Trip Reflections Part One - Barkerville

I should have taken a picture of the loaded van as we left. Most people think that there is no way I could get all that stuff and the 5 of us into our minivan. Dean says of my packing "She believes anything is possible". It is true that I am a wizard of cramming stuff into our van... But I must say that it would all work better if my children were amputees. Those darn legs are such a nuisance. And I pack stuff into every conceivable place. How we got the two dogs in as well, is one of life's mysteries. We were aiming to leave at 6am but when I went to bed at 4am after finishing cleaning the living room where our housesitter would be sleeping, I knew that plan was not very practical... I woke up at 8am and we were out of here by 10am. We were supposed to meet my twin sisters and a husband at Barkerville for dinner that first night but being Clarkes as we are, we missed each other. Too bad, those were really excellent greek pork chops we brought, Bean!

The next day we were rather tired but we spent most of the day wandering around Barkerville. Then we all went back to the campsite and had naps before dinner. I loved that it was still so much the same as it was when I was a child. They brag that they haven't changed their displays in the 50 years since it opened (1958).

I especially remember this one - the "painless tooth extraction".
Kaetlyn and Drew explored together for most of the morning.








Rhiannon and I sat down a lot. Here she is in front of the last person who lived in Barkerville fulltime until he died in 1979. He was an active gold miner.

Dean and Rhiannon went for a stage coach ride together.











Drew claimed to be exhausted and Kaetlyn and I left him sitting on a bench to browse the jewelry store. The next thing we know, he passes us with 3! girls - all of them dressed in Chinese clothes!

Rhiannon's favourite part was the lesson she attended in the old schoolhouse.


We had spectacular Caribou weather. Sunny and cloudy in the low 20's and only a wee light sprinkling of rain one afternoon. The campsite (Lowhee) was beautiful and the people were friendly. Blueberries were growing everywhere. A good start to our holiday!

Why I have such a great appreciation for Okanagan weather....

It seems my children will really get to see what summers in Northern BC were like. Rain is forcasted for everyday we are away. Every time I check the environment Canada website, the forcast is worse! At last check, a high of 14 degrees forcasted for Monday in Smithers.... hmmm, going to go pack another fleece...

Summer Tripping

The place is a frenzy these days as we prepare to leave on our summer holidays. This will be the longest trek we have ever made as a family. And counter-intuitively, we are heading North. North to where I grew up - to show my children the places that were so formative to me. The first night we will be in Barkerville for two nights where we will also hook up with my sister (and blog design guru) Bethany and her husband. Then we will head to Prince George where I spent 7 years of my childhood and stay at my Aunt's house who still lives in the same house she did while I was growing up. Here I will show my children where I learned to ride a bike and to skate, where I went to kindergarten in a church before kindergarten was compulsory and part of the school system. Where I went for long walks with my brother, Jordan's dog. Where I used to walk home from school in the dark at 3pm. Then we are heading to Smithers where we are camping at Lake Tyee for 2 nights and visiting the village of K'san. I only lived outside of Smithers for 6 months but it had a profound effect on me. We lived on 10 acres beside the Bulkley River which is as beautiful as the Fraser is ugly (Oh, c'mon, it is mighty and awesome but it is the colour of mud from start to finish!) I had few friends and spent hours walking around in the wilderness outside my door. And the summer before we moved there as a family, I lived there and worked for RSF Energy as my dad's sales secretary. During the week I lived in a cabin that Swiss settlers had built in the middle of a hay field. After work, I helped the family cut the hay, winnow it and pitch it onto a hay wagon. I drove a 1938 tractor and helped in every part of the haying. I remember stomping down the hay in my black circle calico skirt that my grandma has sewed for me with the scratchy hay on my bare legs. I was 17 while staying in the cabin and living on yoghurt, fresh whole grain bread and carrots out of the garden with no windows and no electricity, at the foot of those awesome mountains that remind the Swiss of the Alps, I wrote this poem to try to express the wonder and the awe and how deeply spiritually moved I was by this majestic natural landscape:

A Witness

Here in this land where cloud lies heavy
Between the mountains trapped in cold,
Here where nature's friends are more than man,
We breathe a testimony to God.
Mountains rise with unmistakable power
Of a head held high.
Even the most self risen man
Is humbled in their presence.
To look upon their blue and noble towers,
Thrusting above a clearing of waving hay
Wrapped in the peaceful soliloquy
Of a bird's hymn,
Is to look upon a witness
And feel that knowing
Strong inside your breast --
God is nigh.
God is love.
Without words or eloquent hymns,
God is real.
No man can rebut --
God lives.

We'll make a day trip into Terrace where I spent my teen age years.

When I think of going North to those places that I love so much, I can hardly breathe. A piece of my heart has been there ever since. Those Northern, wild places I grew up made me who I am. I miss them everyday. If only they weren't so economically depressed and could grow canteloupes and peppers there.... Anytime I go back, I have a hard time leaving. It's been 9 years since I was back there.

This

You know what this is? This is about a 3 tablespoons of sheep milk. It has been a slow process. First I got Brida to come and eat oats in my vicinity. Then I got her to eat oats out of a bowl while I held the bowl. Then I got her to eat oats from the bowl between my feet and I grabbed onto her horns while she did. Then, the next day, I got her to eat oats from a bowl between my feet, grabbed onto her horns and had Rhiannon pet her and reach down and touch her milk bag. The next day, with my friend Monique, I grabbed her horns, Monique held them and I got a wee bit of milk to squeeze out. She thrashed around while I tried and there was dirt in the milk but I tasted it and it tasted like ice cream - I could swear there was vanilla in there! And then today, I grabbed her horns and held her while our neighbour girl who milks their two goats came and milked her. And this is how much we got. Tomorrow, she's going to help me while Dean holds her horns. It seems like incredibly fast progress to me! And I have a glass with a wee bit of sheep milk in it in the fridge!

July 7, 2008

I am 43 today! It couldn't have been more perfect. A morning spent with a friend, lunch with friends and our children. I ran once around the oval at Polson Park. (yes! ran!) and even had the courage for the first time in 7 years to run full out. It wasn't very fast but I ran. Weeding, cleaning and tea at my house and the most amazing cake I have ever had made with love by a loving friend and ate with good friends.

Then supper down at my favourite beach with all 5 of my favourite people in the entire world who were feeling good and taking silly pictures of each other. We ate sandwiches and chips and watched the sun go down. Rhiannon swam and I floated along on my tube looking up at the trees and the blue, blue sky. You know, that is one of the things I love about my birthday here in the Okanagan - it is almost always sunny. Previously to moving here, it rained on my birthday every year. And I mean every single year without fail, wherever I lived, it rained on July 7.

Hey look, someone even remembered to take a picture of me without me asking them to!
















Kaetlyn made me another cake - my traditional fare - cake with strawberries and whipped cream. She got all organic stuff. She knows me, my girl! Andrew arranged the candles in roman numerals for 43 (maybe he isn't illiterate after all...)






For me my birthday is always very significant. It is a time to assess what I have accomplished in the year and where I want to go next. A time to write in my journal and ponder what it all means. A time to surround myself with those I love and who love me. A time to clean out dusty cupboards in my mind and in my life. It was a great day!

And So....

Here are the newest additions to our farm. Right now there are 8 sheep in my little pasture. But only 4 are for keeps. Four of them will make their way to the freezer.

This one is a 3 year old named Brida and came with 2 black lambs from Pineridge Icelandics in Chase. She is a moorit, which means brown in Icelandic. We are going to try milking her some day soon when she is not so afraid of us.


This beautiful white ewe lamb came from Sooke. I picked her and her mate up in Chilliwack on Saturday. She has been named Freya and is naturally polled (no horns).



And here is her mate from the same farm in Sooke - Tideview. He has been named Renald in honour of Ronni (Ronalda) who came with me on the very hot journey to get them. She is a city girl through and through so it was rather challenging for her to ride in the van with two baaing lambs in the back. Especially after the people we picked them up from warned us they could jump over the seats (not).











This is Oregano, a ram lamb from last year who is destined for the freezer shortly before he impregnates anyone! So far he is the friendliest. He will let me get the closest to him.











And this is Taragon who is also heading to the freezer soon.













And here is the latest addition from Greencroft Gardens in Grindrod. She arrived this afternoon. She will be part of our permanent flock. Her mother and grandmother have been milked and are very tame. She is definitely a large, healthy lamb!







And here is one of the twins from Chase. This is BaaBaaBlackSheep named by Rhiannon (Bubba for short). Her twin is Paprika. They will both make their way to the table.











And here he is, getting used to his new job. This is Zeus, Dean's new puppy, a livestock guardian dog. He is a Maremma x Akbash. And I've got to say, he is the sweetest dog I have ever known!

It really is starting to feel like a farm around here with 2 dogs, 3 cats, 8 sheep and 64 chickens....

How did that happen?

Hi My Name is Andrea

And I have a compost problem. I started suspecting it when I started mowing things that didn't need to be mowed just to have grass clippings to put on top of the Burdock in my compost pile. But it was undeniably confirmed with I caught myself fantasizing about mowing the ditches along Hwy 6 with my wee mower with grass bagger to take home to my compost.... Isn't there a support group for this? I'll probably need to get all new friends because I think most of my friends have the same addiction - most have multiple addictions that include extreme gardening....

Turns Out....

that I could probably not make a living as a person who determines the sex of animals. I have been completely convinced that the 2 chicks we hatched January 29 were both roosters. One was an Ameraucana and one a Silver Laced Wyandotte. Well, turns out that the odds are finally being evened out. (Remember last summer when I hatched 6 eggs and5 of them were roosters?).

I was feeding and watering the chicks the other evening, when an egg literally fell out of the bottom of the Ameraucana chick (I guess she is not a chick any more). Her name is Edie as she is the daughter of the black Ameraucana we hatched last summer who Dean named Edgar. The shell on the right is what I managed to salvage from that soft first egg.

This event precipitated a now obviously needed move from hanging out with our Amaraucana/Orpington chicks into the chicken coop where there was a nest box she could use. I moved her in with her hatch-mate, Chicken Licken (who I now also strongly suspect of being a hen) and some of this spring's chicks who I thought were probably hens (given my track record, perhaps we could count on them all to be roosters?) I left behind those I thought were probably roosters and given the croaking sounds coming out of there are several of them try to crow this morning, I may have at least been partly right... Anyways, after two days in the big coop with those mean big chickens, I found this wee blue egg laying on the ground of the coop this morning. It is about the size of a quail egg. As you can see, her first one was much larger - probably very lucky for her, it had a soft shell.

Anyways, I have been wanting my own Ameraucana hen for SOOOOOO long! I am thrilled to have one - especially one that is the daughter of my friend's hen who lays enormous blue eggs and that wild, gorgeous black rooster we hatched last summer.

A Fence

Ostensibly the reason my parents came up from Richmond was, of course, for Kaetlyn's grad. However, the thing my dad was looking forward to doing was building my fence for my sheep. And we worked in a panic to get it done (everyday except Sunday, of course). It has about 2 more hours of work to complete. Maybe there will be a beucolic scene of sheep baa-ing inside of it very soon!

Here are the two strong guys (Drew trying to look especially brawny with that huge chin look) with their post hole auger. They were experts at handling it by the end.

My chicken coop is also sporting a nifty new door. Gone is the piece of plywood held up by a bag of wood shavings....

Images from my Life

I have been really busy. Really busy. And on top of that, things have been percolating in the back of my mind. I have lots to say. I just haven't formulated my thoughts yet. But in the meantime, there have been some pretty big milestones around here. Kaetlyn graduated from highschool. My parents and my sister (one of my 6 sisters) came from the lower mainland and we had a big open house here for Kaetlyn. Here are some images from that day.

She arrived in a 'calvalcade' (Dean's word) of bikes with horns and bells that was organized by her big sister. Here she is with her biking crew and the cool bike she rode. The next is the obligatory family photo. I think we look pretty good!














Here she is taking her turn to walk up to the stage in Kal's blue and gold.













Here she is with her life-long friend - they met when they were aged 5 and 6 and because of their friendship, I became good friends with her friend's mother who introduced me to her brother.... and so they became cousins. It's kind of like they knew they would be cousins when they met.


And here she is cutting her amazing cakes made by her and my dear friend. Surrounded by friends and family who love her and many who have known her most of her life, she passed through this rite of passage. Congratulations Kaetlyn!

Now what?

You May Be Right, I May Be Crazy....

Okay, I haven't been blogging very much but it isn't because I haven't been on the computer. I have. I have been obsessing about an idea that I got sometime in January or February when I tasted sheep cheese.

I have a great drive for self sufficiency and the things that have happened this year (soaring oil/gas and wheat prices) have only spurred on my self-sufficient dreams. Although we are not big milk drinkers past mother's milk in this family (the children, anyway - Dean and I were both raised on the 'necessity' of cow milk) we do consume cheese and butter. I dislike supporting the industrial dairy industry so I have been leaning towards getting a goat. The thing is, I don't really care for the taste of goat milk - either straight or used in cooking. I like goat cheese with certain things but not for everything that I like cheese for. And there are real downsides to having a goat - like keeping a billy goat which you can smell from 100 yards away... and they get into everything and out of everything....

Then, in Nature's Fare, right beside the goat cheese was a little package of sheep cheese.... and I LOVED it! No tangy goat flavour. And I started investigating milk sheep. Not as rare as I had believed. They are reported to be the first domesticated animal and the first one that was ever milked. And it turns out that my very favourite kind of wool (lopi) is shorn from an excellent milk sheep - Icelandic sheep. Which have been bred to survive in the harsh climate of Iceland with minimal help from humans. They are great foragers and only need grass hay to survive the winter. They need not shelter even in the worst of conditions. Icelandic sheep have many of their more natural instincts intact. One of the shepherds I have spoken to over the last couple of weeks told me that she watched her sheep chase a coyote out of the field.

I have been sheep dreaming. I have been surfing the internet, locating breeders of Icelandic sheep, sending e-mails, staring a pictures of lambs and sheep, sending more e-mails, making phone calls and reading articles.

So, I've done it. I've made a plan to have 5 sheep by the end of the summer - 3 ewes, 1 ram and 1 wether (castrated ram).

If you are interested, here are some BC breeders:

This one is in Grinrod. I'm going to visit on Saturday. I hope to pick out a 1 - 2 year old ewe. Hers are unregistered (and she also grows spelt!)

This one is in Chase. I'm going to see these the week end after and I plan to choose a wether and a ewe lamb. These were bred later so won't be able to come here until August.

This place is in Creston. I had almost settled on one of her ewes. They are very cute! And she is a veritable fount of information.

And the one I have made arrangements with for sure has no website but she has sent me these pictures. I'll be picking these up in July.

The first two I have settled on for sure are these two.














The lamb in the forefront is a ram lamb that will be roaming our fields. And in the picture on the right it is the wee white ewe lamb - one of a triplet who will come with him to our acres.

Rhiannon and I have decided that we are honestly and truly a farm now. We figure we need a farm name. She has settled on Sheep Blossom Farm and has drawn a picture of a sheep inside a blossom with red lips from eating cherries for our sign...

But it just may be a lunatic you're lookin' for... (another Billy Joel reference that only Heather will get)

Last Days

For our last week end together, we hit some of Vernon's attractions:

Saturday:

Davison Orchards - one of their favourites from when they visited last time. This Saturday just happened to be their opening day with an Apple Blossom Festival. So we got to learn about apple blossoms, taste some apple juice, go on a tour through the orchard in the tractor train and feed grass to the animals.













Then it was out to O'Keefe Ranch where we got to fight over who went on this horse, take the tour of the Mansion (with Norbert's social commentary added in to the usual tour guide fare - very interesting), learn about Victorian life, see the baby lambs and the many kinds of chickens, goats, sheep, geese and turkeys, check out the old school house and the Schubert house and buy 'old fashioned' candy at the post office/general store. Mary loved the animals the most. Here she is feeding hay to a momma sheep with two wee lambs, born only days before.

Saturday ended here:
two little blondies flaked on the couch after all that activity.

And to be honest, this is what my living room looked like by the end off the day and that was after spending the day away from home...

Sunday:
Sunday afternoons were time to spend with Uncle Dean. He and Rhiannon took the older three kids along on one of their favourite warm weather activities - clay play. Vernon is rich in clay spots. Just down the railroad tracks from us is a pool of oozing clay that he and Rhiannon love to go in. The kids just jumped right in. They were very proud of how covered in clay they were.... clean up took hours... and that yellow shirt will never be yellow again... Uncle Dean and Caleb came back early and got Caleb cleaned up so he missed the picture. Auntie and Gabriel went for a walk down the road, instead. It took two baths each to get all that mud truly out of their hair and from behind their ears... They look pretty happy though, don't they?

Gabriel loved my dress up box. Several of these dresses (now too small for Rhiannon) went home with him and Mary.

Yes, that's right. They went home. It is so quiet here right now, it is eerie...

Future Band of Cousins?

Things cousins do sitting in a hot backseat driving out to Davison Orchard down main street and passing lots of banks.... perfected on the drive out to O'Keefe Ranch


Thinking up names for this band of cousins... MRC? Mercy? BMO?

Tales from the Edge

Yesterday:

Taking the bus downtown to get Madelaine's hair cut at Styles On Mane. We left with only 15 minutes to catch the bus. Aleous (the beagle we are babysitting) follows us down the driveway. I run him back to the house with strict instructions to not let him out!!! So now we are running behind so we go down the railroad tracks which is a bit difficult with Gabe in a stroller. He has to get out and walk. He doesn't want to. Mary also wants to go in the stroller which I am carrying. We are hustling. Mary and Gabe need to be hurried up.

A train comes. This is only the second time in 14 years of walking on these tracks that I have met a train. We hurry ahead and get off the tracks at a flat spot. This flat spot, it turns out, has dead thistles that have been cut down from last year. Mary and Gabe get prickles in their feet because they are only wearing clogs. Although we are more than 30 feet from the train, it scares Gabe and Mary so along with the prickles in their feet, they are crying from fear. The train passes and we continue down the tracks, Mary and Gabe still crying about the prickles but we can't stop and continue to hurry. I can't carry anyone because I am carrying the stroller. We make it to the bus stop. I sit on the ground and pull out all prickles. The bus arrives. The children get on. We are so relieved to have made it to the bus (the week before we watched the bus go by).

With my foot raised to get on the bus, out of the corner of my eye, I see Aleous, nose to the ground. He has tracked us.

The children get off the bus. We walk back home and call a cab.

We wait for the cab a the end of the driveway. And we wait for the cab. And we wait. We walk back down the driveway and call the cab company. He will be there shortly. We have now been waiting more than half an hour.

Madelaine is now late for her hair appointment. Luckily it is my friend's shop. She washes and cuts Madelaine's hair between other clients.

Alls well that ends well?

Why I Love Ball

Not many in my circle of friends have their kids in organized sports (and most that do are on my T-Ball team so it is very non-competitive). I have had my kids in fastball for 12 years now. We have had our ups and downs with coaches and team mates and fairness and they whole competition thing and all the other stuff that goes along with a sport like this that is not so positive. Yet we persist. Kaetlyn absolutely loves playing ball. It was my prediction when she threw a carrot across the room while in her high chair. She doesn't buy into hard core competition. She enjoys winning of course if it is because she and her team played well but she doesn't care if she loses, either. Whatever happens, she is usually laughing and happy when she leaves the diamond. And I watch every game I can. For several reasons. Of course I love watching my daughter and I am always amazed by her physical capabilities - her strength and skill. But I also relish the chance to stop what I am doing and just sit outside. No phone to ring, no task to do. Just sit and watch my daughter, chat with people who I have seen on ball diamonds for the last 12 years and be outside.

Sitting in view of this beautiful green hill with cows grazing on the Commonage, watching my amazing daughter do this:
(who despite breaking her ankle last year hasn't hesitated to slide this year... I'm more nervous about it than she is...)




And my younger daughter who has been at these diamonds since she was a toddler and had to wear a bike helmet to protect her from stray foul balls, plays in the cat tails at the edge of the fields with her cousins, trying to catch frogs.


I suppose it is the reason I don't mind so much when she signs up each year and why I am coaching Rhiannon.

Monday

I hope pictures really do say 1000 words! Here is our Monday. A warm morning had us painting on the picnic table.






























And the chicks got a new house built out of the box they arrived in that took several hours of designing. These chicks are becoming so tame. Here is Mary with her favourite - creatively named 'spot-stripe'. She holds her for hours everyday. Here is that wee chick watching "Fly Away Home" with her. Somehow seems appropriate. Now if she could just get it to stop pooping on the beautiful dress....

Saturday

In pictures because who has time to write when they are looking after 7 children?