I'm exactly at the half-way point with my shawl.
It's more of a scarf, really.
I'll be crocheting more on it today during the race.
We were gone nearly all day yesterday exploring the area. It was Ken's birthday, so we made a day of it.
We ate breakfast and dinner here at the Mustang Grill.
It's the only restaurant in town for the moment.
There's another place opening up this month sometime.
First we drove down one side of the river to the little town of Kettle Falls. We did some antique shopping here. We didn't buy anything though. Look at all the thread and yarn and crochet and knit stuff! I'll have to come back and do some serious shopping. I kept having hot flashes and was just too miserable to shop and pick anything out. I did almost buy some lace curtains I found. I guess they're my latest obsession.
While we were in town, I saw a little sign that said "U-Pick Corn." I became obsessed with that little sign and with picking some corn, so off we went looking for the place. The directions were scarce. We just kept driving until we saw another sign. Deeper and deeper into the countryside we drove.
Finally, we found it! This little homestead was amazing! The gardens were unbelievable. Take a look for yourself...
If this little place doesn't inspire you to get outside and plant some things around your house, nothing will! I knocked on the door of the house and talked to the lady that lived there. I wasn't sure how the whole "U-Pick" thing worked, so I asked her if we just went over to the field and picked or what. She said there was a box over there to place your money in (4 ears for $1). There were signs that told you where to pick. The field is planted in sections so that different sections ripen at different times. I thanked her and told her how gorgeous her yard was, then we drove next door to the corn field.
Funny story! Here we go.
So we drove over to the field and parked. I was engrossed in reading all the little signs around the money box that told about the field and how to cook the corn or prepare it for freezing, etc. Ken went ahead of me into the field and I followed. Being in a corn field kind of gave me a creepy feeling. I'm not sure why, other than it was a really remote place. After we got a good ways into the field, I suddenly heard something behind me. I whirled around and there was this big bearded guy in a sleeveless shirt directly behind me! I screamed and started to turn and run. This guy really scared the shit out of me! Ken hollered, "Pam! He's just here to pick corn! Didn't you see him drive up?" Well, apparently I did not. I was sure Billy Bob Slingblade was after us to kill us in the cornfield! When I screamed, he jumped back and his eyes got big as saucers. He said I scared him way more than he scared me, and he was happy we were just going to pick corn instead of calling 911 for him. We laughed about that all day.
We did finally pick our corn (my first corn-picking ever!) and left. We only got 8 ears this time, but we'll be going back so I can pick some to cut off the cob and freeze. The lady said they were also going to have blackberries, tomatoes, and a few other things to sell soon.
Here's the birthday boy with our corn.
Happy Birthday, Baby!
We left Kettle Falls and crossed the Columbia River and came back home up the other side. The views were spectacular!
I never tire of the views these mountains and the River provide.
I hope you don't either!
When we got back home, we had about an hour before the Mustang Grill started serving dinner. We had planned to go back there and eat dinner for Ken's birthday. Saturday is the only day they are opened for dinner. Usually it's just breakfast and lunch and they're closed by 2:30.
We had steak salads with blue cheese crumbles, boiled eggs, tomatoes, caramelized purple onions, and candied pecans. Then for dessert, we split a piece of apple pie ala mode! It was all really good. We were stuffed and a little bit sick after eating. We had to come home and lie down for a while.
What a perfect day!