One Half Dozen Hard Boiled Eggs
Dad checked the fridge, looking for eggs. There were 18 in there; way too many to use any time soon. So Dad decided to hard-boil 6 of them. He finished boiling them and then left them in the clear plastic container to cool on the counter top. Then he bolted out of the house for a meeting.
Later that day, Dad informed Mom-mom that there were some hard-boiled eggs in the fridge, available for breakfast or lunch tomorrow.
“Where?”, she asked.
“Right there in the clear egg carton”, “Dad answered confidently.
“You mean in here?”, replied Mom-mom holding up an empty clear egg six-pack. Read More…
Wounded Warrior Project
Mongo and Dad headed out to Ellensburg on the 4th of March of this year to again work with the Wounded Warrior Project. Wounded Warrior Project’s vision is: “To foster the most successful, well-adjusted generation of wounded service members in our nation’s history.”
Mongo and Dad enjoy their work with the veterans. This is an opportunity for some veterans to engage in a sport they already enjoy, and for others to learn a new skill. The veterans are all fine young Americans. Some are still in the service. Others have left the service. Some have lingering injuries from their time in the military. Others needed some assistance with the shotgun, and still others needed help with mobility, but all showed great spirit, drive, and determination to make the day a success.
The Ellensburg Alps
As Dad and Mongo exited the highway, the morning sum was crisp and clean. Dad could see the Cascades north of town as he drove up Main street. Read More…
Sunny Lincoln Park
Dad had completed his Great Backyard Bird Count survey on-line, and was now getting ready for a nice walk through Lincoln Park with Mongo. The sky was a beautiful cobalt blue, and everywhere Dad looked seemed to be a picture perfect view. On the drive over to Mom-mom’s house, he caught a glimpse of the Sound and was so struck by the image, he immediately detoured to take a picture. Read More…
Snoquera with Mongo and SPORK
Today, Dad, Mongo, and SPORK all headed up to the mountains for a hike. The days were getting longer and the crew had a morning start at driving to the trailhead.
The cherry trees were blossoming as Dad drove through Enumclaw. He passed the Pie Goddess shop on the way through, but made a note to stop in later. The sky was showing some blue hidden in between the big white puffy clouds. It was a little cool out, but just right for a stirring uphill hike.
The last time the team had visited the Wenatchee National Forest, it had been snowing in the mountains, and all of the mountains had a frosting of snow on their tops. This time the cherry trees were blooming in Enumclaw.
Dad parked in the National Forest Parking lot this time instead of along the highway. The last time up they had parked at the trailhead along HWY 410, but on the way out, Dad had noticed a pile of broken auto glass on the ground. It could have been the evidence of an old “smash & grab”. Dad could not convince himself that people would drive all the way up the mountian to break into cars, but he couldn’t quite convince himself that they wouldn’t either. So he parked in the regular parking lot.
Dad unloaded Mongo & SPORK and leashed up SPORK. Mongo never gets far from Dad so he is allowed to roam in the National Forest, but SPORK would fly off into the woods in a heartbeat, never to be seen again. She is not a good camper. Read More…
Vashon Island Hike
Dad and Mongo grabbed some food to go, and then headed towards the West Seattle Ferry Docks. It was time to pay a visit to George and Linda at the Palouse Winery, and explore a little bit of Vashon Island in the process.
They were lucky on the way to Vashon, the ferry was loading just as Dad pulled into the line. It was another cloudy and wet day, but that was not the kind of thing to dissuade Dad and Mongo from a hike. In fact, it just meant that they would most likely have the trail to themselves. And that the winery tasting room would be pretty quiet also, meaning there would be more snacks for Dad.
One dock worker directed Dad onto the ferry, and then another one made sure Dad’s truck was properly parked. He made sure Dad was up close to the car in front, and then crossed his wrists to show dad to cut the motor. Dad smiled at the man’s use of the aircraft marshaling signal. It seemed appropriate since Mongo and Dad were going to stop by George’s winery and George had been Dad’s instructor when Dad got his tailwheel rating in the Cub. The signal brought back fond memories of some of Dad’s piloting adventures.
Dad hopped out and opened the hatch on the truck canopy to let Mongo see out. The people behind him were quite amused as Mr. M made many different faces at them from the back of the truck.
Happy Pi Day
Mongo wishes everyone a happy Pi Day on 3.14.15.
Pie Goddess
Dad drove out to the Pie Goddess Shop in Enumclaw, WA for an appropriate pie for the celebratory dinner.
Trees in bloom in Auburn, WA
Trees were blooming along the side of the road.
PIE!
Dad picked the chicken pot pie. Mongo like PIE!
Mongo’s gallery
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