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A Week in Photos: 2025, Part 35

September 9, 2025

Monday, August 25: Mr. Karen and I went up to the top of the mountain to treat ourselves to lunch. (We did get food, just started with two of the fancy cocktails.)

Two cocktails in rocks glasses sitting on a wooden slat table along with two plastic tumblers of ice water.

Tuesday, August 26: Brick pattern in the entry way to the building my friend has her studio in down in the city. Love the detail.

Orange red brick wall with green brick accents.

Wednesday, August 27: After accidentally leaving my house keys in my studio space in town the night before, I instituted the mini-carabiner system for bundling all the relevant key rings for an outing … much harder to lose a big jangly bundle than two keys on a small ring.

My hand holding a bundle of key rings on a small silver carabiner.

Thursday, August 28: Busy day: studio in the morning before it got too warm, last lift ride for the summer (our passes are blocked out on certain busy weekends), got the house ready for guests, including baking two huckleberry pies.

My feet, clad in dirty white running shoes and blue patterned anklet socks, held out in front of me as I ride the chairlift down the mountain on a slightly smoky day. The ski village is laid out at the bottom of the lift, with the lake in the valley below the mountain.

Friday, August 29: Just as the weekend beer/cider/music/food festival was starting, a hail storm rolled in. I was glad we hadn’t rushed down there to get there when it opened. The storm did blow past, and while the bands couldn’t perform (the stage had to be partially taken down due to the weather), the beer and cider tents did open along with most of the food and some of the vendors. I was delighted to see the grilled cheese truck (well, a trailer now) had returned after several years absence.

Looking out a glass sliding door to a balcony scattered with hail pellets. Streaks of the pellets falling on the street beyond the balcony.

Saturday, August 30: Hung out in the village drinking cider and listening to music and eating from the food trucks with Mr. K’s sister Kathy and her husband Kent, who’d arrived late the night before. I did leave the festival a bit early to stop in at a housewarming party some of my friends were having, figuring there were still two more days of festival and likely no more houswarmings forthcoming anytime soon. (Yes, my koozie is from 2016 … it’s the only one we have that fits the pint glasses we buy for the fest.)

Me, a sixtysomething white lady with blue hair pulled back, wearing bright tie dye tee and holding a glass in a bright yellow neoprene sleeve.

Sunday, August 31: More music and food and beverages at the festival with Mr. K and Kathy and Kent, followed by a twilight sail.

On a sailboat at twilight, with hills along the shore and a pastel sky.

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On this date in 2006 through 2024: No journal entries
2005: Not Worth the Time
2004: Alaska: The Teaser Entry
2002 & 2003: No entries

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