A wild day at Lake Padden

The hardiest of the hardy

When I woke this Saturday morning and checked the weather, I wondered who, if any, would be joining Lily and me as we drove off to Lake Padden, where we were scheduled to meet for our 8:00am walk. I knew Cindy would be there, she's the leader, but despite the wind and rain, thirteen of us showed up to brave the elements. And spend time together while making two loops around the lake. If it was simply awful, we could always skip the second loop.

So we set out in wind gusting well above 25mph, while the rain was only spitting at us occasionally. We knew that would change. By the time we were halfway around and in the shelter of the trees, it was like a different world, with the sound of the wind high above us and little rain. But when we came out of the trees, the wind and rain hit us, causing those of us who had taken off our rain gear a chance to pull it all snug around us again.

Some of us called it a day after the first loop, but the majority went on around a second time, with the rain a little stronger and the wind a little less. I was not soaked when we finished, but going out for coffee somewhere didn't tempt me much, as I was not totally dry. Lily and I went off to the Farmers' Market before heading home. At least I got my steps in for the day, and now I can lounge around and enjoy Thanksgiving leftovers once again without any guilt.

The sheltered part of the trail

This picture shows the far side of the 2.6-mile loop, where we cruised along in relative comfort. By the second time around, however, we were glad to finish our Saturday morning adventure without any trees having blown down on us, and without the heavy rain that we knew was coming. And it's here now, as I finish up my post. We've had almost an inch of rain already today! Nice to be inside again.
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Thanksgiving Day 2016

Gene, Leo, and Robert at Starbucks

When I woke this morning and went out to start my Thanksgiving Day, I knew I needed coffee first thing. (I admit to my addictions.) Since Avellino's is closed for the day, I headed over to the local Starbucks, because I knew they would be open. And who showed up but three of my regular Avellino visitors, Gene, Leo, and Robert. I couldn't stay to visit for long, however, because I had signed up to attend a special Gratitude yoga class.

Ingela at Yoga Northwest

Ingela, the founder of Yoga Northwest, an Iyengar style yoga studio, hosted a special yoga class today to benefit the Lighthouse Mission, where a meal costs $2.05 per person, and we donated at least $20 each for the class, all of which goes to the Mission. The studio was packed, and we then had Ingela's instruction for an hour and a half before heading back to our own homes, families, and dinner preparations. As I told Ingela, I had avoided taking her class, because I heard she is very hard. But I really enjoyed her instruction and won't shy away any longer.

My plate for our own special meal

For our own Thanksgiving meal, we were gifted with some of the best sockeye salmon I have ever tasted, from my fisherman friend Gene, along with new potatoes which, to my surprise, are purple, along with a complete roasted romanesco cauliflower, a delicata squash casserole, kale salad and bruschetta garlic bread from the Great Harvest Bread Company.

Me getting ready to toast our incredible feast

As I got ready to toast our scrumptious meal, SG captured this picture of me. He's got one of those iPhone6s phones, which actually (in regular picture mode) captured several frames of me lifting my glass of wine and smiling. This is the only one that came forward, though. I wish all of you, all my dear friends, the very best of days, and please accept my thanks for being such good, good friends. Blessings all around as I hoist my glass to toast a great year ahead.
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Glad we're not hiking this Thursday

Rain, rain and more rain

This Thursday I am thankful for many things, one of them being that we won't be outside trying to maintain a positive outlook in what looks to be three-quarters of an inch of rain. Right now it's raining, but when I walked back from the bus it was mostly dry. Now that I'm inside and watching the rain come down, I'm glad I'm inside. I had a good workout at the gym, warm and cozy indoors.

As you can see from that graph, even though it's wet, it's not all that cold, so getting out and playing in the rain means I can maintain my body heat and then if I don't have to stop while outside and wet, I can easily have as much of a workout as I choose and then dry off. You have to find the upsides wherever you can.

And the other day our barista made a really cool design in Gene's latte, which I captured here. It was fun to watch as he drank it and the design morphed into an elongated headless skeleton.

Chase's delightful dancing skeleton

Well, that's about all I can think of to write in my post today. I am feeling pretty good right now, sleeping well without any assistance (other than melatonin), and my yoga classes are helping me to keep my equilibrium. I hope it's the same for you, and that your Thanksgiving will be filled with lots and lots of love and comfort food. But no tryptophan coma, okay? Read about why turkey makes you sleepy here.
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The rain stayed away for our walk

Walking along Boulevard Park at high tide

As you can see from the sky above us, it was possible that we would be "enjoying" our walk in our usual style: with some wet stuff to keep us hydrated. But it didn't do more than spit at us now and then, as more than twenty women (and one new guy!) walked from the Farmers' Market building down to Boulevard Park and the Bellingham Ferry Terminal. We stopped there quickly to view the artwork on the front of the window, painted by our very own Ellen!

Ellen pointing to her creation

In that oval window is the picture she was commissioned to paint for the season. I thought maybe it would be easier to see from inside, but this is where it looked the best, even if it's a little dim. From here we walked down to the Wastewater Treatment Plant a short distance away, and we were reminded that today is World Toilet Day as we circled the plant before heading back to our starting point.

After we had covered almost seven miles, some of us decided to stop at the local Bagelry and quaff some coffee and bagels. I asked a stranger to take a picture of us. I don't particularly like the way I look in this picture, but since everybody else looks just fine, I'm going to go ahead and publish it.

Having our usual socializing while eating and drinking

It was a lovely way to start our Saturday, and we didn't even get wet, other than from our own sweat (or "glow" since women don't sweat). And now that I'm home and writing this post, I see that it's actually started to rain outside. Another amazing morning.
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Not my favorite hike, but still a great day

Getting ready to start our hike at the trailhead

I was astounded that nineteen Senior Trailblazers showed up at the Senior Center for a hike we call both "Cub Creek" (there isn't one) and "Smith Creek" (because there is one). I've done this hike several times, in rain and sun, as well as just this past March. We had a view then; you can check it out here. The weather forecast was all over the place for today, but we expected that it would continue to improve during the day, and that by lunchtime we might actually have sun and some views.

First view of Lake Whatcom

We start at the level of Lake Whatcom and climb upwards for more than 2,000 feet of elevation, on trails and old logging roads. This was the first time we could see the lake below us, and you can see that the skies were anything but clear. At this point, it wasn't very cold, but we were glad when the light rain finally stopped as we worked our way ever upwards.

This was much easier going

There are sections of this particular hike where we must navigate a nearly nonexistent trail, covered with lots of bushes blocking our way and catching us with their thorns, while watching our step through fallen leaves that are busy hiding obstacles underneath. Once we made our way through that part, it was more like what the above picture shows. No views up here, so there was no reason to climb the mountain as we did in March.

Do we look cold? We certainly were!

When we stopped for lunch, everyone bundled up in whatever they had brought for warmth. I was just fine, except my hands got pretty cold. Nobody wanted to spend much time at lunch, for some reason. And then it was time to leave.

Walking into the fog

As we began our descent, making a loop for part of it (so that we didn't need to go back through the swampy thorny part), we began to warm up again. Nobody was quite ready to take off any warm clothes though, until we saw Lake Whatcom again, from a much higher vantage point.

Lake Whatcom from higher up

You might also notice that the clouds have cleared a little, and we began to get a sun break or two. I've mentioned before that I never knew that phrase until I moved here (sun breaks is entirely accurate), and between the fog and the mist, we got some nice views.

A drop of golden sun

See? A sun break! We were also under the power lines at this point, which were buzzing loudly. Ellen said she once lived under power lines like these, and if she took a fluorescent light bulb and stood under them, it would light up! That made me want to hustle right on by.

Kirk crossing a bridge

As we retraced our steps and finally made it back to the cars, we had a little discussion about how much distance we covered. Of course everyone's devices had a different number, with Al's (as usual) being the lowest number and Melanie's being the highest. I would guess we covered somewhere between nine and ten miles, probably closer to the lower number, but we also climbed 2,300 feet of elevation.

All in all, it was a fine day with little actual rain, not the best views, but frankly some of the finest company in the world. We are all happy to have gone out today and gotten some great exercise. Next Thursday is Thanksgiving, so we won't meet again for two weeks. I think everyone is glad they went today. I know I am.
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Finding my way forward

Romanesco broccoli

Isn't this a beautiful plant? It's a fairly new (at least to me) cross between cauliflower and broccoli, called Romanesco broccoli and looks like a fractal to me. That link from Wikipedia tells me this:

The pattern is only an approximate fractal since the pattern eventually terminates when the feature size becomes sufficiently small. The number of spirals on the head of Romanesco broccoli is a Fibonacci number.

I find that to be incredibly interesting, and since I've actually eaten this plant, I can also tell you that it tastes a little more like cauliflower to me than broccoli. I took this picture last Saturday at the Farmers' Market. Since I tried to grow this plant during our springtime warmth, I was sure impressed with these guys. Mine almost immediately bolted, and I've since learned that it doesn't like a lot of heat and direct sunlight, so farmers around here grow it in the fall.

A week has passed since the election, and I'm feeling less fragile, but still can find myself weeping at unexpected times. It's part of the grieving process, and I'm pretty good at learning how to cope on a daily basis. I have decided not to allow myself to be bitter. Maya Angelou said this:

You should be angry. You must not be bitter. Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. It doesn’t do anything to the object of its displeasure. So use that anger. You write it. You paint it. You dance it. You march it. You vote it. You do everything about it. You talk it. Never stop talking it.

So I'm talking to you right now. I've decided to start giving a monthly allowance to two deserving organizations that I hope will help to mitigate the denial of climate change, which is a real threat to our world stability. Although I'm old enough that I won't see the worst of it, I fear for the young ones.

And I'm wearing a safety pin on my clothes. I read in another blogger's post about the first effect she experienced of wearing her safety pin. She is an elementary school teacher, and one of her students asked her about it. She said that it is to let people know that they can talk to her about anything and feel safe. The child said to her, shyly, "I didn't want anybody to know, but I haven't eaten anything since yesterday, and I have no money." The teacher suddenly realized why this student had been struggling in class, and she immediately took him into the cafeteria and bought him lunch. She also arranged to get him into the program for disadvantaged kids. Maybe he's homeless, I don't know, but that safety pin gave him a chance to talk about his hunger.

But it's just a tiny little symbol that means little in the scheme of things. Actually giving money to those organizations made me feel a whole lot better!
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Pinning ourselves together

Lynn, me, and Lily

Once again this morning, lots and lots of women gathered together to walk in the rain, this time because we needed the fellowship of one another in our grief about the election. More than twenty of us went out on a windy and rainy walk, right around five miles. Last night I finally got a decent night's sleep, and that has made a huge difference in my state of mind.

From Heidi's b00n00k Instagram page

Then we three went to the Farmer's Market and I asked someone to take a picture of us so that I could send it to Carol in North Carolina. It turned out to be Barbara, a talented potter, who was wearing a safety pin on her collar. Lynn (who always seems to know everything before I do), praised her for the sentiment. In fact, Barbara was passing out safety pins to those who asked about it and felt they wanted to let people know that we, too, are friendly to the cause. The movement started with the "Brexit" vote and has now come to us in America so that we can let immigrants, refugees, and Muslims know they are "safe" with us.

One of Barbara's beautiful plates

On this, the fourth day after the election results, I am now finally beginning to come out of my despair and feel that there will be many good things to come that it's just not possible to know at the moment. I was surprised to learn that only 54% of the electorate even bothered to vote. The citizens in so many countries around the world would give anything to have that privilege.
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