Ironman 70.3 in Oceanside - Its a Family Thing

I would not have normally planned a 4-day trip during lambing season, but the date was set when my kids asked if they could give my husband a special Christmas gift. They wanted to enter a half-Ironman event as a relay team that included Dan. That was his Christmas surprise! The Oceanside Ironman 70.3 was April 1. Matt and Chris have both competed in Ironman events, full length as well as half. We have always gone to support them and now they wanted to include Dan in the event itself. Oceanside is about an 8-hour drive so we needed to leave on Thursday to be able to check in on Friday.

Katie flew in from Texas to be here for the family event. She went with us in the car while the others flew to San Diego.

Valley and hill covered in brilliant green grass with bright blue sky and white clouds.

The recent (and seemingly nonstop) rain in northern California made for brilliant landscapes which I photographed from the back seat.

The brilliant green, blue, yellow, and white have given me ideas for planning a woven piece using those colors.

Getting into southern California we saw remnants of the unusual extreme weather south of us. No more travel photos because I have lots of others to share.

View of the ocean with yellow flowers in the foreground.

We got to Oceanside in the evening and had time for a look at the ocean. We always think of southern California beaches as sunny and warm. Sunny, yes. Warm, no. Just as in northern California right now, it was unseasonably cool…

…although wouldn’t guess that looking at the kids. (Thanks to Kaleena for some of this photo and some in the next posts.)

Ironman 70.3 in Indian Wells - Part 2

I had too many photos for one blog post so I turned this story into two. The first is here.

Meryl, Chris, and Dan in the dark parking lot with cars behind them.

On Sunday we set the alarm for 4:15 a.m. and drove to the venue where we could park and catch shuttle buses to the swim venue.

People in line to get on school buses in the dark.

There were plenty of buses to get the athletes to the swim start and after the athletes all had seats the spectators could get on. We got to Lake Cahuilla by about 5:30 and the race wouldn’t start until 7. So there was a lot of time spent standing around in the cold and the dark and waiting. The athletes collected their decontaminated wetsuits and eventually found their places in the line of swimmers based on their anticipated finish times.

Rows of bikes staged for the Ironman with mountains in the background

Here is a view of the rows and rows of bikes.

Chris in a wetsuit standing with Meryl with palm trees in the background.

Meryl and Chris before the start of the race.

People crowded around lake watching start of race.

The pro-athletes went first starting at 7 a.m. The people in the water are the pros. All the others are self-positioning based on their projected times.

People in wetsuits and green swim caps lined up near lake.

The non-pros entered the water in a “rolling start” about ten minutes later. I think they released 3 swimmers every 5 seconds…or was it 5 swimmers every 3 seconds? Something like that.

Spectators at the edge of the lake watching swimmers. Mountains in the background.

Dan and Meryl and I had to be patient, waiting for Chris to get to the start. Even though it was light by now it was still very cold. The sun was behind clouds for a couple of hours.

Athletes in wetsuits and green swim caps in front of an Ironman tent.

The cold was a concern for the athletes. This is a shallow lake and the water temperature fluctuates a lot with air temperature. The lake temperature was about 57 degrees.

Lake with dozens of swimmers racing around yellow buoys  with mountains behind.

I took this after all of the swimmers had entered the water. They swam on the left side of the yellow cones, around the far red cones, to a cone that is out of the photo to the right.

Swimmers coming out of the lake and running up sand path.

After passing around the far cone, they swam back to the finish and got out of the water.

Blue and white bags hanging in rows on racks with mountains in the background.

There was a slight run to where the bags were hanging and then to the bike.

Cyclists walking their bikes to the start of the bike portion of the Ironman.

At the start of the bike portion there was a sharp left turn that went up a hill. Some chose to walk/run through that area while others struggled, especially if they started out in the wrong gear to climb the hill. This was the last place we saw Chris until the end of the bike portion.

School buses lined up with people sitting on the ground waiting to get on. Palm tree in the foreground.

All of us spectators had to wait to get on the buses until after 9. There had to be time for the last swimmer to exit the water, get on the bike and ride beyond the narrow road where the buses would exit.

Cyclist walking his bike after dismounting at the end of the bike race. Palm trees behind.

The buses took us back to the Tennis Club grounds where everything else was staged. We only saw Chris as he finished the bike portion and ran into the bike/run transition zone.

Runners on the street with blue sky above.

This is close to half way on the 13.1 mile run. The athletes ran this loop twice.

Large lawn with view of athletes racing  in the mid-ground and mountains in the background.

This is just to give a view of the landscape. The runners are in the middle of the photo running next to the lawn. The hills and sky made a beautiful setting.

Runner in foreground with tree and building in background.

This is the second time past this point. Chris reported feeling pretty hot. That’s not surprising now that he lives in Idaho and the current highs are in the 20s or 30s. At this point we had to scurry to get inside the tennis club grounds so we could be at the end when Chris got there.

Chris running through chute at end of Ironman with arm stretched out.

I don’t have a good photo of the finish, but Chris looks good here.

Chris and Meryl after the race. Chris wearing Ironman medal.

And Chris and Meryl both look great here at the end. Nice medal, Chris! And we’re proud of you.

By the way, one of the things the athletes were given in the gear bags was a white plastic wrist band. They were told to honor a volunteer by giving it to the person who helped the most. The next day on the way home, after dropping Chris and Meryl at the airport, I looked for something in the center console of the car and found the wristband and a note from Chris. He said that we earned the wristband for the support we have given him over these last years. Isn’t that touching?

Ironman 70.3 in Indian Wells - Part 1

We spent a weekend away from the farm to hang out with Chris and Meryl at the Ironman 70.3 held in Indian Wells, near Palm Springs. They both signed up to do this event long ago but what with a move to Idaho and Life Complications they deferred to this year. Meryl is injured and didn’t compete but we all went to support Chris. Meryl flew to Palm Springs on Saturday morning and we picked her up before heading to the Ironman venue.

Grassy area with vendor booth and an arch that says Ironman Village.

This is a view of the entry to the Ironman Village. This staging area was at a huge tennis pavillion and is the location of the bike/run transition and the finish. The planning and infrastructure that is part of the Ironman event is astounding. As you look through these photos imagine all the work that happens behind the scenes prior to this event and all of the equipment needed to set up the venues. I wrote about the Sacramento Ironman in October here and mentioned some of the issues. They have held this event at Indian Wells for a few years now and they have eliminated all the pitfalls.

Chris spreading gear out on the parking area to attach stickers with his entry number.

Chris picked up the transition bags and a page of stickers with his number. The order of events is always Swim, Bike, Run. and the athletes try to get through the transitions as smoothly and quickly as they can—it’s all part of the accumulated time. In the Swim/Bike transition they have to strip off the wetsuit and pick up the helmet and cycling shoes and any other clothing or gear needed for the bike. They may change into other shorts or wear what they were wearing under the wetsuit, but maybe add sleeves or legs for cold weather. There are gear bags to hold the next outfit and to stash what is being left behind. Chris has experience with this so has it pretty well planned out, but it is important to get everything right. Each bag has the athlete number. There were over 1800 participants—that’s a lot of bags if they get mixed up.

People standing around an above ground plastic pool filled with water.

An unusual addition for this event was the decontamination of the wetsuits. This was to prevent introduction of the quagga mussel into the lake.

Three rows of wetsuits on racks with mountains in the background.

Wetsuits were held in chlorinated water for 15 seconds and then hung to dry. Each athlete was given a tag to attach to the wetsuit to show it had been dunked. On race-day morning no one without that tag was to be allowed in the water.

Putting numbered stickers on bike and gear.

The next step was to leave the bike and gear bag, all properly numbered, at the racks set up in the swim-bike transition area.

Sign that says No Swimming in front of a reservoir with hills in the background.

Before we left the lake for the day I noticed this sign.

We went back to the hotel and, wanting to give Meryl and Chris a chance to relax (and me not wanting to watch football for 4 hours), Dan and I went off in search of something to explore.

Life size sculpture of big horn sheep ram.

We drove not far out of town to the Visitor Center for the Santa Rosa and San Jacinto Mountains National Monument. This bighorn ram stands guard outside. The visitor center and the gates were closing in about 20 minutes so we did a brief walk along a nature trail nearby and then drove to a parking area where we could access another trail.

Highway sign of bighorn sheep along road against rocky slope.

The main road was far off but I was able to zoom in on this sign.

Sign on Rock that says Randall Henderson Trail with desert view in the background

We stopped at a 2.5 mile trail that makes a loop through the desert terrain.

Dan walking on dry sandy trail in the desert with dry hills in the background.

Starting out on the trail.

Desert trail with mountains in the background.

This is looking back towards the Visitor Center and the San Jacinto Mountains.

Close up of cactus with lots of spines.
Close up of cactus in desert landscape.

There are several varieties of cactus out here.

Sunset behind mountains with desert landscape in foreground.

It was getting to be dusk by the time we were ending the hike.

Brilliant orange and pink sunset over mountain silhouette.

We were able to enjoy a beautiful sunset over the distant mountains.

Veteran's Day - Thinking of Mom

My Mom was a veteran. I wish I could share more about her time served. We have photos and letters but haven’t taken on the project of organizing them to learn the story now that it’s too late to ask her. When I read the letters several years ago I got the feeling that she was a very different person at that time than the one I knew as Mom. That makes sense because she was 27 or so and became a mom at age 38. In the years that I have memories she was in her late 40’s and older and a much different person then.

This blog post is just meant to gather some of the photos that I scanned quite awhile ago and just found on my computer. My daughter and I have talked of putting Mom’s letters together in a book, transcribing the hand-written ones. I thought of this after seeing a Ken Burn’s show on World War II because of the way he followed the lives of people involved in the war. I think her letters provide a glimpse of the everyday person’s life at that time. I hope that one of us has time to follow through on that project someday.

Young women WACs in the barracks near their bunk beds.

The writing on this photo says “We prepare for inspection. April, 1943.”

Three young women crowding around the bunk beds in army barracks.

“Relaxation after Saturday (?) inspection.”

I don’t have details on most of the photos. I know that she was in Palm Springs.

Letter typed on letterhead from Palm Springs Air Transport Command in 1943.

Here is one letter that I scanned. I have a binder (somewhere) with the others, or maybe my daughter has that now. I’m feeling like I want to follow through on this now. I found this link that explains the origin of the WAACs (Women’s Auxiliary Army Corp) in 1941 and the conversion to the WACs (Women’s Army Corp) in 1943.

Woman in office behind desk with map on the wall and marked 1943.

I have no details on the rest of these photos.

Young woman in Army uniform in 1943.
Young woman in Army uniform in front of vine covered building in 1943.
Head shot of woman in Army dress uniform in 1943.
Letter of thanks for serving in the Armed Forces signed by Harry Truman.

Maybe there will be future posts if I ever find time to dig deeper into this.

A Three Year Anniversary

Panorama view of barn and sunset.

When you live in the flat land it is nice to climb up high and get a view of the surroundings. This is a panorama view of our property from the top of an 80-bale haystack.

Looking down off top of haystack to barn and Border collie.

You also have to get on top of the haystack to throw bales down to feed. Here is another photo looking down—that’s Rusty below. That is the last photo I took on October 14, 2019. I have no idea how I fell off, but my husband found me on the cement below in a coma.

I’m almost embarrassed to show these next photos, because I look so terrible, but those of you who follow this blog know it’s about real life, and I’ve been thinking about this a lot this week. I keep seeing posts on social media about the Sheep and Wool Festival in Rhinebeck, NY that was this weekend, and my friends and I were supposed to be there in 2019. We had airline tickets and a place to stay. Then this happened and they all stayed home.

Woman in protective helmet and backbrace

This is the next picture that shows up on my phone, taken November 13 at the Kaiser Rehab Center in Vallejo. A big piece of skull had been removed from my head, so I had to wear that charming helmet (later replaced with my son’s snowboarding helmet). I also had a fracture of T-7/T-8 so had to wear that wonderful brace.

This was taken November 16 when I finally came home.

Woman in wheel chair with holiday lights and candy cane.

This was taken November 29. Trying to get into the holiday spirit? What is significant about this photo is that blanket and the paper with the yarns attached. My good friend, Mary, warped her loom and invited a lot of Farm Club and other friends to come to her house and weave their choice of yarns to create a blanket for me.

Yarn samples on card with descriptions of yarn.

I still have this card on my wall with the yarn descriptions and all the friends who participated.

And of course I have the blanket—that is a very special gift.

I found this photo from January 8—it looks as though the brace is gone but my husband said I was still wearing it most of the time. I’m wearing the snowboarding helmet because there was only my skin over the big hole in my head. By the way, that would not be the same haystack but it does show how tall they are. I know other people who have fallen from haystacks—one landed on his feet I guess because he broke both ankles. Another suffered multiple broken bones and some internal injuries and had a long recovery.

This was taken later that month—same pjs, different shoes.

Woman after surgery with ice packs on head.

There is a lot that I have forgotten, or never knew, about that whole episode. I do remember that it took a long time before we could finally schedule the surgery (“elective”) to replace the part of the skull that was removed. We had a date for about February 7. We showed up for the surgery and were told that the skull piece was on a plane that had broken down in Atlanta. Who knew that body parts are stored somewhere on the East Coast? Fortunately it arrived the next day and I had the surgery. This is with ice packs on my head.

Post surgery view of skull with lots of stitches.

This gives you an indication of how much of the skull was removed. The stitches are where the skin flap was sewn back together. After the surgery recovery was much faster. It seems that when the skull is in place the pressure in the brain is more normal … Or something like that.

Things for which I am thankful:
This was pre-pandemic. The pandemic officially started a week or two later. Thank goodness all this hospital time and my “elective” surgery was before that.
My husband had retired a year or two before this. He didn’t have to try and juggle a stressful job with the stress of this accident and he was there to do what was needed. (And thank goodness he retired before the era of teaching on Zoom.)
Family and friends. The original prognosis was guarded—would I come home? Would I walk again? Would there be permanent brain injury? Some close friends were great support for my family as they navigated the uncertainty. As it eventually became evident that recovery was possible, friends helped keep the sheep and shop part of life on track—organizing holiday sales, sheep shearing, etc. There is still so much I don’t remember, but when I think about it I know that everything stayed on track and someone besides me took care of all that.

Silhouette of two people on tandem bike.

This may be a strange photo to end this post, but I didn’t take one yesterday when we did our annual Foxy’s Fall bike ride. I took this photo on the tandem as we did a brief ride to make sure the brakes and gears all worked. We got this tandem in 1986 when we got married. Yesterday we rode the metric century which is 62 miles through Solano and Yolo Counties. That seems a suitable way to acknowledge the three year anniversary of this life-changing event.

Helicopter Tour

That title is misleading. We did not take a helicopter tour, but we took a look at the helicopters based at the Placerville Airport on call for fire duty.

Shiny red helicopter.

My son describes his job as Air Traffic Control in the air. He stays in contact with all the aircraft and ground crews on a fire to make sure that they all stay out of each other’s way. This is the helicopter he has used this fire season and he’s been flying over fires in Idaho, Oregon, and California.

Control panel in the Bell helicopter.

The pilot sits on the right and Matt sits on the left and handles all the radio controls.

Sitting in the back seat of the helicopter.

If there is a trainee in the left seat then Matt stretches out back here.

Two men looking at the engine of the helicopter under an open panel.

We took a look “under the hood” while the mechanic explained how everything works.

Red helicopter with ID number visible.
K Max helicopter from the front.

We walked to the end of the airstrip and saw the K-Max helicopter. It is very narrow and has two rotors that turn opposite directions. I couldn’t visualize how that could work but the pilot turned them by hand for us and showed how one goes under the other as they turn. Now looking at the photo it still doesn’t make sense but I saw it for myself. The advantage of the two rotors is that there is no tail rotor and not having a tail rotor enables 30% more power.

K Max helicopter from the side.

I sat in this one too! I feel like a little kid getting to visit Dad at work.

Water bucket in foreground with KMax helicopter in back.

This bucket is attached by a chain to the K-Max. It has internal parts that enable it to drop partial loads if necessary.

Black Hawk helicopter used for fire fighting and painted white and blue.

At the other end of the runway was the Black Hawk. The pilot explained to us that most of these are painted dark or camouflage colors. She was pleased that the company operating this one paints theirs white and blue and that is much more visible in the fire fighting environment.

Helicopters and support vehicles on the airstrip

The Black Hawk was at one end of the airstrip and the other helicopters were at the opposite end. The red one is the Bell that Matt is in and the K-Max is at the far end. Right now these are stationed in Placerville and were used on the Mosquito Fire. When they go farther away all those support vehicles go with them. Each helicopter has a pilot and a mechanic and there are support vehicles with each.

Red Bell helicopter getting ready to take off.

At 3:00 Matt and the pilot of this one went up while we watched. They were off to the north to check on the Mosquito Fire. It started September 6 and burned almost 77,000 acres. According to InciWeb it is 95% contained and fire crews are still working to mop-up and fell hazardous trees.

I recorded video of them lifting off and I’ll see if I can add a link here for that. Helicopter lifting off. I may not know if this works until I click “publish”.

That speck in the center of the blue sky is the helicopter heading toward the fire.

Knowing the tail number of the helicopter I can see Matt’s flight on Flightradar24.com . This was the path on Monday.

Family Time

It’s pretty quiet around here now. We just spent the last ten days with grandkids here or nearby. We share the two grandkids with the other set of grandparents who live in Dixon. Katie and the kids got here about ten days ago and Kurtis came about five days later. They split their time here and in town. For the first couple of days my son, Chris was here as well, but he had to get back to Boise, where he and Meryl moved just a few weeks ago.

Right after they got here the kids wanted to get out the toys they remembered from previous visits. There are a selected group of toys left over from when my kids were younger. Kasen had the box of Lincoln logs and the wooden train set. Kirby went right to the Playmobile cowboy set that she remembered from her visit in the summer.

Kirby always likes to spend time in the barn when I do chores. Katie came out the first morning and offered to help with cleaning. You’d think from this photo that they are worn out, but I think they were faking it.

Jade and Hazel are really going to miss Kirby. She spent a lot of time in the barn and in the pasture and those two sheep always hang around her to get pets (and sometimes treats).

One of the mornings we drove to the Yolo Bypass Wildlife Area between Davis and Sacramento.

The majority of birds were to the east past the line on our map that showed the division between hunting and no-hunting. So we watched and listened to those from afar. I think it’s fascinating to see the city buildings just beyond these massive flocks of birds.

This isn’t a great photo but I think these are sandhill cranes. The majority of the birds in the large flocks to the east seemed to be snow geese.

On Wednesday we spent the afternoon and evening with my brother’s family in Fairfield. Before our Thanksgiving meal the kids played football in the street…

…and then went on a Beaver Walk. Dave usually finds beavers at dusk in this creek, but we missed them on this evening.

After our turkey dinner and traditional pies we also had a mini recognition of Kasen’s birthday which is during “the holidays” and when he’ll be back in Texas.

On Thanksgiving Day we celebrated my mother-in-law’s 90th birthday. My sister-in-law organized the party and about 50 family members of several generations came from all over the country.

Kirby in one of her several holiday outfits.

Kirby joined in with the Wild Woolly Wreath class that I did on Saturday morning. This was also presented virtually while I had 5 in-person class participants. The whole Thanksgiving weekend was a bit of a challenge for me with virtual presentations each day through Camp Yarnsie. These were fun, but I had to focus on my organization for the weekend. Camp Yarnsie? That’s a virtual fiber festival. If you missed all it you can catch replays of a lot of the programs here. I had something on each day of the Camp. Check out the video on Thanksgiving Thursday and the Jacob sheep discussion on Sunday.

On Monday my Wednesday Weavers (virtual on Wednesdays) came for a dye day and Kirby joined in. She dyed some of the warps that I have planned for v-shawls and then I made a warp for a smaller version so that she could dye one that I would weave for her.

Kirby usually leans towards the pinks and purples, but then I wanted to use up some of the dyes left over and she dyed this one yellow and green.

She liked the yellow and green one so much that I wound another warp for her and set this up in the house so she could dye this last one before leaving for the airport this morning.

After the dye project we went to the barn for one last session with the sheep before the kids had to leave.

Birthday and Christmas Tree

What does my early November birthday have to do with Christmas trees? A few weeks ago I read that the U.S. Capitol Christmas tree would make a stop at the Dixon Fairgrounds on its journey from the Six Rivers National Forest where it was harvested to Washington D.C. and it was on my birthday. I wanted to go see this.

There is a display that accompanies the tree and it starts with this sign.

This is just part of the next sign, but I was amused when I looked at the base of the tree to see who is sneaking out from behind it.

The next thing to see was the quilted tree skirt make up of 24 panels created by three northern California quilt guilds. You can see the whole thing at the website for the Redwood Empire Quilters Guild. Eel River Valley Quilt Guild and Moonstone Quilters are the other guilds involved.

I was just at the USCapitolChristmasTree website and read this: TREE SKIRTS: More than 50 tree skirts in varying sizes were created and donated to adorn the 50 companion trees that will decorate the Senate and House chambers of many California delegation members, along with the USDA and USFS headquarter offices. Specifically, a 15-foot skirt representing the “Essence of Humboldt” was lovingly stitched by members of several local quilting associations will be placed inside the Whitten Patio at USDA; and a 12-foot skirt representing beloved icons Smokey Bear and Woodsy Owl will be inside the Chief of the Forest Service’s office.

So now I think that this tree skirt is the one for the USDA. I wondered if it was going to be on a tree that was set up outside. Maybe it will at an inside venue.

This is quite impressive. There is a book at the information desk with information about all the quilters and their panels.

Some of the quilters showed their sense of humor. Notice the piece on the left is titled “Bigfoot, Banana Slug Reindeer & Snail Sleigh”. Sure enough, those are banana slugs (who thrive in a cool, moist north-coast forest).

Here are a few close-ups.

The images represent places and inhabitants in the Six Rivers area.

These are life-size cut outs of 3 fish common to some of the six rivers that are important to this area. The are Chinook Salmon, Green Sturgeon, and Pacific Lamprey. This all migrate from the ocean into fresh water rivers to breed. I wish I had a photo of the USFS representative who was there to indicate scale. That sturgeon is a really big fish!

This was cut from the base of the Christmas tree. It indicates that the tree was 57 years old. This tree is a white fir and was 84 feet tall.

There is a special oversized trailer that carries this tree and this is the route it will travel. It is difficult to show the scale of this truck, but think about the trucks we usually see on the highways. Those containers they carry are 40-53 feet and this tree is 80 feet long (after cutting 4 feet off the base). That is a long trailer.

The back section of the trailer has plexiglas sides so that you can see the tree inside. It has been decorated with ornaments that are thematic for the area from which it was harvested.

There are a lot of people accompanying the tree—USFS representatives, and honor guard, and the drivers. There are six drivers who trade off in pairs for the trip. Matt asked one of the staff about how the tree is kept hydrated. He was told that there is a bladder of water at the base in the enclosed part of the trailer and around it is a wax ring that seals the bladder to the trunk. I don’t remember how often they have to add water, but they do keep it wet and the enclosed plexiglass was steamy inside from the humidity.

There is a USCapitolChristmasTree website where you can read about the Six Rivers National Forest, the special truck built for this job, the drivers who were selected, and more.

My own two USFS employees who both said that they’d sign up for this job if a tree is ever chosen from the El Dorado National Forest.

This has nothing to do with the Christmas tree, but it is a cool metal sculpture at the Dixon Mayfair.

So this was a fun activity for my birthday.

We picked up dinner from a Chinese restaurant but forgot to open the fortune cookies until the next morning. I chose the cookies for Matt and Kaleena because they weren’t there. Theirs are the top two. My cookie is next and was empty. Dan’s is at the bottom. Chris and Meryl got theirs later.

Chris and Meryl came over this evening and we finished with the fortune cookies. I got to choose another and got the fortune that is third from the top. I think that describes the end of 2019 into 2020 for me. Meryl’s and Chris’ are the last two but I don’t remember which is which. Considering that they are moving to the next phase of their lives (literally moving to Boise) those are good fortunes to have.

Last Weekend - Family & Rain - Part 2

When I wrote last night’s blog post I realized that I had too many photos (as usual) and it really should be told in two parts. The plan had been for all of us to go to the Sacramento Ironman and support Chris in this event. It was not to be. The record breaking rainfall caused them to cancel the event at the very last minute. That is a whole other story and this post is about the rain at the farm on Sunday.

I took this photo around noon and by that time we’d had over 3” of rain. When the storm was over I had measured a total of 6.8” here. That’s a lot for 24 hours especially considering that our average annual rainfall is about 24”. This photo wouldn’t be unusual during times of heavy storms over multiple days in a “normal” rainfall year, but we haven’t had a normal year in a long time.

I had moved breeding groups around the day before in anticipation of this. This is a group that would have been in standing water with no shelter. They moved to the donkey pen (no donkey anymore) which had at least a few dry spots.

The barn was flooding from the south and I realized that it had been a long time since I’d had to dig ditches.

This ditch brought water from the south and east sides of the barn into the main irrigation ditch. That ditch was so full it looked as though we were irrigating. I checked the end of the ditch where it flows off the property and dug out a few more spots to help the water flow a little faster.

This group had a dry spot at the corner of the barn because they weren’t going to try and cross Lake Meridian.

Kirby spent part of the day in town with her cousins but was ready for some sheep time when she got back. Katie had bought her new rain gear in anticipation of spending a soggy day at the Ironman. She was able to wear it here.

First we spent some time with the favorite sheep. Snacks for these two.

BettyLou is one of the new lambs who really likes her cookies, but usually from someone she knows. Kirby has enough sheep sense that she was able to entice BettyLou to take the cookie.

Do you remember the hopscotch photo from yesterday’s post? A little rain wasn’t going to stop Kirby from using her hopscotch grid.

Kirby and Katie left early Monday morning to fly back to Texas. The day was dry and sunny. The sky was blue, cleaner than we’d seen it all summer, after all the dust and smoke were washed from the sky.

Last Weekend - Family & Rain

If you live in in northern California then you know about the record-breaking rainfall we had on Sunday. I measured 6.8” in 24 hours here. Our average for the whole year is usually 24.5” and I think we had less than 8” last season.

We had big plans for the weekend. Chris had entered the Ironman Triathlon to be held in Sacramento for the first time. Ironman athletes train all year for an event of that magnitude and he fit his training regime into his smokejumper job all summer with this focus. My daughter and granddaughter flew from Texas to be here for the event. So this post is some about family and some about the rain.

Katie and Kirby got here very late on Thursday evening. When Kirby got up Friday morning she went to the barn with me. Kirby didn’t have full access to all the sheep because right now they are in breeding groups and there are rams with the ewes. We brought selected sheep out where they could be petted. Hazel was ready for attention.

Kirby made a hopscotch grid in the sand.

Back at the house we got out this box of toys that Kirby remembered from her July visit. That box holds many, many Playmobil sets that we had bought when Matt and Katie and Chris were this age.

Ginny became a pest with her constant need for attention. She brought a fuzzy squirrel to each of us hoping that we’d throw it. Katie found a new way to interact with her.

I don’t think Ginny was amused, but she tolerated it. I found myself thinking that Katie was the big sister teasing the little sister. After all, Ginny is one of my kids now, right?

On Saturday we drove to Apple Hill to get together with Matt and Kaleena.

Kirby made quick work of the maze at this farm.

Aunt Kaleena treated Kirby to a princess type headdress with ribbon streamers.

There were three states represented by these cutting boards and two of them were appropriately California and Texas.

We drove up the highway to one of the stations of the El Dorado National Forest. Matt’s main work helicopter is gone now, but this one is still there, so we had a look inside.

Kirby got to try out the seating arrangement.

I sat in front. I am amazed at all those switches and dials. A bit overwhelming to think of learning all of those.

I was amused by the simple calculator attached below all the sophisticated controls. Matt said that you have to calculate the load, fuel, etc. while you’re loading so that is a very important component here.

I have realized that this is really a two blog post weekend. To be continued…

Idaho Trip - Day 2-1/2

After our hike (described here) we went back to McCall and Chris gave us a private tour of the McCall Smokejumper Base.

The season is over now. Chris was still there finishing additional EMT training, but most of the others have left. When the base is active the smokejumpers’ personal items are stowed in the blue lockers, and their jumpsuits (I’m not sure that is the official terminology) and gear are arranged on hooks along these racks. As a team of smokejumpers is dispatched they remove their gear to get on the plane.

This space adjoins the room where the lockers are. The shelves contain all the things that might be launched from the plane with parachutes, from sleeping bags to chainsaws to food and medical equipment.

This is a random comment, but when I see these boxes with the chainsaw sticking out the end it reminds me of a book I read over and over to my kids (Chris included). Do any of you moms remember the pop-up book, How Many Bugs in a Box? The last page, I believe, showed “10 Saw Bugs”.

One mode of transportation to get around the base. There are a number of bicycles that are used by all, but this is specialized to carry gear. Clever.

Sleeping bags above. There are instructions for packing supply boxes with food and other items.

More gear.

These are streamers that are used before the jumpers leave the plane to show the wind speed and direction. I think they drop one of each color at a time so that at least one will be more visible.

There is a gadget on that table that is used to roll the streamers to an exact size.

This is the room that can is enclosed by the tower seen in the photo of the base from the parking lot.

After each jump the parachutes are clipped to rails and lifted for inspection.

The fabric is inspected as well as making sure that all the lines are organized and not twisted or knotted.

Any parachute or other gear with a flaw must be fixed. This is just one rack of fabric used for repairs.

All the parachutes and gear are repaired at the base and they also make a lot of the bags and other items they use.

There are a dozen or so heavy duty sewing machines of various brands and styles. I found out that this was not Pete’s work station but the machine is named Pete.

Part of more advanced smokejumper training is in how to repair the gear.

Some of the components used in repairs or construction.

There is a whole room dedicated to rigging parachutes—that is spreading them out and folding them in a very precise way to pack for use. An important part of training is learning this task. Would you want to jump out of a plane using a parachute folded by someone who hadn’t had training in the precise way to pack the parachute so that you can count on it opening correctly? Hours and hours are spent on this training and practice.

This is the other half of that room where parachutes are packed.

Chris took on a project this summer to create this display that included all the season’s smokejumpers and their home towns.

This is another view that shows the tower where the parachutes are hung to dry and for inspection.

One of the planes used to transportr smokejumpers.

A tribute to the gear used by the original smokejumpers in the 1940’s.

Granddaughter Time - Part 3

Only a couple of days were left for Kirby’s visit. (This was a month ago.) I had plans for the morning and Kirby’s schedule showed that she would spend the afternoon with Aunt Meryl. The next day she would see Aunt Kaleena who was back from fire duty in Washington and then to to the Dixon grandparents’ house and be ready to fly out the next morning.

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Jade and Hazel were front and center whenever Kirby showed up at the barn. I’m so glad that Kirby has enough animal awareness that I could let her be in with the sheep and not worry about her getting hurt.

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I had bought a kids’ cookbook but we didn’t have time to do much cooking. We did try something that looked fun. I can’t remember what these were called but they were supposed to be made with a lot of hand involvement of squishing and patting dough and stuffing them with cheese that had been rolled into balls. I won’t say that the outcome was very successful but the process was fun.

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My new yarn came and Kirby thought it was fun for dress-up.

We visited with Grandma and Grandpa Moo, Kirby’s great-grandparents. who live near Dixon.

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They have some odds and ends of cattle still around from the dairy days. This is one of the huge steers that was kept with the intention of having an ox team. After this visit Kirby went to stay with the other grandparents for two nights (including a birthday party with her cousins from that side of her family).

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Back with me we went to a friend’s house to see her sheep that are different than mine.

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Kirby got to ride in style from the field to the hose to wash off muddy feet.

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Then we stopped by Orange Theory to watch Aunt Meryl coach a workout.

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This was Monday and Kirby was going back to town Tuesday evening so she could fly out with the other grandma and two cousins the next morning. We had plans for Tuesday morning so I decided that it was time to put all the sheep we’d been halter breaking back with the rest of the flock. This is Kirby’s ewe, Belle.

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We led the lambs back in pairs.

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Goodbye hugs for Jade and Hazel.

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Tuesday morning we were able to meet up with Aunt Kaleena. SeaQuest in Folsom seemed like a good half way point between our house and Kaleena’s.

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Can you imagine a rodent this big? Yes, a capybara is a rodent and these were certainly tame.

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We’d been having a discussion about spirit animals at home and after reading this sign Dan decided that the sloth must be his spirit animal—it was the part about sleeping and remaining motionless that won him over, not the upside down part.

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Kaleena and Kirby went into the parakeet enclosure to have some close-up bird time.

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I was amazed that these rays acted as though they wanted attention. You could reach in and touch them.

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We finished the morning with lunchtime ice cream. with all the toppings.

I hope Kirby has good memories of her trip to California. We certainly had fun with her here. Katie’s comment to her mom after the flight back to Texas was “Why would you choose to drive?” Good question, but maybe we’ll answer that on our next road trip, to be planned when we can do it without pulling a trailer or being in a fire zone or dealing with Covid (hopefully).

Granddaughter Time - Part 2

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Kirby catching a ride from Uncle Chris. We had a plan for the day as shown on Kirby’s schedule in the last post.

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We got to the zoo and and planned our visit.

Flamingos are near the entrance.

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So is the carousel. As I was writing this I wondered why I called this a carousel and not a merry-go-round and are they the same thing. Its easy to find out with Google: “Merry-go-round” and “carousel” are synonyms… Some people say that the difference between a “merry-go-round” and a “carousel” is that they turn in different directions. ... Whatever the reason, merry-go-rounds in Europe tend to turn clockwise. There is more from another source: “Traditionally, horses are mounted from the left side. This is because most warriors were right handed and kept their swords on their left side for fast access. In England, the carousels rotate clockwise so the horses can be mounted from the left, keeping with tradition.”

Look at what you can learn by reading this blog! This carousel definitely rotates counter-clockwise.

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I don’t think it matters to a praying mantis if it is mounted from the left or right. I find this one kind of creepy.

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I love the bald eagle.

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I’ll share just a couple more shots taken at the zoo. A lot of the exhibits had been redone since I’d been there last many years ago. You can get quite close to some of the animals.

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It is an impressive view. Kirby spent that night with her other grandparents and we picked her up the next day, which was her seventh birthday. There was to be a party with cousins and the other side of her family on the weekend but she was with us for the actual birthday.

We drove to Old Sac, the Sacramento waterfront where there are shops, dining, and the railroad museum.

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We started at the Railroad Museum.

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We had been entertained by the long trains on our road trip back to California from Texas. I think Kirby liked seeing the trains, but we didn’t expect to have the same kind of visit that it would be if we were on our own. In fact I think she may have been more interested in riding the elevator up and down.

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They have quite good signage and information about the exhibits as well as docents willing to discuss all things trains. This photo was taken in the train car.

In an engine.

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We ended the visit to Old Sac with ice cream.

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It’s good to have some down time and not have everything planned out all the time. I used part of the afternoon to introduce Kirby to a few of the board games that were favorites of my kids. We played Monopoly, Parchesi, and The Amazing Labyrinth.

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The first birthday cake of her multiple celebrations (another with the cousins on the weekend and one more when she got back to Texas)

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And of course there were a few presents.

Granddaughter Time - Part 1

Our trip to Texas was over a month ago and our granddaughter returned home to Texas August 4 and I am only now getting back to my blog posts. I’m been too busy to do anything with my photos. I have plenty of farm and weaving related subjects for posting but I wanted to keep the stories on order. So here I am. Start here if you want to read about the road trip.

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Kirby’s first morning here we headed for the barn. Jade is everyone’s favorite sheep.

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Kirby remembers Jade from when she visited from a young age. I took this photo 4 years ago.

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Jade’s daughter, Hazel has become just as friendly as Jade.

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I thought that this was the perfect opportunity to halter break the ewe lambs I am keeping. Kirby and I took those lambs to a pen where we could easily catch them and put halters on each day. That big ewe is NOT a lamb, but is Belle, the sheep I gave Kirby to show as a lamb when she visited here in 2019. That makes Kirby the owner of Belle’s daughter, the dark lamb next to her. Kirby named her Beauty. Are you catching the Disney theme here? So we put Belle in this pen as well. For the 10 days Kirby was in California we worked with these sheep every day that she was at our place—there were a few days when she spent time with the other grandparents and cousins that live in Dixon.

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On the third evening here we all went to visit my brother. It was a tight fit for Aunt Meryl and Uncle Chris to fit with the carseat. Kirby was thrilled to have them as her backseat companions.

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Uncle Matt had arrived separately. Aunt Kaleena couldn’t be there as she was on fire duty in Washington.

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After dinner our evening activity was to go on a family beaver walk.

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My brother and his wife live in the city of Fairfield. There is a river that flows through the neighborhoods behind the houses and Dave has discovered that most evenings he can spot a beaver family and sometimes otters.

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I don’t have photos of the beavers but they were there.

We finished the evening with a guitar session.

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Before we left Texas Katie had written out a schedule so that we could all stay organized. Kirby was thrilled to stay with Aunt Meryl and Uncle Chris (who was able to take a few days off to be home for her visit) as often as she could—that’s convenient since they are right next door. In fact, I had to put some limits on that so that they could get their work done. There was unscheduled time but we had no problem finding things to do.

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I had gone to the library before Kirby came to find some books to take on the drive. I came home with an owl pellet dissection kit that was that month’s kids’ project. I’ve taken apart owl pellets before but it was fun to have the addition of the special tweezers and the diagram that identified some of the bones that you find in owl pellets.

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I didn’t save most of the things that the kids had when they were younger, but there are some select sets of toys. There is a box packed full of Playmobil horses, cowboys, indians, a fort, and all the other stuff that goes with those scenes. This is probably a collector’s item now-I doubt that this is a politically correct toy set in this era.

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But Kirby had a great time deciding which horses were wild (as in the movie Spirit) and which were saddle horses and eventually the whole room was arranged with Old West scenes. I am still amazed at these toys. I don’t know how many sets we bought for the kids over the years, but this box has everything from cooking pots to rabbits, squirrels, and bears.

More in the next post.

2021 Road Trip to Texas - Back to California 3

We woke up early in our crummy rundown motel in Blythe, California and got on the road. There wasn’t any point in hanging around. Most of this blog post is drive-by photography on the freeway.

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Near Palm Springs.

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Kirby was a real trooper. She never complained about the backseat or the long drive. I think it would have been different if she hadn’t had the electronic entertainment of her tablet. There is a time and a place for that stuff and this was it.

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Freeway art.

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More freeway art, a little harder to see.

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Not art, but interesting to use a fancy style of lettering instead of just the standard freeway sign.

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This is a very poor photo but I was lucky to catch a glimpse of the elusive pink brontosaurus and the clothed T-Rex. They aren’t often seen in California.

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Its always encouraging to see a sign that says Sacramento even when you’re still several hours away.

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Grandparents’ indulgence, a Happy Meal, was probably the most exciting thing for Kirby on this day.

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Agriculture dominates the drive up the San Joaquin Valley once you get beyond SoCal.

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This is possible due to the California Aqueduct system, part of which makes up the curved edge of the field in this photo.

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There is the aqueduct but also a massive warehouse which I think is the Amazon Fulfillment Center.

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This is the last shot I took in the valley south of Sacramento. We made it home before dark. Yay!

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After showing Kirby her room (now, after 10 years, finally fixed up into a guest room), which used to be her mom’s bedroom, we headed for the barn.

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One of the best parts of visiting California for Kirby is hanging out with Aunt Meryl and Uncle Chris.

2021 Road Trip to Texas - Back to California 2

It’s sure taking me a long time to tell the story of this trip. (The first installment is here and the fifth is here.) This is the second day of the return trip. We left the motel in Alamogordo and headed to White Sands National Park, only 15 miles away.

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The park borders the White Sands Missile Range and there is one road in and out with some parking areas and trails.

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We stopped at the first trail.

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The dunes are continually changing as the sand is blown into new shapes and this trail was marked by blue posts.

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I kept thinking that this is the little girl who, 5 years ago in Hawaii wouldn’t get off the beach towel and let her feet touch the sand.

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I have some great video clips of her rolling down these dunes like a kid rolls down a grassy slope but if I take the time to figure out how to post them here I’ll never finish this story.

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It’s not all sand. This is a darkling beetle.

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I looked this beetle up later and the “distinctive tracks” that we saw were described.

I have not identified these flowers—maybe primrose?

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At the last place we stopped Kirby wasn’t too excited to get out of the truck. It was very hot by this time. I wanted to get a look over this dune so I walked up to get some photos while Dan and Kirby stayed in the truck. This view is looking back at our truck (with trailer) in the parking lot.

White Sands National Park protects about half of the largest gypsum dunefield in the world (275 square miles).

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It was designated a National Monument in 1933 and became a Park more recently. We checked out the visitor center, let Kirby choose something from the gift store, and then got back on the road about noon.

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The rest of this post is things seen along the road.

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Remember, I try to entertain myself by photographing things of interest. I really don’t know the significance of this chili pepper. ..

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…or this pink elephant.

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I don’t remember what kind of inspection or border patrol station we passed through here, but that had a huge array of cameras and other devices as the truck drove through.

Crossing the Continental Divide was exciting for us…

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…but a difficult concept to explain to a 6-year-old when there are no mountains in sight.

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More freeway art. I’m not sure where this is—maybe still New Mexico.

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We weren’t in New Mexico long though before reaching Arizona.

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Freeway art cotton fields.

The goal was to make it to California before we stopped so that it would be only one more day of driving to get home. I hoped to redeem myself with a better hotel room choice on this night. We made it to Blythe and found a motel that seemed to have good reviews. It turned out that the motel had been sold and was in escrow and no one much cared about the business anymore. We all slept OK but it was not the kind of place where you could luxuriate in your surroundings. But it was getting late already and we all went right to sleep after a bedtime story with Kirby.