Saturday, December 31, 2016

A Different Kind of Catch and Release.

 I've been busy cleaning up hives and frames.  Gearing up for next spring.

 A farewell meal of old cranberries and apples was to much to resist.
 Time for a little ride in the car.
 And a great new home.
I fished the lower end of Big mill, with no luck.
But I hit the jackpot when I stopped in the valley on the way home to visit with Jace we dove into a Toppling Goliath Tsunami Pale Ale. We enjoyed the brew and told stories about the fish we didn't catch.  

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

A Pretzel at Graze

 Our view from the bar.
 Susie had an Alisha Maria - ginger beer and juices and three floyd's for me.

Soft Pretzel
sea salt, house mustards, Widmer's cheese spread.

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Days Are Getting Just a Bit Longer.

 With just five days to go in 2016 I took advantage of the warm temperatures and open water.
 With the sun in my eyes it was tough to get this shot of a big foot along the stream.  It appears he took his fishing pole out for a walk too.
 I hadn't fished this stretch of stream for several years but there are still a few good holes that can hold a trout or two.
I was one for two.   :)

Monday, December 26, 2016


 Good place go hang.
 Bees are looking strong.
 Guess who got to go along to the trout stream?
 And guess who caught a trout?


Friday, December 23, 2016

Christmas Eve Eve.

 Just as the pagan Yule log lit up the night our twinkling lights 
bring life to this winters night.

Celebrating a New Year cleaning tradition.

  Wednesday we celebrated the winter solstice.  The reversal of the Sun's ebbing presence in the sky, the rebirth of sun gods. 
38*  in shorts, post fatmans.

Sunday, December 4, 2016

Work All Day and Play All Night.

 There's still a touch of green in the timber.
Another load of wood before the snow flies. 
 Time to celebrate the season with hot coco and grand marnier 
Canadian Pacific Holiday Train rolling into Bellevue.  
 The big guy.
 Grand entrance.
From the prairies of Saskatchewan to Bellevue, Iowa,  The Colin James Band.
 I've never been a big fan of young white boys with crew cuts singing the blues 
but Matthew Curry rocks  Jimi Hendrix  down at the Mill.
 Maybe I should have rolled up the window yesterday after I was done cuttin wood.
 Second day of deer season and this is what I woke up to.
 Hoop house harvest.