No time should be lost in matters of this kind.
On the south side gravel mounds were innumerable.
Those painted floors in the green room were real.
Two very charming members of the male sex:
Edwin lay butter in the bottom of the pye,
put it on the back of the range
the one to our left
where store and I would go with him.
Felix Geigermann edges,
as if splashing had taken place
when the benefit of the “in” explanation,
and without going “no, mother,”
I shall leave you to your own conscience.
From Rustam’s house (southeast section of city)
is said worthy to be compared in volume
with a single shall.
Bring the dreamless sleep that lulls.
The could easy get married again
but with me is differencely.
cork
Its appearance and the dust upon the bottle.
I added a link to my flickr account on the sidebar of this blog, under “me”.
I added a tab with some plants that I am interested in parting with or I have extras of. It’s titled “available plants.”
Click on these links if you are interested in plants or images.
At great personal and communal expense, I have pickled a feral relish.
After harvesting the cheeses from the weedy mallows of my garden, I had extensive help from Adam and Cameron in removing their outer coverings.
This relish is pickled in tribute to the coastal first people gatherers who toiled long and hard digging roots and rhizomes, picking berries, and preparing and preserving these wild foods. They were taught that the berry spirits disapproved of those who ate while they picked, and scarcity would strike the berry patches of women whose berry-laden hands strayed to their mouths.
I am planning to serve this relish not with the Grease of the Eulachon, but with grilled cylindrical protein.
The relish is pickled with cider and rice vinegar, fennel seed heads, serrano peppers and garlic.
Photo credit for this first one goes to Evelyn. I might also mention that I just got a new digital camera, so perhaps I’ll be better about including my own photographic work in blog entries of the future.
Published on
July 9, 2008 in
bike.
Evelyn and I went on a bike tour over Independence Day weekend.
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We left on Thursday evening after I got home from work, and managed to ride 40 miles past Lake Stevens before camping for the night. We camped at the Centennial Trailhead, which had a “no camping” sign, but also a nice spot to camp that was out of sight of the trail and the gravel turnaround where a small road crossed the trail. There was also a stinky porta-potty, so I didn’t get to use my trowel in the morning. We brought sandwiches for dinner, so we didn’t have to cook between setting up camp and going to sleep. That was a good thing, as there were ravenous mosquitoes in that forest.
You can click on the map for route and camping spot details. It totaled 235 miles by my (google maps) calculations.
Here’s a list we made of things to bring or consider bringing on our month-long tour in Sept.
- notepad and pen (for making lists)
- bigger knife (oak handled one)
- cutting board (small rollable plastic one?)
- another stove & pot for fancier cooking?
- picnic mat?
- insect repellent
- food-hangin’ bag
- more small drawstring bags to make searching for small camping tools faster
- fallopian dirigible firecracker