Wednesday, June 06, 2007

10,886 to go

Ruidoso Downs, 5/28-6/4







At the intersection of playing in the mud and sustainable building, just off Hwy 70, lies the base of a compressed-earth-block shop. In India, Habitat for Humanity uses a manual press to form the bricks. Here, Luther's used a mechanized version, built by a conservitive father-son team and powered by a bio-diesel tractor, to form over 3,000 block so far. Brad and Luther set the first line of bricks, 114. When all is said and done, the truces will be hoisted onto the 11,000 brick structure.







Surprisingly, Aslin didn’t opt for a swim in the Rio Ruidoso. Luther and Amanda have a great little spot along the river. If the neighbor kids don’t chop any more willow, I’m predicting a hammock sanctuary by fall.




Lesson of the week- Basil germinates with a satisfying quickness. The pollinator blend from Seeds of Change may take a little longer. Ideally, the borage, millet and butterfly weed will ease the hummingbird’s nectar habit. Extra bonus if the seeds step into a cover crop role, defending young apple trees from horehound and the ever pesky thistle. Safe from deer and dogs, the radishes are raising themselves from the ground. A dense patch of baby cabbage makes a strong case against planting in strong New Mexico winds. Walls of water shield a tomato crop sure to encourage more of Luther’s hand made ravioli. There’s a good chance we’ll meet this garden again, in a few years when the asparagus has settled in.




It’s a little overcast. Nothing ominous like yesterday’s break from 80-degree weather that delivered hail to the fragile celery starts, but the blue sky is broken, shading sections of the hills on either side of us. So ends our week at Ruidoso Downs’ Blue Tube Farm and (recently fenced!) dog park. Or as we like to call it, our second Craig’s List Miracle.


Many thanks to Luther, Amanda and the animals for agreeing to host us months later than expected!

Sunday, June 03, 2007

Lost and Found

And while we're making lists...

Lost
3 flip flops- Idaho/Cambria,California(?)
1 wool blanket- Millet, Alberta
2 rings- Coeur d'Alene, Idaho
1 jar of Ukiah's special chili powder- Carstairs, AB
1 New Mexico map- (Arizona?)
2 stainless bowls- parking lot, Idaho
2 socks (not a pair)- laundromat, California
1 soccer ball- Cambria, California
1 skateboard- Tucson, Arizona
1 necklace- hotel, California
1 water bottle- California (?)
1 Bonsai potato- Tuscon, Arizona
1 sweater- Stone Curves, Tucson, Arizona
1 glass measuring cup- ?
1 tea cup- Alamogordo, New Mexico
2 bags parsnips and beets- Lake Okanagan, BC
1 DS game, Metroid Prime- Sacramento, CA
1 mechanical pencil- (?)


Lost and Found
10 cords (camera, ipod, computer, phone, game boy... ) and 1 very precious coffee pot- Mayerthorpe, Alberta
1 atlas- Ruidoso Downs, New Mexico
--keys, wallets, lip balm, sun screen, books, clothes box lid, bottle opener, glasses, hats and gloves, watch
----sleep, appetite, hope, confidence, fear, sense of humor


Found

friends, pretty rocks, books, amaryllis bulbs, recipes, copper charm, tee shirts, Mr. Deity, skills, cat toy, inspiration, poison oak remedies, beautiful landscapes...

Saturday, June 02, 2007

A few months of reading

A version of this book list, has been sitting in a draft file, waiting patiently to be linked to the larger world.

It's a source of debate, but the L and A homestead library likely outweighs the Wolf oven that baked this morning's cinnamon rolls. A collection of bird books, 10 feet of well-used cook books, a growing department of construction/engineering/design titles and double-shelved rows of fiction indicate many things. Most importantly, it looks as though a visit to Ruidoso Downs will result in the quadrupling of our own must read book list. (Proper inspiration to bring this list to light!)


nora-
Little House on a Small Planet, Shay Salomon
How to be Good and A Long Way Down, Nick Hornby
The Distinguished Guest, Sue Miller
Women in the Material World, Faith D'Aluisio & Peter Menzel
The Math Instinct: Why You're a Mathematical Genius (Along with Lobsters, Birds, Cats, and Dogs), Keith Delvin
Total Yoga, Tara Fraser
Waxwings, Jonathan Raban
Jesus Land, Julia Scheeres
The Homework Myth: Why Our Children Get Too Much of a Bad Thing, Alfie Kohn
Babbitt, Sinclair Lewis
Healing Wise, Susan Weed

brad-
Snobbery, Joseph Epstein
Fish Lips, Andy Lochrie
Bait and Switch and Nickled and Dimed Barbara Ehrenreich
Global Woman: Nannies, Maids and Sex Workers in the New Economy, Barbara Ehrenreich and Arlie Hochschild
Assassination Vacation, Sara Vowell
The Man in the High Castle, Philip K. Dick
Middlesex, Jeffrey Eugenides
Kitchen Confidential, Anthony Bourdain
Time and Again, Jack Finney
Dark Imaginings, Robert Boyer


ukiah
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Rolling Stone
Hitchikers Guide to the Galaxy, Restaurant At the End of the Universe, Life, the Universe & Everything, and So Long, and Thanks for all the Fish; Douglas Adams
Antarctica, Peter Lerangis
Abarat, Clive Barker
Dark Lord of Derkholm, Diana Wynne Jones


aslin
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Pinky Pyeand Ginger Pye, Eleanor Estes
Stone Soup magazine
The Cat Lady, Damien Graves
Ella Enchanted, Gail Carson Levine
Misty of Chincoteague, Marguerite Henry
Witch,Elizabeth Lenhard
BFG and The Witches, Roald Dahl


Enjoyed by two or more members of the owlhouse
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Criminal, Ed Brubaker & Sean Phillips
The Giver, Lois Lowry
Milkweed, Jerry Spinelli
The Stupidest Angel: A Heartwarming Tale of Christmas Terror, Christopher Moore
NeverWhere, Neil Gaiman
Sisters Grimm #01: The Fairy-Tale Detectives, Michael Buckley
Anthills of the Savannah, Chinua Achebe
The Westing Game, Ellen Raskin
The Squirrel Mother, Megan Kelso
Let's Go Roadtripping USA on a Budget
Fast Food Nation, Eric Schlosser
Ishmael, Daniel Quinn
Sagas of the Canadian West, Frank Anderson


This trip's earlier reads have not been linked, but selections will be personally reviewed upon request!


Thursday, May 31, 2007

Yeee haw!







Welcome to real cowboy country. We're driving down the road near the Billy the Kid Casino when Nora says we should go check it out.
That big casino? Ok then. Upon entering however we are easily distracted by the horse race track. We are surprised to find standing is free, and watch a few races. Tractors prepare the race course to be trampled on as a truck drives the starting gate to the appropriate place. We stand so close to the course that Aslin and I are splattered with dirt as the horses charge past us. The horses we bet on, Back by Fact and Show me the Policy, (the only woman jockey, #8, pink) get 2nd and 3rd place - That's bad luck.

















A friendly lizard apparently knew its way back to where it was found, it walked on my hand the whole way. We looked in the field guide and think it might be a tiger salamander.
-Ukiah













I just met 4 of the greatest dogs ever, Tycho, Anise, Ouzel, and Brie. Tycho and Anise are boys and Ouzel and Brie are girls. Anise is the oldest. Tycho and Ouzel are about the same age and Brie is HUGE but she is just a puppy (the youngest). When Brie is done drinking she will come and drool on you (I know what you are thinking, that's nasty, and yes it is). Anise loves to lie right up on the back door, blocking the dog door is his way of controlling the other dogs. Tycho is a cutie for sure and we love him. We took the dogs for a walk and he got really exited and tried to bite off his leash. Last but not least, Ouzel is the most hyper of all the dogs. On our walk she could run forever! The dogs are all one big bucket of fun.

Aside from the dogs, Luther is a great cook he can make the best french bread, from scratch. Amanda is a wonderful veterinarian she can really do her job, I know because I went to work with her. Plus she is really good at teamwork, working with other people to shave dogs, do surgery and clean teeth. by-Aslin

Monday, May 28, 2007

white sands


If you're looking to film a snow/desert segment for your upcoming feature film, we suggest White Sands National Monument. In the Tulorosa Basin, low between the San Andres and Sacrament mountains, Lake Lucero collects spring run-off and monsoon tides. No rivers run from the lake. Slow evaporation and ground absorption allow for an unusual mineral concentration. Seasonally the lake recedes, exposing selenite crystals to substantial southwest winds. Gypsym sands blow through the basin, moving the 275 square miles (largest white sand dune int he world!) of dunes up to 30 feet annually.

Near the end of the eight mile park drive, a recreation area is dedicated to sledding, trampling, rolling, writing and angel making.

In the nature study area, where no sleds are allowed, a few plant-types have adapted to life in the sands. A rosemary-mint does wonders to counter the sand's slight urine scent. The soaptree yucca works to out pace the ever moving sands, elongating its leaves by more than a foot per year. The desert cottonwood can survive if even a few of its leaves remain above ground. These plants may thrive even when their first 30 feet are buried. As the parabolic and transverse dunes move on, the newly exposed yucca will collapse while the fibrous roots of other plants will hold a mound of sand, creating a landscape of green-topped mushrooms.

Racing up and down the dunes, self-generating breezes were a great relief from the mid-day heat.

King of the hill, Ukiah practices handstands and wonders why we only get one day in this magical kingdom. Off trail hiking and back "woods" camping are allowed. Another for our must return list.

Brad watched the clouds on the horizon, wondered if it might rain. Aslin, studying for her junior ranger badge, quoted the safety procedures. "If you see lightening, get off the dunes. If you can't, curl into a ball, not touching anything, keeping your knees to your chest." At the first marker, we heard thunder. Half-way through our short hike, Ukiah finally saw lightening first hand. Laughing, running, fearing, mesmerized, the end of the hike found us surrounded by storm clouds on three sides.

Observations on the missile range surrounding the sands, the noticeable decrease in road-kill along that section of hwy 70, the blinding yellow Oklahoma Hummer heavy with drycleaning, the unremarkable Rio
Grande at Los Cruces, the dramatic increase in southern accents- another time.

Off to Ruidoso Downs...

Sunday, May 27, 2007

"Best hike ever!"

Aslin's words. "You know I'm usually complaining by this far into a hike."


The rest of us confirm on both counts, Echo Canyon in the Chiricahua Mts is possibly the greatest day (morning) hike ever and she usually is complaining by the end of the second mile.


Before the hike details, you should know that we didn't make it out of Tucson with out one final visit with our mechanic, the moonlight voice of Liberty Radio. Marvel of the modern world, air conditioning, kept us cool the the Tucson city limit. I graciously thanked and declined the border patrol agent's (quicker to the scene than highway patrol) offer of water. Freedom fighter Mike was rock solid confident that the van wasn't actually overheating, that it was safe to drive into the shop. We were on the road again before my panic/despair mode even kicked in.

Eventually we made it to the campground- 24 sites in a wilderness area of 11,985 acres. Heading into Memorial Day Weekend, we failed our good intentions to arrive early, but still managed to find a beautiful (though excessively bug-filled) site.






From our base at Bonita Creek, dry except for a few hours a year, we hiked through the alligator junipers along a trail built by Franklin D. Roosevelt's Tree Army. The Civilian Conservation Corp's long abandon bake ovens stand alone at the edge of a meadow. Grateful for a distraction from blood hungry mosquitoes, we searched the tree canopy for the power-tool buzzing cicada. A mile away, at Faraway Ranch, we heard stories of Swedish immigrants and Buffalo soldiers.

The first sold fraudulent stories of battles with the Apache to guests looking for authentic an cowboy experience. The later, after securing watering holes from Apache who never attacked, built a 10-foot monument to President Garfield, who as a senator, worked to secure equal pay for African-American soldiers.











Reacquainted with our tent, we managed our earliest pack ever. Packed, fed and on the road to the trial head at 8:51.








Past the Sea Captain and China boy, Echo Canyon brings us up close and personal to formations whose names have not been published.

"It's like the rocks got too hot, they made bubbles and then, pop," Aslin.

Just past Ukiah's "pancakes,"

through the keyhole, the canyon floor comes into view.

Sure, it's called a "canyon" hike, but the view from Massai point doesn't predict the bird songs and the oak forcing it's way up from a boulder.

A friend suggested that the rock formations of the Chiricahua's rival those of the Grand Canyon. A don't have that point of comparison, but as Ukaih said, "amazingly beautious."

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

if at first you don't succeed

try, try again.
David took multiple shots of us in our new let there be light lamps. Regrettably, Brad thought the entire photo session was dedicated to mad scientist impressions. With any luck, er, I mean, with sound mechanical repair, our multiple attempts to get Buttercup back on the road will prove far more successful.



Sure, Mike has his doubts on global warming coupled with a theory on some sort of new communism he's dubbed common-ism, but he'd like to have coffee and discuss our differences. Because that's what Americans do. And this particular libertarian-American seemed to have gone through our car wearing a head lamp of his own. Mike replaced the air filter "for free", doesn't know why anyone would replace just the left tie-rod, and triple checked the fans. The van has a "good aura" and he doesn't even believe in these things. He charged the a/c with F-12 anyway, just to be safe. A mile-a-minute talker, real words, I don't detect fasttalk.


"It's no good having a nice mechanic." He once had a guy from out of state cancel payment on a $4,500 engine rebuild. There's a 200 gallon aquarium in the office. "Need someone to get the job done." Blew a water pump in the outside LA back in what- '93? There should never be televisions in the lobby, they stress people out. Just tranquil fish. He knows what it's like to be stranded. Made a vow to always give priority to water pumps. "You need someone mean to go in, tell you what's going on. What it takes to fix it." At 20-minutes past closing and an off duty mechanic checks the temperature in the tropical tank, says good night to the platy and zebra danios.

Mike and his wife would love to come to Seattle. If we make it home, I'll happily take them for coffee.

there are worse things

Like, say, peacekeepers profiting in gun trade.

Or, engaging in war on fraudulent intelligence, with no regard for history only to leave troops entirely unprepared.

And allowing non-organic hops in "organic" beer.

Then there's the carcinogenic soda industry and new evidence on the link between pesticides and Parkinson's disease.

So clearly, life complicated by our demanding little miss Buttercup, is on the low end of things that are wrong in the world. And while many are overwhelmed when confronted with the pain and injustice in the world, I am optimistic. Cynically optimistic, but hopeful none the less. I marvel at our accomplishment in spite of it all.

In a former life, Chris was a travel agent. With a few clicks, she found us $95 seats out of Phoenix. We passed. The cash cushion is wearing quite thin, but we'll press on. One way to Seattle out of Denver can't be that much more. With any luck, we'll be on the road tomorrow.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

because

no one wants to end the day on a sad note.



Tomorrow's another day.
(Anyone with "I told you so" comments or thoughts,
should not share them.
Words of encouragement and/or standing job offers in Seattle
are most welcome.)


the good news

- the pump probably only started leaking in the last 100 miles. Not really good news, now is it? But that's not all... every new water pump loves the company of a brand new thermostat. Oh. And. That hose. Way in the back. It appears to be cracked.

I've concluded that Buttercup loves Canada but struggles here in the states. Whose idea was this anyway?

I'm going to watch a movie and ignore the realities. Head in the sand.