Life is Short, and It Was Hot


Doctor Who fans will have begun grinning as they read the title to this post. I hope they heard it in a Jamaican accent.

It’s also part of my excuse for being absent without leave. Work became, how shall we say, challenging. I began to feel like Bilbo Baggins: needing a very long holiday. Wanted to see mountains again. And the bastards had closed the vacation calendar, but I finally said fuck it and took a mental health day. I wandered down to Snoqualmie for a look at the Falls in fall, when the volume of water is lower, because I plan to do you up a nice set of posts on the place. Eventually. And I dropped by Three Forks Natural Area whilst there. The views of Mount Si will make you sigh with happiness, even when the air is hazy from fires burning on the other side of the Cascades.

Mount Si and the Snoqualmie River (or a fork thereof – not strictly sure where I was)

That one isn’t the best. I’m saving the best for another day. Also, three stages of bullfrogs. Oh, my darlings. One of the happiest end-of-summer days is the one spent on the bank of a slough, watching baby bullfrogs.

Next day, it was off to the Snohomish Pumpkin Hurl and Medieval Faire to see Trebuchet live up to his moniker. I forgot to ask him outright how he feels about having his mug plastered all over the intertoobz. I know he gave blessings for the video I shot (which you will soon get to see), but as far as stills, he’ll have to let me know. So I’m holding back his triumphant photo and substituting moi with trophy for the mo’.

Yup. Holding Trebuchet’s trophy for the pumpkin hurl. Image courtesy Cujo359.

Got to pull the firing pin on a record, I did, because Trebuchet is awesome and lets other people play with his toys. His lovely machine hurled farther than it has ever hurled before, and Trebuchet won third prize – not bad, really, considering – we’ll, you’ll see what he was up against soon.

And yes, it is indeed a damned lot of fun launching pumpkins from trebuchets. I admit this. I don’t see any point to it, even now, but that’s all right because there is no point. It’s launching pumpkins from trebuchets.

Also, meeting one of my favorite commenters in ye real worlde was much fun. Trebuchet is a wonderful human being. If you get a chance to come help him hurl, do so. 412 feet is the number to beat.

I’m afraid I didn’t give him and my intrepid companion my undivided attention, however, because after the trebuchets finished launching, the jousting started. People. I am one of those folks who goes weak in the knees whenever horses are involved. I grew up with them, I miss them desperately, and these were so much more than the run o’ the mill quarterhorses I’d grown up with. I got to drool over, in person, an Andalusian. I have always wanted to see one. They are my favorite ever. Okay, after Arabians – I loves me some Arabians. However, I’ve met Arabians. Hadn’t met an Andalusian, and hadn’t even heard of a Warlander, which is an Andalusian with a Friesian boost. I abandoned my friends forthwith.

Got me picture with the winner of the joust, didn’t I? Here’s a lovely Warlander and a noble knight (Sir Charles, I believe, of the Freelancers).

Moi with the winning knight and his noble steed. My thanks to the kind gentleman who offered to take our photo, and kept snapping until he had this wonderful image.

You will be seeing quite a few photos and some video from that portion of the adventure, someday soonish. I got some beauts. And now I’m determined to go back next year, especially since the black powder folks didn’t get a chance to strut their stuff. Also, if I come into unexpected money, I’m taking up jousting. With horsies.

Today, I did a long wander up by North Creek, hoping for some early migratory birds. I didn’t get much on that front, but I did see a darling woodpecker, who was kind enough to star in a film for us, and who shall be premiered after I’ve cleared some of the reader UFDs. I got footage for our next installment of Odonata porn – this time, damselflies ensuring that next summer will have more damselflies in it. I spent a considerable amount of time down by that pond, part of it shooting some interesting water birds. They were at it the whole time. Bow-chica-wow. Good thing Eric granted me rights to use his song whenever. At this rate, we’ll need it often.

Other than that, I found a few items of interest. Also, this lovely heron:

Great Blue Heron, or the Greatest Blue Heron?

The gentleman was enormous, and showing off his plumage to good effect in between cleanings.

Got you this nice pea sort of thing, too, complete with the curly bits:

Lovely member of the pea family, I do believe.

I’d swear you’ve identified about a thousand of these, or at least close relations, but I’m buggered if I can remember the name of it just now. Anyway. There it is. Flowers.

Flowers

Curly bits.

Curly Bits.

And some primroses getting ready to put on a grand finale.

Primrose buds

And that’s to say nothing of the gingko, the partridge family, and so many other things. We’ll get there. These brilliant, beautiful days don’t last. Soon enough, clouds will hide the sun, and it will be cold and damp and dark, and I won’t be tempted out of the house every thirty seconds to do something other than write.

Enjoy the last fleeting days of summer (except my southern hemisphere readers, who should be enjoying spring about now). And enjoy the scarcity of posting round here, because that’s not likely to last much longer.

Go. Adventure.

Comments

  1. rq says

    That flower? Another one of those roadside pea/vetch thingies. There’s a lot of them out there; saw (I’m pretty sure) this exact one in my neighbourhood a couple of weeks ago, but the camera is still broken – anyhoo, you have now caught it on digital for me. :) Wild pea.
    Nice heron.
    Expecting fantastic picturage and video from the actual pumpkin-toss-with-trebuchet. A+ for pointless fun, I should think.

    And after all that – I WANT MORE PICTURES OF HORSES!!!
    Every time they do a medieval jousting-knight-festival event in this little country, we always end up already having some other more pressing plans. But I have always ALWAYS wanted to watch some ‘real’ jousting, and yes, for the horses. Andalusians are TEH BESSST, along with 2983429384 other separate and original and specific breeds of horses (although, to be clear, I have a partiality for the heftier breeds, not those spindly, fancy, dancing warmbloods – which are, in their own right, very beautiful, but Andalusians, Welsh cobs, Friesians, etc. are just so much more… substantial, in my opinion; I think it’s the feathering). One day. When we have some land, we’ll also have a horsie or two. So, more! :)

  2. Trebuchet says

    Lovely meeting you IRL, Dana! I shall have to think about the pictures.

    I will also be sending you before long a most ADORABLE horse picture from yesterday. I don’t think they were out on Saturday.

    And I got to fire an air cannon yesterday! Woo! My fellow hurlers will disown me — they figure air cannons blow.

    • rq says

      One day I’ll tell you about the butane-fuelled potato cannon my older brother built back in the day… And the police rushing blindly and fruitlessly (rootlessly? tuberlessly?) around the forest in the dark when the neighbours complained.

  3. Trebuchet says

    By the way, if you like the trophy, I’d be happy to give it to you! I figure fourth place would have been two of them.

    Then again, as my wife pointed out, it’s made from a brass lamp. Maybe I should recycle it, there’s probably 20 bucks worth of brass in that thing!

  4. Trebuchet says

    Oh, and I’m not sure about the primroses. I associate them with early spring. I suspect those are actual roses.

    • lynnwilhelm says

      Yep, some type of Rosa rugosa. But I can see where a common name for them somewhere could be primrose. Common names can be very confusing.

        • rq says

          So when is video coming up so we can all vicariously re-experience the Great Trophy Acquisition Event? :) Or is that all up to Dana?

          • Trebuchet says

            Up to Dana, I’m afraid. I’ve no idea how to post a video here and don’t do You-Tube. I haven’t even managed to post on to my catapult message board yet.