Devouring life, one bite at a time
Padrones don’t ask for much. They need very little. These small peppers don’t need to be seeded or peeled, stuffed or marinated. They just need a little bacon, a drizzle of olive oil and a sprinkle of salt. Saute them over high heat and watch …
After leaving Hurricane Ridge, we continued west on our drive around Olympic National Park until we reached our next stop at Lake Crescent. A hike nearby gave us a preview of the rainforest ecosystem we’d be seeing when we went on to Hoh Rainforest, and …
I didn’t mind at all that our view was obstructed. When you are at your final destination on a trip, one that you’ve dreamed of seeing for ages, you’re just happy to be there. I’m sure these guys felt the same.
We did see a glacier up close and personal. That counts, right? Because it’s October and the ice is still there? Anyone?
This was our view, which didn’t showcase the Olympic Mountains at their peak, but I still found it to be pretty spectacular.
It started to clear up as we headed down the mountain.
And just beyond that ridge … Canada!
We drove around Lake Crescent towards the other side of the park and the other natural treasures in store.
Autumn is behind in California but just beginning in Washington. It’s the evergreen state, for sure, but dramatic splashes of color are showing up. Along with the mighty Mount Rainier, which I’m seeing out my window for the first time. Outside Olympic National Park, the …
On the morning we left Yakima Valley, our family finally got together for a group picture, and also to show off some pumpkin carving artistry, namely from my dad. It’s been years since we carved pumpkins together, so I was pretty happy that we got …
After cruising along the Columbia River Gorge and heading into Washington state on our way to my aunt and uncle’s house, a mysterious mountain loomed ahead.
Actually, we had to exit and drive a ways first, but then we saw it … Mount Saint Helens, the stuff from geology class made of legends from the 80s.
It’s been over 30 years, and the treeline is still barely starting to recover from the famous volcanic blast.
Here you can see the once snow-capped mountain that blew its top in a nine hour stew of gases and ash. Well, the build up to it lasted much longer, as you can imagine.
Eight foot diameter trees were snapped off their roots and the sound barrier was smothered for 30 miles around. My uncle remembers his apple farm getting covered in ash over 100 miles away, and a visitor from Ohio told me that ash snowed into her pool from that fateful day.
That’s one mountain I think I’ll skip climbing.
