Hello from China! The other side of my world.
I started this post before leaving home and am just now getting around to figuring out how to finish it in Beijing. Which is okay at the end of the day because I have a few new photos to add.
But to start with...Icebergs from Newfoundland and Labrador!
This is definitely the last of winter. For sure. No doubt about it.
Well, maybe by May two-four we'll see the last of it. For sure. No doubt about it.
But it doesn't matter either way, because spring has really sprung!
I saw a robin and there is a crocus pushing through last year's grass remnants! Yes.
Maybe not so much 'sprung' as 'poured' or 'enveloped'.
Depending on which part of Newfoundland and Labrador you live.
Or what time of day it is today.
Mother Nature! You go girl!
I would love to tell you that I made these macarons, but alas, I did not.
These little macarons weigh about 10 grams each and contain about 15 grams of fat and sugar; yes, I am aware that, in a world were 'old fashioned' gravity is the order of the day, this kind of math is not permitted. But these little puppies are French...and are a testament to the miracle of French cooking- a veritable 'black hole' of calories. Just ask my hips. I can't explain it; you'll have to take it up with Einstein.
Macarons (French macaroons) are essentially meringue halves held together with buttercream. As well you know, anything that contains butter is a good thing.
Happy New Year!
January is the time of year when I am reminded that we live on a rock that protrudes farther into the Atlantic Ocean than can be reasonably justified.
And I am also reminded that our forefathers had a stellar amount of tenacity. And possibly cleated feet.
Doesn't get much better than a road trip with your sister and one of your best friends!
I am just back from a week away that saw us go from St. John's to Stephenville, with a few stops in between, and a slight detour up the Northern Peninsula.
The trip would have been two weeks had I stopped at all the places I wanted; apparently, you can't do it all.
We started out at Max Simms Camp just outside Bishop Falls for an event called BOW- Becoming an Outdoors Woman.
According to their website: "The Becoming an Outdoors Woman (BOW) Program is a workshop for women who wish to learn new outdoor recreation skills or enhance their knowledge of fishing, hunting and other outdoor activities". There were sessions in fly fishing, outdoor survival, archery, rifle shooting, and kayaking, just to name a few. I delivered a Nature Photography course. The camp was well run, educational, and loads of fun.
I took these pictures almost two months ago and am just now getting around to processing them. It has been that kind of summer.
Mistaken Point. According to the NL Wilderness and Ecological Reserves website: "Embedded in the planes of Mistaken Point's tilted and cleaved mudstone and sandstone, exposed by the pounding of the Atlantic waves, are fossils of the oldest creatures—in fact, the oldest complex life forms—found anywhere on Earth. Known to scientists as the Ediacara biota, they are creatures that lived 575 to 542 million years ago, when all life was in the sea". I couldn't have said that any better myself.
Burnt Head Loop is a beautiful coastal hike in Cupids, NL. According to Trail Peak "...great for all ages, passes by fine coastal scenery and should take no more than 1 - 1.5 hours". The trail has ample signage and, in September, there are oodles of blueberries and butterflies.
The first time I hiked Burnt Head Loop was for a wedding. It is not a challenging trail, but I definitely wouldn't recommend hiking it in heels. Thanks to the bride and groom, we were wise to the footwear requirement and all went well. And when the groom finally showed up (after getting waylaid coming from town) the ceremony went off without a hitch. It was very special. But then, would you expect any less from a wedding taking place in a community named Cupids?
Pretty darn good name for that bay, I am thinking. Had we gone all the way to Deadman's Bay I am pretty sure I would have been a corpse!
The guide indicates the trail will take 4-7 hours and is "moderate to difficult". I have done enough of the East Coast Trail to know that I am on the high end of hiking times. This may be because I stop every 5 minutes to take a picture, or it may be because I am getting a bit long in the tooth and wide in the chassis...hard to say, and pointless to question, but I am always mindful of it when I go on a hike.
I was in the shed a few days back waiting for the Keg to do its thing, and I decided to take a few snaps of some of the things that surrounded me.
My guitar- a Washburn, purchased for me by my Sherpa guide in Ottawa circa 1992. Not too expensive, we affectionately refer to it as a nice 'beater' guitar; always keeps its tune and I don't have to worry about giving it a few dings at a cabin party.
In fact, it had a full-blown hole in it at one point- a souvenir of our trip to Florida in 2009 to visit Dad and Ros- but it is hardly visible thanks to a handy young fella at Long and McQuade. A character guitar.
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