Another rain free evening (twice in 10 days!) in yet another lovely backyard.
You just can’t beat the golden hour, especially when you’re enjoying it with friends!
The RAIN, I mean!
Honestly, I rarely complain about the weather! I walk out the door in the morning without having looked at or listened to a weather report. Hurricanes, thunder storms, floods, heatwaves … I am often unaware that they are in the forecast until I leave the house and someone fills me in. It’s easy for me to be this way; my work isn’t affected by the weather. And besides, I love the energy of a storm.
Recently we’ve been heartbroken about the loss of 19 firefighters in Arizona. I keep thinking that if somehow the western states could have gotten some of our rain, things might have ended differently on Yarnell Hill. And I’m quite sure that all the folks in my neck of the woods would be grateful to see a bit of that southwestern sun.
Our most recent storm caused some pretty significant flooding in Southwest Virginia. In fact, a pond developed in a friend’s back yard. And since I’m a long time fan of puddle jumping, and playing in the water in general, I headed out for some fun!
Yes! I did play in the pond!
I loved the ripples that were created when I moved around the pond …
and the raindrops caused lovely patterns as well.
These sort of looked like abstract water colors.
So, despite the fact that we are all pretty fed up, there’s no doubt that rain helps to create beautiful images.
If you’ve seen my last two posts, you know that one afternoon in Deb’s backyard led to a wonderful time and some fun photos. Hopefully, you’ve seen the Calla Lilys and the Sunflowers. Please enjoy these Hollyhocks, too.
With all the rain and flooding we’ve had (photos next post!), it’s hard for me to believe we actually saw the sun a week ago!
Another fun flower from Deb’s backyard, taken during a wonderful afternoon. Don’t you just love a sunflower?
Almost 30 years ago, I was a firefighter. Once a firefighter, always a firefighter, even if just in my heart and in my memories. I loved everything (well, almost everything) about that job.
The adrenalin rush when the call came
The drive / hike / flight to the location
The sights, smells, and feel of fire
And then there’s the work. Back breaking work. Digging fire line; putting out hot spots; mopping up; feeling the ground for heat.
The soot, found later, on almost every part of the body and in almost every orifice.
The post fire meal of steak or burger, and beer.
Whether a Groundpounder, a Smoke Jumper, or on a Helitack crew, fire fighters can’ t wait to get out there and battle the fire.
Thirty years ago, we didn’t see massive fires like we do now. I never fought against such destruction and devastation. I was aware of the danger, and practiced getting into my “shake and bake” fire tent during training. But I truly didn’t worry when I went out on a fire.
Perhaps that is the benefit of being young.
I wear my firefighting boots when I ride. I’ve shown my friends the drops of retardant still visible after all these years. Those boots carried me up and down the mountains of northern Idaho then, and they protect me as I ride the bike now.
After 30 years, I’ve had to have the boots repaired a few times and I always make sure that the cobbler knows not to remove the history
The signs of wear,
the still visible fire retardant,
and the miles I’ve worn them, whether on the ground or on the bike.
I look at this picture from 1982, of myself with my buddies and dear friends, Kevin and Randy. Look how YOUNG we were. Randy, a 30 year smoke jumper who just retired last year knows and lived the danger. Me? I thought of it as the best job ever, but I never really felt the danger.
I see us in this photo and realize that at 21 to 23 years of age, we were the same age of many of the young men who died on the Yarnell Hill Fire.
We can argue the reasons for the tragedy:
triple-digit temperatures, erratic winds, and dry conditions that caused the fire to explode;
years of fire suppression that increased the fuel on the ground
the building of homes too close to that fuel
budget cuts
But what really matters is that 19 wildland firefighters are gone.
The Granite Mountain Hotshots
Andrew Ashcroft – Age 29
Robert Caldwell – Age 23
Travis Carter – Age 31
Dustin Deford – Age 24
Christopher Mackenzie- Age: 30
Eric Marsh – Age: 43
Grant McKee- Age: 21
Sean Misner – Age: 26
Scott Norris – Age: 28
Wade Parker- Age: 22
John Percin- Age: 24
Anthony Rose – Age: 23
Jesse Steed – Age: 36
Joe Thurston – Age: 32
Travis Turbyfill- Age: 27
William Warneke – Age: 25
Clayton Whitted – Age: 28
Kevin Woyjeck – Age: 21
Garret Zuppiger – Age: 27
To Donate to help cover costs for funerals, and family / survivors, please see the website for the Wildland Firefighter Foundation
I know … you thought that Montana was Big Sky Country. Well, we’ve got a little bit of that going on right here in Southwest Virginia, too!
You pull the bike over to take a few shots and you fall in love with the close up …
and then you marvel at the colors of the various grasses in the field.
You look up and notice how beautiful the grasses look against the clouds …
And then it hits you … you are indeed in big sky country!
I delivered some dinner to a couple friends the other night and couldn’t help but go visit the horses on the adjacent property. When they weren’t staring me down, wondering what I was up to, or eating, they were literally kicking up their heels in play. Wish those photos had turned out … I’m still learning animal photography 🙂
I kinda liked these though.
And then there was this spider …
I just LOVE the first long rides of the summer!
Those who truly love riding motorcycles, will ride all year long. Even on cold winter days, as long as the sun is shining. Winter rides are incredibly satisfying but they’re often shorter in duration, with far fewer miles covered. So when the warm weather arrives, the long riding begins, and there is nothing like it!
This past Saturday, during the middle of an early morning hair appointment, I got the call to ride. My two favorite bikers, Dave and Michael (My Guys) are great friends, awesome mentors, and have taught me so much about riding these past 5 years. They told me I had 10 minutes to be ready (I made it in 15) and off we went!
We rode 350 miles, through 8 counties, and on too many country roads to count.
This bridge was built in 1896 and was just closed to traffic this past year.
I’m told that this tower was used to measure river water levels.
It was a glorious day for riding!
Lunch at Devils Backbone Brewery offered much needed fuel for our bodies, and then we turned and headed for home.
We hit the Blue Ridge Parkway (BRP) and pulled back into Radford around 8pm that evening.
Sunday morning found us back on the bikes, this time joined by our good (and fun!) friends Cherie, Tim, Diana, and Jeff. Dave always leads the way and while I may not always know where we are headed, I am always confident that the ride will be a blast!
Total mileage today was 145 miles.
After a brief stop at Tuggles Gap, a restaurant and motel serving BRP customers for over 70 years, we took off in earnest.
Wide sweeping curves on the BRP and much tighter curves on Rt 8 in Floyd and Patrick Counties, eventually took us to Squirrel Spur.
Our final stop was the Kanawha Valley Arena. The arena “was formed in the interest of Equestrian Enthusiasts” and in addition to the professional arena, barn, and corrals, Kanawha has a Carriage House Museum and a Carriage House Saloon.
And a covered bridge!
This scene just made me chuckle and I had to take a picture!
What a weekend on the bike! I simply can’t wait for the next one!