It was time for a vacation around our house last week. We have been working machines for the last few months and it was time to pack up and check out for a bit. We took to Lower Lewis River Falls with our favorite camping companions for our annual camping trip to enjoy the fire glow, camp meals, beautiful scenery, and of course fun & laughter. The weather was kind, the water was crisp, and the views were unforgettable.
Although I’ve grown fond of my current home, I don’t quite belong in the suburban area of Olympia. I am naturally drawn to the extremes of a big city or small town. Lately, it’s definitely been on the smaller side of things. This is best demonstrated when I use my spare time to do a little homesteading. This can be anywhere from using local flora for decor, or making preserves from local bounties.
After a trip to my Gram’s orchard, I found myself with two large crates of our family pears amongst apples and Italian prunes. In hopes of avoiding waste (and fruit flies), I took to the kitchen with mason jars and some patience. Pears were 1st.
The method is so simple:
Wash & Rinse
Cut pears in half
Remove the core
Peel and chunk
Add a squeeze of local honey and lemon juice in the bottom of each jar
Add the pears with some hot water
And finish in a water bath to seal
No unnatural additives, just pure, sweet home pears.
There’s this summer song that comes to mind when I get a chance to hear waves while I sit in the sunshine. It’s by The Avett Brothers– appropriately named ” At the Beach.”
I was fortunate enough to enjoy the sand, the wind, and the sunsets of Washington’s Long Beach for a few days last week. My day-time hours were filled with a lot of day-job work, but the evenings were filled with free time and the chance to explore. I hiked around Cape Disappointment to feast my eyes on Washington’s best lighthouses (that I frankly had no idea existed.)
I splurged on delicious seafood and local brew, thanks to the sunny beach-side view of The Pickled Fish, and walked for miles up and down the sand playing with every dog that passed. I browsed and chatted at the adorable Wooden Horse gift shop and had the best roasted almonds of my life during an evening walk on the beach. I missed most of the Kite Festivities from getting out after 5:30, but the beach by itself was just the therapy I needed.
It was time to pack up, power down, and go straight to the lake for me and one of my best friends. No husbands. No children (both human and canine). Just girls. We met on White Pass at Indian Creek Campground and spent the entire day fishing (and reading) at Clear Lake. It was a beautiful little blue paradise. Mt. Rainier was on my trail home, and I couldn’t resist a stop to take it all in. Even though only one fish was caught for the weekend, we both were able to unwind and reconnect. Such a relaxing little mini trip.
Twins! When this mom-to-be contacted me, I was pleasantly surprised to hear they are expecting twin girls! We spent the morning at Wapato Park in Tacoma, Washington. It was a perfect place for photos with a large white pergola, walking trails, and green grass. Congratulations to this sweet family!
There’s this place- a place where you feel a million miles away but still so connected to everything around you. It is quiet, it is vast, and it feels old.
This place, is Frenchman Coulee, The Feathers. I spent a few years climbing these beautiful columns (final photo is from that time) and couldn’t resist the urge to stop, smell the sage, and take in the view on my way across the state this week.
Although I no longer climb here, I still feel so free in this place.
I spent a morning with these sisters (their folks, too) at Tumwater Falls for a quick photo session. The occassion was that there was a graduate in the mix and all the family was together in one place for the first time in years. One lives in British Columbia, one in Seattle, and one in Panama! I love when I can share the joy with a family at a time like this.