Friday, September 30, 2011

just checking



Yesterday late in the afternoon. .
my beloved and I decided to go out on a mission to spy see if Barnes and Noble is ready for the bunch of  . .
Mennonite Girls Can Cook . .
coming on Saturday morning.

Guess what song kept floating through my head?
Here's a hint. .
I taught Grade 3 - 5 Sunday School for many years.
The only difference. .there was only two of us yesterday but more will be coming on Saturday.

I saw the sign. .
but no books.
so I casually enquired about them.



Let's play. .
where's Waldo. .

OH. .there it is.

Yes. .they have 30 books in stock ..
so if you were hoping to get your copy in Bellingham B&N on Saturday. .
don't sleep in.

We'll be there at 10 ..
even though the sign says 11.
We are very excited to be signing books in Ellen's home country.
She has come to Canada so many times ..
we are thrilled to be signing with her  in the US.



(photo credit to TTV website)


And then. . .
after a quick bite to eat . .
we are crossing the border once more. .
and heading into Vancouver to the Ten Thousand Village store on Commercial Drive.

We hope to be there by 4 pm.
If we are a tad late. .
you will not be bored.

Saturday October 1st happens to be the 65th anniversary of Ten Thousand Villages and all their Canadian Stores are having special celebrations.
Come early and browse around and we'll be so thrilled to meet you when we get into town.

And . .
if you live in Manitoba. .
you can catch Betty and Charlotte at the Henderson Store between 11 and  1.

We are most grateful for these opportunities.
As always. .
100% of the royalties are going to feed hungry kids.

See you Saturday?

all for now. .



Thursday, September 29, 2011

picking the last of the garden



Yesterday was a Grammie day.
I cooked and baked. .
 hugged and kissed . .
held and burped . ..
scratched backs ..
played games...
pulled wagons. .
pushed cars ..
read books ...
diapered . .
dressed ..
bathed . .
fed . ..
and photographed.

Having five grands . .. . .
is..
good.




Wednesday, September 28, 2011

the guys day


Saturday morning I set my alarm for 7 and soon after that I got a text. . .
saying they had hit the Coq and were on their way.
Hashbrowns and bacon was started and by the time it was done. .
they had arrived.

There are my three men.

The day had not even begun and already the shoving and pushing was well underway.

The days ride was not scheduled to begin until 10 so the three of them took off to get their warm ups.
Meanwhile. .
back and camp. .
tanks were being filled...
and coffee was being finished.
They won't let me take a decent picture of the three of them.
But . . this was the best. .
and the rest . .
are unusable. .
and not because of the photographer.
The main ride was about to begin and they went to line up.

They waited until their line up photo was taken. .
and I waved them to start. . .
and off they were.

While they were gone. .
I whipped up some cinnamon buns for the group. .
and cookies for supper dessert. .
and read my book.
Pure enjoyment.
Safely back. .
the steak master came around and took orders.
The campfire circle expanded and chairs were added and everyone waited for the steak master to come asking.
I was glad I was asked. ..and not asking.
The fire was lit. .

Rob opened up his steak bag. . .
. .and James did some amazing things to those steaks. . .
they were delicious.
And here are our hosts. .
Rob and Lori. .and his mom Gwen in the center. 

And how did it all begin?
This Rob's Dad Len. ..
who bought his boys some quads. .
and took them out on weekends.
Now his son Rob. .
invites his friends every fall to join them for a weekend..
and ..
now that I know what kind of fun they are having. .
I'll be waiting for that email. .
next September.

all for now.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Friday Ride


At the top of Henning Mountain I heard him murmer . ..
"wild blueberry muffins". 
I picked some when I heard him...and popped them in  my mouth.

It was so pretty up there and more than once I thought it was much easier seeing the view this way rather than the conventional method of hiking up the mountain.
This is usually the time of year we tackle our one mountain climb  .. .
and hopefully this wasn't it.

In the valley far below the Coquihalla Highway can be seen winding its way towards Merritt.
I can't help but think about my Dad-by-love who spent many hours as part of the construction team for the highway which was completed in 1986.



While the ATVers .. .
took their break. .
I walked as far as I could in each direction. .
enjoying the vegetation taking on it's autumn hue.

Looking south . ..
I saw the highway once more.

I was wishing  for family photos up on the crest. .
and wishing is where that wish will remain.
Maybe one day. ..
when the littles will be much bigger and can hold on tight.

I heard the call for the break to be over and came over the hill and called them for a group photo.

We passed the same signs that we had passed on the way up.
These trails are used year around and I noted the bottom sign gives indication of how deep the snow levels are.



There was a small section of pavement. . .
when I hung on a bit tighter. .
not for the bouncing but for the mph I noted over his shoulder.

I really wondered how my pictures would turn out since there was no stopping for photo ops and this one of us passing another.  .
was at 60 mph. 
I think I can see a glimpse of a smile there.



We came back to Highway levels and travelled along a fence designed to keep the cattle and deer off the highway.


From the other side of the water. .
our campground could be seen.



We took off on our own after that for awhile.
This time. .
we moved a bit slower and even stopped for a few photos along the way.



A good part of the trail is the old Kettle Valley Railway which was built in 1890's was used for freight and people until the 1960's.
Today it serves as a trail for cyclists and ATVers.
We passed this old steam house (so I was told) in Brookmere.


I thought it was great that we were welcomed along the way.


Did I mention it was a gorgeous day?
I love the bark of a Pine Tree...
and was happy to see the Pine Beetle left this old tree alone.
Maybe they don't like tough old bark?



On the way back to camp..
he stopped..
told me to move forward. .
and I doubled him.
Here is the proof.
Notice. ..I drove much slower.


There are some traditions that are worth repeating.
Dave..brings along his Tandoori Chicken every year.
I'll be working on this recipe in the next while.



And that. .
was Friday.
On Saturday morning our boys came up to join the rest of the guys.
I was told. .it was guys day. .
and I was fine with that.

Tomorrow ..
we'll have a look at the rest of the weekend...
and the people that make it all possible.

all for now . .

Monday, September 26, 2011

Larson Hill



Larson Hill is an ATV'ers hangout.
I know. .
because I went to check it out myself.

The goal is to find your favorite spot and to get there early enough in the weekend. .
which essentially is just past midweek. .
to be there before other groups arrive.
That's the truth.
We were not the first to arrive ..
but others in our group were...
and so we backed in . . .
and backed down ..
and set up camp.

While he parked the machine in the carmachine port . . .
I set up the kitchen ..
and went to take a look at the beauty around us.

I probably shouldn't divulge where this spot is. .
but hey. . 
it's too pretty to be selfish.

Drive north up the Coquihalla Highway and just a bit past the old toll booths. .
you'll find a gravel road which will take you down to the spot you see.
Even if you don't camp ..
the trees will be picture pretty in a few weeks and worth the drive.



Friday morning at 10 am. .
the day's group of ATV riders were ready to leave camp.

This was a new experience for me. . 
on the back of my beloved's quad.
I don't know what I expected. .
but it was faster .. 
and bumpier than I imagined it might be.


I asked before leaving camp if I should take my digital SLR or my pocket camera. 
He said. ."pocket camera"
and once I realized that my hand grips were not only for decoration ..
I understood why.



We crossed through the waters to head to the trails...
slowly for my benefit.

My friend Ruth rode her own quad and I was most impressed.

The trails are shared with cattle ..
and it seems they have seen the likes of us. .
often through the summer months.

At noon we stopped for a bite to eat.
I yelled down to get away from the edge . ..
and backed up to demonstrate what I meant.

Compartments were opened. . 

and lunch was served . 

My job as the only non-rider. .
was to take the photos. .
and so I stood on a rock again. .
to take pictures of them lining up after lunch to ride again.

The afternoon ride was up to Mount Henning.
While we rode up. . 
my mind kept remembering the movie ..
Man from Snowy River.

You've seen it?

all for now. .