Wednesday, November 30, 2016

GRK Valley

Carving pumpkins at Parviz's house: Tia and Sasha's idea of funny

On returning to the U.S., we decided not to move back to our modern custom luxury house in Imperial Beach, but instead left it rented and (to my sister’s horror) snuggled up in the Sierra Nevada mountains of California.  


Ponderosa Pine, the most beautiful of the Sierra trees
Shadow Lake in the Desolation Wilderness, just a few miles from our cabin

Our base for this year (at least until August 2017) will be our cabin in GRK Valley (that stands for Grether Rico Kingsbury, the last names of our family and my mom’s two sisters’ families).  Yes, an isolated little cabin miles from nowhere; you have to walk two miles through huge snowdrifts during the winter to reach it. 


Our little house in the big woods

Living at the cabin has been non-stop excitement:  loading 8 cords of wood into the basement so we wouldn’t freeze (a giant granite fireplace is our only source of heat) and cleaning the cabin of dead mice, spiders, and accumulated debris.  


The kitties have been helping with mice removal.  Count to date:  10 carcasses

Also part of the fun: Tia and Sasha learning to drive the Jeep; felling giant oak trees with Daddy so we wouldn’t freeze (some more), learning to drive snowmobiles and tracked 4x4 quads so we could get out in case of emergency; and enjoying the spectacular beauty of the Sierras in the autumn.

Todd the Lumberjack, Master of the Forest



Tia and Sasha help Daddy


Wild turkeys flood my cousin's neighborhood

First snow arrived on November 17th, to our utter delight.  Three days later, when it was supposed to melt and we drive out, it began snowing big-time.  


Catching the first snowflakes of the year

We dashed out for Seattle and Thanksgiving at Aunt Simone’s, cats in tow, only to return a week later to more than TWO FEET of crusty powder.  Cousin Dean saved us by bringing us our Sorrell boots, and we hiked in, the cats caterwauling in their cages the whole 2-hour hike. 


Click here to see the cats being towed in.

Sasha turns into a teenager on November 22nd

The Thanksgiving crew


Seattle skyline on the way to visit the French Killians

The next day the girls and I skied out to pile the groceries into big backpacks (thanks again, Dean!  Our savior).  We skied back into the valley under a fading orange-glow sunset, making good time until the downhill part, where I sped up, tried to sit on my poles to brake, bent the poles and flipped upside-down on my backpack like a giant turtle.  During the 10-minute struggle to get up, I felt the sweat?  Melted snow?  Something trickling down my back.  Could it be…was that the gallon of MILK that broke open???  I skied home soaked through the butt and back with $9-a-gallon organic milk.  Luckily, it wasn’t too far.

Hauling in the groceries

We love being out in the wilderness, the silence so deep and mysterious you can hear it flow over you.  The sheer beauty of the giant trees, the crisp air so fresh you can feel it heal your lungs, and the spring water beating anything a bottle could offer make me thankful for this haven and the foresight my dad, my aunts Heide and Traute, and my uncle Toby had.  

Sugarpine glory on the dirt road down to GRK

My father is especially close to me, as he loved this place above all others.  He would have been tickled by the raccoon that showed up, by the call of the coyotes as they ran through the valley one night, and would have shivered with me when looking at the tracks of a big ol’ bear heading up to the Desolation Wilderness to hibernate.


Bear prints in the Desolation Wilderness

My dad loved the solitude of these mountains

And so it goes.  We are home-schooling the girls, to my absolute delight.  Math with Todd in the morning, then science (cataloguing the plants of the meadow and forest, along with molecular genetics), writing using my mom’s book Writing the Natural Way, and catching up on American and California History (a trip to Sutter’s Mill resulted in a few panned flakes of real gold!).   Let it snow!!!!!


Home schooling made easy

Trading flamenco dresses for ski clothes