Letting Go at Yosemite Falls

Posted By: admin, Filed Under: Hiking, mom

02.12.13 | Permalink | 4 Comments

The sun’s glare heats the ridge of my nose, my  shoulders are warm and the fifty Japanese tourists that just filed up the paved incline begin to ricochet from fencepost to fencepost, angling their iPads and phones and cameras, each catching a glimpse of Yosemite Falls on the tiny digital displays. A large bevy of them stops to take a photo of Jolene, and then of themselves with Jolene, their American by-the-falls mascot. Then, across the field of boulders they notice Ford and Chas, scrambling over the rock, inching their way toward the falls.




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Debris Shelter Birthday

Posted By: Alis, Filed Under: Compass, forts & such, Sticks, wood

02.27.11 | Permalink | 11 Comments

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Seth recently attended a Debris Shelter Birthday party hosted by the coolest mom on our hillside Stitch Diva!  If you want to learn how to make a proper British debris shelter, watch this kookey video.  Or you can follow along and see how the kids at the party built them.

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First you start with a tripod of two short sticks and one long stick lashed together in a pup tent configuration.

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Next you build the skeleton out of beefy sticks.

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Then you haul whatever debris you can find to your shelter.

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This is a great way to channel some of that hyperactive birthday energy.

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Then you pile as much debris on the shelter structure as you can.  Or in this case your thoughtfully place the sticks :-)

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Finally you settle in for a rockin’ after party in your rad debris shelter!

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The kids all got compasses with emergency whistles on them which Seth loved!  The birthday boy gets a big Boy’s Almanac thumbs up because he decorated his cake with bugs and a rat.  This is a photo of him liking the icing off the rat ~ yum!





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Great Wintry Expectations

Posted By: admin, Filed Under: mom, Winter, xo

01.08.11 | Permalink | 7 Comments

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It’s the start of a new year. The tree and her decorations are taken down, we set out the King’s cake and simmer wassail on the stove as we undecorate. It is the twelfth night of Christmas. Ford unhooks ornaments that we made together when Chas was a newborn, little salt dough disks that we stamped lace and dots and little fingertips into, then painted with watercolors. His personal favorite though, a small gourd etched into an owl’s likeness, is gently placed among them. I walk around the tree, collecting lengths of tiny lights, still lit, already missing the smell of sweet pine needles in the house. It was a good, robust, perfectly manicured white fir, and it is still alive even though we cut it the day after Thanksgiving. We box up all the ornaments, tucking them all snug among each other, and place the eight year-old old cardboard box in the living room closet. Each of us gets a slice of the King’s cake, the dessert that begins the Mardi Gras season.

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Chas gets the slice with the baby inside. He will make the King’s cake next year.

Chas got the baby in the cake (so he will make the cake next year) ;)

I sink down into the sofa, thirty pounds heavier now over the past nine months, and watch the weight of the boy’s unborn little sister shift across my belly. She is always awake, so eager she seems to be with them. Chas folds himself over her in an embrace, lifting up my shirt to kiss her unimpeded. There are only days to go. In many ways this year seems so blessed and fortuitous; so many adventures on our horizon that I’m giddy and yet, in so many other ways, I am in no hurry to birth. This brief, wonderful, healthy pregnancy has been a gift to us all, but felt especially powerful to me. I want to keep her close just a bit longer, in the chaotic orbit of her doting older brothers.




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