Tuesday, May 29, 2012
I live in a city. By that I don't mean near a city I mean that I actually live inside the city limits surrounded by roughly a million of my closest friends. I like it here generally but there are times when I need to unplug and run away to my cabin in the mountains.
It was nice up there, you can see the stars at night and it's generally about 20 degrees cooler up there than it is here. We did a lot of hiking and sitting around the fire - very low key and relaxing. I don't think I could live that way all the time, I'm way too hyper for that but a few days is good for the soul.
There is a pair of swan at the lake nearby.
We sat down for a bit to watch them, someone apparently wasn't getting enough attention though.
He has his own backpack that we got him for our vacation next month. This weekend was the first time he's worn it out hiking. He did really well in that he totally ignored it and I enjoyed not having to carry his water. Plus a dog in a backpack gets a lot of attention from other hikers which he's in favor of as a general rule.
I'm afraid that while trying to eat right and all, I was totally not getting enough water in. We're going on a road trip next month. I'm going to have to really focus on doing the right things as far as the diet. It's just a little too easy to find yourself sitting there with a marshmellow on a stick when you sit in front of a fire in the woods.
So on Sunday we went to my parents house under the guise of cooking dinner for them while they were at church but mostly to take showers - we have power at the cabin if you count lights running off a marine battery but not water so no showers there.
Looking through the cabinets in search of spices we discovered an entire cabinet of Gebhardt Chili Powder. Under cross examination they admitted that they've been importing the stuff from Texas for decades. I thought they were nuts but according to what I found via google this is a common psychosis in people who move to the east coast from the south west.
It also may explain why my enchiladas don't turn out exactly like mom's.
oh the NERVE
DH thinks that I'm nuts but I've confiscated a bottle.