Calm and Cozy

sugarloaf mountain view

sugarloaf mountain view

Today my son did not have classes so we were able to have a slow start. We were sitting in jammies with a cup of java having a visit by the window by 8am.  It was a gorgeous sunny day but a little chilly when I stepped out on the porch to check the temperature.  We lingered over some favourite old music and a Face Time call to my parents.

view over Lake Superior

view over Lake Superior

My son and I

My son and I

After a quick bowl of oatmeal and shower it was time to get outside for our Vitamin N, (nature).  I feel a bit deprived in that area so we headed to Sugar Loaf Mountain (this term is used very loosely) for a hike and a view from the top.  We took the ‘difficult’ route to try get a vigorous walk in.  After climbing for about 15 minutes and about 100 stairs  we reached the top.The view was fabulous and the breeze had a bite beckoning in winter no doubt. We snapped a few photos and then descended.

Next it was time to drop  my son off at the rink for his workout and I headed to the Marquette Food Co-op which has become my favourite shop in town. I picked up some local eggs and yogurt as well as some baking soda for my son.  He has decided that he would like to learn to make  pumpkin loaf after his workout.

We arrived back to the house by noon and quickly made some salad for lunch before embarking on the baking lesson.  It was really very simple and he only needed instructions on how to not over stir the loaf.

We also picked up a sock-eye salmon from his freezer on the way back to the house so that will be what he makes us for dinner.  This will be a very satisfying dinner as the salmon is one he caught and vacuum packed himself this past summer back on the Vancouver Island where he lives.

sockeye fillet for dinner

sockeye fillet for dinner

The pumpkin loaf recipe was very easy and we got three small loaves for him to have as a treat.  The salmon recipe will be one he has picked up from several locals back home and adjusted to make his own.

You know  it is amazing how well we can cook and eat with just a few basic ingredients.  I was thinking about this as I walked into the co-op today.  Basically, we have milk, eggs, cream, olive oil, yogurt, lettuce, dried cranberries, nuts, coffee, frozen berries, flour, sugar, honey, oatmeal, and some seasonal fruit and vegetables.  We are eating local as much as possible by shopping at the co-op, the farmers’ market and the local butcher.

Downeast Maine Pumpkin Bread

Downeast Maine Pumpkin Bread

This afternoon as he does his homework and I knit we will enjoy a coffee and a piece of the pumpkin bread we made.  When I leave we will both cherish this memory and the warm feelings we had both physically and emotionally as we enjoyed our homemade little treat.

Tonight as we dine on bright red sock-eye caught in our local waters back home by my son we will talk about past fishing trips, good memories made and how fortunate we are to be so connected to the sea, the land, the forest and each other.

Just a brief footnote to apologize for not linking the recipes mentioned to the sites where they can be found.  I am composing on an iPad as I travel and so I am not able to highlight the text to create the links.  I will fix this issue when I am back on my home computer.

Fall or Winter?

 

Fall or Winter?

Fall or Winter?

I drove from Marquette, Michigan to Sault Saint Marie, Ontario today, to meet a friend I have not seen in years.  We had an amazing visit and we picked up as if it had only been a week since we had last seen each other.  I was reminded again how wealthy I am because I have such good friends.  This friend is the ultimate conversationalist and incredibly creative and intelligent.  I love her panache, her way with words and her willingness to ask the difficult questions of life.

As I drove, (through a snowstorm on unfamiliar roads I might add)  I observed the unfamiliar landscape and tried to find a place for it in my own experience.  Isn’t it funny how no matter where we travel or move to  we inevitably compare it to what we already know.   I suppose that is how we bring meaning to new experiences.

 

snowy roads

    snowy roads

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Whenever I am away from home, (wherever that may be) I try to imagine what it would be like to live there.  Today, with the wind blowing off Lake Superior and the snow falling I thought about what I would like if I were to live here.  I think I would enjoy the snow for a short time but it would get old real fast.  I quickly dispersed of that train of thought and created an adventure story in my head.  I was an adventurer, willing to risk driving in the slushy snow through unfamiliar territory to see a friend.  I had a chuckle as I passed through a hamlet claiming ‘moose capital of the world’ as its claim to fame.  ‘Hey, I have been to the moose capital of the world,” I imagined myself saying as I told of my adventure upon my return back to the coast.

In this area I found out that the marking of the year is done in ways unfamiliar to me.  For example when I stopped at a gas station this morning to use the bathroom and ask if I was still heading in the right direction.  The friendly woman behind the counter answered that I was on the right track.  Then I asked if this snow was normal this early in the year she said “oh yes but then you can bet on opening day it will be a beautiful sunny day.

” Opening day? The opening day of what I thought to myself. Let’s see….opening of winter season, the local cross country trails, a new store?  I got brave and asked what she mean by opening day and discovered she meant opening day for deer hunting .  Ha Ha like that means anything to me.  The day she was referring to is  November 15th. She could just as easily told me that it was not unusual for it to snow but it would quite likely get nice again before November. Ah well, all part of the adventure story.

 'our temporary home'

‘our temporary home’

All this snow and talk of winter and the snowy conditions made me think of myself cozied up by the fire knitting.  As I made the long drive back to Marquette I realized things seemed more familiar to me and I felt like I was heading home to  Marquette.  We don’t have a fire and I don’t live there but the thought of the cozy little house I have rented for a couple of weeks with my son there waiting for me and my knitting and books and crafts strewn around ready for me to pick up was comforting.

It really is amazing how adaptable we are when we allow ourselves to be.  Time to pick up my knitting.

must start knitting

must start knitting