Saturday was beautiful, 72 and sunny with a south wind, so I thought, “I should be outside! It’s probably my last chance to try indigo dyeing! Our hike Sunday is going to be so great!”
Turns out that south wind was carrying some of the worst fall allergies I’ve ever had–by Saturday night after two Claritins my eyes were so puffy it looked like I’d spent all day on a crying jag. So Sunday I resigned myself to doing nothing, broke out the Benadryl, and stayed inside.
Toby approved of that choice, even if I missed the fall colors. (And check out Oliver checking out the tie dye! It is a truth universally acknowledged that all cats are attracted to pieces of fabric.)
There was rain and hail* in the valley Sunday morning but then there was a break and we thought, “Now or never” and headed up to Millcreek. We hit snow going up and it was a brisk 44 degrees mid-canyon, but it was beautiful. Like a Chinese brush painting, or a Mahler song cycle.
*Since this blog is now becoming The Feral Cat Times, Oliver was in his house during the rain and it stayed much dryer (we put it on the outdoor rug to cut down splashback. Still working on a better fix, though).
It rained all weekend with highs in the 40s–which meant the mountains got that rain as snow. We were not ready to break out the winter hiking gear, so we went to IKEA instead. (I’m reorganizing the “studio.” I have some help.)
The trees up at elevation were just starting to turn two weeks ago–this past weekend should have been peak color time but I guess we’ve just skipped straight to winter.
Toby doesn’t mind, though. I put the pet bed heater back in his bed over the weekend and he barely left it.
We’re a high desert, but we’re a desert nonetheless–so the August rains are always exciting after two months of dry heat. (They are especially exciting as you race the front back down the mountain and then drive home through a river on the streets.)
Check out that August light: clearer, whiter, more focused. We’re five weeks out from the equinox.
We’re nearing the end of high-altitude wildflower season, but Sunday morning early I was going downstairs for Advil (ha) when I tripped and ended up halfway down before I could stop myself. I have fallen down those stairs twice before so I always hold the bannister, but my hold on the bannister this time just managed to give my shoulder a good pull as I plummeted downward. So I did not feel up to carrying a pack for a real hike.
Instead, we went to IKEA and then stopped at Dimple Dell Park. Neither of us had been there before; turns out, it’s like walking around a nice horse pasture.
Hopefully we’ll get to the wildflowers next week.