Walking around
Remember how I was all, "I'm going to walk around in the woods for 2 weeks" and shit?Well, that's about to actually happen.
Like, this coming weekend it starts.
Even though I'm still sort of in denial about the whole thing.
Like, yeah, we've packed two bear canisters with 32 pounds of food, shipped a giant 34 pound box of food to our resupply guy, gone on some training death marches, set up the tent in the backyard, bought a new tent when the old one turned out to have some dry rot (15 years of hard labor, poor thing), test cooked dinner on our campstove, rebuilt the campstove when we realized all the O-rings were about to blow, outfitted ourselves with as much OMNI-FREEZE sunblocking clothing as we could find, realized we might be cold and then packed our sub-zeroest long underwear and down jackets and booties, dipped matches into paraffin to waterproof them, read the fishing reports, stuffed gallons of peanut butter and Nutella into squeeze tubes, filled soft bottles with booze, weighed our packed bags (53.25 pounds? HOLY EFFING MUTHER FUCKING SHIT) and put our mail on hold but still I haven't come to terms with the fact that we are about to go into the woods for two weeks.
Oh yeah. Let's do this. I mean, I guess we could. Or we could stay home and lie down. |
And that my rickety arthritic feet are going to carry me over six mountain passes (we're starting at Muir Trail Ranch in the middle, there), with one being the highest peak in the contiguous US.
14,495 feet? Don't say crazy things, map. |
Yes, yay for those things.
And also spreadsheet planners, maps, new bosses that are totally OK with their new employees ditching out on work for two weeks when they've only been working for a month, super helpful neighbor/co-backpackers that planned most everything else about this trip, friends who are watching the dog/cat/fish/house, other friends who are driving us to the trailhead, other OTHER friends letting us stay in their cabin the night before so that we don't have to camp at the trailhead for an early morning start, neighbor's wives who are picking us up at the end and, you know - a lot of things are yay.
As it turns out, it takes a fucking village to allow three people to leave life for two weeks to walk around in the woods.
Like morons.
Or at least that's how that sentence keeps coming out of people's mouths.
So yeah, that's happening.
Not really a farmer yet
I started my first job as a farmer and IT'S FUCKING AWESOME I LOVE IT and soon hopefully I will have an actual crop growing so that I can actually farm.Because, right now, what I'm doing is a lot more like planning to farm than actual farming. It's a lot of strategy and system design and plant nerdy nonsense that I won't bore you with (though, if you're into bio-mechanical filtration, I can talk at length. I'm sure you're interested so don't all email me at once.), but since all of our other farmers are farming their asses off, I get to see awesome shit like this on the daily.
Dry farmed tomatoes becoming FOR REALS. |
Calendula fields for the edible flower packs. |
So much squash SO MUCH FUCKING SQUASH. |
Why yes I WOULD like to fill up the passenger side of my car with whatever I want to pick from the farm. |
And YES I DO have something to hold the first tomatoes of the season hold on while I use my hat. |
I WOULD love a flat of padron peppers that are just too big for retail, thanks for asking! |
Also some garlic and Napoletano basil because why not? |
Yes. Yes I will take home a bouquet of basil. |
And this flat of green beans that was left on my desk by the green bean fairy. Which is weird but totally OK with me. |
Just the best 10th anniversary ever is all
Bubba's mysterious SURPRISE face. My drunk happy face. You recognize it. |
John Hiatt, Montalvo Winery, warm summer night, Bubba... |
I was pleased. TO THE POINT OF BURSTING. |
But at least if you DO have to fight a bear, it will be with your Bubba by your side. As it should be. (Well done on the anniversary plans, Bubba. Do you give lessons to other husbands? Because I have a candidate . . .)
ReplyDeleteGood luck, you crazy kids. May the Force be with you.
I was mightily impressed with his planning and execution. Perhaps overly so, but whatever.
DeleteSee you on the other side!
What Kristin said (re: Can Bubba give lessons?!). You kids have a freaking awesome time and don't break nuthin', k?!
ReplyDeleteP.S. I hate you for having access to soooooo many fresh-fresh veggies!
I endeavor to break nothing at all. SAYS I TO THE UNIVERSE PLEASE AND THANK YOU.
DeleteDon't you kind of have a boatload of veggies in your backyard, Peach Tree Having Lady?
Don't forget to put out some food for the critters while you're gone. Or hopefully have someone check in on them. ;-)
ReplyDeleteHave fun and BE SAFE!!! Come back to us in one peace...ya weirdos.
I feel like, if you were not already married and were getting married now, you would opt for a basil bouquet and blow all of the hipsters away who are currently using dandelions and such.
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