Today marks 24 years of T-man being alive and we celebrated with a hike in the Blue Mountains in Umatilla National Forest near Dayton, WA, about two hours away from Richland. The birthday gods played in Trevor's favor and our weather, although the pictures don't show it, was a very mild 70ish degrees, sunny, and blue skies, perfect for a day hike. We hiked about seven miles with some pretty steep uphill. Again, I discovered how terribly out of hiking shape I am; Washington has been honest with me, guys. Trevor and I were both badly sunburned (don't tell mom) regardless of wearing sunscreen. My farmer's tan is not to be competed with.
I apologize for the terribly over-edited pictures, I had no choice because I discovered not only was my camera battery dead upon arriving to Washington, but I had also left the charger at home. Good to know I haven't lost my forgetful qualities over the years. Bear with my shitty i-pod pictures until June.
|Herp derp birthday hike|
|I forgot to weave....|
We ended the night with Gladiator and a rhubarb strawberry pie which turned out edible. We used Mom's rhubarb she grew from home and sent with me when I left. I would've liked to use more rhubarb in the recipe but unfortunately 2 cups is all I had. Next time I'd like to do higher ratio of rhubarb to strawberries but the bitterness of the rhubarb still came through. Here's the recipe I used that my awesome roommate from last year, Megan Satterfield, gave to me.
3/4 cup sugar
1/3 cup flour
2 cups rhubarb
3 cups strawberries
1 teaspoon of Cinnamon
1 pre-made pie crust (I suck I know, not home made)
Trevor contributes to the blog, take two (and out writes me in 1/8 of the words):
Serendipitously celebrating circumstantial subsistence. Solicitously swaggering the sweeping slopes of southern state. Semblance of simplicity? No, some sense of surreal survival in spite of silly alliteration.