Posted in Uncategorized on August 4, 2010| Leave a Comment »
The 'new new new' old yellow house we love
Blogging resumes. Between touring, moving and teaching bike camps, this spring/summer has left little idle time for reflecting. In ways, I have adored living without the constant distractions of an internet connection, but community organization in this day and age seems to require social media. I succumb.
Posted in Uncategorized on March 26, 2010| Leave a Comment »
After many iterations we have finally decided on the tour route. Today we ordered the maps for the Sedro-Woolley, WA, to Elma, WA section of the Washington Parks ACA route. From Mark’s brother’s townhouse near North Bend, WA, we will travel by bike to Olympia National Park to tour the island section of the Washington Parks sometime in mid-April. After our tour of the forest, we will travel south via the Pacific Coast, or preferably the ACA’s new Sierra Cascades route. We hope to arrive in the Eugene area in early June, or earlier, if the kids allow for longer mileage days.
Posted in Uncategorized on February 10, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Celebrated my brother Kevin’s birthday today.
First stop, to New Belgium for an afternoon tasting.
Erica, Kev, Eva and Clara
Eva, actually resembles me for the first time
Clara as the Ranger
Kev, 'Tappa' and Clara
Papa's here!
Mean Mama Ranger
Bop and Tappas’ for dinner. This was my first attempt at cookie decorating. Results were ugly, but edible.
Kev's Cookie 'Cake'
My mom made our favorite Polish dish, pierogi. Although she cooked all afternoon, the 120 or so pierogi were barely enough to feed this hungry crew. Oh, were they delicious.
Out of the boiling water and to the fry pan
Frying batch 1 of ??? don't forget the bacon and onion
Eva's blessing begins... "Earf who gives to us this food..."
Posted in Uncategorized on January 30, 2010| Leave a Comment »
I am swooning over the possibility of moving our family to Ireland. The quaint, historic villages and cycle-friendly bucolic wonderlands are tantalizing my imagination. In daydreams, I am carried off to greener pastures where my girls are donning rubber boots and chasing chickens into an ancient stone barn. Here is one of the images fueling my pipe dream.
From the Website http://www.docbrown.info/docspics/irishscenes/ispage13.htm
Mama Cyclehiser 