Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Putting up Peaches

It's time for Palisade Peaches in Colorado! We bought two boxes from the Castle Rock Rotary club. They hauled them over from the Western Slope last weekend and today they are perfectly ripe!
Here I am in the messy kitchen! The cleaning lady couldn't make it today and I'm glad because the kitchen is dreadful now. Floor's a little sticky. You know how it is.

We got through 1.5 boxes tonight and will finish the rest tomorrow. It will be great to have sweet juicy peaches in February. Bickmeiers, we'll break some out for the ski trip!

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Tokyo Christmas


Tokyo Christmas - 1997, originally uploaded by dwhenne.

Found this photo in my Dad's pictures - it's the Hennes in Tokyo 10 years ago! We are using our bodies to block a large electrical box because as everyone knows, there is no natural beauty in Japan without a piece of concrete in front of it.

Breaking Camp


Had to stick in a few more pictures. These cabins, across the lake from our campsite, were used to house German POWs in World War II. They brought them out here to do some logging. Sure beats getting shot at.
Ryan making sure the fire is out.

Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.


Monday, September 1, 2008

Back at Camp

Post-hike was a good time for some tunes! No shower facilities in Colorado State Parks, so here I am lookin' gross.
Dinner time! We made "hobo stew" - a bunch of veggies and some sausage doused in beer and all wrapped up in tinfoil. It was excellent, if I say so myself.


Misery...does it really love Company?

Now, the truth is that I HATE hiking. At least, I hate hiking out West. Back home, you're invariably trekking over mostly flat terrain through a beautiful pine forest dotted with lovely little lakes. Out here, you're invariably going UP in search of a "beautiful view" and stomping up a dusty, rock strewn trail. So you get to stand somewhere for a few minutes checking out a nice view, but you've spent the last few hours staring at a rocky dirt trail so you don't trip on a rock and twist your ankle. I can't think of a less pleasant activity. That, however, does not stop me from occasionally going stark raving mad and thinking a hike is a good idea. Which is why we found ourselves hiking 4.5 miles straight up a mountain in search of the Ruby Jewel, a glacial lake above the tree line. This is me at the trailhead proper. This is after hiking three miles of 45 degree rocky dirt roads. Ryan made me laugh in this picture, so it doesn't adequately portray the sheer misery of this hike. I'm very disappointed that I didn't take any pictures of the dirt road so that you could see why it was so horrible. Naturally, we only took pictures of the pretty stuff! Like this waterfall. I wanted to stop for a while and just enjoy it, but Ryan, being a Wood, felt an urgent need to press on. It was at about this point that I decided this marriage was just not going to work out after all.
Almost there! Here's the view about half a mile from the top. FABULOUS. But part of the misery of a hike is that when you see something this great you think, "Wow, things must be AMAZING at the top!" Don't be fooled. Your first clue here should be that in order to GET to the top, you have to climb over the rockslide in the foreground.

Here I am just past the rock field. ALMOST THERE. At this point there's so little oxygen that I was basically willing myself up the hill. Yes, I'm an altitude pansy. But 12000 feet is no joke.

Surely the lake must be just over that ridge! It's going to be STUNNING! The most wonderful thing we've ever seen!!!

And here is the great disappointment that is Ruby Jewel Lake. Yup, that's the entire size of it. Where I come from, this is a POND and no one in their right mind would encourage someone else to hike 5 MILES UP A MOUNTAIN to see it!!! My legs feel that its unfair to make them suffer just so that my eyes can enjoy a nice view.

Remind me to NEVER do that again.

Chippies!


There was some sort of chipmunk colony living under our campsite. They were FAT and sassy and not scared of us at all. I suspect they're used to being fed. They've learned how to beg and look forlorn. But I knew that they all harbored a secret ambition to find a blanket and chew giant holds in it.Here's a chippie checking out Ryan's fire poker. Maybe it's a snack?

Here's some CHIPPIE ACTION - making a dash past the cooler.I just love their little stripes!