Adventure 618: Still Fresh Air

Huckleberry Pancakes, of course.

What a fabulous day at the lake! After coming up here every summer since 1968, and enjoying this cabin experience for the last nineteen years, it would seem that there would be nothing left to see or do. Nothing could be further from the truth. We began the day enjoying huckleberry pancakes from our stash of early season huckleberries, which for the most part are still a few weeks and warm weather away. We drove over to the Ace hardware up some salt for the water softener. We took a walk up a mountain road, and we spent a few hours driving on roads we've traveled often and a few we've never been on. There's so much to see in these woods. Who would have thunk it?  Best of all, we took a trip down memory lane and had what we call "Japanese Spaghetti", which is a dish Douglas' mother used to make when we were kids: cheap dry pasta, a chub of fatty burger, and  heinz catsup. Three ingredients, no more, no less. For the coup de gras, a sprinkle of Kraft Parmesan cheese from the green jar. The entire flavor profile derives from our friends at Heinz. We were even treated to a rumbling thunderstorm during dinner that moved as it usually does North of the Narrows. The dish itself is far from special, but the memories it evoked brought warmth to our hearts. As Douglas says, ""It was the very best day ever." I must agree, and cannot deny that life is good, especially today.

 Our four mile walk included this panorama: almost lost in this inadequate photo.

We found enough berries for Douglas to enjoy a pie next weekend with his people.

 The most awesome new find was the bridge over Soldier Creek.

 The view toward the lake.

 The view toward Lookout mountain.

I was so excited, I tried a little romantic maneuver with my Bunny.

Japanese Spaghetti, so named by an Italian kid we grew up with. He came for dinner one night. After a taste, he exclaimed, "What is this-Japanese Spaghetti.

This sign used to be a North Idaho joke. Sadly ironic now.