So. I’ve been busy.
Two Fridays ago, Dad and I hiked part of South Sister and skied some laps.
I had to start out in sneaks and carry my skis.
Dad carried his skis and my boots.
The snow was sun-cupped and tricky. Maybe you can see the huge dimples in the surface…
But I still skied like the champ that I am.
After a couple of runs we skied/hiked out.
And had a late afternoon Cliq chair picnic.
Two days later, we went backpacking. We tried to find somewhere quiet and pretty, so we chose the Black Canyon Wilderness.
Here I am, ready to go.
One minute into the hike, there was a river crossing.
A few minutes later, there was another.
And then another.
And so it went, for FOURTEEN river crossings.
The trail was quiet.
It did not appear that many folks had hiked here – so we had to make our way through long grass and sometimes hunt for the trail.
It was very pretty and we didn’t see a soul, but we did see 6 rattlesnakes and countless other slithery reptiles and there was cheatgrass everywhere – leaving painful grass seeds in our socks and shoes.
After we set up camp, I tried out my new filter bottle from Uncle Chris. Awesome.
It was Father’s Day, so The Mother made us take many pictures.
The next day, it was cold and rainy. No one was particularly excited for the hike out, but we soldiered on.
We took a roundabout way home from our trip and stopped in Portland for the night. We ate dinner at a Vietnamese restaurant. We had fresh salad rolls: vermicelli noodles, carrots, bean sprouts, lettuce and basil. Wrapped in rice paper, served with homemade peanut sauce.
The Mother had Banh Xeo Chay crispy crepe: a savory crepe stuffed with shiitake mushrooms, bean sprouts, jicama, served with fresh lettuce and dipping sauce.
Dad had ginger chicken in a clay pot: braised chicken in caramelized shallot soy sauce with fresh ginger, served with jasmine rice.
I had the Sai Gon combo: vermicelli noodles with an assortment of grilled chicken pork, beef and shrimp. Served with fish sauce dressing
When we got home to Bend, I took Dad to the Yacht Club (thanks, Pop).
I’ve been in a planting kind of mood and bought flowers for and planted six pots for the front walkway.
Mom’s friends Katie and Brad have a boat and fly fishing equipment. They offered to take us ‘drifting’ on the Deschutes and show us how to fly fish. We went on Saturday.
It was 91 degrees out, so we were overjoyed to stop along the river and stand in its chilly waters trying to catch fish all day. It was absolutely beautiful and a ton of fun. Thankfully, Katie didn’t tell mom how much a fly fishing rod costs until we were all done using theirs…
On Sunday, I hit the trails and tried out some new moves I learned in mountain bike camp.
I made two meals since my last update. My, now, famous chicken marbella.
And, I attempted to recreate the yummy dinner I had a Pelican Brewing. Brats and bacon sauerkraut. The meal at the restaurant came with potatoes but The Bigs said I needed to make a green vegetable, so I made brussel sprout salad.
Mom made kimichi pancakes
and superhero muffins.
Wow! All good (and exhausting). I’ m not a big fan of rattlesnakes, however.
Wow bike riding hiking fishing cooking. Oh eating. When do you ever sleep😂
Wow!!! That’s a great blog 👍so many activities. I liked the fly fishing best. It seemed to be the least dangerous. That chicken Marbella recipe better come out here with you. It looks wonderful. You certainly have a green thumb. Your planters are so much nicer than mine. A lot more color and variety. Great work. 🥰
Looks like Fathers’s Day(s) was a great success. Personally, I could have done without the cheat grass and 6 rattlesnakes!
Frits Thaulow
Norwegian, 1847-1906
Skiers at the Top of a Snow-covered Hill,
1894
Oil on canvas
Frits Thaulow traveled within Norway to depict skiers in the county of Telemark, west of Oslo, known as the birthplace of skiing. The sport was quickly becoming a popular pastime, especially among the wealthier classes in the late 19th century. Though the location depicted in this work is unknown, Thaulow likely painted it in November 1894, when he returned to Norway from France following the death of his mother. Utilizing an unusual vantage point, Thaulow emphasizes the expanse of snow crisscrossed with the distant skiers’ tracks and footprints.
Gift of Miss Aimée and Miss Rosamond Lamb, 1978 1978.681…
Your latest ski with the dimples reminds me of this painting I saw this at the MFA this past week.
How do you three do all you do?? Phew! is all I can say!
Em, your choice at the Vietnamese restaurant looked the best choice to me. Your famous chicken marbella looked rather good to me too.
Loved the pics of you fly-fishing…what fun that must have been!
Father’s Day weekend activities seemed like a perfect celebration for Dad!
PS — When DOES the skiing end??