We had a wonderful turkey dinner on Friday. No one gave a hoot it wasn't actually Thanksgiving. In fact, it's nice not having the pressure of celebrating at an exact time, especially when travel is involved.
My kitchen range here runs on propane, which is weird because the furnace and everything else in the house is electric. I'm not complaining-- all cooks prefer gas and this model really throws out the BTU's.
The convection oven made a beautiful brown turkey and the furnace didn't run all day while I was cooking. We've found that the house is also well insulated, much better than our drafty old house in Seattle.
It's actually been warm here by Twisp standards for late November. That saying, the weather has been downright unpleasant. Grey skies with periods of cold rain and drizzle and hardly a peek of sunlight. I've hardly left the house in three days.
The Valley residents are getting antsy for snow and the start of winter sports. Tomorrow will be a wet drive home, which is fine with us. If we come back in December, the world will be white.
The wildlife viewing changed completely with the season. No sign of the turkey family flock, but we watched a big turkey roosting in a tree for hours. He became the afternoon's entertainment. Life is quiet here.
Several bald eagles fly by the window each day. Woodpeckers. An occasional water fowl. No deer herd, but a big, healthy looking buck jumped in the water right in front of the house and swam to the other side. Why does the deer cross the river?
This head cold hit me like a train wreck, but I finally turned a corner and slept well last night. Of course! Now that the holiday weekend is almost over. John is sniffling but hopefully nothing worse than that.
We stayed home, but the kids cut their Christmas tree yesterday in the high mountains. The picture is on the (closed) North Cascades Highway.
Tonight we'll decorate and eat leftover turkey. Back to the big city tomorrow.
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