So I knitted this one up quickly for my French teacher, who gave birth to a beautiful baby girl about three months ago. It’s bad luck in France to give a shower before the baby is born, so those of us who took her French class last year go together a few days ago to have a “mini shower” for her. I decided to knit this hat.
So our wonderful friend Bert had originally wanted to sing a song for us at our wedding, but due to many circumstances, he was not able to. Last night, however, we were treated to a late wedding present of the song he wanted to sing. He sang “True Companion” by Marc Cohen, and it was incredibly beautiful and moving. Quite a rare treat. Thanks Bert.
Check him out on youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qLgsmqMtYHQ
So as to not be a total lump on my week-long break, I’ve set a challenge for myself. I want to try and cook or bake something new at least 4 times this week. (I know we’re going out a few nights) Today’s quest was to try baking challah (don’t pronounce the “c”) bread. It was not a resounding victory, as part of it collapsed a bit, but it was tasty! I’m not sure if I didn’t let it rise enough at some point (it needs to rise twice), or if it did something weird in the oven, but it definitely doesn’t look like to quite should. Oh well, it was good and our house still smells like baking bread, so I’ll count it as a win!
(previous photos taken by Don Mears Photography http://donmearsphotography.com/)
So two weekends ago, Tom and I set off to go hiking. We had our lunches packed, extra warm clothes and rain coats, our “ten essentials”. Apparently, the thing we didn’t pack, was our brains.
We decided to hike to Lake Lillian, which is on the I-90 corridor just on the east side of Snoqualmie pass, to see the beautiful, colorful leaves. We drove to the parking lot signed for the trail, got out of the car, and started hiking down the established trail that lead from the parking lot. This was our mistake. We did not READ THE SIGN at the entrance to the parking lot which notes that the trail head was 100 yards up the road. DOH!
We instead hiked up the trail from the parking lot through the woods. It was a nice trail, if not a little under maintained, we thought. I started get more and more uneasy as the trail got harder and harder to follow. Soon we were following spray painted orange blazes which we later “determined” must be a new trail that someone is working on cutting. We finally stopped at scree field and decided that we were not in the right place. Luckily, wherever we were was pretty, so we sat down and had lunch and took some pictures. Tom tried to track down the pika that was meeping at us, but it ran away before he could get super close.
Things got slightly more interesting on the way down, as we got turned around several times trying to follow the “trail” that we had basically invented on the way up. After consulting the GPS and the less than stellar topo we had, we figured out where we needed to go, and soon joined up with the more established trail, (we think it’s a hunter’s trail…whoo hoo).
In the end, we didn’t have a true epic, but we defiantly felt like idiots for not reading the sign showing the true location. Luckily we had a GPS, and map to help us out, but we defiantly learned our lesson not to take any trail for granted, and that even experienced hikers make mistakes. Fortunately for us, this mistake didn’t cost us much more than a few hours in a pretty forest.