Hat on Top, Coat Below
« previous archives home notify list e-mail next »
A Week in Photos: 2024, Part 35
September 5, 2024
Monday, August 26: Some days, like this one, I don’t do or see anything photo-worthy except during the half hour or so it takes to walk down to the village and get the mail. Even then, the photos aren’t necessarily worthy, like this one of a wildflower that has the focus not quite where I wanted it, but that’s okay. This shot is good enough to remind me of a late summer day when these plants were into their big purple spikes phase as summer slid quickly toward fall on my mountain.
Tuesday, August 27: Another quiet day, another walk to the village. This time my favorite photo was one of some of the cultivated flowers that decorate the village planting beds.
Wednesday, August 28: Sometimes I stop at this viewpoint on my drive to town just because it’s pretty. This time I pulled over to let the person who’d been tailgating me go on by. Since it’s still construction season, I caught up with them just a bit later when they got stuck behind one of the many dump trucks that drive up and down the mountain road this time of year.
Thursday, August 29: Mr. Karen and I decided to take a ride up the lift and walk back down the mountain picking huckleberries along the way, since this was the last day we could do that before the crowds arrived in earnest for the big holiday weekend. We did find some berries among the early bits of fall color.
Friday, August 30: First day of Fall Fest, the end of season celebration that brings many many people to my mountain to listen to live music (over a dozen acts in four day) and drink beer (and hard cider and hard seltzer and even some wine). I also like it for the number and variety of dogs I get to look at and sometimes pet. Sometimes I get lucky and a party with a dog sits nearby. Originally, Mr. Karen’s sister and her husband were planning to arrive in time to join us for the afternoon, but they got delayed and arrived around dinner time. We spent part of the evening looking at slides their family took in the 1970s, which was more interesting than it probably sounds.
Saturday, August 31: Full day at the fest. I volunteered to show up early and stake out our preferred spot in the shade. Our crew joined me when the music started at noon and we hung out until the last band finished around 7:30.
Sunday, September 1: Another full fest day. This time I got down to the village a bit later than the day before, and someone had already set up in our preferred spot. Fortunately, I had Kathy’s husband with me and he volunteered to figure things out while I went to park the car we’d just taken all our chairs and such out of. Since the other folks hadn’t left any people in their space to defend it, he was able to squeeze out stuff in behind them after slightly reducing their staked out area. They did have more folks show up with more chairs later, but they were all short chairs and the people took long breaks to go get beer and food and such, and they packed up before the last band started, so it wasn’t as bad as I’d feared initially. What was bad was most of the ciders running out during the day; I expected a few to disappear but had never seen this many go this early. I had to switch to hard seltzer which isn’t my favorite.
On this date in 2019 to 2023: No journal entries
2018: Where Did the Summer Go?
2013 to 2017: No entries
2012: Inland Northwest Sojurn
2007 to 2011: No entries
2006: Still Jogging
2005: It Did Not Go Well
2003 & 2004: No entries
2002: On the Road Again
« previous archives home notify list e-mail next »
Leave a Comment