birthday weekend, cont.

Our trip to Crater Lake having been thwarted by the small matter of TEN FEET OF SNOW, we opted instead for a trip to Grizzly Peak, until we noticed in our guidebook the small matter of its only being open between May and November on account of, you know...the snow. Non-local yokels such as we are, we thought that perhaps the 70-degree temps would have melted any remaining precipitate by this point, so we headed there anyway. All went well until we reached the gravel road we were supposed to turn onto and drive upon for 3 miles to reach the trail head. It looked a little something like this, except without the clear, paved bits:



So we ended up walking up and down the paved road we'd just driven. It was still nice, despite an abundance of shotgun shell casings and blown up bits of clay pigeons.

We do eventually learn, and the next day we went to a place called Applegate Lake, where there was no snow whatsoever. Here is James in Intrepid Explorer mode:


There were lots of interesting little flowers along our 14-mile hike:




For my birthday I purchased some Noro Silk Garden yarn from The Websters in Ashland and started making this scarf:


When we got home on Monday we painted my hallway yellow. I entertained James by repeatedly holding up my paint container and exclaiming enthusiastically "I has a bucket!" I also composed a little ditty that began "Oh my hallway is so yeller, it could be seen by Helen Keller!" Etc.



Stay tuned for a post about how the pretentious, washed-up, 50-something, idiotic, new-agey erstwhile hippies in Ashland nearly sent us on a murderous rampage.

Updated to add: I just was looking at the site with the scarf recipe and noticed he links to this site to show other examples of the same technique, and the first photo on that page is of a scarf I designed. Freak coincidence, or proof that way too many people have made that Stupid Fucking Scarf (as my knitting posse and I now refer to it)? I think we can all guess the answer to that one.