There are lots of reasons to look up when walking on the Wild Pacific Trail.
The magnificent coastal views.
The splendor of rain forest trees and strange obsession of people with locks.
The danger of looking down is that it might lead to finding this.
There have been multiple reports of wolves out and about. Sightings and howlings at twilight and dusk.
We don’t have a dog, so we’re not normally out then. It’s only the garbage that needs to be taken out at night. The threat there is for bears. They like to hang out near dumpsters for late night snacks. Of garbage, not people.
But the bears haven’t woken up yet. And it’s hubby who takes out the garbage. He can toss bags better and further than me. He runs faster too.
The coffee’s been ground. The sourdough starter’s been started. And my pickled Ham Choy¹ is underway.
Everything’s in place … all the essentials of being home again.
Ucluelet. March 2019
1. A note about Ham Choy. This is less than scrupulous SEO plug. I have this other blog TheSandyFoodChronicles, for which I have a constant, steady and bewildering flow of traffic. It’s not that I post there regularly. In fact, I post there even more infrequently than here. No, the stream of hits is due to set of old posts on Ham Choy.
What’s Ham Choy? It’s a type of sour pickle used in a particular style of Chinese cooking. Apparently, not a lot is written about Ham Choy but a lot people search for it.
I make my own Ham Choy. It’s a mainstay of my pantry and an essential ingredient for making home-style comfort meals. It’s as necessary as … milk in mac n cheese, eggs in omelettes and ketchup on fries. In any case, my kitchen is not complete until I have a jar of Ham Choy on hand.
Years ago when I was a new manager, I was subject to a corporate training event. For an interminably long six hours I had to listen to motivational talks on teamwork and people management.
Full of spunk and youthful impatience I bristled at the truisms taught by our instructor. I thought it a huge waste of time. Adding insult to injury, he made us watch a documentary on the Iditarod race.
What did dog sledding have to do with people management?
Then Joey—one of 14 huskies pulling Petit’s sled—started fighting with another dog on the team. A frustrated Petit yelled at the dog. And then none of the dogs would race any further.
“I yelled at Joey, and everybody heard the yelling, and that doesn’t happen,” Petit told the Iditarod Insider website, according to the Associated Press. “And then they wouldn’t go anymore. Anywhere. So we camped here.”
It only goes to show that some lessons take longer to learn.
YouTube recommended this video to me. They must know I have a taste for music crossed with unconventional but traditional sounds.
Mongolion Folk Rock fits the bill.
If I could, I would be throat-singing this all day.
In case you’re wondering about the lyrics – a commenter explains that
“They are singing from spiritual ancestors view … Mongolia’s main and most historical religion is shamanism and shamanism is about respecting our nature calling the spirits of our ancestors into the shaman’s body They are questioning about why the politicians don’t keep their words. Why Mongolians are being racist to each other because of their bloodline or province. Why the kids are not listening to their parents and elders” – Low Chaze
Universal themes, relevant to people and politics well beyond Mongolia.