Purple Tears

purple-sorrowI am deeply saddened by the events of today. It is inconceivable to me that we are incapable of protecting the very youngest members of our communities. Obviously, there should be some kind of control — people or guns or both. What we have now does not work. If we can’t (or won’t) control our people, that leaves guns and their components. Please don’t tell me that the 2nd Amendment to the Constitution protects your gun rights. That can, and maybe should, be changed. Is this particular “right” more important than the life of a child, let alone 18?

One last word — this kind of protection for our children should not be foisted off on the school system. This should not be their problem!


Ear candy . . . it’s a mom thing!

What can I say? It’s just a mom (and maybe a dad) thing. His playing wasn’t perfect, and he’s got a ways to go with his performance presence, but I loved it. What great sounding combination . . . church pipe organ and trumpet. The first sounds were like ear candy, similar to how that first bite of something incredible delicious tastes. So here it is, and also the organist’s rendition of Bach’s Toccata and Fugue in D minor (BWV 565), less a few minutes because it was too long for YouTube.


Tiny rant

I dislike cheating and lying, but I dislike two-faced cheating and lying even more. :-( That is all.


Wellington

I’ve got some geocaches up near Stevens Pass. Logbear and I headed that way last month to check up on one of them, Chix Dig Chicks, as it had been reported as missing. Thankfully it wasn’t, but some trail clearing had been done and some of the refuse had made access to the cache a wee bit more difficult. We cleared it out, replaced the original Lock ‘n’ Lock with an ammo box, and moved on.

That gave us some time to play, and we headed down the old road next to Tye Creek in search of caches, and new places to explore. On the way out, we passed an odd looking, black and white vehicle, sort of a cross between an over-sized mail truck and a panel van, with the letters “N.W.P.I.A.” emblazoned on the side. Logbear, being the explorer that he is, decided to follow it, trailing it all the way down to Wellington.

For those who aren’t familiar with Wellington and its history . . . it’s the site of the worst avalanche disaster in US history. Wellington, later renamed Tye, was a small town near Stevens Pass, and on the West end of the first Cascade Tunnel. The town was also a stop on Great Northern Railway’s route to Spokane. In late February of 1910, two trains were stranded there, unable to move because of blizzard conditions. Early on the morning of March 1, a huge slab of snow broke loose from the side of Windy Mountain above. It roared down the mountainside and into town, sweeping the two trains 150 feet downhill and into Tye Creek. 96 people, most of whom were passengers and employees asleep on the trains, perished.

Now, back to the truck. The initials stood for  Northwest Paranormal Investigation Agency. Bert (the driver) and his wife Jayme had come to Wellington to continue their research into paranormal activity in Wellington, something they have been working on for some years. This particular afternoon, they were there to meet up with friends and colleagues for a barbecue, and had plans to light candles in the snowshed after dark. It was fascinating to talk with them and learn about their passion for Wellington, and even more interesting after I watched some of their videos. I won’t comment on what’s in them, but they are certainly worth a peek. Here are two:

and

To learn more about Wellington’s avalanche, Google it, or peruse the following books:

  • The White Cascade: The Great Norther Railway Disaster and America’s Deadliest Avalanche, by Gary Krist (non-fiction)
  • Vis Major: Railroad Men, an ‘Act of God’ -White Death at Wellington, by Martin Burwash (a fictionalized account based on historical fact)
  • Avalanche of Spirits: The ghosts of Wellington, by Karen Frazier (one woman’s experiences at Wellington)

After all that, I’m tempted to hold an event next summer at Wellington. 


There are no words

A video slide-show showing just a bit of GeoWoodstock 8 (and the events surrounding it) held in Carnation WA on July 3, 2010. All I can say is that there aren’t enough words to express how I feel about the week or so when these events took place. This is the best I can do. If I have overstepped my boundaries, please contact me and I’ll fix it.

XOXOXO,
Flutey

July 20, 2011 — The Froomlord is now in our ♥♥, GPS in hand, chasing after that great 5/5 geocache with much delight.


Vuvu . . . what??

Vuvuzela. Yeah, I know it looks like it sound like . . . well, that. I first ran into it on Zynga Poker — they were selling them as permanent items for one’s profile. But even looking at it, I had no idea what it was. But, if I were a follower of the soccer world cup championships, I would have known. As I searched, I found that it’s been around for some time, but especially during the past two years with it’s sports involvement. According to Wikipedia, “The vuvuzela (English pronunciation: /vuːvuːˈzeɪlə/), also known as lepatata (its Tswana name) is a typical 65 cm (2.13 ft) plastic blowing horn that produces a loud, distinctive monotone note, typically around B♭3 (the B♭ below middle C).”

The vuvuzela has become controversial during the past few years. Apparently, the vuvuzela has become, according to South African soccer authorities, part of the South African soccer experience. Those who argue for it’s banishment say that at its worst it could be a weapon used by hooligans, and makes communications between team members on the field nearly impossible. You be the judge with Blow that Vuvuzela, a YouTube video:


Morning

It’s morning, and Kelly and I are camping. I’m sitting quietly hearing the noises before people get up – I love listening to them. Lots of birds, sometimes a less melodious crow, no rain on the roof, leaves rustling when a breeze moves through. And off in the distance to the west, the ocean waves. Really, not so quiet if you’re still enough to hear it.

Then other campers get up and it changes. Children – young ones, shouting with excitment, running on the nearby road with a parent or two loping along in their wake, dogs barking, laughter from one side of us, mechanical noises from the diesel pusher on the other. We haven’t seen them at all, and I wonder if they are truly camping. It looks like all their windows are shut tight and curtains are all around. Is there anything worth hearing from in there?

It’s morning and this day is full of promise. The sounds tell me so.


Once again . . .

. . . it’s summer. I think about this year compared to last year, and the transition from work into non-work. What a difference! Last year, it seemed that I could hardly wait. The transition was slow and seemed like it would never arrive. This year . . . pow, right in the kisser! I was busy up until the last minute and suddenly, it was summer. How did that happen? It seems like the school year has barely started.

But it’s OK. I’m happy that summer’s here, although the weather doesn’t quite match. My annual pilgrimage to the beach starts tomorrow. I’m expecting to be camping in the rain, but hoping that I’m wrong. Kelly has decided to come with me, much to my delight. I’ve given him every opportunity to back out, but he remains steadfast in his decision. I’m not sure just why, but I love him for it.

So we’ll be off to the coast soon, one of my favorite places. I can’t believe it’s already been a year since I was there. I really miss it and can’t wait. On the list, but in no particular order are . . .

  • Kites
  • Ocean Shores Interpretive Center
  • New caches
  • The beach
  • Cabelas (on the way)
  • Friends, old and hopefully new

Now, I’ve got to get my little trailer in order.


Finding smells that repel

“If you’re one of those people whom mosquitoes tend to favor, maybe it’s because you aren’t sufficiently stressed-out.” Being one of those people who may not be stressed-out enough, I thought this article online in the Wall Street Journal was of interest. Sadly, I can’t relate to the guy in purple. I’ve had problems all my life with mosquitoes, some years being worse than ever. Surprisingly, last year wasn’t so bad but the horseflies were magnificent. *She rolls her eyes sarcastically.* Now that school’s out, I may be prime fodder!

Repeat after me: “I am not a mosquito magnet. I am not a mosquito magnet.” Again, with emphasis! Now, if I could only convince the mosquitoes of that!


Whose navel are we talking about?

So, I’ve got this earthcache, The Navel of the World (GC1673T). Just like regular geocaches, earthcaches need a certain amount of ‘maintenance’, although that doesn’t seem like the best word for it. Anyway, I’m going through logs, making sure there’s a photo for every log, checking for question answers in my e-mail (I never throw anything away!), and I run across this log by PurplePeople from California: It seems to be an ‘outie’ . If you check their log, the ‘button’ in question is in the background of their photo



Night Stalker

I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day. ~Vincent Van Gogh

Current Moon Phase


Waning Crescent Moon
Waning Crescent Moon

The moon is currently in Cancer
The moon is 26 days old
Joe's