the road is full of curves

The travels last week went well.  We went a few different routes so there were new things to see.

And 70 mile an hour plus winds with snow.  We spent the night in Evanston, WY because the snow was coming down, the winds were blowing, and temperatures were falling.  We could have kept driving because Utah has better road maintenance then Wyoming but it was nice to stop.  There was about 8 inches of snow on the car when we left in the morning.  Koda Bear was thrilled!

Up at the Great Grandparents there were days of clear.

And days of rain.  I have the feeling that I will be going up at least once a year to help with pruning and garden clean up soon.  There may be a need in the future and I find gardening brings peace.  Even when I am just the muscle.

But the road is full of curves.  Koda Bear is back with me and my Beloved.  My plans have all changed.  Like I was going to go to California this weekend.  I am not going to have the energy.  Or the time.  I will work on my shop and the garden when it is not flooded.  The Bear and I will work on maths.  I will get back to the state park I was supposed to stay at though even without the trade show.  The pictures are lovely.  Just a road full of curves.

At my parents, I did have to make bread.  I have not made bread with all purpose white flour and commercial yeast in a long time.  That was an experience.  The flavour was not as developed as I would have liked but, again, the making of the bread brings peace.  The loaf was mostly gone by the end of the night.  My brother gave me crap about the crust being too dark.  But the bread disappeared!

I know could go on diatribe about the nutritional density of grocery store bought bread.  But I will not.  I do think I will need to plan five loaves of bread for each cross country trip or bring my levain so I can bake good bread on the road.  I am going to be looking for local millers and growers soon though.  I feel like I am back in the 60's or 70's and reading a Diet for a Small Planet.  Oh well . . .