Showing posts with label high desert. Show all posts
Showing posts with label high desert. Show all posts

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Big Sky Country


"I wanna meet you in the big sky country
Just wanna prove, mama, love can last, yeah.
Like hallelujah in the big sky country,
Just like forever and ever is why,
Be getting over in the big sky country, 
Big kissing time, kissing time goodbye,"

Big Sky Country by Chris Whitley

The big expanse,
surrounded and embraced by
tall snowy mountains,
holds me
softly,
with the clouds
and the sweet
mooing of cows 
late at night.
Stars shooting,
cold air,
we wait
for more
and not knowing,
we hold our breath,
exhale in 
wonder,
There, see!

Peace

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Junkyard dogs

Dandy and Bode are always with me.

Whenever I look up I can see at least one of them.



The other is probably tucked under my feet.

Their fur is woven into crochet projects.

They are the first to greet me in the morning.

Mostly to remind me it's breakfast time.

We've traveled thousands of miles together.

Bode sleeps under my bed.

They are my cooking companions, chief floor lickers.

Companions, comforters, consolers, cheerleaders, cuties.

Our high desert retreat features the delightful Red.

His old girl, faithful and friendly.

We spent a lot of time outside together.

Best friends.


Peace


Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Up and Over

What?  Winter?  What's winter?

And so I found myself happily enjoying a fine week at my favorite high desert retreat, cooking, walking the boys on crispy cool mornings, washing and waxing the fleet, hammering some new designs in the woodsy scented shop and generally enjoying the days and loving the star filled nights.

We bought superb pie pumpkins and roasted them for a pumpkin pie.  It was the perfect fall week.

Sunday night we were disappointed to find the stars obscured by clouds which blocked our meteor shower viewing.  I needed to head back over the mountain on Monday morning and woke early to the scent of fresh rain with the newsman showing us the snow covered Donner Pass.

Chain control, shit.

Delaying a couple of days was not possible, had to go anyway.

I have gotten lazy about having a snow kit in my FJ, which was a given in Minnesota by mid October if you're smart.  I had no boots, no gloves, no warm coat, no hat and no chains.  However, unless it's really bad the FJ doesn't have to be chained and is such a tank it barely notices bad weather.

I've spent my life driving in terrible conditions, deep cold, wet snow, driving rain, blowing and drifting snow, you name it I've probably driven though it.  But heading over the pass isn't something I'd do on a whim, mainly because of all the drivers who don't have my experience and thus have no fear, those are the dangerous ones and often you can't avoid them.

Here's the day...

 Cruising south on 395, stunning clouds all around, snow dusting the mountains.

Heading up 80 from Reno, not so bad.

 Getting more serious but still pretty easy.

Hmmmm, waiting in line to get through chain control.  Big truck, big truck, big truck, Mini Cooper, big truck, big truck.

 Discovering that being stopped can give you the most magnificent view ever.  Here it got sort of rough, deep  wet snow, not safe to take pics.

And heading down from the summit, piece of cake.

It was warm enough to be mostly wet with the excitement of one or two poor folk who ended up over the side or in a bank.  I was planning to stop at the highest rest stop to let the boys play in the snow, but a car had spun out and blocked the exit.  I wonder why he thought he could drive through snow that was deeper than his undercarriage?

Make sure you click on the pics to see them BIG.

I had a great time until I got into Colfax and my phone started blaring a severe weather warning, TORNADO!  WTF?

Truth, we had a whole evening of tornado sightings and a small touch down in Yuba City  I got home and spent the evening fairly close to an interior closet, just in case.

Glad to be home.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Train Station

Which is sort of what my house has become, a place to swing in, unpack bags, wash laundry, pack bags and go again.



Two shots of the high desert sky at sunset.

Off again today for an adventure with my man, rendezvous to drop off my truck, meet his family (!) and then back again for a get together with a best friend.

AND then, home for a day and off to Texas next week.  Where I will play tourist for a couple of days while I wait for my loved ones to either return from trips to NY or finish big work projects.

THEN, home with three days to prepare for the Open Studios Tour, after which it will be the middle of October, what?

Peace