Day’s Verse: How blessed is God! And what a blessing he is! He’s the Father of our Master, Jesus Christ, and takes us to the high places of blessing in him.
This is what you get when you wear lightweight long pants on an extremely rainy team ride. The pants have an almost indistinguishable grid pattern of thickness in the fabric, with slightly thinner lines and slightly thicker squares.
After 73.3 miles of drenching my legs in water and road filth, apparently enough dirt had worked its way into the slightly thinner sections to leave a nice grid on my legs after I removed the pants. What this picture doesn’t show is how tired I was when I dripped my way home, and the misery of post-ride sore knees that has come to haunt me again. Ian did get me a Kidd Valley milk shake and fries, though, which sure helped me feel better.
If you’re wondering, don’t worry, I had shorts on for the picture. Also, don’t mind the stubbly appearance of my legs — that’s an optical illusion created by the camera’s focus. Really. And, last but not least, I’ll be working on alleviating some of that wintry pastiness next week on our vacation in Hawaii.
Day’s Verse: There’s an opportune time to do things, a right time for everything on the earth:
A right time for birth and another for death…
Saturday and Sunday, January 14 – 15
(Photos courtesy of a teammate)
A small part of Team Group Health on Orcas Island before setting out on our day’s ride.
Mt. Constitution, on Orcas Island.
Sunday, the ferry to Lopez Island.
A dusting of snow on Lopez Island.
Monday through Thursday, January 16 – 19
At first the snow was exciting.
Ian got to work from home!
Hummingbirds got food despite the lack of natural flower nectar.
More snow kept falling, although not the prodigious volume predicted.
Our next-door neighbors broke out their snowmobiles for getting around.
Dad and I met up and went snowshoeing.
Other people snowmobiled around the neighborhood, including a mom with a kid perched in front of her.
But then more snow kept falling, after they predicted it’d switch to rain, and we all started getting a little stir-crazy. (There’s an out-of-focus hummingbird perched on some of those little twigs.)
We shoveled the driveway and sidewalk three times. My back is not pleased, but at least it was outdoors and productive.
Friday, January 20
After seeing an article in the Seattle Times about a brand-new sea otter pup born earlier this week, Mom and I resolved to get out of the house and take a bus to go see the baby otter (or “fluffy puffy,” as Mom ended up calling it).
This turned out to be quite a trek: I walked 3 miles through a foot of melting, slushy snow to the bus, meeting Mom along the way. Our bus was stuck so we took a different one and got off in Kirkland, instead of going straight to Seattle. That worked, though, because we met up with my friend Rachel in Kirkland and the three of us caught a bus into Seattle. We saw the baby otter, scooped our melted-from-the-cuteness selves off the floor, ate some food, went back for Round 2 of cuteness (awwwwwww), and then went up to Pike Place Market for dried fruit (no success) and chocolate (success). Along the way we splashed through ankle-deep puddles of melting snow and rain, slipped around on extremely slick slush, and turned up our collars against the almost-freezing drenching downpours. The trip to Seattle took about 2 hours and involved walking 3 slushy miles and two buses. The trip home took about 3 hours and included a standing-room only bus that had chains and could only travel up to 30 mph, another mile-long slushy walk, and a ride in Dad’s four-wheel-drive Subaru.
It was all worth it, though.
Okay, in this picture, the baby does look like an anonymous lump of fur.
Here the mommy otter cleans her baby otter. My camera can’t zoom and focus at the same time, which is really quite inconvenient, but you can kind of get a sense of the cuteness.
Fortunately even though none of my pictures turned out, there are always ones like this one from the Seattle Times.