Alright, Alright Already

Okay, okay, fine, I'll write something already. I know I've been a little remise lately and have got quite a bit to catch up on. I know I've mentioned this before but if I have a great adventure and don't write about it right away, then, yeah, it's pretty much not going to happen. So, let me just run down some of the highlites of the month and then I promise to do better next time.
Okay, so I went on one of the most wonderful and magical and great and phenominal and exciting and awesome adventures I've ever been on. And the funny thing about it is I almost scared myself right out of it. J. and J. and I went sea kayaking in the San Juan islands. We drove from Utah up to Spokane and spent some time there visiting with Adv. M. and J. We then went up to Seattle and spent a night with the folks. Then up to Anacortes and we spent 4 days on the water paddling around the islands. We camped on Saddlebag, Cypress and San Juan. We did a moonlight paddle with a full moon and green glowing algae. We saw Orca whales and dolphins, eagles, herons, raccoons, starfish, a newt, banana slugs, everything. We hiked and camped and played and had one of the most magical vacations ever. Don't tell anyone, especially Mom and Dad who might expect me home for Christmas this year but I think J and I are going to go to Baja Mexico to kayak down there this Christmas time break. (Yeah!!)
So, another adventure you want to hear about? Okay. These last two weekends I've had a wonderful time being absolutly domestic. The weekend before I spent the day drying nectarines in my food dryer and this last Saturday I canned all by myself (okay, Mom was on speed dial and the greatest resource and help ever!!) fourteen jars of beautiful golden peaches. I loved it! I put my hair up in a 1940's style bandana and just enjoyed domestic goddessness. The dumb part of the whole adventure (which of course if it was MY adventure you knew there would be one...) is I guess you are NOT supposed to touch the jars after they have boiled to make sure that they seal on their own. Well, of course, Maija, ever the impatient one had to touch 7 of the jars and so ended up having to reboil them. Oh well, I'm learning, see?
Another adventure? Okay... I went to the Ben Harper concert last week. I think I'm still high. I love that crazy hippy, gypsy type of people. And the music of course is just great as well. I went with my friend A. and we had a great time. It was a beautiful outside venue and we had tried to sit close at first but there was this ridiculous drunk girl in front of us who was kissing EVERYBODY - boy, girl - didn't matter. We got tired of that real quick and ended up sitting in the back against the fence just laughing and chatting and chilling. It was a fun concert.
Oh my goodness, you're insatiable. ANOTHER ADVENTURE? Okay, this one is As. We. Speak. I am sitting on my couch in my cute little house typing this up and I am drinking tea. Now, what is the adventure in that? Well, I should mention this is like my SIXTH cup of tea. I guess I boiled too much water and made too much tea, but it's Lemon Myrtle tea and it's really good and I don't want to waste it. So, I'm breaking out in a sweat and can hardly sit still, I've got to pee like nobodys business and I think I've still got two cups to go. I WILL NOT waste tea!! After all, hot flavored water is hard to make and I Don't Cook!
Okay, hope that was enough because I just can not focus any longer. Love to all!

Yet Another Adventure!!

Last night J took me kayaking down P. river. I have been feeling a little bit hesitant about our ocean trip after reading books about tides and currents and tide rips and such and so J wanted to take me down the river in an old extra wobbly kayak in the midddle of the night with a fast current and small rapids as well as a couple of bridges with pilings to navigate. Just to get me used to it. So, ever up for an adventure I consent to not only going but to being a shuttle driver as well. J and his brother in law C come to pick me up about 9pm and we head out. We park my car and head 10 miles up the canyon, get in the water and head down. River kayaking is a lot different then sea kayaking because you have to do a lot more to keep yourself going straight. I mean you are constentaly correcting your allignment. So, in the middle of the night, by the light of the full moon with two good friends I face the river. I made it through all bridge pilings with only having the tail of my kayak hit once on the last one, I effectively corrected myself after hitting a rock broadside in the middle of the river that I couldn't see and was fortunate enough to not once tip my boat. Well, we finish our run down the river and I'm absolutly in heaven. We heard beavers slapping the water as they enter, we enjoy the way the light of the almost full moon reflects down the current of the river and we have a great time laughing with each other. Everythingis great until we pull out of the river and hike our stuff back up the hill to where my car is parked and I realise I forgot my key. In my defense though and also now to my absolute embarrasement and regret J had given me a super hard time about making sure I had everything and was well put together. I thanked him for being my dad but told him I already had a great one and to back off. So, for me to have forgotten my key after telling J to take a chill pill means that I will NEVER hear theend of it. So, anyway, we are now about 7-10 miles down the canyon from J car and my keys and so C starts hiking up. J and I decide to try and flag down a ride. I'll just paint the picture for you and leave it at that... if you can imagine me in my bathing suit standing on the side of the road (smartly under the dim light of the one street lamp that luckily was there...) with my thumb out trying to flag down a ride from cars going 60 miles an hour in a canyon that usually closes in about 20 minutes in almost the dead of night. Classic. Luckily, a car that I think missed it's turn and did a u-turn where I was stopped and as J. came out of hiding almost took off again before we were able to convince the guy to give J and I both a ride up the canyon to J's car. We pass C on the way to get the key back and then come back to pick him up. Anyway, end of the story is everything turned out okay and it was just another great adventure for the members of the one and only Adventure Club. Next up on the agenda... we leave tomorrow at either 6pm or midnight (don't ask) to head up to Seattle for our next big adventure. The Ocean!