Friday, December 31, 2021

Holiday Fun, 2021

Our holidays have become increasingly complex, as the next generation embellishes on established traditions and then adds its own. Describing all this is beyond the scope of this blog, although the pix below will convey some of the holiday fun leading up to the big eve and the big day and its big aftermath. 

It all begins with Thanksgiving; I was particularly thankful for
being back where the best poulet roti in the world is made...
Costco; pictured are Jeremy, Penelope, and Rebecca

Penelope at one of Grandma's traditional teas

Making Xmas cookies with Mama

Celebrating Salvador Dali's 117th unbirthday

Recreating Stonehenge, in the camper, December 21st

Alas, I forgot to orientate it to the sunrise...but it could 
well be oriented to the sunrise on Salisbury Plain, that 
day, 4,000-5,000 years ago

Every day, we (Vicki) labored, going through
all the stuff we have stored at Rebecca's since 
2012; here, one of many loads going to charity
shoppes, recycling, etc.


Vicki did quite well on eBay; approaching the age of 75, I finally
conceded that I no longer needed my climbing equipment (even
for wall decor, as in Montana); the Chouinard piton hammer went
for $129 

The pitons, carabiners, chocks (above, a set of 1972 Chouinard
hexentrics, tied at the REI store in Seattle) and such for $369

Decorating the camper Xmas tree

Looking at Xmas lights in Palo Alto

Thank you, nice stranger who took the picture

Un pour tous et tous pour un: chocolate fondue occurred a few days
after Xmas this year

As did the dyeing of Grandma's hair, a Xmas gift Grandma gave
Penelope

Xmas morning did not start well...a frantic call
from Rebecca, who had pre-heated the oven 
without knowing Vicki's traditional Swedish
tea ring was waiting in it; just the day before
Vicki had delivered an injunction to always check
the oven before pre-heating; but all was well...
Grandmas rarely have a chance to say "I told you so";
plus Vicki had a welcome opportunity to channel
Ewell Gibbons' "some parts are edible"



Pinnacles Again, 2021

Other than a few California state parks, Pinnacles National Park is the closest big park with a campground, and it has become our go-to park from Menlo Park in the cooler months. (In warmer weather, there's Yosemite, if you can get in, and Pinecrest, in the national forest north of Yosemite; but both are at higher altitudes and doubtlessly covered in snow in December). Anyhow, we wanted to do one more camping trip with grand-daughter Penelope, who will turn eleven next April. It was one of our best with her.

Deer at our campsite

And a flock of wild turkeys

Documenting the wildlife

Practice climbing on some of the pinnacles (not us)

P doing some climbing on her own; Grandma looking on

Spelunking in the caves; she enjoyed it so much we
went back for a repeat the next day 

Trail humor

After dinners of hot dogs and then hamburgers (and s'mores),
the third night we dove deep into Vicki's Girl Scout camping
background to create hobo tin-foil packets...boeuf, pommes de
terre, les carottes...with enough salt and catsup, they were
fine, especially washed down, in my case, with a hobo-camp-level
merlot

Watching the deer again, on perhaps her last visit to Pinnacles
as a child