Where the Sidewalk Never Ends

Hey Folks!

I thought I’d share a few images of the area I live in. My place is an old house in an old neighborhood. It was built in ’38 and originally had no electricity. Trust me, we could use some upgrades. What I really want to share with you is our surroundings. The photos articulate the serenity well, but you can’t hear the University bells and cicadas, or smell the cedar from them.

Coming from Bakersfield, CA (think tract homes and swimming pools) I didn’t know places like this really existed. The Adventures of Pete & Pete was a total farce. Tree lined streets? Homes built before the ’60s? No way!

But sure enough, here it is.

The sidewalk goes on forever.

Shade on a hot summer’s day is a must when dog walking.

I still live close to my Alma Mater, so I had to sneak in a picture of my old sorority house. We had a brief but memorable stint.

This little house is for sale, I can has?

Gentrify, gentrify, gentrify.

Historic homes warm my heart. Sigh.

A Ladies Guide to Backpacking

Hello Everyone!

We are currently consumed with counting down the days (or rather weeks) until we head out for Santa Fe, NM and the San Juan National Park in Colorado. We are SO excited. We’ve been running miles on end, rain or shine, to make sure we summit Conejos this time. The weather would not permit us to conquer any summits the last three times we went backpacking, so we’re relying on good weather to get some true mountaintop photos!

I’ve put together a condensed camping list that’s pretty much as girly as it gets in the back country.

So here’s the skinny on the stuff I’m sure to pack on these escapades:

Light my fire mess kit. It’s got everything, cutting board, bowl, cup,and spork. These all collapse into main triangle compartment. It’s your mini kitchen away from your otherwise small kitchen!

These are things you don’t want to forget. Water bladder (don’t forget your treatment tablets), sleeping mat and rain cover. You don’t want your stuff getting wet and weighing you down. That equates misery and totally ruined (electronic) stuff!

Many seem to agree, Osprey is where it’s at. We call this top compartment the brain. It’s where you want to keep the “brains” of the operation accessible.

These are the “brains” of your backpacking operation. You certainly won’t see these in my purse on a daily basis.

So here goes:
SAS Survival Guide, because duh.
-Two sharp knives, in case you get stuck between a rock and a hard place and need to cut something off.
-Lighters, for lighting the stove.
-Headlamp, because it’s dark out there. And extra batteries for that matter.
-A pen, to write the words “I didn’t consult this SAS Survival Guide, Love you Mom!” when you are dying from eating the wrong berries.
-Beanie, make sure it’s lucky.
-Compass, because you don’t want to become a statistic.

Ladies, learn from my multi-day camping trips: waterless shampoo is the most amazing product you’ll ever have in the back country. It’s foamy good smelliness that you rub in your hair and dry out with a towel. It’s the equivalent to beach hair, but in the mountains. If you take anything away from this post, it’s this! It’s worth the extra weight in your pack.

Also, Toms bags make excellent toiletry sacks!

Gotta say, I’m a sucker for Patagonia. I’ve got Capilene Long Underwear for those cold nights. And their leggings for hiking. Don’t forget your Smartwool or New Balance socks for every temperature variation possible and bring a midweight top layer as well. Top that list off with rain gear, the unmentionables, and your most utilitarian pair of Chacos.

You’ll be ready for anything. Except bears, they kind of do what they want. Play dead.

And don’t do like I did last year and forget to bring street clothes to wear on the weekend trip to Santa Fe. My recycled Keen messenger bag will be perfect for all the goodies I’m going to bring home, probably all from Cost Plus World Market and Trader Joes. Be sure to leave this stuff in the trunk.

Our trip is the first week of August, only 17 days to go!

P.S. Don’t forget food, your man, and the attitude that “this mountain will run out of UP at some point!”

Okie Noodling 2011

Hey Folks!

I hope everyone is familiar with a little Oklahoman tradition called Noodling, and for those of you who are not, I will explain. There exists a small portion of courageous Oklahomans who love the sport of barehanded cat fishing. That’s right, these folks like to wade the shorelines of creeks, rivers, and lakes to find large, unpretentious catfish. They are fearless.

The annual Okie Noodling Festival held in Pauls Valley, OK has accumulated quite the cult following. I for one have conflicted emotions about the treatment of the catfish, but I also get caught up in the quirkiness of the event. It’s the same way I feel about reality television.

Take a look to see what I mean:

I guess this year Pabst Blue Ribbon had quite the role in sponsoring the event.

This young man won fourth place for one of his fine catches. He looked like he was having way too much fun in the fish tank!

Guess what catfish? Noodling has now been legalized in Texas, warn your southern kinfolk!

Blossom wanted to get a picture with the Okie Noodling Queen. Ahh, look at us; brushing elbows with Oklahoma Royalty. Maybe one day you can get all hot and dusty and experience the catfish aroma of the Okie Noodling Festival!