do...went to the cabin. Uncle Fred, Patrick and Jonat
han met us up there on Friday and David, Leslie, Justin and Tayla joined us the next day. We hiked, we explored, we picked through rocks and also froze and managed to stay dry between the passing showers. We made it all the way up to Captain Mabbutt's cabin and the mine in the side of the 
hill a bit above it. David drove all the way up beyond the mine and found a giant grate set into the ground where the mine had caved in from above. He thought it was strong enough to lay and/or stand on, though the rest of us weren't so sure. We of course had a wonderful relaxing vacation completely off the grid.Then in June my garden really started to take off. The w
arm weather helped the tomatoes to finally look like plants and not stalks with puny leaves on them. The peas continued to climb 
higher and the cucumbers seemed determined not to grow. The corn gets half a foot taller every day. The broccoli decided to grow into ginormous plants with leaves longer than my forearm. Then in the very center one day a baby broccoli appeared. We kept our eyes on it and finally we 
harvested it a couple of days ago, though probably a bit later than we should have cause a few of the flowers started to bloom. Who knew you pretty much only get one broccoli head per plant?? I have definitely wasted too much broccoli in my life. We cut it up today and put it in a teriyaki chicken and pineapple stir-fry. Yum Yum! 
On the third of July we traveled to Wilbur for the internment of my Aunt
Grace, who was actually my grandfather's sister. It would have been her 100th birthday and so we tried to celebrate it as a birthday party even though there were plenty of tears. We got to see a lot of family we don't see very often and made connections with family by marriage we didn't know we had. We also traveled out to the wheat land we own and got to see how very beautiful and prosperous it is looking. Mom bought some air-tight buckets to give to Mitch, the farmer that makes all that gorgeous wheat grow so fantastically, so that she could get some of the wheat when it harvested this fall. I believe that she has now spent so much time in t
he chicken coop communing with her 50 or so chickens that she has decided to live the story of the Little Red Hen. She has been working all summer on making homemade breads and has gotten REALLY good at making it. My taste buds say "Yummmmmmm" while my waistline reaps the majority of the calories. So now that she can bake her bread, she wants to grind the wheat to make it too. Actually you can't make yeast breads from the soft wheat we grow, you can only make it with hard wheat that contains the glutens. Instead we will probably throw ourselves into the world of pasta making....I am pretty much in heaven. I LOVE pasta and soon we will have bunches of tomatoes to make wonderful sauces. Geeze, I am turning into a real foodie. And I am also going to have to start a serious exercise plan...
