Chasin' Geese
Sorry for the horror-ablly long delay between posts! Absolutely unforgivable! I mean, how very rude! I mean, *really*...what nerve! Get everyone all excited about the new blog site, post a few boring posts with photos ripped off from Better Baking magazine, then toss the whole project to the side, pretending it had never happened. The attention span of a baby.
Well, we were duly punished this morning when we attempted to meet a mountain-dwelling man named Nash about some wood. The weather was fine down in Lyons, so we headed out (with an almost empty tank of gas, just to make things interesting) at 9am for a 10am meeting, expecting a lovely day in the mountains and perhaps even a hike! Michael (me) chose to drive and drive he did, doggone-it! Slowly and carefully ("overcautiously" as Gretchen likes to say), right up the winding road, and directly into a mild snowstorm. We arrived in a small funky town called Ward and stopped to ask directions to Gold Hill. The man said, "Do you have studded tires [on that fluffy little Canadian coupe]? No? Hmm...well, you can't take Lick Skillet Road then. You'll hafta go south along the Peak to Peak, then take a left when you see the sign for Gold Hill. Be careful, though, cause there's a whole long section of road where there aren't any guardrails and it'll be kinda dicey in this snow. Also, there're a coupla switchbacks, so just take it easy."
I turned right around and headed back to Lyons. We had just enough gas and made it home safely. We spent the rest of the evening making things in the kitchen. Unfortunately, I don't have any photos of those products...a lovely pot of hearty vegetable soup, some somewhat-too-fluffy though quite delicious broccoli-corn bread, and an odd batch of "almost brownies", made with a banana, some applesauce, and some cocoa (and flour, salt, sugar, etc.).
That's the story, folks. Stay tuned for further posts. Promise.
-m
Well, we were duly punished this morning when we attempted to meet a mountain-dwelling man named Nash about some wood. The weather was fine down in Lyons, so we headed out (with an almost empty tank of gas, just to make things interesting) at 9am for a 10am meeting, expecting a lovely day in the mountains and perhaps even a hike! Michael (me) chose to drive and drive he did, doggone-it! Slowly and carefully ("overcautiously" as Gretchen likes to say), right up the winding road, and directly into a mild snowstorm. We arrived in a small funky town called Ward and stopped to ask directions to Gold Hill. The man said, "Do you have studded tires [on that fluffy little Canadian coupe]? No? Hmm...well, you can't take Lick Skillet Road then. You'll hafta go south along the Peak to Peak, then take a left when you see the sign for Gold Hill. Be careful, though, cause there's a whole long section of road where there aren't any guardrails and it'll be kinda dicey in this snow. Also, there're a coupla switchbacks, so just take it easy."
I turned right around and headed back to Lyons. We had just enough gas and made it home safely. We spent the rest of the evening making things in the kitchen. Unfortunately, I don't have any photos of those products...a lovely pot of hearty vegetable soup, some somewhat-too-fluffy though quite delicious broccoli-corn bread, and an odd batch of "almost brownies", made with a banana, some applesauce, and some cocoa (and flour, salt, sugar, etc.).
That's the story, folks. Stay tuned for further posts. Promise.
-m
posted by Flanagan at 8:45 PM
4 Comments:
Lick Skillet Road
Admit it! You made that up!
If not, too perfect. LOL!!!
Good to see you back on the blog.
I have a great mental picture of the old salt who gave you directions. I can't decide if it would be better to have a real picture of him or not.
That sounds like lots of fun... you know if you still had the old Explorer you would't have that issue.....
You should move back to Maine...not as many mountians
A delicious story and a testament to the fact that technology has infiltrated every rustic pore of our hairy bags of water. Mike is a cyborg trapper and trader risking limb in his canadian sportscar. This would make a wonderful t.v. show.
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