Flagpole Peak

One of my top ten favorite mountains. 

Great Horned Owl Pellet

Walking the dog

Diego at the cross roads. Or cross walk. In case you are wondering, yes, my neighborhood is off kilter, or at least it has felt that way lately.

Starling

Sharp-shinned hawks are good at this - severing the heads of birds.

Yes

I've been talking lately, with friends, colleagues, and even associates, about how it is more interesting to define one's taste by what one likes, loves, and appreciates as opposed to by what one does not like, love or appreciate. After a while it becomes tiresome to listen to your friend recount his trip to New York or Paris and talk about how all the art sucked. Or upon his return from Kenya he simply said, "Worst safari ever." I think this idea resonates with me because I have been guilty and am still guilty of doing this. Recently, I even considered making a top ten list of things that I do not like. It would have been easier than picking, for example, my favorite ten movies, artists or religions. Use "restaurants" if "religions" is too much.

With that in mind, I would like to declare that I love the word flabbergasted, past tense of flabbergast.

Fishing Book

New edition (1939) of the Compleat Angler by Izaak Walton. Originally published in 1653, this book includes everything one needs to know about fishing. Maybe. I have not ready it yet. Thank you Jenny for this beautiful little book.

Reel to reel for real reggae music.

Travel

I left my Jashua Slocum book in the seat pocket of one of the six planes that I occupied over the weekend.

My copy did not have this lovely picture on the cover. I am not immune to forgetting things but I think my recently developed dislike of airplane travel contributed to the book loss. I had my eye on it. I kept telling myself not to forget it. But when the seatbelt light went off I was out of my seat and into the aisle instantly. And Sailing Alone around the World remained sitting alone in the seat pocket. Who knows, maybe it will travel around the world.

Yesterday I was attempting to leave New York for Boise (via Washington D.C. and Denver). I succeeded in part one. I made it to Washington DC. I had to run to the shuttle bus to get to my connecting flight. The shuttle was not operating because of the weather. So I had to exit the terminal and run to the United ticket counter (the kiosk would not print my boarding pass). I barely made it onto my flight. But that turned out not to matter because that plane did not leave until 6:15 the next morning. Meanwhile, I spent 3 hours on that plane while mechanics attempted to fix the "skid." Another reason given for the stationary plane was that the "runway is too short for a plane this large." I'm not sure if the plane grew or the runway shrunk. Eventually we were let off the plane and given hotel vouchers. I was re-routed through Chicago because all Monday flights from Denver to Boise were full. This morning's first flight was held up while a mechanic fixed some broken seats (not to be confused with the punk jug band of the same name). And finally, the flight from Chicago to Boise had to stop in Idaho Falls for gas.

Schweins Haxn

$26 for schweins haxn? Who are they trying to kid?