Monday, July 14: Mr. K and I took the lift up to the top of the mountain and did a short ramble along the ridge and one of the trails. Lots of wildflowers to see, one of which was a resting spot for a butterfly.
Tuesday, July 15: I didn’t take photos, so I’m not entirely sure what I did with my time other than watch video and color pictures on my phone. I did screenshot this page from the a 1958 Sears catalog because I was interested to see the colored stockings (and see them shown with open toed shoes, which was a no no by the time I was in my pantyhose wearing heyday).
Wednesday, July 16: Went out huckleberry picking with Mr. K. We found plenty, and also came across these twin berries (technically edible, but not tasty and apparently can be toxic if eaten in high quantities). Plus Mr. K found an empty (and rather worse for wear) pull tab top Olympia beer can, which has to be at least 30 years old, as that style was phased out in favor of the stay on tab/ring pull style in the 1970s/1980s.
Thursday, July 17: Made a huckleberry pie then walked to the village to get the mail and admire the wildflowers, though some in one of the patches looked like they were cultivated flowers that had either re-seeded themselves or been transplanted by wildlife, as they look more like the flowers the resort plants in their beds in the village than anything I’ve seen growing wild. The internet tells me those red and white blossoms are Sweet William, of which there are wild varieties in Idaho, but none I could find look like these.
Friday, July 18: More huckleberry picking with Mr. Karen. On our walk to the berries, we passed many goldenrod plants just covered in bees. Good to see so many of them around.
Saturday, July 19: Walked over to the wine festival in the village. Decided to skip buying the mandatory glass to do wine samples and just indulged in the food and music. I had pierogi ravioli as my first course.
Sunday, July 20: Went out to my friends’ place on the other side of the city to hang out with them and more friends. On my way back to the freeway, snapped this typical rural scene of a tarped stack of hay bales.
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