‘Twas a productive weekend…I finished grading 2 or 3 assignments, didn’t finish a bunch of other stuff, hiked a mountain, cut out a ton of Wonder Under, and replaced the headlight in my car (with help). That was an achievement.
We started late…the goal? Clevenger Canyon South, apparently 4.3 miles (a fact we questioned multiple times), on a day that was supposed to be cooler than it felt. The wonder of San Diego is the temperature can be quite warm in the mountains, even in November.
We climbed a lot in the first mile…and if you’d told me I was hiking to that rock (and beyond) that you can see on the ridge, I might have given up. But no. We kept going…
Looking back here on the trail we’d been on before going down into the canyon, where it was obvious one of the fires had gone through here (2007)…
So this little guy…I just about stepped on him. He never rattled…he never even moved. I noticed him, yelled snake, moved my foot further along than I had been planning, all in a matter of seconds. Yes, I realize we’re lucky he didn’t strike…because that’s a baby rattler and he wouldn’t have known to only dump some of his venom in my calf. It would have been an interesting hike, I guess…
From further up, the canyon is down where the green is, although there was still no water.
Evidence of burn even on the rocks…
Looking to the north…
And to the south…actually, my car is way way down there…
This was our goal: two metal chairs bolted to a boulder.
And a view to die for. Well. Not die. But we were glad to get there…
It ended up being 4.65 miles, mostly up for the first 1.7 miles.
And the way down was super fast. Yes…we were to the left of that rock most of the way to the far left peak. We didn’t do the last 0.2 miles to that peak. We had the view already.
Poles were helpful on the way down. The snake was gone on the way down.
More evidence of burn…
And then this was delightful…just remember that what looks like a scary dive bar on the outside houses a lovely bar with cool refreshing drinks and snacks on the inside…
Then last night, I did some feather stitching on this, above the righthand eye.
And I cut out a bunch of this…while watching a show in Icelandic. I think I’m semi-fluent now…
I think this was actually the night before…
There’s more of that in a bit, but these photos are from the Threads of Resistance exhibit, which made it to the Original Sewing & Quilt Expo in Minneapolis, Minnesota over the weekend. As always, I’m behind the sign…
And the curtain…
I kinda wish they wouldn’t hang the signs on the quilts…
But I’m in good company back there…
So I’m a woman of a certain age…who knows if and when I will ever have another period (NOT complaining), but the app updated and now it ignores perimenopause completely. I find this highly amusing.
And kind of a metaphor for women of my age (ignored). Whatever.
I graded more videos yesterday…at 3 minutes per kid, it takes a while, so I poured a hot cup of tea and grabbed my stitching, so I could listen better. It worked.
I got the hippo done and part of the sun…
For some reason, this month’s stuff is taking forever to stitch down.
Puppy was tired…but he wanted to be near me and my Wonder Under…
Sometimes more near than others.
I did about 5 hours of cutting out yesterday and 2 the night before, so I have a hefty chunk done…ahead of schedule.
Speaking of schedules, I need to get my butt outta here and to work. More progress tonight, I’m sure.
*The Band, The Weight
Kathy Nida 
At PIQF, the TOR quilts were displayed equally; yours were not behind a curtain. I did find it amusing that the warning sign at the end of the aisle was right below Sara Mika’s “Political Power Grab”, which shows two hands grabbing Fallopian tubes, with the uterus in the balance. On closer look, the background is vulvas. I would think that would be pretty much what the warning was about, so what do I know?
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