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91/365 Happy April Fools Day!

Image by Mykl Roventine via Flickr

Ghost Twittering? It doesn’t surprise me.

Reading articles like this makes me thankful that Bush is no longer our President.

Spokane residents smuggle dishwashing detergent from Idaho.

Did the Google cameras capture the image of a Victorian ghost?

It is so refreshing to have a president that we can be proud of. Amazing what can happen when two people get together and talk to each other. Like adults.

Happy April Fools Day!

Snow Shoeing

Travel and Other Adventures

Raf and I went snow shoeing for the first time on Sunday with some friends of our from work. Can I say? It was a blast! I think I am hooked. It was so great getting outside into the fresh air and wilderness again. I have missed it! Raf and I usually go on a weekend hike and have for years and years. That is, until we moved to Spokane and experienced winter. The snow and ice has kept us indoors for the most part on the weekends. And it kind of sucks. But snow shoeing! Wow! What a great way to get out and get some exercise in this weather!

The day was absolutely gorgeous! Nice and sunny. And kind of warm, too. It had to be close to 40 degrees up there. I actually got quite warm and peeled off several layers. This could have been because I was working pretty hard. Snow shoeing is quite the calorie-burner!
There was one sort of scary mishap. We were bushwhacking up a ridge and were going over a fallen tree. Since the snow was weaker there I fell into a hole and got stuck. Thank goodness I was with some experts. They got me out of there without a hitch. I started to kind of panic but they said that falling into holes is kind of common and happens to everyone. And, indeed, it did happen a couple of times to other people. So it is something I should be prepared for if I go again. The thing that I loved about it was that I could go places that would be completely un-passable in the summer. We trekked over what would be thick brush and bushes if it weren’t for the snow.

Getting up there and down from there was kind of a trip. We almost hit a deer that jumped out right in front of us. I am sooo glad we didn’t hit it. And then on the way back down the mountain we were driving around a corner and came upon a truck that was on it’s side and three young men were climbing out of the driver’s side window. The wreck had just happened. We stopped and tried to help them. We couldn’t do much except make sure they could get a ride to where they needed to go, which we did. The wanted us to help them push thier billion ton truck back onto it’s wheels but we didn’t think that was a good idea. We all have back problems and didn’t think we wanted to kill ourselves trying to help them in this way. Leave that to the professionals!

The world is so small


I was shifting government documents in the “I” section today (Department of Interior). There are all kinds of documents in this section, from Indian affairs, to earthquake information, to geological information, to state park information, to water info, etc, etc. As I was moving these things, one of them caught my eye. There was a one-page pamphlet, published in the sixties, on the water plan of Dalton Gardens, ID. “Why did this catch your eye”, you ask? Well, because Dalton Gardens, ID. is where my grandparents lived in this house.
Dalton Gardens is this obscure little town located very near Cour d ‘Alene, Idaho. I don’t even think you can call it a town, really. It is (or was when I lived in Spokane), a bunch of houses clustered around the high school. There is a butcher shop, and I think there is now a mall.

I have very fond memories of my grandparent’s house. They had a small farm and every once in a while they would have an animal or two, such as sheep or chickens, and then the animal would be gone after a time. My brother and I loved the two sheep that they had for a while. We were kind of devastated when they were suddenly gone and my grandparents had “lovely” ┬áback rests on their recliners.

That memory really isn’t horrifying, as it may seem. My grandparents came from a different time, where animals were meant for food, not for making friends with. Mostly, when I think of this house and Dalton Gardens itself, I think of happy, carefree times.

Who knew that a library in Santa Clara would be receiving some document on the water plan of this town, and that, thirty years later, someone who has fond memories of this obscure little town would look at this and be reminded of her grandparents. I’m probably the only person who has even looked at this piece of paper since it was checked in.