Never good

Rain drops on the web cam lenses is never good.  A long drought has ended with rain on the mountain.  Where's the holiday love?

It's My Cup of Tea

I like a cup of tea, with milk and sugar.  My favorite is Lipton.  It's a hard cup to order in trendy Portland.  Waiters shoot you a look and recommend something better, from their list of "good teas", and Lipton is never on that list. Usually, I just go home, put the kettle on and brew some myself.

The smell of Lipton tea takes me back to my late, grandmother's kitchen.  She's dealing some gin rummy and we're drinking some Lipton.  She could drink it boiling hot cause she had a tongue like a furnace door.  A Canadian girl, one of eleven kids, Annie Parks Fletcher or Nan, as I called her, made it from Saskatchewan to the orchards of the Hood River Valley where she lived to be 92. Nan could pick fruit all day, drain long golf putts and kick your ass at any card game you might know.  I guess you could call her life rich.  She liked a cup of hot tea too and it was Lipton.

Soggy Nelson B.C. Greatness



JP Auclair Street Segment (from All.I.Can.) from Sherpas Cinema on Vimeo.

Let's Get This Hard Pack Party Started!

This winter started with a wet, heavy, first coat, in the Oregon Cascadia but Dec. has given us such a long, dry-out that we're begging for the next shellacking.  Urban theatrics drove us out of town.  We needed to "occupy snow".  We hiked for harbor at Cloud Cap, on the N. side of Mt. Hood.  We were after some exercise, a look around and maybe avoidance of a road-rage homicide, in Portland.  The brittle blue sky was the show-off guest of the weekend.  Half a moon, casting vampire trees on the snow, at 3 a.m. and that stretch between 1 and 3 in the afternoon when the wind dies and the warmish sun races for the mountain's cold shoulder; were the high cards in a pretty good hand.