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Wednesday, August 17, 2011

She's got legs...

One of my favorite online friends, Tina, blogs often about loving yourself, just as you are. She is a big proponent of recognizing and being proud of your own strengths, both physically and mentally.

(Check out her blog, Faith, Fitness, Fun!)

Anyway, I have trouble with that. I am just not that great about lifting myself up, but I'm pretty fantastic at cutting myself down. At least, in my head. That dumb little voice is always criticizing.

Lately, I've been pretty mean to my legs.

I have been beating them up, first through the Warrior Dash, where I not only got them all muddy, but I also got some nice rope burns.





Then on a four-day hiking trip.

And then with a muddy swamp walk through lots of black raspberry brambles. (Note to self. Dig that thorn out of knee before it gets infected)



And after all that fun, I look in the mirror and cringe at my "stumpy tree trunk legs."

The other night, I was out talking to a neighbor I don't know very well. I've only spoken to her a few times. We chatted about the walk I had taken in the woods with my family and she looked down and said "You have nice legs!"

I was taken aback. It was such an odd, out-of-the-blue comment. I stammered an "awww, well thank you."

Later, I had to admit to myself that the compliment was nice to receive.

So I've been trying. Over the past few days, I've been trying to be nicer to my legs.

OK, I COULD shave them more often. And use lotion. That would probably be a good way to show my appreciation.

But I've just started trying not to hate on them so much.

I am only 5'4" tall, so I'm never going to have those lanky model legs. I have what I've been given.

Yes, they're kinda short. Yes, they're kinda stumpy. But I've got STRONG legs and they do a lot for me. They let me have tons of fun when I run, hike, ride bikes with my kids, etc. They carried me down the aisle to marry my husband nearly 10 years ago. They take me where I want to go every day.

I am lucky to have them. Some people don't have strong, working legs.

I do.

Therefore... LEGS, I LOVE YOU!

Totally cheeseball post. but whatever. I'm showing myself some love today.

Shameless photo I took of them while reading under the oak tree yesterday with Logan. From this angle, not so bad!

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

North Manitou Island hiking date

I realized I never wrote much about my recent hiking date with my Hubby.

Well, we just... hiked. It was really hot and humid, and we did a lot of bushwhacking and a lot of sweating and some swimming in Lake Michigan to "get clean" and cool off. It was a really nice time, though. We needed some "us" time pretty badly. Thanks to my mom for watching the boys for us.

Here are a few photos. Just a random glimpse into the 4 days, 3 nights we were there.

This is not a random shot of woods. THIS, my friends, is what my husband calls a trail. It WAS a trail... in the 40s. If you look closely, you can see him up ahead, through the trees. He loves to seek out old, overgrown trails out there. We've found some pretty neat stuff doing that.



Some neat old trucks from the logging days, left to rust in peace in the woods near the Stormer camp





Beautiful Lake Michigan views abound while hiking on the island, from up on the cliff to down on the beach





The sunsets on the west wide are nothing short of spectacular





Lake Manitou, a little inland lake on the island



The ruins left behind where the Carlsons once had a place



This is the same Carlson family line that still has a fish shop in Leland's Fishtown



I don't think I've ever been to North Manitou and NOT seen a Petoskey stone



I always find a lot of different-colored beach glass too



This awesome lake view is from a super sacred secret spot on the west side beach



We always end the last day of hiking by climbing to a high point on the island and hiking through the treetops along what we call the Manitou Escarpment. This is the site of an old survey marker from the 1800s.





There are a lot of abandoned houses falling to ruins in the village area of the island. People used to live here. Not anymore.



A neat shot looking in through the window of one of the old houses.



Seagull frenzy on the beach near the ranger station



We had rough seas going back to the mainland, and shared the boat with a bunch of campers from a camp called Tamarack. I have never seen so many seasick people in my life. Hubby and I were inside the boat, but we vacated our seats when a pukefest began. We opted to head out to the bow, where we found more seasick kids sprawled everywhere, moaning and looking green. Not exactly a pleasant way to end the hiking trip. We couldn't wait to get off the boat. The funny thing is, it wasn't THAT bad! We've come back from Manitou on MUCH worse swells. I think their seasickness, for the most part, was "contagious" and mainly mental.



Anyway, that's that. A nice date with my Hubby followed by a little hotel stay with our kiddies at the Ramada in Grayling. That hotel is getting kind of run down, which is sad, because they have a great one-foot kiddie pool and an indoor playground in addition to a deep pool, hot tub, and games. It seems to get a little worse every time we go, which is too bad.









Oh well! We still managed to have fun!

Monday, August 15, 2011

Out back

On a rainy Sunday afternoon, when you've got an hour to wait before the lasagna is done, what do you do to spend the time?

If you're the Johns family, you throw on your hiking boots (or old tennies) and head out back for a woods-and-swamp hike!

Our subdivision has 80 acres of land around it to form kind of a barrier so no one else can develop right on top of us. It's pretty cool. The 14 homeowners here all chip in to pay the property taxes for that land, and it's considered common property. From what I can tell, almost no one that lives here goes back there. That's a shame, because there are some neat woods and a little lake. The guy across the road and his son do go back to the lake, and he recently told me there's some good fishing (bass and pike) back there. We haven't fished yet, but we have been back to check out the lake and spent some time back there sliding on the ice with the kids this past winter.

This was at the lake late last fall.



Anyway, even though it was rainy yesterday, we decided to take a walk in the woods. We had originally planned to go to the lake to see how swampy the approach was, but we ended up running out of time, since dinner was in the oven.

We started out behind our house with the intention of seeing if we could blaze a new trail between our house and the one three doors down, where Logan's buddy Clayton lives. The boys love to play in the woods, but it's so thick back there, we're afraid of them getting lost. We managed to beat down some sort of a trail, but I'm going to go back there with the loppers and snip off some of the black raspberry briars. I'm also going to mark the trail with that colored tape stuff, so the boys don't get misled, because there are a lot of game trails back there, and they just lead right into the swamp.

After we beat our way down to Clayton's house, we cut into the woods where this crabby neighbor guy (not from the sub) has a nasty old permanent campsite set up. It's surrounded by all these blue tarps and it's visible from our neighborhood and from the main road. I hear it's been a bit of an argument over past years. He's got "NO TRESPASSING" signs up all over and the camp looks like someone set up and then just disappeared. There is a tent, hammock, sleeping bags, cookware, silverware, beer bottles and more all just lying around back there. I'm pretty sure the guy leaves it there now just to spite us. I also hear he once caught some neighborhood kids back there and marched them home and had words with the parents because they were trespassing. We've repeatedly warned Logan not to go back there.

But yesterday? We cut through. Hopefully he doesn't read my blog.





And we saw that the guy had even fashioned himself a toilet in the woods. How utterly charming.



We came to the trail that divides his property from ours, and we followed it. There, we found ourselves distracted by these beauties.





After we had our appetizer, we kept going and crossed where the power lines come through. It had been all grown up with bushes but someone came through and cut it down earlier in the year, so now it's all berry briars and wildflowers.



We entered the pretty woods out toward the lake and found the hollow tree we discovered last fall.



It was empty yesterday.



But in the fall there was a raccoon sleeping there when we found it. He wasn't that happy about me sticking my camera in the hole and taking his photo.



Then we followed some game trails



through the swampiness to the spot on the creek bank where all the deer apparently come to drink. Logan was charmed by this mucky little spot. He said he wanted to camp here. I bet he'll revisit this spot over the years, as he gets bigger and is allowed to explore the woods on his own.



After the creek, we just played in the woods for a few. Logan walked on logs and climbed on trees and stuff.







Jordan decided he'd had enough of being carried in the pack on Daddy's back.



So he freed himself from the straps. He wanted me to carry him. I'd have made him walk but silly Mama didn't put shoes on him before we left home, so I ended up carrying him after all.



Then we went home for some nice hot homemade lasagna. It was delicious!

Oh, and we brought home lots of mud, seed cling-ons and mosquito bites.





All in all, it was a good afternoon hike! I just love going out and getting dirty with my men!

Friday, August 12, 2011

Bissell

When we moved back in September, we moved into a house with very light beige carpeting. It's practically white. It looks great, but I immediately knew living in this house with two little boys was going to take its toll on the carpeting. The carpeting is in the living room and master bedroom. The kitchen, dining area and library are hardwood. I decided we were NOT going to be having any drinks or snacks in the living room. (And when I say WE I mean the kids. Hubby and I might have a little snack or a drink out there after the kids go to bed.)

A few months after we moved in, Jordan snuck out there with a cup of chocolate (whole) milk and managed to dump the whole thing on the carpet and my equally light beige glider rocker and glider footstool. Perhaps the cup exploded. I wasn't looking.

Anyway, that incident led to us calling a professional carpet cleaner. It had to be done, and we'd not had the carpets cleaned when we moved in anyway, so it was time.

After the carpet and chair were cleaned, I realized I was going to have to get SOMETHING to clean up little messes, so I did a little research and bought a Bissell Little Green for spots that come up.



It has served me well. I've had to bring it out a number of times, like when Jordan un-diapered himself and peed on Hubby's recliner, or when he took off into the living room after covering himself with yogurt, and then dove hands-and-face-first onto the couch. It's easy and fast. You just plug it in, turn it on and push a button to spray out some cleaning liquid on the offensive spot, then suck it back out with the hose/brush thingy. Voila. I don't think we've had a spot that hasn't come out, including pizza sauce. I think the key is catching them right away. Plus, I'm sure if I dumped a nice glass of Pinot Noir on the carpet, the Bissell might not be able to tackle it. I'm not about to try.

Around that time, I also bought a Bissell Natural Sweep, which is one of those sweepers that you don't plug in. You know, they use 'em in restaurants to get the crumbs. I wanted one so I could do daily maintenance vacuuming in the living room when Jordan is napping, since our Hoover is pretty loud.



However, the second time I used the Natural Sweep, I took it outside to empty the dirt trap and it broke on me! It was totally useless, but I'd already thrown out the box and receipt. I figured I was out of luck, and the thing has been sitting in my closet ever since. That was last fall!

Well, I came across the Natural Sweep the other day and on a whim, I contacted Bissell Customer Service online and told them about it. Almost instantly, I was pow-wowwing with a lady who was asking questions about which part broke. I e-mailed her a photo and she stuck a brand new sweeper in the mail for me that day. I had it just a couple days later.

Why didn't I just ask earlier?

Also, why aren't ALL customer service matters resolved this easily and completely? (Eh, AT&T? DirectTV? Bueller? Bueller? Bueller?)

And that's why I wrote this post. Bissell doesn't know I'm doing it. They didn't pay me or give me free stuff (except for the free replacement they gave me for the broken sweeper). They just did it because apparently that's the way they treat their customers, and for that, they get this. A post telling you that I use Bissell stuff to clean up my boys' messes, that I LIKE the things I've purchased from them, that they have EXCELLENT customer service and that I am highly likely to be a repeat customer.

So there ya go.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Backpacking tacos

I am picky about food when we're backpacking.

Not picky as in I will only eat healthy things or anything like that, but just picky. Choices are somewhat limited when you have to carry everything for your meals on your back for days and cook it on a stove that literally fits in your pocket.

Some people use those just-add-water meal-in-a-bag things. Well, for one thing, they're expensive. For another, they're NASTY. I've only tried a couple, and have never found one I liked.

Other people cook noodle dinners. Lipton ones or just mac n' cheese, etc. This would be the category my husband falls under when he's without me. But just noodles doesn't cut it for me. I want something yummy and filling after a long day of hauling a heavy pack over trails (or non-trails)!

I am not sure how I discovered that I could make legitimate tacos out in the backcountry. Maybe I was experimenting with my dehydrator. Maybe I read something about drying ground beef in one of my backcountry cookbooks (I've never really found much in those books that works for me either. Like I said, Picky).

Anyway, a few years ago, I tried dehydrating some ground beef and making tacos, and ever since then, we've had tacos on every single backpacking trip we've taken.

People are often surprised to learn that you can actually take hamburger hiking, but if you do it right, you can make tacos that almost taste as good as the ones you have at home. Sometimes, they even taste better, because there's just something about having tacos in a wilderness setting after you've been hiking all day. It's neat.

So, just in case anyone who reads this wants to go backpacking and enjoy some super yummy tacos, I thought I'd share my recipe.

The majority of the work is done at home, prepping the meat.

First, you get some lean ground beef. I say lean because you want to try to eliminate as much of the fat as possible, since that would make the meat go bad faster.



Brown it WELL in a pan. Seriously, make sure it's completely cooked. Last thing you want is food poisoning in the backcountry!



After it's browned, put it in a colander and rinse it very well with very hot water. This gets more of the fat off it. Then let it drain in the sink for a bit. You want to get as much water as possible out of it.



After it's drained, lay out some paper towels and spread the meat on it, then put more paper towels on top and pat it so it's even drier.



Then, put it in your dehydrator. I went to the fabric store and bought a remnant of tulle, and cut it into a circle with a hole in the middle so it fits on my dehydrator tray. That keeps the little bits of meat from falling through the holes as it dries.



It only takes a couple hours on the meat setting for the burger to dry completely. After it's dry, let it cool completely, then put it in a bag. You would probably be fine with just a zip-lock style bag, but I take it another step and use my Foodsaver to vacuum seal it, just to keep it fresher. I also add my dry taco seasoning to the meat before I seal it up, just so I don't have an additional packet to take hiking.





Once it's sealed, keep it in the fridge until you go on your trip. It should be good up to a week.

I usually also vacuum seal a chunk of cheddar cheese. Did you know you can keep hard cheese un-refrigerated for a few days and it will be just fine, as long as it's sealed up? It's true! This time, I found a cute little 3-ounce block of pepper jack at the store, so I just took that.



Soft tortillas pack better. If you take hard shells, chances are you'll be eating crumbs. I generally buy one of those taco "kits" that has a pack of tortillas, a pack of seasoning and a pack of salsa.

At camp, an hour or so before dinner, (we do this after we set up camp) put the meat in your pan with a little water to start the re-hydrating process. Don't add too much water! You can always add more later. Otherwise you might end up with taco soup.

before soaking



after soaking



If you're going to be away from camp as the meat soaks, take precautions against critters. We used straps to keep them out and also put things on top of and around the pan while we went to the lake to filter more water.



A photo I took right after we filtered water out of Lake Michigan. It was refreshing! So was the swimming!



When you're ready to cook, you just add a little more water if necessary and heat the meat until it's hot all the way through and no longer crunchy. As the meat's cooking, chop the cheese into pieces.



I make thin slices and then we put them on the tortilla before the meat, then add the meat, and finally, we top it with the salsa.

Voila! Camp tacos!



If you're lucky enough to be hiking where wild leeks (ramps) can be found and you know what to look for, some chopped leeks in your taco meat are delicious.

I picked three, but it was the day AFTER we had tacos.



Instead, we used them in the salmon & pasta salad I made for dinner the next night.

You can also dehydrate chopped bell peppers or onions and mix them in with your ground beef at home. Mmmm...

Be careful to figure out before your trip how much meat you're going to need to feed the hikers in your party, because there are no places to store leftovers at camp. SOMEONE is going to have to finish it, because you don't want to be packing around cooked taco meat for your whole trip. You DO pack out your trash, right? You better!

When you pack your tortillas for the trip, it's a good idea to put them in a gallon-size zip-lock bag. That way, you can keep any leftover shells fresh and have them with peanut butter for breakfast or lunch the next day. I try to make sure we get the 10-pack of tortillas so we can do just that. It's a welcome break from oatmeal for breakfast.

So there you have it, my favorite camping meal!