We had three inches of rain over the past 24 hours (and I admit to seeking out a double hot/double dollop hot milk and brandy last night to calm the nerves). Windfall and debris littered the driveway this morning and the river had jumped nearly 10 feet in height.
Our breezy and crisp fall? With last night’s heavy rain, just like that, officially and irrevocably over in my book. Yup, it happened so fast.
But if you like wet winters on the rivers and rain sneaking through the trees, tomorrow should be near-perfect conditions. As for me, well, no fishing or hiking for this lad. I’ll be making an effort to tidy up the blog and to prepare for some Thanksgiving time with family. I’m not sure I take these holidays (any holidays) as seriously as I should, so for once I’ll slow down my caffeinated calling as bnb owner and innkeeper and reflect on things I should be thankful for. If I don’t do it now I may just up and forget.
I wish I could ask our canine gal Molly how she came to be abandoned, and if she likes her digs in Hiouchi, and if she enjoys the attention. But until that time I’ll need to rely on the unique abilities of those who can, in their own way, make sense of the world of our four-legged creature-friends. Natalie and Darren from the UK are among those came equipped to listen. My thanks (and luck) is that I get more then my share of animal lovers. And I asked Molly later, she liked them too.
Not sure I would call it a vacation — I had Kevin and Cassy working hard for their room and board. Keven and I in the kitchen, cooking; Cassy and I over lists of plants and trees, plotting out a design for the turf out by the hot tub and drive. But they still had time for reading and pulling corks from wine bottles procured from their portable cellar. Oh, I am thankful for people who know and share their love of food and libation.
Lovers of trees and dogs, Lars and Claudia seemed quite content surrounding themselves with redwoods and Molly. On a mission this past summer to see all hundred or so redwoods in southern Germany, those forays were only prologue to their finding the titans and yet knowing when to stop tramping to collect them all. Moderation is good.
Family get-togethers are still a novelty to me. For others, it’s the norm. Siblings Jon and Judy (on the far left and right), and their respective spouses Norm and Vicky, get together at a bnb or hotel once a year. It helps when the people involved are decent to their core, as this crew was.
Joanne and Mel were retracing steps taken many decades earlier — with their kids, they’d camped Jed Smith and nearby Mill Creek campgrounds. They admitted the trails weren’t as easy this time back but they must have had some fun back in the day to have driven all this way north.
You think I have it hard dealing with all manner of guests? I have to wonder what it must be like dealing with me? Yeesh. Who is this guy?! I score when guests have an open mind and don’t judge severely. And we did come from slightly polar perspectives, yes? But I don’t think I enjoyed eating with or chatting with two people more than Jo and Greg.