Monthly Archives: July 2014

Landscapes of the Northwest – Summer Sunsets ETC…

Day Glo Rose

We shared a lovely meal with our good friend Nif – the crazy sunset made these roses in her garden FLUORESCENT. No kidding…

The sky was ablaze, our hearts on fire...

The sky was ablaze, our hearts on fire…


House sitting for friends, I always read the bookshelves first…

Big Lady over Duamish

Rainier over the Duamish waterway seen from the 99 bridge headed into Southpark.

Summer of Sunsets I

A perfectly clear sky from Jefferson Park on Beacon Hill

The one created thing which we cannot look at is the one thing in the light of which we look at everything. Like the sun at noonday, mysticism explains everything else by the blaze of its own victorious invisibility. Detached intellectualism is (in the exact sense of a popular phrase) all moonshine; for it is light without heat, and it is secondary light, reflected from a dead world. But the Greeks were right when they made Apollo the god both of imagination and of sanity; for he was both the patron of poetry and the patron of healing. Of necessary dogmas and a special creed I shall speak later. But that transcendentalism by which all men live has primarily much the position of the sun in the sky. We are conscious of it as of a kind of splendid confusion; it is something both shining and shapeless, at once a blaze and a blur. But the circle of the moon is as clear and unmistakable, as recurrent and inevitable, as the circle of Euclid on a blackboard. For the moon is utterly reasonable; and the moon is the mother of lunatics and has given to them all her name.

― G.K. ChestertonOrthodoxy

Tenerife Road

All these piles of rocks are starting to look the same - only the haze is different...

All these piles of rocks are starting to look the same – only the haze is different…

Tenerife Road & Kamikaze Falls trail

Distance: 12 miles
Elevation Gain: 3000 Feet
Date: July 13, 2014
Hikers: Harpo, Groucho, Ayda Rojhantalab & Crystal Barbre
Duration: 6 hours

Groucho sez –

Ayda suggested Tenerife Road for our first joint outing, and the fabulous Ms. Barbre joined us last minute. The day was hot and the haze was thick on the horizon as we climbed the improbably steep final sections of the trail – but we got a decently early start and were back in the sweltering city by 6 pm. Getting to dip our toes in the icy melt at Kamikaze Falls was a treat, as was talking with Crystal about her aspirations of hiking the Appalachian Trail next summer, and scheming on some future hikes with the delightful Ms Ayda. Cheers all for a lovely day…

“People who talk about revolution and class struggle without referring explicitly to everyday life, without understanding what is subversive about love and what is positive in the refusal of constraints, such people have a corpse in their mouth”
― Raoul Vaneigem

This is what it means to be an adventurer in our day: to give up creature comforts of the mind, to realize the possibilities of imagination. Because everything around us says no you cannot do this, you cannot live without that, nothing is useful unless it’s in service to money, to gain, to stability. The adventurer gives in to tides of chaos, trusts the world to support her – and in doing so turns her back on the fear and obedience she has been taught. She rejects the indoctrination of impossibility.

― Hib Chickena

The poet is the sayer, the namer, and represents beauty. He is a sovereign, and stands on the centre. For the world is not painted, or adorned, but is from the beginning beautiful; and God has not made some beautiful things, but Beauty is the creator of the universe. Therefore the poet is not any permissive potentate, but is emperor in his own right. Criticism is infested with a cant of materialism, which assumes that manual skill and activity is the first merit of all men, and disparages such as say and do not, overlooking the fact, that some men, namely, poets, are natural sayers, sent into the world to the end of expression, and confounds them with those whose province is action, but who quit it to imitate the sayers. The poet does not wait for the hero or the sage, but, as they act and think primarily, so he writes primarily what will and must be spoken, reckoning the others, though primaries also, yet, in respect to him, secondaries and servants; as sitters or models in the studio of a painter, or as assistants who bring building materials to an architect.

Ralph Waldo Emerson Essays, Second Series

…one gives away what is in reality a part of one’s nature and substance, while to receive something is to recieve a part of someone’s spiritual essence. To keep this thing is dangerous, not only because it is illicit to do so, but also becaue it comes morally, physically and spiritually from a person. Whatever it is, food, posessions, women, children, or ritual it retains a magical and religious hold over the recipient. The thing given is not intert. It is alive and often personified, and strives to bring to its original clan and homeland some equivalent to take its place.

-Marcel Mauss “The Gift”

Mount Washington


Signs for MT WA and Great Wall trails.

Mount Washington
Distance: 8.5 miles
Elevation Gain: 3250 Feet
Date: July 10, 2014
Hikers: Groucho & Diamond D
Duration: 4.75 hours

Groucho sez –

Diamond D and I were looking for something close and a bit more rigorous than our earlier Rattlesnake Ledge hike – I’d not been up Mt Washington, so off we went. The hike was way more laid back than Mt Si – we saw a total of 7 people in almost 5 hours on the mountain – but the views were still great and the trail superbly maintained. I’ll be back to try the Great Wall loop – it wasn’t obvious where the loop came out near the summit, and the trail at the signed junction seemed a bit rough…

Salmon Berries

There were lots of ripening salmon berries – probably an indication that not that many hungry humans passed thru.

Views Southeast

Views of Rainier southeast from just under the summit looking over the Cedar River Watershed.

Views Northwest

Si, Little Si and Issaquah northwest from the summit