZ8vyNSqCRDHzepf8STphy7ApUHqEAw-3gd6AD1gUr6b2vFn0j9Xaqn-IegFRF_X2Q2HCKJw49o1mh7-Yg2sHjppiEDHVvwYQEoe3ar_olFZ-yqDsH3ojslmwaQgpJEcs98UXqqhqjI5QKyWUUqnGqVYvO6ncPQsOHoEHMhIzzdPg/s320/20220709_110411.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> To my delight, and probably everyone else in the family's, I have found a women's hiking group. Much less nagging the family to come with me on hikes I'm not comfortable handling alone! The first hike I did with this group is also the longest hike I have done in memory (possibly ever) - 24 km in one day. I thought it would be Ok because more than half the hike is mostly level, with a relatively sharp incline at the end to get to those amazing views. so this is the thing about hiking with a bunch of moms: (1) when we started inclining I was definitely the last in line, except for another women who I think just wanted to be sure I made it although she kept saying she was super slow; (2) when someone fell and gashed her knees, there were multiple choices of alcohol wipes, antibacterial ointment, and large Band-aids; (3) at lunch nearly everyone had carrot, cucumber and/or celery sticks. It was glorious. Everyone wanted to be there, everyone was having a great time. I did get blisters and learned that the kids' hiking shoes are really not meant for serious hiking. Also if I am going to continue hiking with these ladies then I will need a serious, decent pair of hiking boots. Given that I wear kids' sizes I am not hugely optimistic about finding what I need.<br /><p></p>Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669307412041079623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084784096123137629.post-56918775959685732642022-07-21T11:00:00.001-04:002022-07-21T11:00:00.173-04:00Elkwood Campground (aka Peter Lougheed camping #2)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_dKHLB1Z46Y0MpDno5cd2rGJ5Ec_iZMQCCKnukbka3jibeaL9hTnFnHykosFhTp2v8QsCYkbVi6Zi6qc2hd9kc5SkxIMczPIe_DlRn4yxfd6P4x2VGU-RBY4GnAP-hIcWn9uKKVmZI0IUuTlR8uIXv7ZQiolkhzhLucR4MBFWoVV5Idoyhq6V2mj/s1340/26_Bald_Eagle_Cropped.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1340" data-original-width="1115" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_dKHLB1Z46Y0MpDno5cd2rGJ5Ec_iZMQCCKnukbka3jibeaL9hTnFnHykosFhTp2v8QsCYkbVi6Zi6qc2hd9kc5SkxIMczPIe_DlRn4yxfd6P4x2VGU-RBY4GnAP-hIcWn9uKKVmZI0IUuTlR8uIXv7ZQiolkhzhLucR4MBFWoVV5Idoyhq6V2mj/w333-h400/26_Bald_Eagle_Cropped.jpg" width="333" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Back during our first full summer when we were camping neophytes and made lots of mistakes, we spent a couple of nights in the Peter Lougheed area. There are multiple campgrounds and one we visited was Elkwood. Elkwood had actual showers (in one location for the entire campground), an ampitheatre that held concerts and park ranger informative talks, and a ton of bike trails. We swore we'd come back one day and thankfully, Schnerp.com let us do exactly that!</p><p>[side note: schnerp is a site that alerts users to cancelled reservations to their chosen campgrounds so they can try to snag the newly opened spot. The window is only open for 10 minutes and the first 2-3 times we tried someone else got the spot before us.]</p><p>We ended up never using the showers nor did we attend the concert but the campground was as nice as we had hoped. We arrived Friday after work and a fast food dinner, the nearly eternal summer daylight allowed us to still get the tent and gear all set up before s'mores and getting ready for bed. I was also thrilled and surprised to sleep as late as 7am and only woke a little cold in the night.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlordjuG7y0wvve51JjVnTJHME79vC2AkcfPF2OZktb4ZVu3zHBnckrob3QSBqNqlm8xRLTCrBdi7ZYTNwSQW7pdyskl7p6ErlYvU9NgzuqCcUNo-ByAq2iIKVPtufg-57AwnaN2oOAy-Ibilh2_h7Vy7SXLxZu0qFVIHjnxTaKbBjkXpxShY8QMBW/s2040/02_Blackshale_Suspension_Bridge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2040" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlordjuG7y0wvve51JjVnTJHME79vC2AkcfPF2OZktb4ZVu3zHBnckrob3QSBqNqlm8xRLTCrBdi7ZYTNwSQW7pdyskl7p6ErlYvU9NgzuqCcUNo-ByAq2iIKVPtufg-57AwnaN2oOAy-Ibilh2_h7Vy7SXLxZu0qFVIHjnxTaKbBjkXpxShY8QMBW/s320/02_Blackshale_Suspension_Bridge.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>After a more or less leisurely breakfast we headed out to the Blackshale Suspension Bridge, which I would not say would be worth the trip from Calgary but being about 20 minutes from camp made a ton of sense. The bridge itself is cool, as a suspension bridge, but there isn't much else to it. The loop is only about 1km long, taking us up to and over the bridge, then looping into the forest before spitting us back out by the car.<p></p><p>I had heard quite a bit about renting kayaks and canoes from a nearby campground (our PL #3 if all goes well - next year) and wanted to check it out. Boulton Creek Campground has all the Elkwood does PLUS a general store, ice cream shop, and aforesaid rentals. It's also where we buy the token to use for showers if we so indulged. We went for the ice cream and decided the watercraft rentals were a bit rich for our blood. It's a cool system though, you handle the paperwork for the rental and get the oars/lifevests at the shop, but the craft themselves are at the waterside about 10 minutes' drive away. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbqkCH4rlSZL7fIanCvqktWfYLIB0KFbyBmv9dn0WI1JyK0mDkuBc7KW4GXJBEpoqFffrba8pBTTJKuo7bt2e96iZW-eacwDK18O1Kw62qhJ4W4FmUtMWMYtmWbUn2HJd_8gAFGiDAsNgmZbAbxlaOVlsD9kuim4gfuSr_OfSh4Ecp7J3Rdbfy9k3t/s2406/12_Alex.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1606" data-original-width="2406" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbqkCH4rlSZL7fIanCvqktWfYLIB0KFbyBmv9dn0WI1JyK0mDkuBc7KW4GXJBEpoqFffrba8pBTTJKuo7bt2e96iZW-eacwDK18O1Kw62qhJ4W4FmUtMWMYtmWbUn2HJd_8gAFGiDAsNgmZbAbxlaOVlsD9kuim4gfuSr_OfSh4Ecp7J3Rdbfy9k3t/s320/12_Alex.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Instead we decided to check out a different waterside day use area and had a great time there, although the kids would probably deny it now. We scrambled around the rocks, the kid got their feet wet (and their shoes, socks and to some extent pants/shorts) and we watched a bald eagle grab a fish out of the water, then - after its lunch - come hang out in a tree near us. Upon return to the campground Terry and I took a little bike ride and caught some stunning mountain views as well as admiring the wildflowers beginning to poke their heads up.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5y14mxRbBxf9MPhsw5QnePKyY7KVji1xExSOkOG6aV8hzIrglHydNfOu1pIsCl99uD6J3pl2rfy7CEOv6Pxcc5ljqMkdwRNbEDHfPHOj5Y0fGWAJu2HhXZYbpRCHNck7fyroZgiSCHIEfDDXAk5gzYtcFtMBbDv6GQ8x2xWsOjwX9tCnvyHzb0HNM/s4080/03_Mt_Lorette_Ponds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3072" data-original-width="4080" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5y14mxRbBxf9MPhsw5QnePKyY7KVji1xExSOkOG6aV8hzIrglHydNfOu1pIsCl99uD6J3pl2rfy7CEOv6Pxcc5ljqMkdwRNbEDHfPHOj5Y0fGWAJu2HhXZYbpRCHNck7fyroZgiSCHIEfDDXAk5gzYtcFtMBbDv6GQ8x2xWsOjwX9tCnvyHzb0HNM/s320/03_Mt_Lorette_Ponds.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Sunday morning there was rain in the forecast so after pancakes we got everything packed up in the cars and got ready to go. On the way home we stopped at several day use areas to check them out. I deeply regretted not pulling off at Grizzly Peak because the views were clear to the wall of mountains across the way. At the Opal day use area there was an entire city of Columbian Ground Squirrels (exactly the small mammal I have been thinking are prairie dogs all these years and just learned this minute that I was wrong) scampering around worried about birds but paying us no mind. And many weren't all that concerned about the birds either, lounging fully stretched out on rocks or among the grass. I could happily watch those adorable rodents all day but we did need to eventually get home. We discovered that there's trout fishing at Mt. Lorette Ponds and Terry happily scoped that out for future reference. There's also a pulloff I noticed every time we were on Route 40 that has an old fashioned well and stairs beside it leading up into .... who knows what? A couple of miles after I was sure I had just missed it Terry saw it and pulled off. It was a sweet a spot as I thought it would be, but the trail just led along the little creek and we didn't follow it very long.<p></p><p>Due to various logistics this is the only camping trip of summer 2022 and it was definitely one for the books!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVtxZgFq21yU46HiCHmJmX80MMBfV5Gc2tK3lQA0vdbaOxuoDLLnA0Urr9bfopkbq7SzZbN17PNMfUVeu40AlbD4Du9dhnJrZJAAOJq1q_koFsBoimYJtxqyVU7Wj6NOLhdDeNMtJJ6aakCus8PIuU2seO3lSwZfbFKOG1H7X-dYS5rlUtyBuHm8Fb/s2775/34_Golden-Mantled_Ground_Squirrel_Cropped.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2775" data-original-width="2509" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVtxZgFq21yU46HiCHmJmX80MMBfV5Gc2tK3lQA0vdbaOxuoDLLnA0Urr9bfopkbq7SzZbN17PNMfUVeu40AlbD4Du9dhnJrZJAAOJq1q_koFsBoimYJtxqyVU7Wj6NOLhdDeNMtJJ6aakCus8PIuU2seO3lSwZfbFKOG1H7X-dYS5rlUtyBuHm8Fb/w361-h400/34_Golden-Mantled_Ground_Squirrel_Cropped.jpg" width="361" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669307412041079623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084784096123137629.post-67959378857176840832022-07-17T23:17:00.000-04:002022-07-17T23:17:03.988-04:00Stampede Pancake Breakfasts
<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-kwU5SU26rUJ_nOaglJW0FXWqg1zdoDjgRUvlvsHdjAD9ZgLaVyOm07qQfUm55LJ9KRO2VkK4Fj32o5YfcuQ66xIIdGuWGdJMV9ByhVsBM-1lwKEQ6kTAolZ0Cgii9fwAldk5bbljPI3qWoPzqawhkTenNcY3E8yXqYj8lzdECRbC63d15PDoLyd1RQ/s800/pancake.breakfast.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="519" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-kwU5SU26rUJ_nOaglJW0FXWqg1zdoDjgRUvlvsHdjAD9ZgLaVyOm07qQfUm55LJ9KRO2VkK4Fj32o5YfcuQ66xIIdGuWGdJMV9ByhVsBM-1lwKEQ6kTAolZ0Cgii9fwAldk5bbljPI3qWoPzqawhkTenNcY3E8yXqYj8lzdECRbC63d15PDoLyd1RQ/s320/pancake.breakfast.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><br /></div><div>Of course I had heard of Stampede before moving to Calgary. The rodeo thing, right? And when we moved here I heard a bit more about the pancake breakfasts. I heard about corporate sponsored ones, fancy with cocktails and invites being handed to clients and contacts.</div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpfVcUnO88R7uL0gwdqsvACbGgy6dIx4OQv-DCblcogID-Q77sgutEhH2T9nu4ZIeT3giuGqc7ih7JKGAj8KLqbvUoAtu8WASCZMEAMtjfL_iKtO8uah_zkGSplI2fpPw3Cnkv2YI1OBU5kcSLKb9raS5iW77xlKKy1FDEqs4Lf5PN5_HRh3wCSP_ehA/s4080/PXL_20220710_153044223.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4080" data-original-width="3072" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpfVcUnO88R7uL0gwdqsvACbGgy6dIx4OQv-DCblcogID-Q77sgutEhH2T9nu4ZIeT3giuGqc7ih7JKGAj8KLqbvUoAtu8WASCZMEAMtjfL_iKtO8uah_zkGSplI2fpPw3Cnkv2YI1OBU5kcSLKb9raS5iW77xlKKy1FDEqs4Lf5PN5_HRh3wCSP_ehA/w189-h251/PXL_20220710_153044223.jpg" width="189" /></a></div>During COVID the whole pancake breakfast thing took a hiatus, so this year was our first opportunities. I was a bit of a disbeliever - organizations just have this breakfast spread and anyone can just show up and eat the pancakes? Yes. Oh, yes.<p></p><p>While I was busy hiking mountains, Terry took the kids to a neighborhood breakfast at a new establishment we had been meaning to check out. They were on the early side so although the pancakes were cooking, the band was not yet set up and the ponies for kiddie rides were just coming in. Apparently they were wearing cowboy hats. How disappointed am I that Terry took no pictures???</p><p></p><p>This morning we went to a nearby neighborhood for a church's pancake breakfast so I could see what this was all about. This time we arrived about 15 minutes after it officially began and the line was down the street, the tables they had set up were full and they were setting up additional ones, the band was in full swing as was the petting zoo. These things are basically like block parties but better in just about every way! What an amazing thing for communities to do in a city.<br /></p>Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669307412041079623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084784096123137629.post-76112509260389965142022-07-08T11:00:00.001-04:002022-07-08T11:00:00.172-04:00Alpacas and gophers and rain, oh my!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtbqgc6B-SV3OyPY4hNc0ks8nG7fzMM3llpKTsdd6t3Z1ssACLoioAzmMNzvDayd4RBpMM6Ga-XgrQnFvLAYVWyOVCdhJrpraZV98uhb6AEdcE02oEYkg6OVJZ8RD01keut19sRzcdsgf-wk8M9To-q6ZHzgpNeJCRoOko_j_VRxx72wHwe8v6UhgE/s828/06_Alpaca_Farm_Cropped.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="828" data-original-width="744" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtbqgc6B-SV3OyPY4hNc0ks8nG7fzMM3llpKTsdd6t3Z1ssACLoioAzmMNzvDayd4RBpMM6Ga-XgrQnFvLAYVWyOVCdhJrpraZV98uhb6AEdcE02oEYkg6OVJZ8RD01keut19sRzcdsgf-wk8M9To-q6ZHzgpNeJCRoOko_j_VRxx72wHwe8v6UhgE/w360-h400/06_Alpaca_Farm_Cropped.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><p>Before we had ever arrived in Calgary we had heard about the Gopher Hole Museum and it was on our bucket list. Then COVID hit and we didn't really travel. It isn't open year round, either.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQJvfCATR2Eqsd6XsdrlcgKVrxuAFbJuHK-yhUfEvBbPRZ5vyScUA2X_DWIerPV5LNX1eJOYJNo9w466Qih63-2y13i57y6uXY00NFhXIT1Vx08y4mjDbvRa6UNcv1G_3_xdZk720yi3Awg0F-RFEpKs6NsfGnq35rMT-MeUcgLmyf94DFjJ0PTVWP/s2040/04_Alpaca_Farm.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2040" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQJvfCATR2Eqsd6XsdrlcgKVrxuAFbJuHK-yhUfEvBbPRZ5vyScUA2X_DWIerPV5LNX1eJOYJNo9w466Qih63-2y13i57y6uXY00NFhXIT1Vx08y4mjDbvRa6UNcv1G_3_xdZk720yi3Awg0F-RFEpKs6NsfGnq35rMT-MeUcgLmyf94DFjJ0PTVWP/w320-h242/04_Alpaca_Farm.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Last year friends went to Kirk's Alpaca Farm and had a blast. There's a little shop, picnic benches for lunch, and lots of little kid toys and games around. You can feed the alpacas and hang out with them in their pasture.<br /><p></p><p>These two unique establishments are only 15 minutes away from each other!</p><p></p>You have to book a time with the alpacas because it gets really full. The operation has only been in business a few years and they say each year they are learning a lot, growing the business, and breeding new alpaca babies used to hanging out with humans. They advertised 22 babies and they were so cute! There's two pastures, one with the moms and babies and one with the males. You get a baggie full of feed and can hang out with them quite a while. Some are happy munching the grasses and some greedily chomp down on handful after handful of feed. The babies were frolicking around. One mom and baby were resting and the mom started growling when I got a little too close. Many seemed unbothered by a little petting of their necks but were more interested in other things to hang around too long. They do have incredibly soft fur. <p></p><p></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjufIRPOQn9DV6Vy3ANzo9BLWWVjnv2N3BSmO9OITCbJydOWlNIvzZscjm3zu_N1GLu4i3axTdELJq9tqct1qJ7O4A8iCipTx7r0kkmPfvQUcFVPX7sSl1VvPcgTIDciptSGjRtDhaqdJo1IAWhTN2X2HT7sO45mCGxJ8QlZZiDvM9138VowYYaloI0jw/s4080/PXL_20220702_205450371.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3072" data-original-width="4080" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjufIRPOQn9DV6Vy3ANzo9BLWWVjnv2N3BSmO9OITCbJydOWlNIvzZscjm3zu_N1GLu4i3axTdELJq9tqct1qJ7O4A8iCipTx7r0kkmPfvQUcFVPX7sSl1VvPcgTIDciptSGjRtDhaqdJo1IAWhTN2X2HT7sO45mCGxJ8QlZZiDvM9138VowYYaloI0jw/s320/PXL_20220702_205450371.jpg" width="320" /></a><p>We also enjoyed watching the prairie dogs scampering around. They were 100% not freaked out by us humans, with nary a panicked "cheep" to be heard. They were mostly running around, popping out of one hole and into the next. We caught one with a mouth stuffed with grasses - for what purpose we had no idea. </p><p>Next up was the Gopher Hole Museum. Honestly, it was a lot smaller than I had expected - just one room. However, gophers are quite small and the diorama are stacked on top of each other so they fit a lot into the space. The dioramas are quite detailed and pretty humorous. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi_9h7xgQ5kEAm46M04Kj9hs3JHwgOjMC1OLB0R2F2947vkNKj2966kTs2a8A1hANsDg7-fe87DpqbUdHCmG-y6cAyCDiCCSDBYJwhQr-OgFHBtMVJirI0lqUG1qQBUdeOUJPazvppsA4bz2UhgMVckAzgASjcPsL4rDXTPUrydTievZkrenjYeOGz/s2040/11_Gopher_Hole_Museum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2040" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi_9h7xgQ5kEAm46M04Kj9hs3JHwgOjMC1OLB0R2F2947vkNKj2966kTs2a8A1hANsDg7-fe87DpqbUdHCmG-y6cAyCDiCCSDBYJwhQr-OgFHBtMVJirI0lqUG1qQBUdeOUJPazvppsA4bz2UhgMVckAzgASjcPsL4rDXTPUrydTievZkrenjYeOGz/w400-h301/11_Gopher_Hole_Museum.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvnGxs-45N2Yz2f2Or9H4Ifr3i3UB7NPOwulh3NWgRt-ZtezMbH2zZnK516tTjjEwNx9o0c-oSQMPcaRKf7UH-wjjk0Ujf5R7Yj5tCaxq6cvXMcdL9TRJE0bfytVMmBJ6EgDbWjQus7FX2UnYHCHjEh5mSeGlpy21HnMVdjmltpioeD67IHftIWm35/s2040/15_Gopher_Hole_Museum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2040" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvnGxs-45N2Yz2f2Or9H4Ifr3i3UB7NPOwulh3NWgRt-ZtezMbH2zZnK516tTjjEwNx9o0c-oSQMPcaRKf7UH-wjjk0Ujf5R7Yj5tCaxq6cvXMcdL9TRJE0bfytVMmBJ6EgDbWjQus7FX2UnYHCHjEh5mSeGlpy21HnMVdjmltpioeD67IHftIWm35/w400-h301/15_Gopher_Hole_Museum.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669307412041079623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084784096123137629.post-1704757881285272792022-07-05T11:00:00.001-04:002022-07-05T11:00:00.171-04:00Hiking season<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpt1Kgc48lFe6s7XyBK55zFZMgnFWd6TBpzYnBIPuUhLIaY9XNH4mfPwLYgxSdNqrecRKO9xFBPT-NvwR1dAkgLST-HaITn64rq_R4CYlQ0n9MKqUbeRWwHeHL45psx-qa56c3liYRbBFrZ_QrQ5qUdSkZzpKPVIJt8V0kLoJPoYs5sKdP2rZUWzyO/s2406/08_Peyto_Lake.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1606" data-original-width="2406" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpt1Kgc48lFe6s7XyBK55zFZMgnFWd6TBpzYnBIPuUhLIaY9XNH4mfPwLYgxSdNqrecRKO9xFBPT-NvwR1dAkgLST-HaITn64rq_R4CYlQ0n9MKqUbeRWwHeHL45psx-qa56c3liYRbBFrZ_QrQ5qUdSkZzpKPVIJt8V0kLoJPoYs5sKdP2rZUWzyO/w400-h268/08_Peyto_Lake.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p>Between Terry's broken ankle and wanting to spend every free moment skiing during winter, we have not been hiking. Although some trails are still closed for avalanche risk, there are still plenty of amazing hikes in the Rocky mountains that in our three years we have not yet done.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOsAdkwHavh69RTCtSGmZqSi2ewmQDwCzgLy3QZcVDg4_zMlZFNeOmQEm1ZQtt5hRvSS00HBpgZ4_LvBaw4c6fPVeDk-2dPxoiBVdYPWmnFdMCnwiV8SoU8qpOxTFGwAs8lU4gNnYTFpU6joKoTcaKO_si7geeafBYpp39eKHnDdhzWqkIEpfkDSoI/s2406/07_Ink_Pots.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1606" data-original-width="2406" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOsAdkwHavh69RTCtSGmZqSi2ewmQDwCzgLy3QZcVDg4_zMlZFNeOmQEm1ZQtt5hRvSS00HBpgZ4_LvBaw4c6fPVeDk-2dPxoiBVdYPWmnFdMCnwiV8SoU8qpOxTFGwAs8lU4gNnYTFpU6joKoTcaKO_si7geeafBYpp39eKHnDdhzWqkIEpfkDSoI/s320/07_Ink_Pots.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>On Juneteenth when we didn't have work we thought we were in the clear to hike Lake Agnes. It was a school day/work day and I had been asking around in some of the hiking groups I'm in online and folks said they weren't having problems finding parking during the week. Hm.<p></p><p>Arrived at the parking lot at 10am and it was firmly closed. So we went back to the Lake Louise info center to regroup. After a conversation with one of the park guides and some more conferring, we decided on Moose Meadow to Ink Pots. </p><p>It was nearly deserted until we hit where the trail merged with the path from Johnston Canyon to the Ink Pots. Lots of mosquitoes, some wildflowers getting an early start, and a lovely walk through the woods. The Ink Pots were worth the trip. We also discovered a lovely river just beyond, and the mountains of course behind it all, making a ridiculously beautiful spot to stop and eat lunch before adventuring on.<br /></p><p>Btw, the Lake Louise parking lot fills by 8am even on a weekday, and Lake Morraine by 6am!!!</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0lDEADKv42KyXUe5hFVB2yZFzm1GNDZZtQdD-67fvWScdUif5XEKlkAV7V3BAtGzjUSrIhc_a69ZS-D5s0rErbn5cAwAWXrCO9KpmDlV_vT4EXG1utsXV4h796gwS7p_y3lIci1uhVwYweXzP1TnOkaKJUM6LxTjTe6_wfH-XNFP4WiX0HBHlhRZ6/s2406/20_Bow_Summit_Trail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1606" data-original-width="2406" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0lDEADKv42KyXUe5hFVB2yZFzm1GNDZZtQdD-67fvWScdUif5XEKlkAV7V3BAtGzjUSrIhc_a69ZS-D5s0rErbn5cAwAWXrCO9KpmDlV_vT4EXG1utsXV4h796gwS7p_y3lIci1uhVwYweXzP1TnOkaKJUM6LxTjTe6_wfH-XNFP4WiX0HBHlhRZ6/s320/20_Bow_Summit_Trail.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>For the next week, we had seen a photo of Peyto Lake looking particularly deep blue and given that we'd never seen it yet (the overlook had been closed for most of our time in Canada) decided that would be the destination. The view did not disappoint. However, as the lookout is only about 1km from the parking lot we knew we needed a bit more for a hiking adventure.<p></p><p></p><p>So we hiked through the snow (!?!? no joke) across a ridge to another viewpoint that overlooked Bow Lake and some different mountains. The snow was very slippery and slushy so Terry's ankle began bothering him before we got to the farthest point on the trail; however we saw enough to know we wanted to come back later in the summer when more had melted and make it all the way through to the end. The prairie dogs were abundant - a few were so big and fat I thought they were a different animal - and it was as always fun watching then scamper about. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK9VkVSwyn-rmDzpOk6CqhjCxpngnIwfqw-kc3VEoZASH_CDKKc7UWSyYInPbL3B6Q2Weg3fnUMImHG37pnJyyCVBMUk15Zc9dH7XhhT_NK2KGTpsjif3FwslAn-tbezO_vCm9TrKQcbwA3ueQclk54HRUQPlfLAxykCfKsfCnFb2Eaijka0QKM3Yh/s1563/29_Marmot_Cropped.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1375" data-original-width="1563" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK9VkVSwyn-rmDzpOk6CqhjCxpngnIwfqw-kc3VEoZASH_CDKKc7UWSyYInPbL3B6Q2Weg3fnUMImHG37pnJyyCVBMUk15Zc9dH7XhhT_NK2KGTpsjif3FwslAn-tbezO_vCm9TrKQcbwA3ueQclk54HRUQPlfLAxykCfKsfCnFb2Eaijka0QKM3Yh/w200-h176/29_Marmot_Cropped.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p></p><p>The wildlife highlight, however, came on our return trip. This marmot popped out of her (his? I'm going to assume this was a mama with babies inside who wanted to keep an eye on the giants happening by) hole. At first she just popped out, checked us out and dived back in. But then she got curious and took a longer look. This was when she assumed the classic "senior year photo pose" and let us photo her from various angles. A small group came by and she again dove back into the hole, and returned moments later to check them out. We must have hung out with her for at least five minutes (a long time, wildlife-wise) and it was with regret we said goodbye and finished the hike.<br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgltn5JnsAGy_HDNZo37PiNZeLWIiP4bsjv1riRR-fqYDp8zbilYF5ypVV_yYWqHKksnLKKBsDJNf7Bp332SskQPnK54kNJIxgcFgH6B2wKvuuhOwcxGKQrTwpKr77kfqG-Il8XqF_5FyfjjITndnUUD0ahxvt8BZAP251sjRQDNMqGcb2jK1IK-6z8/s2406/17_Bow_Summit_Trail.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1606" data-original-width="2406" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgltn5JnsAGy_HDNZo37PiNZeLWIiP4bsjv1riRR-fqYDp8zbilYF5ypVV_yYWqHKksnLKKBsDJNf7Bp332SskQPnK54kNJIxgcFgH6B2wKvuuhOwcxGKQrTwpKr77kfqG-Il8XqF_5FyfjjITndnUUD0ahxvt8BZAP251sjRQDNMqGcb2jK1IK-6z8/w400-h268/17_Bow_Summit_Trail.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div></div><p></p><p></p><br />Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669307412041079623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084784096123137629.post-41470745542532697532022-07-03T12:00:00.001-04:002022-07-03T12:00:00.169-04:00Canada Day<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiEI_mtSxxPjZOxYC7EzF3BzKYcvcWdjRK0ZI2sKwQlemLDX40Et1wDqwUghcDzs2GoaZzuGIVVytbV7OWeSgQrSsuS2vXr7MJODBk-k1SKQ-AudSCQWtnhQ6UG2Ir-RqAJIBpv396SbfLe3oJsC_0GmRZY0SGQEXUzgJgZjXv8CpSxCtr7VmKtbpF/s1640/01_Lynne_Terry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1232" data-original-width="1640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiEI_mtSxxPjZOxYC7EzF3BzKYcvcWdjRK0ZI2sKwQlemLDX40Et1wDqwUghcDzs2GoaZzuGIVVytbV7OWeSgQrSsuS2vXr7MJODBk-k1SKQ-AudSCQWtnhQ6UG2Ir-RqAJIBpv396SbfLe3oJsC_0GmRZY0SGQEXUzgJgZjXv8CpSxCtr7VmKtbpF/w400-h300/01_Lynne_Terry.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>This has been an unusual year. The snow isn't melting as fast as usual, many hiking trails and campgrounds that would normally be open are still closed. Lots more bears around because the continued snow at higher elevations means they need to come farther downhill to find food. And, for the first time since 1991, Sunshine Village was open for skiing.</p><p>It was only one lift operating (Strawberry Express), and off that lift only two runs. The line snaked far up the end of the hill although I timed the wait and it was only 15 minutes. We had decided not to schlepp our poles up the hill because we were already carrying a bunch of stuff and it turns out we do use the poles more than just as a mental safety blanket. At one point it started to rain as we got on the chairlift and midway we moved into bluer skies and the rain fell away. The rain. While we were skiing. On July 1.<br /></p><p>We arrived later in the day because (1) I had meetings I couldn't miss in the morning because this wasn't a US holiday so we didn't get out the door until after 10:30am and (2) there was a car crash that mandated a rerouting so it took an extra half hour to get there. All this to say that by the time we had done two runs we were very hungry for lunch and were comfortable calling it a (ski) day.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1q0RR-BT8vFUNp2Nm5TJi33HnMmH0x_KGmoca4OPNw1RTqaE7rZBQ55UR6teUCxa2aZJn5R7GPGDuZRmbl5dr2PDABl3Af3TuGkoo8y3paK53wMjBYOmyHKYKEIahOEdIa8-9Zzg9LpomhafKKg1FZYtH77nyPoclGrSx2x8fs7-mVtmd5QXjvlL1/s2040/08_Sunshine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2040" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1q0RR-BT8vFUNp2Nm5TJi33HnMmH0x_KGmoca4OPNw1RTqaE7rZBQ55UR6teUCxa2aZJn5R7GPGDuZRmbl5dr2PDABl3Af3TuGkoo8y3paK53wMjBYOmyHKYKEIahOEdIa8-9Zzg9LpomhafKKg1FZYtH77nyPoclGrSx2x8fs7-mVtmd5QXjvlL1/s320/08_Sunshine.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>After the nourishment it was time to change out of our ski boots and into the hiking boots. Because the lift next to Strawberry (Standish) was open for sightseeing; i.e. the hiking trails weren't open but there was a half mile walk to a viewing platform with truly stunning views. I gotta say - it was cold. Like, I was not wearing nearly enough and I kept rubbing my ears to warm them up cold. So we didn't stay too long. With that view, though, we definitely want to return when more has melted, the wildflowers are around, and we can actually hike. Oh, and the viewing platform was in British Columbia.<p></p><p></p><p>Quite an adventure for one day!<br /></p>Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669307412041079623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084784096123137629.post-40908152346106646152022-05-20T19:42:00.003-04:002022-07-03T12:03:42.262-04:00Sisters<p>I am completely enamored of our most recent additions to the family. They definitely keep me on my toes, especially Kiki, who comes to me chirping and squeaking (these are not meow-ing cats) like she needs something but she does not want anything. Not food, water, a litterbox cleaning, playing nor petting. Just wants my attention.<br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzSkcRXQKR660ygL1cMClFyAL91FDsTuotBOW7uNa4sl1kExmvKZeRqnUaALpEUES8rBUnW4BVDpWzZA7UUFOGClhYEjxR2Iukt-8SZw0DFewg44ZvV6HYYS3S6_DrkNdwmTUgVwlwneXRVXHkfbq5EGpeTpFosSsvP6hQOxACS1WelZtlUGhFJqQbHw/s4080/PXL_20220510_141141085.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4080" data-original-width="3072" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzSkcRXQKR660ygL1cMClFyAL91FDsTuotBOW7uNa4sl1kExmvKZeRqnUaALpEUES8rBUnW4BVDpWzZA7UUFOGClhYEjxR2Iukt-8SZw0DFewg44ZvV6HYYS3S6_DrkNdwmTUgVwlwneXRVXHkfbq5EGpeTpFosSsvP6hQOxACS1WelZtlUGhFJqQbHw/s320/PXL_20220510_141141085.jpg" width="241" /></a></div>They came to us very skittish, to be expected. Especially Ficker, who spent her first week with us in the wall. She did come out to eat and use the litterbox, after everyone had gone to bed. As they become more comfortable some real personalities are starting to shine through. I don't know how much is becoming more comfortable with our family and how much is that they are now the only two cats in the house - they were fostered from earliest kitten-hood by a family that already had three adult cats.<p></p><p>Kiki is much slimmer than Flicker, and she's always on the move. I think she actually eats more. Flicker definitely prefers to "preserve her energy." <br /></p><p>Today's cute-ness: they were intermixed on the office chair we have been meaning to trash, grooming each other, and then on a dime started fighting. One cat got pushed off the chair. Just like human siblings!<br /></p>Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669307412041079623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084784096123137629.post-72858762807650331542022-05-11T10:55:00.009-04:002022-07-03T12:03:59.304-04:00If you don't like the weather just wait 10 minutes<p>We bought cozy patio furniture on Saturday. I curled up on a loveseat to read on Sunday. Later we built our first fire of the season, roasted the first marshmallows/made the first s'mores of the season. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCBWS6XN7uyZHYHGZpOc6P319yrzUB4AMjZwacdkDyafi1vLzfPAOvNQUmNBQlXlCSTae6gUkrfQ0NtEM4TLFZr67TkFOm4DyEHF5IOlscBUh23HNc-Z2UWWGN6L6pAxYjcEXTHVft4wxKaTmMEO78djM3DSkXIFCBqlEvucedqtaAr0Z0eARWxj_-Sw/s4080/PXL_20220509_013846832.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4080" data-original-width="3072" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCBWS6XN7uyZHYHGZpOc6P319yrzUB4AMjZwacdkDyafi1vLzfPAOvNQUmNBQlXlCSTae6gUkrfQ0NtEM4TLFZr67TkFOm4DyEHF5IOlscBUh23HNc-Z2UWWGN6L6pAxYjcEXTHVft4wxKaTmMEO78djM3DSkXIFCBqlEvucedqtaAr0Z0eARWxj_-Sw/s320/PXL_20220509_013846832.jpg" width="241" /></a></div><p></p><p>Then, overnight, this:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEIC7-8T_YMT19OZulrsWbBdbLN-c0lv-V6CiNucQN5KU7JsOr5sa9s5c-a7518XTK_N1fjmvTmQMIVDClclhqLaMEdVMJwHLXsS9f7cSOfg0yKmwMvPDotG2XgNW-P392NJtQsy4YFwrZ60hVJS5CIUUTFNZ366T39qt_Bri-L4GeR5PnhRz9PJ2ISA/s4080/PXL_20220509_130916792.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4080" data-original-width="3072" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEIC7-8T_YMT19OZulrsWbBdbLN-c0lv-V6CiNucQN5KU7JsOr5sa9s5c-a7518XTK_N1fjmvTmQMIVDClclhqLaMEdVMJwHLXsS9f7cSOfg0yKmwMvPDotG2XgNW-P392NJtQsy4YFwrZ60hVJS5CIUUTFNZ366T39qt_Bri-L4GeR5PnhRz9PJ2ISA/s320/PXL_20220509_130916792.jpg" width="241" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669307412041079623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084784096123137629.post-52114610595447224062022-05-07T19:00:00.003-04:002022-07-03T12:04:20.350-04:00Getting outdoor hours<p>I am trying the 1000 hours outside challenge this year. Given the way the first part of the year has gone, I think I will be happy to reach 500 hours by new year. However, my mother's day present to myself and my family means that more time out of the house just may be quite a bit more feasible.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD6sgfsCCV69AJ9F5kN7MdzzZnLF5R92raiFtMmyGFHun6IAwDEh1THnd4qQa5mDOiCMPObN4aUNIquJFK4d25s0zfwcdASgn-VTT9XSTbBW7E_xezZlc-YkZIAWTCguU4r4sXgitgHLyCMOIQ84j7cV2OER37cy8eyo4YpuFHYE-zZehJ6hLRlsrBkA/s4080/PXL_20220507_221314326.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3072" data-original-width="4080" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD6sgfsCCV69AJ9F5kN7MdzzZnLF5R92raiFtMmyGFHun6IAwDEh1THnd4qQa5mDOiCMPObN4aUNIquJFK4d25s0zfwcdASgn-VTT9XSTbBW7E_xezZlc-YkZIAWTCguU4r4sXgitgHLyCMOIQ84j7cV2OER37cy8eyo4YpuFHYE-zZehJ6hLRlsrBkA/s320/PXL_20220507_221314326.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Yes, this is a new (to us) patio set. The chairs around the table are <b>significantly</b> more comfortable than the set we previously had so outdoor dining just became more likely. AND there are two loveseats perfect for lounging on while reading - one for me and one for Alex. PLUS two small coffee tables just right for holding nice cold drinks to stay hydrated in the summer heat.<p></p><p>Just need this to not be the next "most wildfires ever recorded" year so we can breathe the outdoor air.<br /></p>Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669307412041079623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084784096123137629.post-22590546378859592842022-04-30T23:43:00.002-04:002022-04-30T23:43:16.410-04:00Catching up<p> Since the last post, way back in January ... </p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>We've skied. Literally every weekend since January 8 at least one member of the family skied for at least one day. Terry ended up going for the 10 weeks of lessons, and when that ended I started the 4 week spring ski lesson course. Sadly, tomorrow is my last lesson and given how melt-y everything is getting, likely our last time on the slopes until next season. I know most slopes have been closed a month already, but it is a little sad to us. I guess we go back to hiking.<br /></li><li>We have two new additions to the household: Nikita and Flicker (<span class="ex-sent sents" data-example-id="3378246"><span class="t has-aq"><em>née</em> </span></span>Harlow, but nobody liked that name and Flicker suits her). We had been talking about getting cats since before we went to Germany and it was beyond time.</li><li>Alex is prepping for high school. In Canada high school starts in 10th grade. She applied to, and was accepted at, a charter school that we expect will give her the support and challenge that has been missing in middle school.</li><li>Terry's been prepping for gardening season. We have a bunch of little baby plants under lights waiting for the right time. Which, in Canada, is way past Mother's Day (normal planting time in PA). <br /></li><li>I had a short work trip to Dushanbe, Tajikistan! For three days! <br /></li></ul>Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669307412041079623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084784096123137629.post-58684937786086093282022-01-09T17:40:00.004-05:002022-01-09T17:40:43.633-05:00Maple syrup taffy<p> Friday's adventure: maple syrup taffy</p><p>All it takes is some boiled syrup (to 235-245F) and snow. Check and check.</p><p>In one set of instructions I found online the writer mentioned that candy thermometers are notoriously inaccurate so she uses three simultaneously. Given what happened with our attempt, I'd say she was probably right. By the time the syrup hit the right temp the consistency was definitely off. Several recipes mentioned letting the syrup cool for up to 5 minutes before pouring but this was already hardening. We did get a few crunchy, hard candy clumps before Terry tried to salvage what was there by adding water and boiling down again. That gave us somewhat creamy, sweet snow. Definitely not what we were after.</p><p>So, we will try again.</p><p>And try again we did. That was Saturday's adventure. I took the boiling maple syrup off the burner when it was only about 225 degrees. That created the kind of thick, sticky, taffy consistency that could pull out a filling.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiLbMBHDnYDmwdTOZDyFhnldFwHN4UsUW3kOoks0Y3Z5U0o-gHzEDuCsKVihRdXpkw-F_YVY8hIKAGjQD6AZMEHumZCU3FSOfRUH5EJK7tCEyK3VfQTshGun9y_UVCT1H5WGn_iBPTChuRvOFADeRlOxPyvXg7Fu_OnDrx6RT7lUSYAeL_aYzhOqivs5w=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiLbMBHDnYDmwdTOZDyFhnldFwHN4UsUW3kOoks0Y3Z5U0o-gHzEDuCsKVihRdXpkw-F_YVY8hIKAGjQD6AZMEHumZCU3FSOfRUH5EJK7tCEyK3VfQTshGun9y_UVCT1H5WGn_iBPTChuRvOFADeRlOxPyvXg7Fu_OnDrx6RT7lUSYAeL_aYzhOqivs5w=s320" width="240" /></a></div><p>So I guess we need a third try, for that perfect Goldilocks of chewiness.<br /></p><p><br /></p>Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669307412041079623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084784096123137629.post-44460283378943011672022-01-04T17:07:00.005-05:002022-01-04T17:07:31.598-05:00Happy birthday to me!<p> ... a few days late. This year was a pretty good one. It started with chocolate chip waffles and Alex' card. The card included a secret code I had to crack to find the batches of cookies she made just for me.</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhl1exRgwdKeJ84Nx8ZsBxJZb7hqVAf-lceWLpvW9CfZFlZztd8ckAObJVrhHG1AJVelf3_wQTZ7cCt5m0SvyVnqZssea3VkdJzXhjFuUm5L0_Mq-OvnAerTtZaB2hGL4_8XmqHVvsQnocOCfwxKuhWcTWBZz3Kk-t9Dkd7blqFTltVChOYe05K12lpEw=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="181" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhl1exRgwdKeJ84Nx8ZsBxJZb7hqVAf-lceWLpvW9CfZFlZztd8ckAObJVrhHG1AJVelf3_wQTZ7cCt5m0SvyVnqZssea3VkdJzXhjFuUm5L0_Mq-OvnAerTtZaB2hGL4_8XmqHVvsQnocOCfwxKuhWcTWBZz3Kk-t9Dkd7blqFTltVChOYe05K12lpEw=w241-h181" width="241" /></a></div><p></p><p> We tried to make maple syrup taffy, which failed miserably. We watched a movie together, Terry made my five hour duck (delicious as always, and the source of a year's worth of duck fat), and after dinner we had a brief jaunt to Confederation Park to check out the light displays and do a little sledding. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgRSM3ZYpZXXcmSG1oTbbLQMxv-cR-W8VUkMYvG3g6HyiluvOPrlQ3HB0RVRrbtb7uhJISnL_T-DRjeiZsIPH170q5raj-wIdGgkTMuay6SUVwcq0aUF9N2JZFrfrgI7qbk4kGm5nqj9Xs1y6ts5pWgDBJhE0OkkjwZiGicJqAejt5mSE1qTtAwHbug_A=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgRSM3ZYpZXXcmSG1oTbbLQMxv-cR-W8VUkMYvG3g6HyiluvOPrlQ3HB0RVRrbtb7uhJISnL_T-DRjeiZsIPH170q5raj-wIdGgkTMuay6SUVwcq0aUF9N2JZFrfrgI7qbk4kGm5nqj9Xs1y6ts5pWgDBJhE0OkkjwZiGicJqAejt5mSE1qTtAwHbug_A=s320" width="240" /></a></div>The kids' s'mores cake was fantastic, although the marshmallow frosting melted into the cake a bit. The kids gave me what I always ask for (but don't always get) - a whole day without fighting. I *may* have napped between 10-11pm but did get up in time to watch the fireworks on TV. We could see a tiny bit of the highest fireworks from the front steps but that wasn't reason enough to stand outside in the -20 chill.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg7iPmHttq4x2hkqShHkADTjBc3ZazEMtxFI0Al6FCRtkJDLzJkM0yzThLan1WNO9FUp5Ux3Ye5mXVSlXEkH37OFmX35GF5VyQAyLsItkNkiakKi839BizF9VHTTDSV7mA8nj1TcXdVkaIvEZ5qtSK86zIAR5iXeRmgHd71Rx-BzQizYN46PwBqS9Gwew=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg7iPmHttq4x2hkqShHkADTjBc3ZazEMtxFI0Al6FCRtkJDLzJkM0yzThLan1WNO9FUp5Ux3Ye5mXVSlXEkH37OFmX35GF5VyQAyLsItkNkiakKi839BizF9VHTTDSV7mA8nj1TcXdVkaIvEZ5qtSK86zIAR5iXeRmgHd71Rx-BzQizYN46PwBqS9Gwew=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p>Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669307412041079623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084784096123137629.post-48606236343053192722021-12-31T12:08:00.001-05:002022-01-01T01:29:04.776-05:002022 Goals<p>The last post foreshadowed this one. They say if you state publicly something you want to do, it creates more accountability and makes it more likely you'll stick with it. I have been thinking about what I want for the next year. This is actually pretty tame, but I am hoping by starting I'll get momentum going to continue after I hit the goals. So here goes:</p><p>1. 30 hikes hiked</p><p>2. 5 new neighborhoods explored</p><p>3. 5 new Calgary restaurants tried</p><p>4. One work day taken off each ski season month to go midweek skiing<br /></p><p>5. Once a month do something new - see a show, explore a neighborhood, try a new farmer's market, something that I haven't done yet.</p><p>6. I've printed out my 1000 Hours Outside tracker and want to see how far I get </p><p>[edited to add] 7. One night hike with the family - get some use out of those headlamps!<br /></p><p>There may be more ...<br /></p>Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669307412041079623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084784096123137629.post-86933027449115226972021-12-30T23:57:00.002-05:002021-12-30T23:57:40.047-05:00Some small adventures<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiP00_BN1IJqIHyBo6FhretsIAgBAUacECmYH9AuI69fSM1h3OTjj763yENniZLsa9ttRyg77IEPLJj1PIoinPs17KNatDfgOSDRvCKncJJ5oVfZcSW7_5gQ5QDRx0rZHOnwqPt6Bg-AYHlpjJJm0HQG1_J2PkMwM9qm8Vy0b7eqmg2k0NbwXMiHeZYaQ=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiP00_BN1IJqIHyBo6FhretsIAgBAUacECmYH9AuI69fSM1h3OTjj763yENniZLsa9ttRyg77IEPLJj1PIoinPs17KNatDfgOSDRvCKncJJ5oVfZcSW7_5gQ5QDRx0rZHOnwqPt6Bg-AYHlpjJJm0HQG1_J2PkMwM9qm8Vy0b7eqmg2k0NbwXMiHeZYaQ=w213-h284" width="213" /></a></div> Planning my new year goals and one is to get out of my rut. Try new things again. Lockdown has really gotten me out of the habit, even though one of my favorite things is totally COVID-OK - exploring new neighborhoods (Calgary is pretty low density so there are very few pockets where you have to be within 6 feet of someone on the sidewalk).<p></p><p>One thing I'd read about and wanted to try is making ice lanterns. Basically you partly fill a container with water, then stick inside of it a smaller container to make the insert where a tea light will go, and set it outside to freeze. I put one together, and then thought about coloring the second one. It turns out that food coloring will condense in the cold so it's a stronger pocket of green at the bottom surrounded by clear-ish water. I've also seen examples where people put greenery and berries in the water before freezing. I have lots of ideas now.</p><p> </p><p>The other thing is food. We have complained, well, more than we should have about the restaurant scene here. Our trip to Vancouver inspired me to look for some of the things we ate there. Tonight it was hand pulled noodles. We got the fried noodles that we knew the kids would like and a noodle soup for the adults. We got it spicy - the restaurant actually sells its chili oil, which I think Terry plans to buy next time. It was delicious and spicy. I kept coughing and my nose was running. Probably not the best scene in COVID times, oh well. It bears repeating - it was <i>delicious </i>and <i>spicy</i>. The kids tried sesame balls with sweet bean paste inside and liked it enough that we ordered a second round. The house tea was also exceptional. I have no idea what was in it - I think goji berries, peach flower, maybe chamomile, maybe chrysanthemum, I think some rose hips .... definitely honey but somehow the sweetness continued through several refillings with hot water.</p><p>Anyway, it has fueled my desire to do more exploring. <br /></p>Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669307412041079623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084784096123137629.post-2008340479466208392021-12-01T20:49:00.004-05:002021-12-01T20:49:19.204-05:00Gratitude 29-30<p> #29. I am thankful for our amazing landlord. We really won the lottery with him.</p><p>#30. And I am thankful that he isn't selling the house so we can continue to live here for 3 more years!<br /></p>Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669307412041079623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084784096123137629.post-2799190782880596082021-11-28T09:31:00.002-05:002021-11-28T09:31:14.015-05:00Gratitude 25-28<p> </p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
#25. I m grateful for the COVID vaccine. I would never have volunteered to wade into
tents filled with thousands of evacuees – nor take the flights
required to even get there – if I didn’t have that bit of
security.</p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">#26. I am grateful I get to spend more summer in
Calgary. Mountains and hoodoos to climb, and to admire views from.
Rivers and lakes with colors so deep Alex swears they have been dyed.
Camping in the mountains and experiencing freezing temperatures in
the tent. S’mores over the campfire. Moose, bear, fox, the
adorable little beaver swimming with its little stick.
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<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">#27. I am grateful that we actually
managed to score the campsites we were most intent on getting last
summer: Dinosaur Park (climbing hoodoos!) and Two Jack Lake (canoe!). We did not clear the bucket list; there will be plenty more campsites we are waiting online like concert tickets to score.<br /></p>
<p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">#28. I am grateful for libraries. They
are so much more than only places that have books, but even if that’s
all they were, it would be enough (dayainu).</p>
Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669307412041079623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084784096123137629.post-67874814229719592572021-11-24T22:55:00.001-05:002021-11-24T22:55:19.059-05:00Gratitude 21-24<p> #21. In a very generalistic, vague picture of reality, I'll explain that most of my days are spent trying to teach, coach and convince colleagues that disability rights is an important topic in foreign policy, and that physical and communications accessibility is worth the effort and possible inconvenience. That often takes form as reviewing and editing speeches that senior diplomats will make to large crowds and to intimate gatherings. I am grateful and even joyous every time I open a document to review and either the points I would have added are already in the original remarks, or that some other ally has already added them. Over the last two years I have seen tangible progress and I am so grateful to be in this position, doing this work.</p><p>#22. I am thankful that we were able to score the last, frozen, free range turkey from the butcher we frequent; local Thanksgiving was 6 weeks ago and Christmas turkeys aren't full size yet.</p><p>#23. I am so grateful that Zoltan fits so well into his new school. He's thriving. And even more grateful he gets to stay.</p><p>#24. I am grateful to Terry for building me two bird feeders during the first COVID summer, one I can see from my desk and one in the back yard. It is such a delight to lift my eyes from the computer screen and watch the chickadees grab a bunch of seed and move through the pine tree bough, caching it (for the magpies later to steal. Circle of life.The feeder is too small for them to perch so that is also entertainment when they try.)<br /></p>Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669307412041079623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084784096123137629.post-56378881942450545322021-11-20T19:02:00.002-05:002021-11-20T19:02:35.817-05:00Gratitude 16-20<p> #16. I am grateful for all the luck in my life. My socio-economic background, skin color, and education level - none of which are things I could have chosen for myself - have given me opportunities and protections that are not available to others. There's a responsibility in that.</p><p>#17. Related to the above, I am grateful to be comfortable enough that I can use purchasing power to support my values - I don't have to pay attention to what always costs less. Did I buy a holiday gift for one of the kids last week that cost about 15% more in the independent store than it would have on amazon? Sure did. Not having to work multiple jobs to get by also means I had the time to go to that store.<br /></p><p>#18. I think I already wrote this but it can't be said enough - I am so grateful to be able to stay in Calgary. Especially as the kids seem to be more comfortable here than they have been anywhere else.</p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">#19. I am grateful for winter in Calgary and all the cherished memories already made and the ones to be made. Rivers to hike – with ice cleats secure on my
feet – to frozen waterfalls. Powdery snow to ski upon. Night
sledding just a couple of blocks away. Ice skating on the “wild
ice” of Two Jack and on the much more moderate ice of Olympic Park. I am so ready for winter to begin!</p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">#20. I am grateful for our landlord. He is super relaxed and easygoing, prompt when there's a problem, and seems pretty delighted that we pay on time and don't trash the place. We've had some discussions about whether to look for a different place for our next 3 years here and keep coming back to the idea that (1) Rick is amazing and we've heard many horror stories of other local landlords and (2) the Even Steven principle would indicate it would be our turn for one of those awful landlords if we gave Rick up. <br /></p>
Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669307412041079623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084784096123137629.post-10961687530755994582021-11-15T23:26:00.002-05:002021-11-15T23:26:21.259-05:00Gratitude 14-15<p> #14. I am grateful for the garden. As I blanch the last of this year's kale, I remember the well-loved line from <u>Blueberries for Sal</u> where the mother goes to pick blueberries "to have food for the winter." I was surprised how tasty the tomatoes were, given that we picked most of them green the day before the first major frost was expected; I am eagerly awaiting the finish of fermenting and bottling of the beer Terry made with hops from the community garden.</p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">#15. Today I am grateful for telework - for having a job that enables it, for State for letting me do it. I spent my pandemic productive, safe in my own home, and
with the added benefit of being able to throw a load of laundry in
the machine during lunchtime. It is also lovely to greet the kids
when they come home from school.</p>
Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669307412041079623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084784096123137629.post-66106987324879270082021-11-13T21:50:00.006-05:002021-11-13T21:50:30.253-05:00Gratitude 10-13<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> #10: The kids. I am not at all the same person I was before they were
born – mostly for the better. They challenge me and push my out of
my comfort zone all the time and I am excited to meet the adults they
become. Relatedly, I am grateful that Alex has been mostly delightful for more than six months now; she was always precocious and maybe this is a sign her teenage angst came early?<br /></span></span></p></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">#11: Today I am grateful for the military men and women who have volunteered to serve and protect.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div><div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">#12: Buy Nothing groups. Your crap is my treasure; my crap is your
treasure. Everyone is happy.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">#13: Today Terry finished up the 2 day sourdough bread I started yesterday (no accolades for me; sourdough has been his thing since the pandemic started and I have only begun to take over). He also had started chicken stock from a few carcasses, some aromatic veggies, and water; today it became chicken noodle soup. I went to the farmers market to buy our fourth box of apples (slightly smaller than a bushel); it was turned into applesauce we snacked on this afternoon. Zoltan made chocolate chip cookies. I am so grateful for the interest and ability of my family to put together from-scratch delicious food.</span></span><br /></div>Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669307412041079623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4084784096123137629.post-21876437921690203612021-11-09T23:01:00.004-05:002021-11-13T21:48:20.592-05:00Gratitude 8-9<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span> #8: Today I am grateful for daylight savings time. I know that isn't popular, but I much prefer Alex biking to school in daylight than in full pitch darkness. Given that clear, dry streets in November is already an unusual gift, by the time it's black in the morning again she'll be bussing anyway.</span></span></span></p><p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-variant: normal;">#9: Grateful for my husband (again). Today we were both in the
office. Tortilla soup that was meant to be my lunch launched itself across the lunchroom <span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #5d2509;"><span><span><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">when I tried to remove it from the microwave. I'm talking
the bowl flipped in the air and landed, on the ground, upside-down. I
had soup on my glasses, my shoes, and all over my person in between.
As well as the counter, the floor, the side of the fridge, etc. I
looked like I had been vomited upon. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #5d2509;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span><span><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">Terry
gave me his lunch.</span></b></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span><span><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">
I assumed he'd treat himself to the yummy Korean restaurant at the
ground floor of our building. Nope, he was so busy his lunch was a
granola bar and an apple. Now THAT's a grand romantic gesture (one I
would never make. The fight I would provoke while hungry would negate
any gold stars I'd otherwise accrue).</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>
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