Feb 3, 2014 OMG! Seahawks are Superbowl Champs!!

Hiking up to the peak on Friday.

Driving back up the short-cut on Saturday
with Dinga in the lead.

Friday 1/31. The fog was soon chased from the canyons and valleys alike to leave a day of dazzling blue and white for all to enjoy, Up Here and Down There.

After lunch we all traipsed out for a hike.  Up to the peak and down along the fence line on the east slope, then back up the driveway.  Shorter than some hikes, but longer than our normal daily outings.  So many rabbit and deer tracks along the fence!  I was quite surprised at all the signs of activity just out of sight from the house.  

Back home, I resumed making valentines.  On Wednesday we had received some great photos and videos from our son in Alabama of the grandchildren sledding down their snow-covered hill in plastic laundry baskets and I looked at all of them again, and again. . .

Also started another book today, Blue-Eyed Devil by Robert B. Parker.  I'd been saving it since Christmas but just couldn't wait any longer.

This evening, being pizza and a movie night, we watched Oblivion with Tom Cruise.  Excellent!

Saturday 2/1.  It was 13 and foggy when we got up, but the fog melted away as the sun arose.  Where the breeze had blown the snow off the branches, it was white again with rime.  Colder than average temperatures are in the forecast for the next several days, along with some possible snow flurries.

After breakfast and dishes, I defrosted the refrigerator and baked some more banana coffee cake.  Also finished my Robert B. Parker book.  So entertaining!

We took a ride in MAX after lunch and soon discovered that it wasn't fog at all, but low clouds.  We drove half-way down the short-cut to my brother's place, to just before the first really steep part, then back to the end of our driveway and turned up to Erno's property.  A beautiful and invigorating ride.  Jesse had run up to Erno's instead of following us down and we didn't see him again until we got up there.  Then he discovered another fresh trail and ran down as we were going back up.  He didn't get back home til about a half an hour after we did.  Still must be lots of traffic around.

JB made bread sticks to have with our dinner of chili instead of cornbread.  Yummm!

By mid afternoon the sky was mostly clear although a few wispy cloud remnants still hugged the mountain sides.  As soon as the sun started to set, the fog crept into the valley.

We watched more of Pride and Prejudice this evening.  It is the 1996 version from BBC/A&E with Colin Firth, and so very well done.

Sunday 2/2.  It was 8 with a light overcast this morning that soon broke into a blue and white patchwork.  No fog to be seen.

JB made eggs and pancakes this morning that we enjoyed with Elsie's delicious blueberry jam.  And we enjoyed a quiet, inside day.  JB worked on his computer a bit, posting January's stats of temperature and snowfall.  We received 11-3/4".  Still way behind for the winter.

I worked on Valentines and some paper/magazine sorting (winter projects).  Larry called to invite us down to watch the Superbowl, but we were into our projects and more into hockey than football.  Maybe we should have gone and seen history being made.  Sounds like the Seahawks romped right over the Broncos and marched into the history books.  I really never thought it would happen, especially with Denver, their nemesis for so many years.  

Monday 2/3.  Sometime during the night another 3/4" of snow covered Rose Camp.  It wasn't snowing at 6:00 am when I let the dogs out, but when JB got up at 7:30 am it was and the temperature was 10 degrees.  So he got dressed and slogged up to the solar panels to clean them off.  They are on the south ridge, a little more than 300' from the battery shed.  Just one more reason to have them as close to the house as possible. . .

Thought for the day: Individuality is the aim of political liberty.  By leaving to the citizen as much freedom of action as comports with order and the rights of others, the institutions render him truly a free man.  He is left to pursue his means of happiness in his own manner. James Fenimore Cooper.
(If only. . .  WR)