Here are some pictures from the holidays.
We are giving away grape plants this weekend. Check it out.
We are giving away grape plants this weekend. Check it out.
Memories (<-link to song)
May be beautiful and yet
What’s too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget
So it’s the laughter
We will remember
Whenever we remember
The way we were
Not to get all nostalgia on you, but the theme that seems to tie this month’s string of days together is memories. Perhaps it’s because I think I am getting close to creating something that has been on the drawing board for 8 or 9 years, a history tour that you can take with you on your cell phone. (Notice how they aren’t really cell phones or “Smart phones” any more, they are “mobile devices”.) The trick is that in most places around here there is no cell coverage, so you can’t link to the Internet to get a story about your location. More about the technology later, the thing is there are a lot of stories associated with the places in Northeast Washington that need to be remembered by visitors and residents alike.
None is more central to where we live than the loss of the salmon fishery at Kettle Falls and thousands of years of Native culture that went with it. So it was inspiring on June 17th to be with the people, mostly Tribal, who gathered at Mission Point where St Paul’s Mission was built above the Kettle Falls on the Columbia, to watch newly-carved long dug-out canoes paddled by members of 5 tribes (more really), some of them coming more than 100 miles over 10 days to gather together for the first time in nearly 80 years both to remember the “Ceremony of Tears” when the waters of Lake Roosevelt flooded the falls in 1940 and the salmon stopped running blocked by Grand Coulee Dam, but also to recognize a new hope symbolized by the canoes, built mostly by Tribal youth, that a new International Power Treaty will recognize the need to return the salmon to their spawning beds going far into Canada and that new methods to move the returning salmon past the dams can be effective.
Not that that was the only thing that happened in June 2016, but it was powerful to be there when the drumming on the West side of the river was answered by more drumming from our side where a young man was offering a prayer in Salish in a ceremony led by Shelly Boyd, wife of Jim Boyd, the elected head of the 12 Colville Tribes and a world famous musician. We heard him play and sing at the Museum near St Paul’s Mission last winter and 5 days after this ceremony, he died of a heart attack. It was an end and a beginning.
There was also a big reunion on June 5th in Rose Valley where I lived from 1974 to 1984. It fit well into the first
stanza of the lead song “What’s too painful to remember, we simply choose to forget.” Too many stories for a blog…
Soon after that, June 18th, I celebrated Fathers Day on a traditional rockhounding trip with my daughter April. Unlike some of our past trips, it was fairly successful. We left tin cans in the Lonestar Mine pond hoping to return and find them coated in copper like miners did a century ago. We failed to find the City of Paris cave shown on USGS Topo maps, but we’ll be back and better equipped to check the cans and the cave. Then we explored a rocky meadow near Franson Peak in the rain finding pieces of agate among the wildflowers. Another day to remember…
One last end/beginning was the farewell dinner at Lovitt Restaurant. 7 tasty courses, a bottle of our 5-year-old Lucie Kuhlmann wine, a lot of pictures and a lot of our friends. Norman and Kristen Six and their two daughters,
Paige and Norma Jean are moving on, but we hope not too far away, to start another restaurant probably in a building that is not over 100 years old and in need of serious repair.
A lot of work was done in the garden, the vineyard and the office in June. All the vegetables are transplanted, the grape crop has gone from the size of BBs to the size of peas and it is big. A new edition of the Road Atlas of Ferry County is out and selling well after over a thousand changes to road lines and addresses. The little pie cherry tree in the front yard gave us over 4 gallons of cherries – some of which are now in a 4th of July pie. We picked 31 pounds of strawberries at Winniford Farm and they are now sliced, frozen individually and 5 gallons bagged up in the freezer. There were very hot days and very rainy ones. But most of that will
be forgotten when we look back on the way we were.
We have a new Facebook Business page: https://www.facebook.com/BarrecVineyards/ with pictures and more recent events. One of these events was the sponsor’s dinner at Lovitt Restaurant that is closing it’s Colville Valley location and looking for a spot in a bigger Washington city, perhaps somewhere near you.
This blog is brought to you by the letter M.
M is for mushrooms, mainly Morel mushrooms. We have taken 6 mushroom expeditions, mostly in May and most were more successful than the one before. Picking morels is a lot like playing hooky. We have lots of gardening and I have lots of maps to work on. But a million acres of morels is (hopefully) a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Although a million acres burned in Washington State last year, the biggest local fires were the Carpenter Road fire – that was in last month’s blog, the Renner fire, The Graves MT fire and the Stickpin fire.
M is for mistakes and mud. We brought our friends Tove and Doug up to Thompson Ridge Trail in the Renner Fire to introduce them to picking morels. We did find some along the trail, but we were a bit early and they were few and far between. Then it started to rain and we sat it out steaming up the windows in the Rav4 and eating lunch. On a whim, I continued down the road to a lower elevation through a lot of mud. The rain stopped and we hit a sweet spot there and everyone filled up their baskets and bags. Good day on the Renner fire, about 30 pounds between us.
M is for mountain and mistake. On May 13th we worked our way up the south side of Graves MT looking for morels again with no luck and came to a huge pine tree fallen across the road. We were about to turn back when a yellow pickup came up behind us. It turned out to be Jeremiah Jones, the guy who plows our driveway in the winter, and his father, Greg. Jeremiah had a chainsaw and a chain, and pretty soon the part of that pine tree blocking the road was over the bank. But we still didn’t find any mushrooms up the hill and went back to the highway, only to find Jeremiah with his pickup broke down. We gave him and his father a ride to Sandy’s Drive In where his wife was working and headed back up Deadman Creek to the other side of the Graves Mountain Burn. We found a few mushrooms and were about to turn back when Cheryl suggested there might be more across the creek. I got one leg completely soaked crossing the creek but there were more morels than I had ever seen on the other side. I picked a basket full but it was so late that we had to leave just as it was getting good.
M is for Meals, and we have had some good ones with all of these mushrooms. But it’s also for maps and the jobs were stacking up for Map Metrics while we were out picking. You might add Marketing, a good M word and I got a start on a Barreca Vineyards Facebook page at the “Digital Day Camp” held at the newly remodeled Kettle Falls Library. But with too many other things going, it is still just a start.
M is for Mother’s Day and I spent most of it attending the graduation ceremony of Benjamin Stout, my cousin’s son, from Gonzaga University at the Spokane Arena. Several thousand graduates are impressive, but after 3 hours of listening to names, you get worn down. I had to leave the Stout family and my aunt Mary Jo Rumball-Petre right after the ceremonies, do some shopping and get back for a dinner date with Cheryl, C-Ma Barreca, at Lovitt Restaurant.
M is for Market and we started selling wine, grape plants, map books and eventually mushrooms at the NE Washington Farmer’s Market in Colville on Wednesdays, something we will do for the rest of the summer. The market has been good except for the (M is for) mistake of not getting the table squared away and watching our full wine rack crash on the pavement one morning. We recovered and now the table is rebuilt and stronger than ever.
M is for Movie and we watched Through the Looking Glass one Sunday.
M was for Morels again when my sister Jeannette and her husband, Bill Yake, came over from Olympia to visit with us and April, Tony and James and to pick morels. We hit it big on Long Alec Creek with Bill and Jeannette plus my daughter April and her guys, Tony and James Houston. We were finding fresh morels at 4500 feet and above.
M is for mine and the next day Jeannette, Bill and I struck out to find the lost Cuban Mine that Bill’s great uncle Erwin Yake had developed right across the river from us. We found the mine and a whole lot more. It helps to be into maps and history. It was a lot of exercise and we came back to a dandy meal that Cheryl cooked with morels and asparagus on the side.
M is for Music and Monday. Bill and I played music together Sunday night, but we both had a long day scheduled on Monday. So it was a short night. Monday, before he left, Bill took a picture of a Great Horned Owl in our woods. He posted it on facebook with comments about how they eat everything you can think of including house cats. Our cat, Gray-C, did not come back into the house that night. But at 4 AM I found her still in the garden and a couple of (M is for) mouse heads left in the middle of the path. Then I got some sleep.
M is for Memorial Day and we had a great day picking morels with Tove and Doug the Thursday before that weekend. This time we went up Little Boulder Creek. The morels were big and fresh. We started passing up little ones and came home with about 50 pounds between us. By this time we had 2 gallons of dried morels and didn’t need more. So..
M is for Marketing and on Memorial weekend Saturday Cheryl took morels to the Farmers Market. She sold out in 45 minutes and went on to sell plants and map books too (we didn’t take wine). So Cheryl and I picked more morels on Memorial Day even higher on Little Boulder and sold those on Wednesday. But by then we are into June and out of morels.
So there you have it, the Sesame Street version of our Month of May. No more morel mania. I think J will be for June and jobs that I didn’t finish in May.
The title pun compares the burst of farming activity this April to emergency services. Actually there was a bit of both this last month and an inordinate amount of photos to go with each meaning. So sorry folks, this is a long blog to slog through. We have only had a few fires in the heating stove since April first. Many days have been above 80 degrees. There has been a little more rain than last year, but not nearly enough.
So Spring has been bursting out all over. The bluebirds are back in their cat-proofed bird house. We found a frog sleeping in an outdoor flower pot. Humming birds are demanding sweet water and butterflies, bees and all manner of insects are out and about. Early in the month grapes needed to be pruned and fruit trees dowsed with dormant spray as usual. But I decided to strengthen the trellis on all of my grape vines since many have been sagging under the weight of big harvests and the failing of the bamboo stakes put in the ground 10 years ago. Those have now been replaced with over 200 pieces of rebar bound tight to newly braced and tensioned support wires. This all took much longer than the usual Spring pruning and there was still a lot to do but Cheryl and I needed to get away before an even more intense summer schedule kicked in. (Link to Spring Album)
We left for a whirlwind tour of mostly Northeast Oregon on April 5th. We focused on the basics, wine and chocolate. The first day of our trip we wound our way through the rolling Palouse wheat fields to Walla Walla where we had arranged a tasting pairing chocolate from Petits Noirs, a “boutique chocolatier located in the lush region of the Walla Walla Valley, where vineyards and fruit orchards scale the fertile terroir,” and a selection of wines from Barreca Vineyards. After camping in our 1984 VW/Westfalia Van at the remote Harris County Park with our dog, Gretchen, we spent much of the next day drinking wine and eating chocolate with Lan and James Boulanger, friends of our daughter Bina Brock. Refreshed in body and spirit and having traded a lot of wine for chocolate, we left feeling perhaps a little younger, or maybe just buzzed and wound our way up into the Blue Creek Burn, a 2015 forest fire just outside of Walla Walla. We were too early to find morel mushrooms, but just in time for Spring greens and wild flowers. We camped on a spur off the main road up Klicker Mountain overlooking hundreds of miles of Palouse fields and the twinkling lights of cities and several wind farms.
We awoke the next morning to the sound of a crawler tractor working its way up the main dirt road. A while later a pickup truck came down the mountain and turned off into the meadow where we were camped. It turned out to be 88 year old Bob Klicker, who still owned the mountain. He said we could camp as long as we wanted and we talked about his family’s history there. But we didn’t stay, we wound our way back down the mountain and over to the Fort Walla Walla Museum for a brief visit and then turned south through Milton-Freewater and eventually onto I-82 for a fast trip to Baker, Oregon. We hoped to get to the Forest Service office in time to ask about where to look for mushrooms. But it was closed. As we were about to leave, the last guy out of the office pulled his old pickup back into parking lot. He turned out to be the district ranger and suggested that morels were growing on Dooley Ridge and that the meals were good at a nearby brew pub. After a good meal and driving perhaps the most winding paved road I have ever been on, we found a spot to camp below Dooley Ridge. (Link to trip photo album)
After a cold night and a pleasant but fruitless search through the burned forest for mushrooms, we went back over the winding mountain pass and stopped in Sumpter for supplies. This old mining town had not quite defrosted and roads to any interesting mines were snowed in. We checked out a roadside “museum” of old mining equipment rusting in the sun and then drove on to John Day, Oregon, and the Clyde Holliday Oregon State Park. It had beautiful flowering trees, mowed lawns and paved RV hookups next to the nearly flooded John Day River. It was also nearly full and we pulled into a less-desirable RV slot while we picked out a better one and registered. When we went to move the van, it wouldn’t start, triggering the first real “emergency response” of the month. After moving most of our stuff out to open the engine compartment, I discovered that some rubber air ducts had shaken themselves free of the carburetor. In a short time and without tools, I had them back in place and the van running again. So we drove it to the 1188 Brewery in John Day.
The next day we ate breakfast at the Snaffle Bit restaurant, which turned out to have WiFi service. I caught up on email and filled up on French Toast and sausage while Cheryl talked about Australian cattle dogs with another customer and dined on California eggs Benedict. Then we headed out to the recently built Thomas Condon Paleontology Center and Museum on the Sheep Rock Unit of the John Day Fossil Beds. We learned a lot about the evolution of mammals in the 44 million years since the mass extinction of dinosaurs. The very new museum was fascinating and the scenery spectacular. (See album) We returned to Clyde Holliday for the night. About 11 PM a very loud siren went off for a very long time. Cars sped one way past the park
then fire engines sped the other way. As the sirens died down coyotes picked up the tune and were soon joined by local dogs. We learned the next day that a cabin had burned in the hills but the family got out safely. (emergency response #2)
We made our way north over Highway 19. This again is a spectacular highway with campgrounds we didn’t know about and stopped at the town of Fossil, OR and the Oregon Paleo Lands Center which according to tourism guides was a jumping off place to a nearby dig where you could find ancient fossilized plants and animals for yourself. But we sat down to talk with the pioneer of fossil collection in Fossil, Karen Masshoff, and learned that the town really did not want to support it’s namesake, heritage or evolutionary science of any kind and that the fossil site was a mess of clay and discarded pieces of rock. We moved on to camp at Cottonwood, “Oregon’s newest campground”. Overnight camping was in the “One Tree” area, which was aptly named for the one old pine tree along the John Day river. It was a windswept and desolate place, especially compared to Clyde Holliday. But it had towering basalt cliffs and a rugged beauty that we enjoyed on an early evening hike. we stayed for the night.
The next day we ate lunch in Condon, OR, perched in wheat fields and a wind farm above the Columbia, then crossed into Washington and did laundry in Goldendale. The drive over the pass into Toppenish went fairly smoothly but on the freeway from Yakima to Wenatchee the van started gasping for fuel again and we barely made it to a rest stop overlooking the Yakima Valley. Examining the carburetor, I noticed that the governor linkage was sticky. Cheryl gave me her trusty can of Ballistol lubricant and I dowsed it liberally until it seemed free. (emergency response #3) From there we drove without incident to Ellensburg and then over Ryegrass Pass to Vantage where we camped at a very spiffy and expensive Washington State campground right on the Columbia River backed up by the
Wanapum Dam. We parked next to a huge motor home with Alberta plates, a satellite dish and a new SUV towed behind. I couldn’t help but remember the Wanapum name for White people is “Upsuch”, the greedy ones. Just after dark I stepped out on the bluff overlooking the lake and heard children calling for help and crying. I walked over with my headlamp on and gathered together a couple of boys who had misjudged the way back to their camp from the beach. After some talking and walking back to the main campground, I realized that they were from a boisterous group of children with several tents and took them over there. The adults were out looking for the lost boys and the other children sent a couple of kids after them yelling “We found them.” I didn’t wait there for the adults. (emergency response #4) It was an incredibly windy night that sounded like a hurricane. We had to lower the lid on the camper so the canvas wouldn’t tear.
On April 12th, we headed out for breakfast at George and found that Martha’s Restaurant had closed. Moving on to Ephrata and hoping to find a good country breakfast, we drove down a side street to look at a place that turned out to not have hot food and were headed back toward main street when flashing red and blue lights appeared right behind us. A county sheriff pulled us over for not making a full stop. He turned out to be okay, didn’t issue a ticket and recommended the Country Deli as a good place for breakfast although he confessed to us that he had celiac disease and couldn’t eat there. We did and it was perfect. (emergency response #5) We were glad to get home early in the afternoon and deal with things like my 192 new emails.
While we had been gone, Spring had emerged bigtime. The vineyard had turned green and the asparagus had popped up. Tulips and lilacs were in bloom as were the cherry, apple, peach and pear trees and the forsythia. (Link to Spring Album) The critters were feisty. Gray-C released a mouse in the house a couple days later and a towhee attacked it’s own image reflected in our shiny stove pipe. After one more failed attempt nearby, we picked hundreds of morels in the Carpenter Road wildfire area and ate rib eye steak with morels, garlic and asparagus for dinner.
On the last day of the month I woke up to the sound of what turned out to be a diesel fire truck parked across the street from our place. I walked down there and found out that a 13 year old runaway girl had slept in the grass near our neighbor’s driveway. Someone had seen her lying there and called 911. The local fire department was the first to arrive. One of them talked to her and sat on the ground leaning up against the guard rail with her. She was wrapped in a blanket. Several other firemen talked with each other nearby until a Sheriff Patrol car arrived and drove off with her to the south about an hour later. (emergency response #5). That was the saddest of all. We were glad to be back at our home and she wanted to leave hers for good.
It’s a rare rainy day this Spring and I am jamming on a blog hopefully before we go on our own Magical Mystery Tour. March has come and gone in a blur mostly due to preparing for and attending two big shows, the annual Panorama Gem and Mineral Club Rock and Gem show and the Colville Home and Garden show. Of course Spring has sprung and all those cozy indoor activities from the winter have given way to the full onslaught of pruning, planting, fencing and paying taxes. At least we only use firewood for warm-up fires in the morning. Also the demand for maps to everywhere has blossomed along with the flowers.
For the Rock Show I dug into 10 years worth of field trip stories I wrote for the Panorama Prospector, our rock club’s newsletter, to produce a second volume of the very popular “Kettle Country Treasure Maps” that I assembled from the same source in 2006. It was a big success at the Rock Show and That even turned out to be worth all of the extra time I put into it. In fact, I made enough to buy gold, a gold cap for a broken molar that is. So all the money went into my mouth but my mouth is very happy about it.
For the Home Show I updated the Northeast Washington Grape Catalog and brought some of my over 200 potted grape plants. I have been giving a talk at the show about growing grapes but switched it up this year and talked about making wine. It was a lot of work on all fronts, cleaning up the plants, rewriting the catalog and producing a Power Point on making wine. But all the while I could have been working in the vineyard and doubt that I will go to those lengths for the Home and Garden Show again.
This year I am re-trellissing almost all of over 400 grape vines. I am replacing the bamboo stakes with rebar, bracing the end posts and tensioning all of the grape support wires. After cutting 200 5 foot pieces of rebar, I am still short of what I need. All of this is necessary because big crops of grapes have been crushing the original installation. When you harvest a ton of grapes, you take on a ton of work. I’m also proud of a new steel gate on the vineyard made by extending a 50 inch high welded gate up to 78 inches and covering it with field fencing.
Bill King, the drummer at the Woodland Theater and the band Nothing Serious died. Tony Houston has been filling in for him at Woodland Theater while Bill battled cancer. Our neighbor, Pete Mollenberg passed away. But another neighbor family, the Hermans, have a new grandson, Oren. The house across the highway from us sold after 3 years on the market. The new neighbors have not moved in yet. Two other neighbors are moving and another couple is building a place just south of us and closer to the river. So there are lots of changes ahead.
The 2016 Grape plants are ready to plant. You can download the new catalog and see what we have. It is designed to print on both sides of three pieces of paper but will print on one side if that is easier for you.
You can pick up plants here at the vineyard or this coming Friday and Saturday at the Colville Home Show in the College auditorium, March 18 and 19th.
There is a good crop of Himrod and Canadice table grapes, lots of Foch wine grapes and Gewurztraminer plus many others. For more fun, call us for a tasting time and taste what you can grow.
Technically it is not yet spring. But Spring is breaking out all over anyway. Early in February we got a couple inches of snow but not enough to call in a snow plow to clear the driveway. I did call up the plow guy on February 10th to clear a path through frozen snow to Old Blue, our 40 year old Chevy Pickup, so I could help Rick at Quillasascut Farm clear out the goat feeding barn. Three huge truck loads later the barn was clear, there was a ten ton pile of manure next to the garden, and my back was a little sore. Two days later the pile was steaming and my back was more than a little sore.
But my back is fine now (after a visit to our chiropractor, Peter Roesler) and the snow is gone. Chickadee’s have started their mating songs. Turkeys are fanning their tails and fighting, grass is rising up from the very flat and wet earth. Tulips are poking up from the flower barrel in front of the house and the filbert trees are adorned with catkins of pollen. Of course all of this means that it’s time to get out and prepare the garden and prune the grapes. Cheryl has leek starts growing inside, but I haven’t quite started pruning yet.
I got the bottle shed organized and now have close to 2000 wine bottles sorted by type, color and size and stored in wine cases ready to wash and scald. I did get three of my best wines from 2014 bottled, Marechal Foch, Luci Kuhlmann and Baco Noir. I also bottled some apple wine from 2012. All of them are wonderful and I got a chance to share some of them with hundreds of people at the Hunger Coalition Dinner, February 26th.
Another spring cleaning project was to reclaim the wood shop from all the tools and supplies stacked on the floor. There is more to do sorting screws etc. but the shop is ready even if I am not. The office/tasting room bathroom project is done for now and includes new linoleum on the floor. But the office is a bit of a mess because I have been jamming on a new guide to rock hounding hot spots for the annual Panorama Land Gem and Mineral Show, which closed yesterday – and was a big success. And I got the first draft of the chapter in my father’s biography, “Raising a Family”, off to him and my brothers and sisters. If I can get another rock club newsletter done by the end of the week and have the first meeting of the Heritage Network organized by the next week, then I can do the slide show and grape catalog for the Home and Garden Show the weekend after that. Things happen quickly in the spring.
Having my Samsung Tablet take dictation for my diary has been fun. Sometimes it takes awhile to figure out what I really said. It translated “evaporated milk” as “vampire rated milk”. It called my Pend Oreille County book “pond or a book”. When I talked about visiting Cheryl’s cousin Pat and Allan (her husband ), it wrote “I visited pattern islands”. When I mentioned that while cooking dinner I screwed up the cornbread and kale, it wrote “I screwed up the cornbread and the girl that went with it.” When I said that I put suet in the feeder, it wrote “I put some saw it in the theater.”
The tablet was not the only technology giving us fits. I spent hours with Norton support getting both of our computers on the same plan, but saved over $100 in the process. We spent even more time tracing down all the routers that Providence’s online patient medical information website bounced to before becoming lost. But we got Hughes Net to give us information that we gave to Providence and they not only got us back online, they fixed a problem that scores of other patients were having.
We’ve also been watching episodes of The Dog Whisperer with Cesar Millan. He “rehabilitates” dogs by training humans to be “calm and assertive”. It’s a lot like Zen. Spring is hectic but don’t worry, be calm, assertive and happy.
A big question going into the winter was “Will we get enough snow?” El Nino jumped on that one and we have plenty of snow. My new barometer has been shifting up and down as systems move in and out building up over a foot of snow early in the month, with much more than that at higher elevations.
After a snowstorm you sometimes get a clear sky in the morning and the light before sunrise turns the whole landscape blue. I’m including a couple of pictures and a video of snow falling – but not blue. The beauty of snow and the problems it causes make a fitting background to the rest of this blog.
I bought a new Otter Sled that really helps move things around in this weather. On January 6th a log truck didn’t move around so well and dumped a load of logs just south of Rice, Washington. Cheryl had two pictures she took of the wreck posted on a Spokane TV webpage. Also not so much fun was the power outage on January 26th that lasted half the day or the outage in Kettle
Falls that took down the Crossroads Websites in December (More about that later on.)
Do computers affect the way you think? I typed that question into Google and got 60,900,000 responses. Evidently even computers round off the results when convenient. For years I have been keeping a diary, which eventually gets transformed into blogs, which eventually turn into the Christmas newsletter. I found a simple app called Journal for my Galaxy Tablet. Then I discovered that I could write an entry just by talking to the tablet. It doesn’t get everything right, but does figure out a surprising amount. I could just paste all those ramblings into a blog with rather random results. But I am going to round off the results to make them more convenient.
Cheryl and I watched 3 movies this month: Sisters, Star Wars VII and The Revenant. Like all interesting stories, there was a lot of conflict going on in each – and varying amounts of humor. I’m sure each of them started out with a lot of writing. We also watched some of the final games of the football season and of the Australian Open Tennis Tournament. There was not as much writing involved creating those conflicts, but plenty afterward.
I reflected on that since I have been doing a whole lot of writing this last month myself. I made more progress on my father’s biography than any time since last January. I wrote an article for the North Columbia Monthly on the Germania Mine and it’s part in World War I. Plenty of conflict there. I also helped write an article about the history of the Panorama Gem and Mineral Club and the January Newsletter for the club. Even there you find rockhounds overcoming adversity to reach their reward. So (unsurprisingly) there are some conflicts and resolutions in this month’s blog.
I am dealing with one long-standing unresolved problem by remodeling the bathroom part of this office/tasting room. When I remodeled the main office to create a tasting room last year, I moved two file cabinets full of old
records into the bathroom. They increased the load on two floor joists that were already sagging with the weight of a 200 lb slab of concrete under the shower. The shower leaked and rotted part of the joists. I had two main challenges, 1. Go through records in the file cabinet dating back 30 years saving some and recycling others. 2. Move out the shower slab and remake the foundation so that it didn’t sag and it would never rot again.
From the first challenge, I learned that things that are worth saving are ones that show how significant things came to be later on. Old manuals and project paperwork didn’t make the cut. Pictures and stories did.
From the second challenge I learned that it can take a lot longer to fix something done poorly than it would have to do it more substantially the first time.
In a power outage last December the hard drive on the Crossroads Archive website died. Our Internet Provider, Scott Hirsch, at Secure Webs was able to revive it on a new server. That was a huge relief since the site took three years to build with a federal grant and hundreds of hours of volunteer labor. It gets about 30,000 visits a year but we have not added material for that last 3 years while trying to resolve a dispute with the Stevens County Government, who administered the grant. As President of the Heritage Network I asked the county to release its interest in the website so we could add more material to it. The county had used grant money to purchase webserver hardware for the website. They replied that would constitute “gifting”, because it is illegal for a government agency to give resources to a private entity. Since after the power outage and the server replacement the site was no longer running on hardware tied to the grant and since from the beginning our group has paid for the domain registration out of our own pocket we thanked the county for their support and said we would continue to manage it on our own.
We were shocked three weeks later to get a letter from the county commissioners demanding that we turn over both the expired hardware and control of the site to them by the end of the month so they could shut it down. After I calmed down a little, I composed a reply with a series of facts detailing how the county had refused to provide a site for the information itself and we were forced to create it from scratch with our own money and labor, and that they never owned or operated the website and it had never been “gifted” to them. The Heritage Network board reviewed the reply and we gave the expired hardware and the reply to the county. It’s been over three weeks and the month is over. There has been no response from the county. I hope that conflict is resolved too.
I also paid taxes and filed reports to the State and the Feds for the winery. I’m not generally opposed to government. But it leads to the last subject in this blog, Predators. Now that the snow is frozen, turkeys and coyotes can run over the snow. Eagles cry from their roosts near the bay every morning and a few nights ago an owl flashed by our kitchen while our cat was contemplating pushing through the clear pet door. I’ve been reading accounts of encounters with Sasquatch during the last 200 years in the book, Tribal Bigfoot. There are hundreds of websites dedicated to the topic and a TV reality show. Still they remain illusive and that’s a good thing for both species.
Not as illusive and not nearly a good thing, my sister circulated a report from the Archdiocese of Seattle on 77 priest pedophiles from it’s ranks. It included a list of the different parishes they had worked in. So many transfers indicate a long-standing pattern of complicity in covering up this problem. All of my family knew one or more of them. In the real world the movie is never over. But at least January is.
Here are some pictures from the holidays.