It was so gorgeous up on Hurricane Ridge yesterday! I think the wildflowers are surreal: whole mountainsides of wildflowers and the more you look, the more different ones you see. I am just starting to learn their names.
Yesterday I woke to low clouds and slight sky spitting. A friend and I drove up to Hurricane Ridge and climbed Hurricane Hill. I am delighted that I can do it without oxygen! I get short of breath if I climb AND try to talk. He had to do most of the talking.
We drove out of the cloud as we got to Port Angeles and it was just gorgeous on top of Hurricane Ridge. There were lots of people up there. Tons of wildflowers, too and views of the Olympic Mountains. At the top we were looking at Vancouver Island and Canada to the north across the strait. A beautiful climb and a beautiful day.
I am blogging A to Z about artists, particularly women artists and mostly about my mother, Helen Burling Ottaway.
H is for Helen and Hurricane Ridge. Here is one of her water colors.
My mother loved water colors. I think she loved them best of all the art techniques she did. Etchings and water colors were the two most important.
She wanted to move to the Pacific Northwest for years, but she and my father were worried about moving my grandmother, Katherine White Burling. Katy B. died while I was in residency at OHSU in Family Practice, in 1994. My parents then spent at least a year dealing with the will and two houses and stuff and also looking for the right place. They drove all over the northwest. My mother liked the rain and gardening and art. My father wanted sailboats and singing and music. At last they called me and my sister: Chimacum, Washington. “We found a house in Chimacum.”
My sister Chris and I both replied, “WHERE?”
We said to each other that we were mildly horrified that they were selling “our” house in Alexandria, Virginia, though we really had only lived there from when I was 14 and she was 11. My sister had worked for the US Forest Service and lived in Port Angeles on the Olympic Peninsula, so she knew the area much better than I did. I finished residency in Portland in 1996 and moved to Colorado. Shortly after that my parents moved to Chimacum, Washington.
My mother lived four years after they moved. She was diagnosed with ovarian cancer in 1997 and died on May 15, 2000. This is one of her northwest watercolors. I am glad that she had time to do some, though I wish that she had more time.
Here is the Hurricane Ridge park information: https://www.nps.gov/olym/planyourvisit/visiting-hurricane-ridge.htm. Be careful, though, because the park is big and wild and it can be dangerously wet and cold. People are more likely to die of exposure if they get lost than from a cougar or bear. Take some emergency gear if you hike, because the park is very big and wild. My sister wrote about duncehead expeditions, where people camp with inadequate gear. She mostly worked trail crew for the US Forest Service, but they did search and rescue as well. My sister died of cancer as well. Her blog is here: http://e2grundoon.blogspot.com/ .
On Sunday I went to Hurricane Ridge and went out on snowshoes. The snow was packed enough that I could have walked most of it in hiking boots, but I want practice with the snowshoes. There were 70 inches of snow. People were sledding, skiing, hiking and playing all over the ridge.
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Engaging in some lyrical athletics whilst painting pictures with words and pounding the pavement. I run; blog; write poetry; chase after my kids & drink coffee.
Refugees welcome - FlΓΌchtlinge willkommen I am teaching German to refugees. Ich unterrichte geflΓΌchtete Menschen in der deutschen Sprache. I am writing this blog in English and German because my friends speak English and German. Ich schreibe auf Deutsch und Englisch, weil meine Freunde Deutsch und Englisch sprechen.
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