Back in the (semi) Flatlands (Part 2) - More Montana Pics

Clark Fork Farmer's Market
Bookmobile at the farmer's market (!)
Denise, Dori, and Kat chat at the market
Lavender Lori selling.... lavender!

Keven and Becky logging a find on my first geocaching trip

Denise on Waterworks Hill

Becky far ahead on the trail

Keven on the trail

Becky works her way back to the trail and Denise

Finding a cache

Finding another cache

Good thing Keven was willing to go down to get it!

Trail art

Becky and I roll down the hill (and why did I think it was a good idea?)

Cassie and Stormy

Denise and Keven

Becky's puppet show at school

Summer

Today was the first day of class, second summer session. I'm taking government information, in which we unravel the mysteries of government documents. I really like the instructor, and it seems like it will be a really interesting and informative class.

The bag is finished and mailed, as of yesterday. Woo hoo! It certainly took longer to finish than I'd expected. School did get it the way, but it took between 35-45 hours of work total. I always forget how long these things take. And it's not like you sit down and work for that many hours straight, either. It's something I enjoy, but I think it's not something I'd want to do on a regular basis, especially as a job.

Now that the bag is done, I'm hoping to have more time for other beading projects. I probably won't tackle anything too complicated until class is done in August. I'm thinking earrings are always good, and I still have beads from my Montana visit.

(The picture is of a bouquet I got at the farmers' market about 3-4 weeks ago. The white flowers are mock orange blossoms. They made the whole apartment smell so nice....)

Farmer's Markets

So, today I went to the farmer's market here for the first time. It was more like the Clark Fork Market, with things like honey, cheese, yarn, etc. in addition to all the veggies. There are things you don't see in Montana, though, like okra. I don't know what okra tastes like, but it's kind of a wierd looking vegetable, green and long and ridged like star fruit. I think that I shoiuld try grits and okra and hominy while I'm here, because I may not have that chance in the future. Then again, I think, I've gotten along quite happily for almost 48 years without trying any of it, so maybe I should just let it go.

One thing that is very un-Missoula-like is the lack of coffee at the market. There were a few places selling food. The friend I was with recommended the tamales, so we got those. Black bean and goat cheese - I'm sure that's not terribly authentic, but they were good, reminded me of polenta in a way.

I'm still waiting for it to cool off (in the upper 80s today), and for the leaves to turn colors. So far, neither show any sign of happening soon.