I just finished a small blanket, out of some cotton yarn I got on sale and didn’t know what to do with (doh!). Used every bit of it.
About an inch of cuff left to do. Mystery yarn that I think might be Trekking XXL, with grey Hazel Knits for the accents. These are cozy!
A big signal at our house that summer is over, is the appearance of handknit socks in the “wash gently” laundry bag.
Maine Mitts, two pairs from a mystery ball.
I turn 45 in a couple weeks, and over the summer I decided to start running. I am not a runner.
Really, not a runner. My knees just aren’t up to it, and they let me know pretty quick that I need to stop that nonsense. But I’ve lost fifteen pounds this year, and that seems to have made a huge difference in my knees, and so I started running. I was athletic in school, and I walk many miles each week so it’s it’s not like I’m a complete slug, but I haven’t really run in 27 years.
I’m using the Couch To 5k app, which is interval training. Every week it has more running and less walking, until eventually you run for an entire half hour without stopping. I’m halfway there.
And so, I’ve decided to put a goal out there: I plan on running my first half marathon when I am 45. I don’t know which one, or exactly when, but sometime this upcoming year.
On our drive to the hiking trail, I cast on a new sock. I stuffed it into my pack, and knit a few rounds on Saturday as well while we waited for the rain to let up. It’s going to be a fraternal pair, because I didn’t pay attention to my starting point and the color repeats are kind of long. I didn’t get the skein caked up and it’s not conducive to knitting from both ends, so I’m knitting solo socks. Nothing fancy, just everyday socks for next winter.
The Mr and I celebrated our anniversary this weekend by strapping on a couple of heavy backpacks and hitting the trails.
With all the forest fires in this part of the country, we headed the opposite direction: west out to the Washington peninsula. Even here the signs of a long, dry summer were evident, with many dead and dying trees, and dried underbrush. But we still got to see some green.
And really big trees.
And recent signs of black bear.
We hiked 6 miles to Boulder Lake – just stunning. Which was nice, because the second half of the hike was brutal (lots of elevation gain).
And in case you aren’t a hiker and are curious – sometimes we get “real” toilets in the woods.
Not much fun in the rain, but better than squatting in the huckleberry bushes.
Most of the creeks were pretty dry, but some had impressive bridges over them so they must get quite a bit of water sometimes.
On our way out we stopped at the old Elwa Dam. Very cool to see how nature is reclaiming the land.
And then a quick stop at Madison Falls for a bad selfie (hey, we’d been hiking for three days!)
We learned a lot this weekend – our gear is worn out and we weren’t prepared for a full day of rain and as we get older these hikes get harder – but it was great to spend time with the Mr, doing what we enjoy.