Saturday, June 2, 2012

Tegin and Sam Visit

Tegin and Sam
Oregon Grape blooming
Myrtle Creek
About the middle of May Tegin and Sam came from Portland for a very days to play music and hike. We went hiking at Myrtle Creek on US Forest Service Land about an hour north of us. We played some music and Tegin caught some songs on a CD by using Garage Band on her Mac. And we did sound like a garage band. But, boy, was it fun jamming! I'm now learning to play the auto harp. John has a banjo a friend loaned him but we can't get it tuned. So he sings a lot.

Lehman Caves at Great Basin National Park

On the way back to Oregon we stopped at Great Basin National Park which is on the Utah/Nevada border. It only has 100,000 visitors a year compared to 3 million at Zion and Bryce. We camped out overnight though it got down to freezing at 7,500 feet. Wheeler Peak is the highest in the park at 13,000 feet. John took the tour of the caves. I tried but didn't make it past the second door. I could feel the walls closing in and beat a hasty retreat. We crossed Nevada part way then turned north to the gold fields at Battle Mountain. I didn't realize how mountainous Nevada is. We traveled route 50 for about 100 miles, known as the loneliest road in America. It was, too.

Bryce National Park

A German couple took this photo of us. We're on our way up out of the canyon. Huff, puff.
The happy hikers at Bryce
We actually walked down this trail into the canyon. Scary.


After Zion we drove about 80 miles northeast to Bryce Canyon National Park home of the famous hoodoos. We stayed at the Lodge which sits on the rim of the canyon. Bryce is about 8,000 feet and cooler than Zion. Also windy. The temps at night got down to zero. John and I stayed two nights. Eleanor and Larry left after one night to go back to Las Vegas. The food at the Lodge is really fine. Eleanor was able to get gluten-free very easily. We saw the mandatory sunrise and sunset over the canyon. John and I hiked down the Navajo Trail and up the Queen's Garden trail. We were huffing up and down. Talked to lots of people. Many foreigners. How do they find these remote places? Everyone had a camera and snapped away. Can one have too many photos of hoodoos? The vistas are breath taking. The rocks are millions of years old. One feels very insignificant among them. I think I liked the hoodoos best.

Zion National Park

Eleanor & Larry at dinner at the Spotted Dog
View from the outdoor cafe at the Lodge
The action of water made the canyon
Flowers growing in the hanging gardens above the first Emerald Pool
View down canyon from trail
View from Sandbridge Trail looking down at road into Zion
Virgin River Gorge looking north
View from the porch of Zion Lodge

Larry, Eleanor and John at Zion Canyon
Looking up from an Emerald Pool
John hiked to the highest Emerald Pool
Well, I didn't get around to posting in May. My excuse is that we were very busy. The beginning of May John and I took a driving trip to Zion, Bryce and Great Basin National Parks. We met our cousins, Eleanor and Larry, at Zion and we visited Bryce together. The photos should tell the story. The scenery is awesome. We learned a lot about the Colorado Plateau and the Great Basin. Harney County, where we live, is on the northern edge of the Great Basin. The weather was perfect. Sunny and about 80. John and I wore ourselves out hiking the Sandbridge trail which was, duh, all sand and used by the horses. Eleanor was very good at finding the good places to eat and what to see. The Virgin River made the gorge. Water seeping through the rocks continues to carve the canyon. It is really, really worth the visit. The Lodge is the place to stay. You are on the floor of the canyon looking up. 

Monday, April 23, 2012

Exciting News! The Water is Here

Yoda takes a sunbath on the front lawn.
Bees with orange pollen sacks on their legs.
 We went out this morning to feed the critters and John yells,"There's water in the ditch." When we came in last night it was dry as a bone, this morning water is running good. We have been waiting for the water. It is snow melt that comes from the mountains north of us. Our rancher neighbor predicts there won't be so much this year.

The ducks are happy. We are happy.  We've had summer weather the last few days. The trees are leaving out. The bees are bringing in pollen. Mrs. Speckles decided to get broody again and she started sitting last Thursday. The tree swallows are back. So we put up the bird house they like so much. (See last years post.) The avocets, pin tail ducks, cinnamon teals, and snipes are back. Blitzen likes to gallop around the sagebrush.  It is so nice to have warm weather again.
Ducks discover the water is here

Water in west ditch

Water in east ditch with ducks

more east ditch water

Mrs. Speckles is sitting again, on 8 eggs this time

Tree swallows check out bird house

Tree swallow on bird house perch

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

The Tale of Blitzen's Birth

Blitzen's Photo by Kate Marsh
 My writer friend, Terry, wanted me to give an account of Blitzen's birth so her sister, Anne, who lives in Sacramento could hear about it. So here 'tis:

Easter Sunday afternoon (April 8, 2012) John and I spent at the senior center jamming with the Old Time Fiddlers, me playing the accordion, John singing. Our neighbors, Jane and Bill, were there, strumming on guitar and mandolin. So we stop by their house on the way home to have a beer or two. We get to singing and playing more and pretty soon it is getting late. So we go home to feed the critters and bring the horses in who are gazing on the open field across from our place. I feed the chickens and ducks and close up their pens. John goes out to find the horses which are no where to be seen. I go inside, don my nightgown and robe, figuring I'll take it easy the rest of the evening. I snuggle into my favorite reading chair with a good book but soon realize how dark it is, and John hasn't returned. I go outside and call him, scan the horizon. Now scanning the horizon where we are means you can see two miles sometime in good light. No John, no horses. So I get in the truck still in my nightgown and robe (it's now down around freezing) and drive up and down the road, calling his name and looking and looking. No John, no horses. I go back and call two of the neighbors who are about two miles away. They haven't seen them. I wonder what to do. Go back outside with my flashlight since it is totally dark now. I walk to the road and call again. This time I hear something that sounds like a human voice. I call John's name and I hear faintly, “I'm coming.”

Well, that was a relief. I call his name again and I hear, “I have a baby.” Then he says something about lights. I figure out that he can't see so well and Harriet has had her baby – out in the pasture, of course. I drive the truck out to face the direction he's coming, lights shining so he can see. I stand and watch and soon I see the outline of two of our horses (we have three, now four), then John, and he is carrying in a strap he devised, a little pinto colt. Harriet the mother is right behind him.

The photos at night that are posted in the previous blog show what the driveway looked like that night with the horses and the baby. The baby isn't even an hour old. In the confusion, Harriet accidentally kicked the baby (horses are very good at kicking at something they don't know what it is) about ten feet across the driveway. But Baby Blitzen only suffered a minor scrape on his right hind leg.

John's pretty exhausted since he carried the baby about a half a mile. He said when he found the horses, he was putting the halter on Yoda, the lead horse, and noticed Harriet laid down which was strange since they were going in to the barn. Then she stood up, and he saw the baby's head was coming. We finally knew that Harriet was, indeed, pregnant. He helped Harriet by pulling on the baby's legs when she contracted. But the baby came fast. John helped pull the birth sack from his face, Harriet licked him clean. The baby had booties on and they came off when he started walking. Then John had to get them back to the house. But he was disoriented because, of course, there are no high crime lights on our road, just ranch lights that dot the horizon in the distance for 360 degrees around. He couldn't tell exactly which light was our house. So shining the truck lights helped him find the way home. No wonder he was exhausted.

John named him Blitzen because he jumps up and down and dances around and Dancer was too common a name. Also the Donner und Blitzen River runs through Harney County so he has a Harney County name. And Terry said he has thunder and lightening colors.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Five days old

 Breakfast!
Possible names so far are Blitzen, Dancer and Rascal.
 He loves to run and jump.
 He's got a pink nose.
 He licks his lips after nursing. Last evening I was petting him and he sucked on my fingers. He has no teeth!