Eggs and Riding

Greetings Earthlings!  How are your various summers progressing?  We are back, firmly ensconced in the GPNW.  While it is warm and somewhat humid here, we are not under the heat dome the rest of the country endures.  Happy we are about that.

And now, for this week's cooking tip.  I really like boiled eggs, almost as much as I hate peeling them.  It doesn't matter what I do, what technique, what additive in the water, my boiled eggs end up looking like pock marked victims of savage attacks because they will not peel.  Some of them make me so angry they go in the trash.  How sad is that?  Now, life is better.  Take your recalcitrant egg, and using a serrated knife, firmly cut it in half along its length.

Then, take a spoon and extract the boiled egg much as one would do with an avocado half.  Life is better now.  There may be an errant piece of shell, but I'd rather pick those up than try to peel another boiled egg.

When not struggling with breakfast, we've been riding out in the Carnation Valley.  This is the site of the former golf course that was saved from the developers.  I guess this is an improvement.  The impressive allee of trees has been cut down, so as not to shade the corn.  I miss the trees.

Those two big brown piles in the back are what is left of the trees.

On a different day, we upped the mileage and did a whopping 30 miles.  It was enough.  The peripheral body parts are still complaining bitterly about being back on a bicycle.  This is the always lovely Sikes Lake.

One of the flower fields that provides bouquets for the tourists at Pike Place Market.

Another ride was the route around Lake Sammamish.  The jury is still out on that.  There are a lot of cars, they make us jangly what with all of the noise.  The advantage is that we can ride from the RV.  It was a clear enough day for the mountain to be out.

Reservists on their way to the Yakima Training Center.  These guys have a long drive ahead of them on top of their Stryker vehicles.

Today we took the mountain bikes out on a local ride.  It's a non-technical rolling hill ride through the woods.  It's hard to see, but that is a stream flowing through a tiny creek bed.  The camera does not handle water, light and shade all at the same time very well.

It was a good ride and a pleasant day.  Jim has had yet another pesky birthday.  He is now into his seventieth year.   It's always amazing to me that we got this old.