Tuesday, July 26, 2016

BRECKENRIDGE...THIS YEAR's ROCKY MOUNTAIN HIGH

Maybe John Denver was onto something when he sang about "Rocky Mountain High, Colorado."  I could relate to his sentiments of the peacefulness and the beauty of the Rockies this past week when I was on vacation in Breckenridge.  It was a 6-day family get-together at a large house we found on VRBO.

We enjoyed day hikes every day.

Sunday, we hiked Spruce Creek.
Along the Trail with the family !

Me and my sibs - Mary, Anne, Eileen and Paul

The soothing sound of the water flow.
Our toughest hike was the next day, Monday, when we decided to park at the Ski Resort, Lot #9, and hike up the Black Diamond Runs that are popular with skiers in the wintertime when they are covered with snow.  Believe me, the trails were steep!

Nell scampers uphill, followed by Anne.
I have one eye on my footing as I ascend, the other eye on the flowers.

A home-made wreath of yellow flowers that Gerry is forced to wear

Jose is "the Man."  Yep, he did Crystals and Grits and is proud of it.
We took two hikes on Tuesday, both of them started at Boreas Pass.  This was my favorite day of hiking.  We embarked on a 3 mile hike along Black Powder Pass Trail.  Then we did a shorter, 1 1/2 mile hike in the opposite direction.

Loving this vista from the trail
A friendly pica peeks out from the rocks
Wow!  The brilliant purple flowers caught my eye

My niece Nell is on top of the world! 

Eileen and Jose, my sister and brother-in-law from VA are thrilled to be here. 

My brother Paul and Jose share a moment.

My sisters and Nell scamper across the flower meadow.
We hiked Wednesday at Blue Lake and Thursday on trails near Hoosier Pass.

On the rocky scramble near Blue Lake
Pretty flowers on our final day of hiking, near Hoosier Pass

The clouds roll in on the Hoosier Pass Hike, but we managed to stay one step ahead of the rain. 

And let me not forget to mention that there was a game room in the Breckenridge house.  My 83 year old mom is quite the master at ping-pong!

Indoor Fun!
A group photo on our final day.  Too bad we didn't think of this earlier in the week when my nephews and niece, Stephen and Dylan and Nell, were here...

On couch are Uncle Neil, Aunt Ann and Mom.
Jose, Laura, (front left sitting) Eileen, Paul, Anne, John, Mary, Gerry (back row standing)




Wednesday, July 13, 2016

GOLDEN TROUT WILDERNESS WEEK

We were in the Southern Sierras last week, for the Golden Trout Workshop.  We took fabulous day hikes each day with very knowledgeable naturalists, Adam and Rebekah.  It was wonderful to be "unconnected" to any electronics; instead, we were deeply connected to nature!

 Camp is at 10,100 feet elevation.  We backpacked in 9 miles on Sunday, and carried in our sleeping bags, pads, clothing and essentials we needed for the week.  (It was only supposed to be a 3 mile backpack in to camp, but we started in on the wrong trail...)   But the extra miles were scenic, and we still got to camp by 6:00 pm.

Much more green than the last two times we were here.

Beautiful flowers - pinks and reds - on display.  Only a preview of the glory that awaits us. 
Average daily hike distance was perhaps 7 or 8 miles with the destination of a scenic lake or mesa.  We took several stops along the way to learn about animal tracks, the various pine trees, and the variety of flora and fauna of this area.

My four favorite flower shots are below.  (photo credit to my husband, Gerry Hans.)

Elephants Head. 

Not sure what this is, but it's a bright yellow that catches the eye. 

Alpine Phlox - definitely "Eye Candy!"

Larkspur (purple)  - love the yellow in the background too. 
My favorite day was Thursday, July 7th, when we hiked 12 1/2 miles. The trek was to New Army Pass and back.  It was an excellent trail, and we didn't have to do much boulder scrambling.  (Boulder scrambling is not my strong suit, as those who hike with me will vouch.)


I'm loving this view as we pass by Long Lake.  Minutes ago a coyote scampered by.  Then we caught a glimpse of a few deer.  We see several marmots throughout the day. 

I'm looking up toward New Army Pass, which is less than a mile away from this viewpoint. 

 Three variety of pine trees make their home in the Southern Sierras:  Lodgepole Pine, (at lower elevation, needles in groups of two),  Foxtail Pine and Limber Pine (at higher elevation, needles in groups of 5)  The Limber Pines have longer needles than the Foxtails.  The trees are  over 3,000 years old and quite beautiful.

Gerry at the base of a Lodgepole Pine as we hike to the peak known as Wooly Back.

Check out this gnarly wood.  Lovely textures and colors. 

Who would have thought a dead pine tree could be this beautiful? 

We discovered a sheep skull on Wooly Back. (quite appropriate.)  No wonder they named the area "Wooly Back."

This is perhaps a few years old...

It's heavier than I thought.  It feels like it weighs 10 pounds. 
Wooly-Back.....
and We'll Be Back!

Probably next year.... it's too good of a trip to miss.










Friday, June 3, 2016

Celebrating our 30th Wedding Anniversary

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We pledged our vows in the backyard of Gerry's brick house in Denver.

Thirty years ago, May 24th, 1986 was the best day of my life, our wedding day.  The day itself was spectacular, but what was most glorious to me, was the pledge we made, our promise to spend the rest of our lives together.  

We enjoyed out 30th wedding anniversary in  L.A. and began our day with a spectacular morning hike in our beloved Griffith Park.  It was the first time we ever walked from the west side of the park to the east.  Gerry had mapped out the route ahead of time.  He chose the most direct route from the west entrance at Wonder View Drive to the east side where we finished at the Ranger Station.

"Wanna make a bet on the  distance?" I asked him  half-way through the hike.  "I bet it's 8 miles."
Gerry responded, "No way. It's 7 miles at tops."  Of course he won the bet.  He was the one who planned the route, and knew the distance!  Silly me. It turned out to be 5.6 miles.  But it was a hike full of steep ups and downs, that followed the ridge line, which made it seem much longer (more like 8 miles.)

We're at the west perimeter, a few feet from the 101 Freeway at Cahuenga, the start of our hike.  

Luckily, we faced ideal weather, with temps in the 60s and overcast skies.  Most of the steep stuff was in the first few miles.  I played it cautiously, and was a bit slow as I made my way along the trail.  (This was the first challenging hike since my bike accident on March 10th  which resulted with a broken arm that required surgery.)    The last thing I needed was another fall!

Is it going to rain?  It looks threatening.

Gerry, taking a photo at a vista about an hour into the hike

Blossoms of the Nevins Barberry, a rare and endangered plant in Griffith Park

We finished our trek in roughly 2 1/2 hours.  I recorded it on my cyclemeter app, which shows the distance, elevation, maps, etc.  Isn't technology awesome?

We had worked up an appetite.  It was a bit of a blast from the past when we ate lunch at India Sweet & Spice on Los Feliz, (a few blocks away from where our business, RaceReady was located for 15 years.)   Their $5.49 veggie lunch special hit the spot.

Not the fanciest joint.  But huge portions of flavorful Indian cuisine at a bargain price.

Fully sated, I was in the mood for a nap when we arrived home, but I fought off the urge and instead I got busy and baked us a Santiago Cake.

I replicated the recipe of this delicious cake, which we discovered last year on our Camino.

We dined at Marino Ristorante later in the evening.  It was a splurge, (maybe a once-in-a-lifetime splurge since the prices were sky high.)  But, I justified it since it was a special occasion.

We started off with wine and a first course of phenomenal appetizers.

A  wonderful bottle of Italian wine. 

Polipo  - grilled octopus, bok choy, butternut squash sauce

Colossal shrimp, butterflied, with arugula and tomatoes

We savored our entrees, grilled halibut for Mary and roasted veal chops for Gerry, but we were so engaged with the dinner and our conversation, I neglected to take photos.   C'est la vie!

Sunday, May 15, 2016

A Fun Weekend at Home


I haven't mused much recently.  The spirit hasn't moved me to do so.  I admit I have been down in the dumps with my broken arm, even though I realize my accident could have been much worse.  Anyway, I am feeling upbeat right now so I will muse about this  past weekend.  In today's parlance, it is a "stay cation", which translates (I think) to a quasi vacation at home.

Friday night Gerry and I attended a concert at the Greek Theater, our favorite concert venue, and our first concert of this season.   The amazing show featured singer song-write John Prine,  along with Jason Isbell & Amanda Shires.  Quite the night of music and melody.

Still strumming the guitar.
When we returned home and it was time for bed, John Prine tunes still strummed in my head.  It's the typical after-effect I have post concert.  Yet my alarm was set for 6:15 am so Gerry and I could arrive at the Crystal Springs area of Griffith Park well caffeinated at 7:30 am to set up for the FoGP sponsored Anza Event. 
The Anza Celebration, Saturday from 10:00 am to 2:00 pm was successful.  A good turn out for a first time event!  It featured performers dressed in colonial costumes, with live music, dancing and the reenactment of the arrival of the Anza brigade upon horseback.

President, Gerry Hans, gives his warm welcome.


Michael, a native Tongva, serenades the audience as he plays his flute.


Minutes later, the"expedition" arrives on horseback!

Festive costumes; happy to relive history of 240 years ago


Dancing and music followed.
All in all, it was a glorious day.  Next year will be even better, I am sure.

This morning, Sunday,  I hiked approx 7 miles with my dear friend Kiki.  We always engage in stimulating conversations as we walk and talk.

Kiki, at a recently installed trail marker sign, thanks to the efforts of Gerry and many others.



 


Sunday, April 3, 2016

EASTER with FAMILY


Even though it was a bit more of a challenge to travel with a heavily bandaged left arm, we still made our trip back to Southern Illinois to spend Easter with Gerry's family.

I brought along the photo of my arm with the metal plate and screws, just in case I got stopped by security.

My left elbow - I'm still not used to having the metal as part of me!
 
We had a record crowd for the Easter Celebration.  40 of us (27 adults and 13 children) gathered in Decatur, IL at the home of Allan and Kathy, Gerry's brother and sister-in-law.  They have a beautiful, spacious house, which accommodated us all in style.  We feasted on Easter ham, turkey, potatoes, green beans, pasta salads, green salads, jello and bread.  Everything was delicious.

One of the five tables where we sat down to eat.

The youngest of the clan, Hayden, born Oct 19, 2015

After we ate, it was time for the traditional Easter Egg Hunt, in the front yard.  It was a cool, breezy afternoon, perfect weather for the kids to scamper around and find the eggs.

See what you can find when you look underneath the bushes?

Easter eggs everywhere - far and wide. 

What a score!

What a bunch of cute great nieces and nephews!

I had my share of candy, as well as Gerry's mom's famous homemade Easter egg cookies, with the colorful decorative icing, and Kathy's moist coconut cake.  The sugar buzz kept me going on the two hour evening drive back to Gerry's mother's house where we were staying.

Monday Gerry and I took a walk along the bike path near Gerry's mother's house.  We walked a little over 3 miles, which  under normal circumstances doesn't seem far.  However, when you haven't been sleeping well because of a bulky and sore arm, a 3 mile walk seems long...

I'm standing beneath a colorful flowering apricot tree Monday morning at the end of our walk.
Gerry's sister Ginny gave us a tour of the custom house she is building, about 10 minutes away from  historic downtown Alton.  It will be completed in May.  She plans to host Thanksgiving in her new house.  Hopefully we'll make it back....

We enjoyed lunch with Gerry's mom at My Just Desserts, a cute restaurant and bakery in downtown Alton.  Homemade quilts cover the walls and are offered for sale.  It's a quaint cafe and a step back in time.

Gerry and his mother Ann (who turns 89 next month.) 
We flew home on Tuesday afternoon, grateful that we made the trip this Spring.