Cape Meares, Oregon

On my trip to Oregon last month, I was eager to visit the coast, and chose Cape Meares as the destination for a day trip. Although Cape Meares is best known for its offshore nesting bird colonies, it’s also lovely in the winter. We hiked a short trail from the lighthouse, through old growth, and then toodled on down the coast to Netarts and along the Tillamook River to check out the winter sights.

All of the below photos were taken on my seven-year-old Yashica T4, which I still love and am relying on again during this time of waiting for my Konica to come back from the shop.


Three Arches Rock, from the trail.


Cavity in a tree stump.


Snow on the trail.


Walking between huge old trees.

View of the ocean, from the trail.


Snow-covered moss on a tree trunk.


Trail, on the way back down.


Last view of the ocean, before heading back to the lighthouse.


Beach at Netarts.

Cape Meares, Oregon

dining room

I’d known from the time we moved in that I wanted to paint the dining room two shades of yellow, but it took a long time to find the colors that matched the image I had in my head. In the end, we went with ‘Golden Yellow’ on the upper section, and ‘Bicycle Yellow’ on the bottom half (both from Ralph Lauren, much to my chagrin). We did the actual painting in December, finishing up just in time for our housewarming party on the 17th.


Dining room paint job, upper half complete.

Halfway through the first coat, the upper yellow looked really dark, next to all the white on the other walls. We had some challenges with this paint, as one gallon wasn’t mixed properly, and had little clumps of pigment floating throughout. Rather than taking it back (the choice I will definitely make in the future), we mixed the two gallons together and then smoothed, smeared, and picked out with toothpicks the clumps of pigment as they appeared on the roller and walls. As a result, we suspect that the walls are lighter than, and not a true match with, the intended color. We like it this way, though, so it worked out well.


Dining room paint job, front corner.


Dining room paint job, door to kitchen.

Particularly when I was just starting to paint the lower section, the yellow looked really brassy, and notably more green, compared to the yellow on the upper part of the room. Again, it looked the worst when I’d only edged it; once the third coat went on, it looked pretty good. We’re used to it now, and of course much of it is blocked from view by furniture, a ficus tree, and paintings. Nonetheless, it’s still quite bright, and it’s lovely in the morning with the sun coming in that side of the house.

Completing this room has had the unforeseen effect of making the rest of the house look very dull. I’ll get to work painting the living room just as soon as I pick a color.

dining room

6th coffee date : blondies

This week we made blondies (p. 218), a cookie bar that I’d never made and rarely eat. For the 5 ounces of bittersweet chocolate, we used Icelandic chocolate, sold as part of the ‘sustainable Iceland’ project (I’m guessing that means ‘helping Iceland have an economy so it can sustain its existence as a nation’ and not necessarily a particularly environmental goal). I’m glad I picked it, because it sure was tasty.

Blondies, I’ve discovered, are made by spreading chocolate chip cookie dough in a jelly roll pan, baking, and then cutting into bars. The recipe admonishes, ‘Do not overbake!’ Well, we slightly overbaked them (if my partner keeps picking bar cookies, a possibility that never crossed my mind before embarking on this project, I’m thinking we would do well to invest in a standard sized jelly roll pan to replace our slightly too-large one). And then let them cool overnight, erroneously putting them in the category of brownies and lemon bars, which the book recommends leaving to cool overnight. It being the dead of winter, and our house being only slightly more humid than the desert, they were, shall we say, not as chewy as one might like this morning. Still yummy! Just not really that chewy at all.

Besides these user errors, the recipe was pretty standard. Butter, eggs, two kinds of sugar, vanilla, nuts, chocolate. Mix together, spread in a pan, bake. As with the sugar cookies, there was nothing about this recipe that would make me recommend ditching your favorite blondie recipe (if you’re a person who has a favorite blondie recipe distinct from your favorite chocolate chip recipe) and replacing it with this one.

overall ratings:
ease of preparation: 2
match to expectations: 2
“the cookie itself”: 2.5

6th coffee date : blondies

cold weather woes

Having spent so many years in places where winter starts on November 1st, it’s still somewhat shocking to me to have winter come in with a vengeance in February. I’ve already adjusted to the idea that winter is mild, it’s in the 30s, blah blah blah and then, wham! Suddenly my hair is standing on end from static electricity, I’m slathering on body butter like there’s no tomorrow, and I can’t work in the basement for longer than an hour or so without starting to chatter. I’ve taken to wearing my silk long johns in the house, along with slippers and the standard several layers of wool, because (as I’m sure is the case everywhere) natural gas rates are still going up up up. I haven’t quite gotten to the hat stage, but if I had some of those oh-so-punk-rock fingerless gloves, I wouldn’t be above putting them on.

Along with all of this comes the inevitable sinus infection. This year’s isn’t so bad, but it’s dragging and I’d really rather just not have any more head congestion. Enter my nemesis: the Neti pot. I have been (strongly) encouraged by my acupuncturist to use the Neti pot to clear out my sinuses and prevent a lingering low grade infection. And, I have used it before, and it’s not unbearable (8 years of competitive swimming left me with a chronic shoulder injury and the ability to control the flow of air through my nose in pretty much any way you might come up with). It’s just not that fun, and it’s a pretty ignoble endeavor, bending over a sink to pour salt water into your nostril. Yeah. Not to mention kind of messy.

But, in the interest of remaining off of antibiotics, I will get out the little pot, polish it up, and follow the recommendation of the person I pay for such advice.

Right after I put on another sweater.

cold weather woes

too many cops for one block, literally


Block full of cops.

Today I returned, at 4:30pm, from running an errand to discover police cars zooming through my neighborhood, sirens blaring. I figured there had been an accident on the main road (there was, more on this in a minute), but as I turned onto my (dead-end) block, I only got halfway to my house before three cop cars were piled up at the intersection behind me. Cops jumped out to stop, question, handcuff, and plunk in the back of one of the (now four) Hyattsville PD cruisers, a kid who had been just minutes before walking down the other side of the street talking on his cell phone.

By the time I got to my house (in the middle of the block), four more cruisers had zoomed down to the cul de sac (P.G. County, Maryland / National Capitol Park Police, Riverdale Park, and our own University Park unit), and had two more people sitting on the sidewalk. They were shortly joined by four more Riverdale Park cars (2 of them canine units, leading me to believe they were looking for dealers in the park at the end of our block) and our town police chief (arriving in a plain white sedan). At this point, the 11 cop cars from 5 jurisdictions (something I got used to seeing in DC, but didn’t expect to find out here in the ‘burbs) were completely filling the street, sandwiched in around the handful of resident cars parked on the block.

The cops didn’t seem to be doing much more than milling around; no guns were out, no megaphones were squawking, no hordes of people were being frog-marched from the park. So, I made myself dinner, and when I looked outside again around 5:05pm, there had appeared in front of my house an ambulance (thank you, Hyattsville volunteer FD), a tow-truck pulling a smashed car, and an also-smashed black pickup truck. Bearing in mind that I live on a dead-end street, I was at this point dying to know what the heck was going on, and also convinced that no one would believe me unless I documented the scene (which I did, although only on film, as my digital camera is still broken; otherwise, I’d be sharing the photos now). Once outside, I finally got the story from a guy walking back up the block, who was not a cop, and who seemed only too happy to tell me what was going on.

What was going on: a car had been jacked (I’m guessing in the park over in Riverdale, since the park police were the jurisdiction farthest from us), driven away with the owner still inside (through Riverdale Park and Hyattsville, no doubt ‘at high speed’), and had slammed into another car (at the major intersection on the corner of our town, 2 blocks away from my house), driving that car up onto the side of the road (most likely the smashee being the car on the tow truck, and the smasher being the black pickup).

The carjackers then made the strategic error of turning into our town in an attempt to get away. Any taxi driver who’s dropped off in here, or any college student trying to get back to campus from Target, could have told them this was a doomed choice. Finding themselves in a morass of dead-end blocks, they ditched the car a couple of blocks down from ours (leaving the owner with it), and ‘fled on foot’ through the park, ending up at the end of our block where they were stopped and held until the owners of the two cars could come over and identify them. The guy who told me all this was the husband of the woman in the smashed car, who lives on the block behind us (more data to support the assertion that most accidents happen within a mile of home, as she was only 2 blocks from her house when she was run off the road). By 5:20pm, all the cop cars had driven off (one by one, carefully extricating themselves from the wedge formation they had created on the block).

My timing couldn’t have been better on this, in terms of getting to see most of the action but not getting hit by either carjackers or police officers zooming around my block like maniacs. When I passed the intersection, I figured there had been an accident as I saw a car at the side of the road (the smashee, as it turns out) and a cop car with lights flashing. Not 10 minutes later, there was the full pile-up on our street.

I can’t wait to read the write-up for this in next month’s town newsletter.

too many cops for one block, literally