Friday, July 18, 2014

Five on Friday: Five Things I Am Thankful for This Friday

This week was kind of... meh. So for this week's Five on Friday, I'm making myself think of things that I am thankful for. I'm hoping that I can turn my attitude about this week around by focusing on the things that are good instead of the things that are kind of... blah.


So, here are:
Five Things I Am Thankful for This Friday

#5 - My (new! last Christmas) sewing machine. I've really been enjoying creating cute stuff for my new
little nephew lately. This week, I did a toddler-bed size flannel "rag" blanket and a great set of bibs. I've caught the sewing bug... and now I'm dreaming of yards and yards of wonderful new fabric with which to craft more and more projects (maybe even some for myself and for my own kids).

#4 - Friends. Especially those who come bearing ice cream on hot summer days (thanks, A.)! And those who are willing to look after your children for a few hours (thanks, L.)!

#3 - My washing machine. Last Friday my old washing machine kicked the bucket - two loads into at least a four or five load pile of dirty laundry. And because laundry is like rabbits, you know those piles only kept growing over the weekend! But, I am thankful because we were able to connect with a new (used) machine and had it home, hooked up and running by Sunday night (thank you, God, for providing!). It did four or five loads for me today. And I am thankful that I didn't have to go to the laundromat or wash it by hand.

#2 - Family. PJ's parents were out to visit a little bit ago, and we just said good-bye to my parents at the beginning of this week after a nice, long visit. Spending time with family is something that has always been very important to me. With where we're living right now we are pretty well distanced from our families. We have to make the most of the time that we have with them, and I'm very thankful that we've had good opportunity to do that this summer.

#1 - My husband. I may be biased, but I think he's pretty great. He's stuck by me through this blah sort of week and I'm grateful for his support and companionship.

You know, I think my plan worked. I feel better about things already. And also, I didn't really want to stop at five things I'm thankful for! I keep thinking of more. :)

Comment and share something you're thankful for this week below.

"Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever."
- 1 Chronicles 16: 34 (NIV)

Friday, July 11, 2014

Five on Friday: Five Things That Are Good About Summer


I'm about to share an opinion of mine that you may not agree with. Are you ready? I'm preparing for the backlash on this one, but here goes!

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*Summer is NOT the best season of the year.*
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There. I said it. I don't really like summer a whole lot. I never have. I can't take the heat.

(Seriously. I hate being hot. It's been close to 90 degrees all week. Ugh.)

Anyway, that being said, I will admit that there are some good things about summer. And honestly, I can probably come up with more than five things - but since this is not FIFTEEN on Friday I will stick with five of my most favorite things.

Five Things that are Good About Summer:

#5 - Thunderstorms. I like a good thunderstorm. Not of the damaging variety, but just a nice, hot afternoon rumbler with a good rain shower. And I love the way it smells after a storm.

#4 - Greenhouses. I really like wandering through a greenhouse and looking at all the beautiful flowers and plants and imagining how my flowerbeds and garden would look if I could afford to buy all the plants I liked. (Which would pretty much be the entire stock of the greenhouse. Except for geraniums. I do not like geraniums.)

#3 - Ice cream. Okay... ice cream is good at any time of the year. But especially during summer. And when served outdoors, on a cone, at the end of a long, hot day.

#2 - Fresh produce. Whether it is from your own garden, or someone else's, nothing beats fresh, locally grown, vine-ripened veggies and fruit. (Bonus points if it is from your own garden, because there's just something miraculous and special about growing your own food.)

#1 - Outside activities. The weather is usually perfect for all kinds of outside activities (unless it is over 84 degrees) - hiking, water play, biking, boating, horseback riding, etc. And if the kids are restless I can just send them out the door and they can play for hours in the backyard with nothing more than a shovel and a bucket and their swingset/playhouse. (Or, lacking that, they can play for hours with a pile of dirt and a couple of sticks.... tell me again why we have so many toys???)

How about you? What do you enjoy the most about summer? Leave a comment!

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Spring in Yellowstone

My first introduction to Yellowstone was – I believe – sometime in my elementary school days, although I can't really remember exactly. Some friends of my parents had taken a big trip out west, and when they returned they hosted a slide show of pictures from their trip at their house for a group of friends. I have a pretty vivid memory of sitting in the room watching a video of a boiling mud pot. It made quite an impression on me.

I made my first trip to Wyoming (and Yellowstone) in 2004, and I've visited the Park probably a dozen times or more since then. In spite of that, I still have not seen it all! There are so many hiking trails that lead to hidden mountain lakes, wonderful waterfalls and interesting thermal areas that are off the beaten path, and I've been on almost none of them. Not only that, the Park is different every time you go – even if you're only visiting the main attractions. The thermal features can change significantly from year to year, with some areas becoming much more or much less active. And while you can pretty much be guaranteed to see buffalo whenever you go, you never know what other animals you may see from one visit to the next. Grizzlies, bighorn sheep, black bear, elk, moose, fox, coyote, deer, antelope, wolf... not to mention a plethora of smaller critters, birds of all types and sizes... And don't forget the wildflowers, insects and butterflies. Things change a lot with the changing of seasons also – from baby animals in the spring to majestic antlered bull elk in the fall.

That's why I can't stay away from the place! It's ever-changing and never boring. And that's why, if you ever have the opportunity to visit, you really should. (And bring a good camera.)

Our first visit for this year was back in May, just a week before Grandma & Grandpa H. flew out to see us. It was a beautiful day and we had a great time. I took a ton of pictures, as usual (hooray for digital cameras, cause I never could have afforded that much film...), and (as usual) I want to share all some of them with you! (I'll try to practice restraint...)

Mountain Girl requested me to take this picture. Go figure. :)


Meet our new puppy! He's a Corgi (mostly Pembroke Welsh Corgi, with just a little touch of Australian Shepherd mixed in), and the newest addition to our family.


This picture is from our first sighting of the cow moose and her calf (if you haven't read the calf's big adventure story yet, click here). The calf stayed hidden pretty well, but I caught a couple glimpses of him. You can see him - well, just his nose - just to the right of the mom. He's the dark shape right up against the mom's front leg.


In addition to seeing the moose before we got to the East Gate of the Park, we also saw a couple of buffalo and a group of bighorn sheep rams. It was shaping up to be a good day already! Shortly after we entered the Park, we came across another ram. This guy was pretty nice-sized, too! He was running down the road, and we were stuck behind a few cars that were stuck behind him, so we got to watch him for a little while. He finally decided to get off the road and stop running so he could catch his breath.


We've been in Yellowstone at the end of May before, but we've never seen it as snowy as we did this time! It was a cold winter with a lot of snowfall compared to recent years, but it still surprised us. At Sylvan Pass we could see where an avalanche had come down the slope. I missed getting a picture of it, but there was a decent sized area of tumbled snow with broken trees and branches sticking out of it. It came right up to the edge of the road, so possibly it had even gone across the road and they had to plow it. Here is a picture of the snow in Sylvan Pass.


When we got to Yellowstone Lake we were amazed to see that it was still largely covered with ice! Not a solid sheet of ice, but the remains of it – as you can see here.


The kids were getting restless, so we stopped at the Mud Volcano area so we could all get out and stretch our legs. We walked the little loop that goes through that area. It is partially boardwalks, and partially paved trail. It's not that the trail is really difficult, but it does go up a pretty decent hill... and we had made the mistake of leaving Little Mr. in his car seat and carrying him that way. Man, did that get heavy after a while! He was asleep, so I had figured that it would be better than waking him up to put him in the stroller. (Yeah - it wasn't.)

Anyway, here are a few of the features in the Mud Volcano area. 

Dragon's Mouth Spring


Here is the Mud Volcano itself.


Sour Lake.


So many colors! (These two photos are from the area called Sizzling Basin.)



I like the contrast in this picture between the sulphur and steam of the thermal area in the foreground and the blue freshwater river in the background. This was taken overlooking the Mud Geyser area.


And this is Mud Caldron.


The Mud Volcano is a nice little thermal area to stop at and explore. Since we were there, I read somewhere (it may have been on the NPS website, but I can't remember) that there are some really interesting thermal features behind where you are allowed to go on your own, but there is a ranger-led tour that you can go on that takes you further back in. I thought that sounded like a fun thing to do.

It was nearly lunch time, so we continued on down the road towards the Canyon area. This is the Hayden Valley.


We saw some elk.


And some ducks. These are (I believe) a pair of Lesser Scaup.


And these are Mallards.


We were hunting for a picnic area, but I guess everyone else had the same idea because every single picnic table we found was already occupied. So we improvised. And our parking lot/sidewalk picnic was... fine. The seating was a little uncomfortable. The spot was not very private. And the wind kept blowing the plates away (so PJ got his exercise chasing them down... lol). But we had fun anyway!

After we ate we took the kids over to see the Canyon and the Lower Falls. We didn't make it to this area last year, so this was their first time seeing it.


It is always beautiful!


And very unique.



Then we got back in the car and switched drivers. :)


Next we stopped at the brink of the Upper Falls. The Upper Falls are the smaller of the two. The river comes pouring towards the drop...


...and it is amazing to stand right there at the brink of the falls as the water thunders over the edge.


The spray mixed with the sunshine and made this pretty little rainbow.


There is also a viewing platform at the brink of the Lower Falls (the big one). I've never been to that one, but I imagine it is pretty impressive.

And we found some snow piles! Yay!


We also stopped at a Canyon overlook.




Next we drove up over Dunraven Pass. There was quite a lot of snow up there too. It was up over the roof of the car in a lot of places. This road was still closed just a couple of days before we were there, but it was now open for the season.




Coming off the mountain.

A little while later we came across a wildlife jam. I was hoping for a bear, and so were the kids... and there he was! (Can you spot him?)


Sleeping. Up a tree.

It was neat to see this black bear, but he didn't move at all while we were watching him. (How is he not falling out of the tree???) Mountain Girl was a little disappointed. She said, “I want to see a bear what's walking around.”

I was determined to get some pictures of some waterfowl this time. We have seen a lot of different ducks and other birds on our trips into the Park, but I haven't gotten many on camera. PJ... (I love you, PJ) …well, he doesn't really like to stop the car for birds, he prefers to watch the bigger, furrier animals. But...

Ruddy Ducks.


Ruddy Ducks. The one with the blue bill is the male, the plain brown one (flying) is the female.


American Coot (I think).


Yellow-Headed Blackbird.


We found all these guys at Floating Island Lake. (And even PJ admitted that they were pretty fun to watch. Thanks for stopping, babe.)

The kids had wanted to go up to Mammoth Hot Springs, but we were running out of time for that since we weren't planning to eat supper in the Park, so we turned around and started heading back towards the Northeast Gate. On our way, I spotted the sign for the Petrified Tree. Having never been back there before, I asked PJ if we could drive back real quick and he agreed. The road to Petrified Tree kinda goes straight back off the main road, then turns and goes behind a hill, so you can't see the tree from the main road. Neither could we see this from the main road.


A bear what's walking around! Hooray!

There weren't a whole lot of people back there, and we were able to watch this black bear for a while, which thrilled the kids. He was just moseying along, eating grass. (Yes, bears eat grass. They are omnivores. Biker Dude just learned some new vocabulary – carnivore, herbivore, omnivore.)

After watching him, we didn't even have time to get out of the car and go see the Petrified Tree! But here's a snapshot of it that I took out the car window.


And of course there were buffalo in the Lamar Valley. And people who were walking way too close to the buffalo. (Please, if you ever visit Yellowstone, do yourself a favor and give the animals some space. Please.)

The Lamar Valley is a place where you are supposed to be able to see Yellowstone's wolves. And I have never seen a wolf yet. Not even once. Not even a glimpse of one. And it has been ten years since I first set foot in this place. We were driving through there in the early evening this time... Still no wolves. Maybe another time... For today... just more buffalo.




After exiting the Park, we drove for a little while before we stopped and ate supper. We ended up getting to Dead Indian Pass (on the Chief Joseph Scenic Highway) just at sunset. 

 



It was so beautiful up there, and my camera didn't really capture the scene that well (believe it or not) so you'll have to just come out here and see it for yourself!

We were home after dark and we carried sleeping kids into the house and put them in their beds. It was a peaceful end to a beautiful, relaxing day. It was wonderful to be able to take a family day after being so busy lately. I highly recommend it! The mountains are essential to the preservation of my sanity (lol). Where do you go to unwind? Feel free to comment below!

"You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; 
the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, 
and all the trees of the field will clap their hands."
-Isaiah 55: 12 (NIV)


Thursday, July 3, 2014

Five on Friday: My Favorite Independence Day Memories

Happy 4th of July to my American friends!

Welcome to Five on Friday! I'm going to try making this a regular feature on the blog here, just for fun, so here goes!

Five of My Favorite Independence Day Memories

#5 - Making people smile while walking downtown with my first corgi after the parade. Everyone, from little kids to big biker guys, was always so attracted to him. We couldn't go more than about ten feet without having to stop so that someone could pet him.

#4 - Sitting with my husband and watching fireworks from the back of our pick-up truck in the shadow of the Teton mountains the year after we got married.

#3 - Taking each of our kids to enjoy the festivities surrounding the 4th for the first time.

#2 - Long weekends spent at my cousins' house in northern PA. Mountain biking, creek & pond swimming and picnics on the lawn. Firecrackers, fireworks and (slightly crazy) fun family times. And then there was that one time with the fireworks and the bonfire at the neighbor's house... Oh, the memories!

#1 -The memories we're making right now! So if you'll excuse me, I think I'll go ahead and get back to the party. There's a snack on the counter with my name on it.

Share your favorite 4th of July memory in the comments below!


Tuesday, July 1, 2014

One Baby's Epic 'Moose'-Adventure

Grandma & Grandpa H. were just out to visit us a couple of weeks ago. We had a great time with them! Yellowstone was on their list of things they wanted to do, so one morning we headed out for a day-trip into the Park. Grandma H. was hoping to get to see a moose. She loooves moose! And she had never before seen an adult moose live and in-person (which is something that I did not know before this trip). PJ and I had taken the kids to Yellowstone a week before we went with them, and we had seen a cow moose with a calf along the river just outside the East Entrance. As we approached that area again I was keeping my eyes peeled, hoping to see her again. When we got to the exact spot that we had seen the pair before there were a dozen or so cars parked alongside the road and people sitting around with big fancy cameras... so we pulled off the road even before we saw them. We figured they had to be there, considering the telephoto lenses don't come out for nothing. And they were. 

And I come bearing photos, and a story...
When we spotted them, the momma was laying down and her calf was off exploring. They were in the exact same spot they had been the week before – on a little island-type area in the middle of the river.



We had been there for just a minute or two before the mom stood up and called her calf over to nurse.



The baby had a pretty short little snack. Then they started walking over towards the river.


The baby had to scramble a little bit to get over the logs.


I figured she was going to the edge of the river to get a drink, but when she got there she just kept on walking.


As they entered the water, and kept going, it became apparent that the momma moose was going to try to cross the river with her calf. There was no way we were going anywhere at that point! It's not everyday that you get to see stuff like this.


The momma went forward slowly and cautiously so her baby could keep up and keep his feet under him, but she was moving with purpose too.


The baby stayed on the downriver side of her so that mom broke the current for him.


They got two-thirds of the way across before the baby began to have some trouble. The current got to be a little too strong for him, and it was beginning to push him away from his mom.



Eventually he just got too far away from mom. The current was too strong for him on his own, but he tried to keep going and ended up getting caught in where the water was deeper and faster.


Momma kept going until she had reached the riverbank, where she turned around and watched her calf struggling in the water. She looked quite concerned.

Baby was just trying to keep his head above water. He did get dunked at one point, but happily he got his head up above the surface again after just a few seconds.


He was swept along basically right under where we were standing. We could hear him calling to his mom. (A baby moose sounds a lot like a kitten, by the way.)


Momma began walking along the bank as she tried to follow him, until she was right below where we were. As long as she was keeping her eyes on the calf, the crowd that was watching didn't seem to worried. At one point, though, she looked right up at us... and people started to edge backwards and get ready to move if necessary. After all, you don't mess with a momma moose! (By the way... we were not as close to the momma as these pictures make it look. My camera has a pretty decent zoom on it.)



We were all worried about the little guy. Finally he managed to get over to a shallower spot. He got his feet under him, and instead of trying to head back to mom he wisely went straight back over to their home island. 


When mom saw him standing and walking, she crossed the river to get to him. The water was so strong that it was pushing her sideways as she went across.


Finally, they were reunited again. The crowd breathed a collective sigh of relief.



We headed back to the car and went on into the Park. I was happy that we had found a moose for Grandma H.! That would have been enough in and of itself... but to see an event like that... it was a once-in-a-lifetime type of thing. I'm sure that little baby was born on that small island there in the middle of the rushing river. There was a limited food supply there, and it was pretty exposed, so momma must have decided that it was time to move, and that she thought he'd be big enough to cross the river. She picked the best spot to cross, where the water was the most shallow, but he just couldn't make it across the deeper channel right before the bank. Better luck next time, little fella!

There's times in life when we all get to feeling like that little moose - knocked down and pushed along where we didn't intend to go, just trying - and sometimes failing - to keep our head above water. I've been there! It can feel like we're all alone.

But we're not really.

God is always there, watching over us. He is our Father and He cares about what we're facing. He cares about us. Persevere and don't give up. He sure won't give up on you!


"Dear brothers and sisters, when troubles of any kind come your way, 
consider it an opportunity for great joy. 
For you know that when your faith is tested, your endurance has a chance to grow."
-James 1: 2-3