Wednesday, November 23, 2022

Another uneventful week here at the Hess residence, which I guess is not a bad thing these days if you look what's going on in the world with shootings in Colorado and Virginia and an earthquake in India .. so many more lives lost ..
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and we are very aware that we are the lucky ones .. so far .. something to be thankful for indeed.

Since work is very quiet at the moment, actually pretty much at a standstill at the moment (blame the economy, the interest rates, the stock-market, the war, the mid-terms), James is spending most of his time studying. That is, if he's not golfing of course ..
The weather is cooperating perfectly by changing out rainy (study) days with quite nice (golf) ones, sort of a fifty-fifty balance at the moment.

When he goes 'brain-dead' we usually go for a little hike/walk somewhere and this Sunday we went back to the golf course to hike the northern part of the two trails.

The trail turned out to be rather difficult to find, we didn't see any signs, but we knew sort of where it should be and when I finally managed to find a map when we got back home (because why would you look at that beforehand .. duh) we pretty much got it right.

The first part skirts a pretty and quiet neighborhood but pretty soon you enter a narrow slice of forest alongside the 2th, 3th and 4th fairways of the golf course.
Some of the maple trees were still in their fall-finery ..


The 5th hole has you hit over the dreaded 'ravine', where many a golf ball has been lost .. yes, some of ours as well ..

Golfers and hikers share a bridge that leads you to the green on the other side .. where James spotted a ball he had to retrieve .. who knows it might have been his ..


From there we entered a different neighborhood, appropriately called 'The Greens', and after following the street all the way to the end we arrived at Schaad Park:

A short, one mile trail, starts here at the play ground and zig-zags up the hill to nice views of the valley:

... and then continues left or right to follow a loop through the trees and around a field.

After this little side-trail we continued our way through the streets of this very pretty neighborhood and ended up on the street, the one with the colorful Pin Oaks, which brings you back to the clubhouse of the golf course.

It was a really nice walk again, except for the bad signage, and we think Chehalem Parks and Recs is doing a great job creating and connecting more and more parks with new trails wherever new housing developments are being build.

The last couple of mornings we woke up to heavy fog, always good for a few nice pictures .. that is if you like fog .. which I do.

'My' birds are eating up a storm at the moment, they might have heard about the weather taking a turn next week with 'possible' snow?!

Better fatten up while you can!

Flying to Europe in 3 (!) weeks has triggered me in going through all our clothes for what to bring or not and if I need to buy anything ... I don't think so ..

While I was at it I filled two garbage bags with clothes (and some sheets/towels) we never wear or use anymore. Off to Goodwill they go!

I've completed my pumpkin-puzzle and am halfway another 'fall'-one, this one's called 'Olde Cape Cod'.
The street vendor on the bottom left there is selling 'New England Codfish Balls':

I googled it and found that they were made with salted cod which could be re-hydrated months after drying, making it a critical source of protein in the days before refrigeration and freezing. In fact, it was so popular in Cape Cod it was sometimes referred to as “Cape Cod Turkey.”
For the balls it was soaked and mixed with a little mashed potato and egg, shaped into ball and fried.  Although not nearly as popular today (nor as cheap), salt cod is apparently still readily available at most New England supermarkets.

I'm not sure about salted fish balls but I can do a slice of cobbler any time:


I made this one with raspberries, blackberries and blueberries from our own garden!

Can you say 'delicious'?

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