It’s one of those days where nothing profound comes to mind but you look around and see quiet beauty.
I refuse to mention the weather anymore since we may have skipped Spring and we just have to get used to it.
There are other creatures besides ourselves (no it’s true!) who must be wondering what is going on and sometimes I sense them looking at me accusingly.
Just a few thoughts on a cold, snowy day…oops didn’t mean to mention the weather!
There are many creative ways to raise money for your community and I recently had the privilege of participating in an authentically Costa Rican event to raise money for local causes.
A ‘Cabalgada’ is a weekend gathering where local families get together in a group trail ride with the registration charge used towards their fundraising efforts. I was thrilled to take part with around 50 other riders in a three hour trek across mountain trails. We fortified ourselves prior to the cabalgada with a snack at a bar in a modest community centre and finished with a meal and dance in the field!
Cabalgata Cowboys mosey up to the bar
All ages participated in the festive, day long party and those of us who rode our horses paraded through the party-goers like conquistadors at the beginning and end – what a rush.
Dancing in the field!
It was nothing fancy, not in the guidebook and such a delight to be part of – life is so enriched by these kind of special encounters. With the sound of Spanish music filling the air we rode off home into a glowing full moon instead of a sunset! Perfecto!
Yours truly sporting her number.
I don’t want to anthropomorphize a dog but I did wonder what went through Bentley, the labradoodle’s mind as he sat on the back of the motorcycle. He’s ridden from Oregon, through the U.S, Mexico, Guatemala and Nicaragua on his way down to the tip of South America…and he doesn’t seem to be in a rush.
His humans Scott and Susan said they’d quit their jobs and sold up everything they owned and Scott built the special seat for him to join them as they all headed out for the adventure of a lifetime.
I was lucky enough to meet them all when we ended up on a trail ride together at Finca Caballo Loco (Crazy Horse Farm) in Costa Rica. That’s Bentley in the bottom corner watching his human Susan get up on her horse and I’m sure he’s wondering “okay the back of a motorcycle is one thing but the back of a horse?”…there I go anthropomorphizing again!
Have to admit the thought of unloading all your burdens – house, job and ‘stuff’ has a certain allure for me.
If you’re interested you can take a look at Bentley’s Big Adventure.com.
I’ve heard them singing for a couple of afternoons now and couldn’t quite see where they were. Taking a shot of a pretty church spire through the trees…
I spotted them and they appeared to be yellow breasted finches – not that I’m any kind of bird expert – pretty but nothing special in Costa Rica. Looking through my viewfinder confirmed my initial impression although there did seem to be a bit of ignoring going on from one side of this couple. She didn’t seem very interested but then again he was nice but nothing special.
He suddenly seemed to get all agitated – perhaps fed up with being ignored. I shot another couple of shots but from my distance couldn’t really see much even through my lens. Imagine my surprise when I downloaded the photo and this is what I saw…
Now that’s different, she seemed to say!
Amazing things are all around us.
Polar vortex, frost-quakes, ice storms and never ending white stuff…this is a winter only a snow dog could love…Yes that is a house disappearing behind the latest snow clearing efforts. It’s been unrelenting since early December. Sure, a walk on snow covered trails with my trusty polar dog has a thrill of it’s own but this winter it’s wearing a little thin.
Call me soft or just getting older but when there are chairs waiting in the sun just a 5 hour flight away why wouldn’t you make the great escape?
Those who escape the whole winter are called ‘snowbirds’ because they arrive from the North as the snow starts to fall. Those of us who get a shorter reprieve from the great white north could perhaps be considered sunbirds since that is what we are chasing just long enough to thaw out our toes.
So leaving snow loving dog with ski crazy son and granddaughter we arrive at a gentler, warmer place.
When you live in a northern climate you clearly can’t hibernate all winter however seductive this option may be. Of course there are times when the wiser choice is to clearly cocoon (see previous posts) but for the most part there is joy in a winter walk.
When you have a very active dog who adores the snow you have obligations too! To quote Dylan Thomas I have a “dog who desires thrown stones more than the bones of elephants”.
A local park waits for summer days…
…but a lively poodle waits for no woman!
I know it sounds like the name for a new brand of cereal but it seems to be the latest in our two week northern weather marathon here! A series of loud bangs that shook our homes, woke us up all over the city again in the early morning hours – we all arose to check our roofs convinced a tree had just fallen through…but no it was a bunch of cryoseisms - frost quakes!! Well it was -32c last night – apparently colder than Mars.
First freezing rain, then an ice storm and now a frost quake – what’s next? A ‘frostnado’!
We here in Canada tend to have a pre occupation with weather in the winter so if you want to know more have a look at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cryoseism