Archive for July, 2010

Fire Hydrant Aliens

Posted by julie on Monday, 26 July 2010, 23:38

I mentioned that Sylvan and I started to paint a fire hydrant a few weeks ago. After a mere 20 hours of painting or so, I’m finally done (well, pretty much…). Here are some pics:

The comet (sculpture) side. Note the small supports holding the comet (sculpture) above the Earth. It's not a real comet, Sylvan will tell you, but a sculpture of a comet that one day came to Earth (I think that's less scary). This is Sylvan's side of Earth at the bottom of the hydrant. The Nile River is the uppermost blue path.

The moon and ringed planet side.

Happy alien wave.

The idea for the hydrant was Sylvan’s. It came from a pair of his pajamas that have UFOs with happy aliens (that look pretty much like the guy above; I hope I haven’t committed some sort of copyright infringement), rockets, and stars on them. Chris fleshed out the idea, saying that the bottom should be Earth and requesting a comet. I just painted.

Note: This project, the painting of the South University Neighborhood Association’s hydrants, was done with permission from the city. I can’t promise you won’t get in trouble if you just decide to paint yours.

Mt. Bailey – My first volcano of the season

Posted by julie on Friday, 16 July 2010, 23:15

My friend Chandra, with whom I spend far too little time, asked me to join her for a reconnaissance climb of Mt. Bailey, an old volcano north of Crater Lake. She’s leading a hike up Bailey in a few weeks, and I need to climb volcanoes – perfect fit!

We saw one great horned owl; one sign warning of a blue-green algae bloom in Diamond Lake; maybe one hairy woodpecker, just glanced through the trees; countless mountains in our 360 degree view from the summit, including the Three Sisters, Jefferson, Washington, Diamond Peak, Mount Scott, the remains of Mount Mazama, and also Mount McLoughlin, Mount Shasta, and probably Mount Ashland; lupine, paintbrush, pasqueflower, bleeding heart, blooming manzanita, mountain dandelion, tiny yellow mountain violets, their blooms the size of my thumbnail, and grouse whortleberry.

Chandra was bitten by 207 mosquitoes (okay, that’s a guess), and we were both driven nearly mad by many thousands of other bloodsuckers. She taught me about roadless areas and the poisoning of Diamond Lake. Last night, we saw oodles of stars from our tent’s skylight. We were awoken by many fishermen at 5 a.m., after they’d finally gone to bed at 11 p.m., following quite a bit of discussion about “franks.” I only threw one snowball at Chandra; I missed on purpose.

Here are a few photos from our trip:

Our first peek at Bailey from the trail. The summit is the bare area in the middle along the horizon.

Chandra not swatting at mosquitoes for a moment, with Diamond Lake and Mt. Thielsen beyond.

Looking through the summit ridge's window to Thielsen.

Cinder saddle, rock wall, talus slopes, then easy walk to summit.

Mount Bailey across Diamond Lake. I found this photo at a thrift store. It looks like it might have been taken a little earlier in the season than now - maybe May or June.

De Nile

Posted by julie on Monday, 12 July 2010, 0:08

While we were painting our fire hydrant (legally), Sylvan and I had this conversation:

S: I’m painting the longest river in the world. It’s in Africa.

J: The Nile?

S: Yes.

J: How’d you learn about the Nile?

S: I read it in a book (with a grandparent).

Note: I’ll post photos of our hydrant when we’re done. Baby steps.

4th of July

Posted by julie on Monday, 5 July 2010, 22:47

We went to America for the 4th! Who knew there was a place other than Columbus, Ohio that really knows how to DO the 4th? St. Paul, Oregon, 30 miles outside of Portland, has held a rodeo every 4th since 1935, which is a long time by west coast standards. We skipped the rodeo, but we saw a great, horse-heavy parade, rode carnival rides, and ate funnel cake.

A lovely member of one of many equestrian courts - Queen Kelsey, Princess Ashley, etc.

Politely posed just seconds after his brakeless John Deere almost rolled off the front of the trailer. This purty machine's for you, Dad.

Overcoming friction

Dive bomber!

Dive bomber!

Moments before she shoved away my protective hand.