October Adventures

Fall in Virginia is a good time. The leaves can't touch those in northern New England, but they look nice all the same, the nights are cool and the days are warm...or mostly...but we'll get to that in a minute. It seems we've spent the better part of our October weekends exploring the western half of the Commonwealth--I'm beginning to think it is actually the better half. Needless to say, our outdoor monkeys have been happy to go along for the ride, even if saltiness was at a minimum.

Our first trip was to Sherando Lake a few weeks ago. We were excited to test run our plush new car-camping abode, the REI Kingdom, aka "The Kingdome." It did not disappoint--but geez, those big tents just aren't very warm!

We did a scenic and aptly-named hike called Cold Mountain while "out that way." The top is managed as a meadow, so the views were lovely to the east and west and the animals got to run, run, run. We hardly saw any other people, which was also pretty cool.

On the ride back to camp, we decided to use our portable electronic device to check-in on the weather forecast, as it was now cold AND rainy, and The Kingdome was still on its maiden voyage, with its weatherliness (is that a word?) untested. "Well, the good news is that it does not appear to be raining at the campground. The bad news is that it appears to be snowing just west of us." Awesome. The dress was going to have to make way for the stretchy pants and all the fleece I could muster, seeing as how I left all the down puffy clothes at home. Needless to say, we survived; although, we did opt for a hasty morning retreat to one of Charlottesville's finer breakfast locales over bacon and eggs in the 38 degree pouring rain. One trip down, The Kingdome survived the deluge and kept us mostly warm and dry, and we did a nice hike and ate some very tasty grub.

We took a week off from western exploration in favor of staying local and hosting our visiting friend NPK. After some Colonial meandering, the two of us hopped on the bikes and headed to Jamestown to find out what really did go on there (to think that we've lived here for almost 3 years and I am finally getting around to checking it out is, well, maybe testament to how I feel about these historical pursuits--but, to prove I am interested, I am forcing myself to read a book about the James River and its history...it could take all year). Anyway, it was interesting, but the awesome dinner we all cooked and the beer and wine we drank and the backyard fire-pit chatting was more so. Some things aren't easily changed.

A week later, one of us was off being tough while running the Tough Mudder at Wintergreen (he IS tough!). The rest of us stayed local and headed for some outdoor wanderings at York River State Park. This place always seems deserted, but has great trails and good over-the-river and through-the-woods walking. My muddy friends seemed thrilled with the prospect of baths...or maybe they just didn't understand the implications of covering themselves in mud and rolling in dead things, but they did plenty of both. The Marlownator also discovered the hazards of walking through salt marshes--he created a giant muddy splash in the random channel that snuck up on him as he bounded through the Spartina grasses. Good fun.

And that brings us to the end of the month and our most recent exploits. Several months ago in a fit of needing to "get out," I booked the only available campsite for the only available dates at Douthat State Park in the very western part of the state. A friend of ours is from Bath County and we have heard how beautiful it is and I was eager to check it out for myself. Plus, the end of October promised nice weather and beautiful leaves. Well, we got one part of that right.

After a long drive, we got into the campground kind of late, with just enough daylight to set up The Kingdome, walk the dogs a bit, and cook up some dinner. The trouble was that, right after we crossed the Blue Ridge Parkway, it started snowing and we watched the temperature plummet from 55 to 31 degrees over the next hour and 50 miles. Yikes. Getting out of the car was not all that fun, but we were highly efficient in camp set-up, ate some food, and snuggled into our, thankfully, very high quality and very warm sleeping bags! The precipitation that hit the tent all night ranged from rain to snow and everything in between, but not being that enthusiastic about freezing my ass off, I decided not to even peek out until 6:30 when the dogs decided they were ready for the day. I opened the tent and saw snow on the ground and a lot of steam rising off the lake (unfortunately, I forgot the camera and I am not all that dazzled by the iPhone's photographic ability).

The Kingdome had withstood the snow load (it rolled off nicely all night long) and we had stayed toasty warm, especially with our two furry friends nestled among us. After a quick morning romp, even the dogs decided that maybe another hour in the warm confines of the down-laden Kingdome was the best option. Someone wasted no time finding the one vacant sleeping bag. She is cunning.

We stalled a bit, decided that we were not above, yet-again, skipping the Coleman stove breakfast in favor of the hot one the park restaurant could provide, and headed out. The food was simple, cheap, and the staff very willing to throw us a warm-beverage bone by filling up two thermoses and a travel mug--we liked that and left probably the largest breakfast tip ever, but full thermoses were worth it! By the time we finished up, the clouds were breaking and we had decided not to abandon our 7-mile hike up Beards Mountain, so went back to the campsite to pack our bag, don our boots, and have ourselves a little pre-hike pep rally of sorts.

It was a bit of a snowy walk, but nothing we weren't prepared to handle. In fact, it was beautiful, and as the sky continued to clear, we got some beautiful territorial views, made all the more scenic by the layer of snow blanketing them--and then it melted and the golden hues of fall took over. And in 7.1 miles, we saw one other group of people. Nice! This meant plenty of running for the furry friends, who are learning to be good trail citizens and have been practicing their "check-in" and "stay-close" commands, despite the lack of fellow travelers. They were in heaven, and didn't even mind being pelted by the occasional snowball. The fog rolled in and out, but all in all, it was turning out to be a nice day, albeit about 20 degrees cooler than we figured for this time of year! And the hills got the blood flowing and cold was no longer really a problem--funny how that works! The trails are very well maintained, so props to the park staff for that!

On the way back to the campsite, we stopped at park headquarters for some more "sticks," having burned through a few the night before and sensing that some warmth may be a good thing, as Martha says. 

Besides the camp site fee, the $5.25 per dog per day pet fee (WTF?!!!), and the $4-for-10-sticks firewood fee (and they really were "sticks"), I think we single-handedly improved the economy of the Commonwealth (organized camping has its downsides, including the close quarters and manicured lawns of the campground, besides the fees, but I can't say I minded the heated bathrooms for the late night trips on this one!). Next time maybe we'll spring for a cabin--Douthat has many of the original CCC cabins that were built in the 1930s when the park was developed. A true treasure. Too bad we, as a nation, can't undertake that kind of economic development again! The stonework and construction from that time always amazes me whenever I see those projects. 

We enjoyed an afternoon relaxing by the fire, an early dinner (a KS camping favorite of pierogies--only more deluxe as they were accompanied by brats and rotkraut!) and a few hot toddies to cap off the night before snuggling back into our downy cocoon. Another successful adventure in a newly discovered area. Yea, adventures!

Marlowe and the Marlownados

Wow. It's been so long, I've forgotten how to do this.

Where were we...oh, right, who cares?

While the title of this post sounds like a 50s Doo-wop band, it is not. It is merely a description of the most recent atmospheric phenomenon in my life: the wreckage left by a 9 month old puppy, namely, Marlowe (The Marlinator) Acer Nelcinski, DOB: 12/24/2010, date acquired: mid-February 2011.

So, how did this cute, adorable, fuzz-bucket of a beast, become the cause for so much trouble?

Hmmmm...a full set of chompers, puppy-like energy, and apparently a lot of office-supplies and household goods that needed modification. But let's back up.

So, it all began with a puppy cam. Conceptually, we had been discussing a friend for The Salty One for quite some time, especially now that she's subjected to heat more often than not (we are a family of humidity-haters, longing for temperate zones the world over) and she doesn't get to get as salty as she once did. While we all loved long walks on North Beach, they are no more, and we haven't found a suitable replacement--one where dogs can run and people can walk until they pretty much get tired or run out of daylight. So sad. So, there was the puppy cam with an adorable litter of piggy-like fluff-balls and 2 months later our "Dog Conceptual Model" became reality, thanks to a great rescue organization called New Spirit 4 Aussie Rescue. Now the dogs outnumber people (at least in terms of legs).

The Salty One took no shit at first--she really taught The Marlinator a thing or two about being a dog: no chewing shoes, no jumping on furniture, and don't you dare eat my food, you little puppy twit. She was the consummate "helper dog" if ever there was one. But it seems, as of late, she has tired of the enforcement role (after all, she has proved her position as alpha dog), all the while enhancing her position as A#1 playmate (don't tell her we know, but we have seen her egging on The Marlinator on many occasions--she likes to play coy, but we see what's really going on).

This role, understandably, takes a lot of energy.

So, while we made it through 8.5 months with nary an issue, even in the last two months when he was at-large for whole work-days, and we passed two obedience classes with flying colors, our sweet, little guy has decided to bring out his inner devil. Really? Really?

And as a result, we have had one Marlownado after another this week.

First, there was the attack of the orange Post-It notes. While artfully displayed around the living room, it wasn't really clear what he was trying to remind himself of.

Next came the attack of the two-way tape. Unfortunately, no photo evidence was obtained from that event; however, the suspect was quickly apprehended when the investigators noticed several lengths of said tape stuck to various parts of his body (poetic justice?). This event also resulted in the untimely demise of some slippers and the Bose remote control (which I'm sure can be replaced at an insurmountable cost, sticking with the typical Bose M.O.). 

A 45-minute errand led to complete and total destruction of the NY Times sports section. It was as if he was beginning a paper mache project (thanks, Dad) and needed the bits of paper chopped up all nice and bite-sized. Note the irony of the empty dog crate in the background of this picture! Haha...joke's on us.

And, most recently, the up-ending of a handbag resulted in the shredding of several tissues and the destruction of lip balm and hand cream--both of which were seemingly consumed during the process. Should be a fun night.

So, there you have it. After recovering from Hurricane Irene and the resulting dismantling of the refrigerator and freezer due to almost 6 days without power, so thankful to escape the fate of fallen trees and household damage, we are now struck by episodic Marlownados. Methinks the young lad hath earned himself solitary confinement in a dog crate for a few weeks (minimum sentence due to lack of value of the objects destroyed)!

That aside, the fact of the matter is, he is an entertaining, lovable, little guy, with an endearing wonky ear and some limbs and a body he hasn't quite fully grown into yet (will he ever?). He loves all people and seemingly loves other dogs, and most of all, has the same exuberance we so admire in his older sister. He enjoys eating bugs, playing fetch, cuddling up for a nice nap and I'm sure eventually, he too, will like long walks on the beach. Also, like his sister, squirrels just drive him crazy!

Written by request for my #1 Fan.