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Showing posts with label quinoa soup. Show all posts

Saturday, July 30, 2011

A BICYCLE FRIENDLY TOWN.

On Thursday, we set out to bicycle Davis, notably a bicycle friendly town with well-marked  lanes that can take you through a loop around town of about 35 miles. In high traffic areas, people are ultra considerate of bicyclers. They must have had bike riders on their city council.

Virginia and I were riding pretty sophisticated bikes, while Theo, weighing about 60 pounds has a small one-gear hard pumping  pedal bike.   Our first stop was a school playground for a rest.

The kids at this school have an organic garden. Besides standard fare, they had planted  and were learning about swiss chard, amaranth, quinoa, artichokes, herbs and sunflowers.
The bike trail runs by every school in Davis so kids can bike to school instead of bus, and many do. We saw walkers, riders, and  kids on the bike paths on their way to summer fun.
Virginia joked  that the freeway overpass at Chilies Road is the only hill in Davis.

Our goal was brunch at a favorite Davis restaurant, famous for their crepes and wraps, and fresh pastries. The kids enjoyed rich hot chocolate while waiting for their food. Theo had blueberry pancakes and sausage, but Owen  had a strawberry chocolate crepe that was the equivalent of a candy bar for his meal.

This was our turn around point at 6 miles. Davis has bike racks all over town and it is necessary to lock up bikes.  We could have taken a different way back to our starting point but the kids voted to return the way we came. We had passed at least four parks with playground equipment and they wanted a shot at one of them.

Within five minutes, Virginia’s tire went flat.

The same tire went flat a second time after another five minutes. It was obvious the tire needed to be changed.

Theo rested in a nearby tree.

Owen gave mom an assist and learned how the job is done. Done quickly, actually. Modern bikes are well-engineered for repairs on the road. Since Virginia has thousands of miles on her bike, she knows the necessity of on the spot tire changes.

And, their playground of choice has one of those (now banned by most schools and parks in California) a self-propelled merry-go-round.  They’ve been in parks and schools since I was a kid. It’s sometimes difficult to understand the over protective mind-set of decision makers. It probably has to do with avoiding law suits. (I promise not to rant.)

Later, at karate classes, the boys did some sparring.

Defensive skills are only part of the process. They learn values;  courage, attitude, perseverance, politeness, respect and consideration of others.

The littlest kids are a hoot to watch. Pure joy.

Monday, September 13, 2010

THE MOUTAINS OF COLORADO ARE IN SIGHT

We left McCook at 9 a.m. with Jim driving. I took over after we crossed into Colorado, just short of Morgan. The road was wide open, climbing, but not huge steep hills-yet. I drove through to Morgan City, CO. Then, Jim took the wheel. At that point, through the haze of one of those awful fires, we could just see the outline of the distant Rockies.
The countryside is getting dryer, browner.  A lot of hay rolling around. Some fields of short, browned off  sunflowers, probably an oil crop. Several huge, stinky  feedlots, a couple of oil wells, and not much else.
We pulled into Evans, Colorado, snugged next to Greeley.  James, the bartender/acting manager of the Evans Moose Club welcomed us for a cool one. When he heard Jim was a member of the Apache Junction Moose Club from Arizona, he told us he had a thank you card from an Apache Junction Moose Club member. It turned out to be Jim's longtime, good friend, Randy Vining. Jim had just spoken to him by phone earlier in the day.
While enjoying a local brewski, we paid into a 50/50 drawing and I WON!!!! So, we ended up having dinner at the lodge instead of my quinoa soup. It was too hot to cook anyway.
Changing the subject, this is a washing machine. Not one I'd like to use. I haven't forgotten my promise to revisit the Highland Plains (fantastic) Museum. Our signal is slow, so, hopefully I can download all of them.
I wouldn't like to be required to use this one, either.
 Nor this cruel and unusual punishment.

Truth to tell, my mother once had  one similar, but not quite as fancy, as this old Maytag. Funny, I happen to have a Maytag in my garage today. I'm so glad it doesn't resemble this hard working machine. I know the women of that time were glad to have such devices.
We've Come A Long Way Baby!