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The Croatian Flag flying on the battlements The mini-adventure on the Montenegro ferry was fun, so the following day we took another fer...

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Hug-a-Sheep Day

Hug a Sheep!
I missed Spinzilla this year and was sad. I took heart when I read that Robin was celebrating Hug-a-Sheep Day at Meridian Ranch. Woooo hoooo! I was all set to go, but felt a tad run down. Then it dawned on me... what if I only brought me, to Hug-a-Sheep Day, leaving my spinning wheel and such at home? Yes! I was off to Vacaville with bells on my toes (see photo on right).

The day began looking like a storm, was nigh, but at noon, the sky was blue and the spinners, knitters, felters and 'sitter-outers' such as me, were all were sunny.

All the spinners were there with their facinating wheels, working on various cool yarns - cottons, silks, alpaca, Merino and Jacobs' wools. It. Was. Awesome.


pointy bobbin of fairy tale sort
One of the ladies had the coolest mini 'Great Wheel' - see below. Said she won it at a sheep festival. The mini-Great Wheel is plastic and its base is PVC pipes. It spins very fine (thin diameter) yarn, so she is currently using it to spin up some cashmere yarn. She turned the wheel using a little crank handle at it's spoke. This wheel's bobbin is the same as that of the Sleeping Beauty fairy tale. It's near sharp enough to prick one's finger, then take a long nap while waiting for your prince's smooch.

The coolest spinning wheel there today was this tiny wonder
Something else that caught my eye was spinnner Alison's wool vest. She knit it of Jacob Sheep wool. Jacobs are white with spots so yield black, white, and all shades of grey wool. Wish I'd taken a close up photo of her lovely vest. By the by, this is one of the two ladies who gave my chickens new homes a few years ago.

Allison in her cool vest, at her rad spinning wheel 
I took time to meander over to the barn to visit with the huggable Jacob ewes. Stephany, not a ewe, but one of Robin's Farm Club members was on hand to answer questions. Up front, we all know what a Miss Know-it-all I can be - don't you just want to slap me? I thought 'not much anyone can tell me about Jacobs'. Right... inside of 5 minutes Stephanie had given me loads of new information on Jacob sheep. I knew Jacobs are an old breed, but hadn't realized as an 'un-improved' breed, Jacobs being close to their primitive origins means their useful behaviors were never bred out of them. For example, they are still fantastic mothers. In contrast, a highly messed-with-breed, the Merino sheep - are notoriously bad Mothers. A Merino ewe might birth her newborn lamb, then wander off to see how the clover tastes on the other side of the pasture (Lamb? What lamb?).  But a Jacob ewe will birth offspring, but stay put, licking, fussing over and protecting her lamb. She might even be licking her twins or triplets as Jacobs may have more than one lamb. That reminds me, oh, I can't wait for spring and the new lambs!
One, two, three... HUG A SHEEP! 

Thursday, October 27, 2016

Anyone Up for Wandering about in Sacramento's Bowels?

Old Sac's history museum on a sunny day
 For decades I've wanted to take a Sacramento Underground tour. Perhaps I should explain. Back when Sacramento was HQ for the 1849 Gold Rush, the city was raucous, lively and prone to massive flooding. In response, the city fathers (and some Moms) opted to 'raise' the level of the city streets to a level above, rather than below the river levees. The 'raising' took a whopping 16 years to complete. The end result was many buildings had their first floors became basements, and many second floors became first floors. 

Flash forward to 2016. The streets of Old Sacramento, along the Sacramento River, a bustling tourist trap (uh... I meant, place of immense curiosity and shopping opportunity) and much of it remains underground. Annually, in Autumn, various tours of the underground bits of Old Sac are offered to the general public. This was my time to take the tour with friends. 

Pre-tour pic of Jeri & Rick at museum
The original plan was for my friends Jeri, Rick and Nancy to take the night-time underground tour. Unfortunately Nancy had a health issue so had to forgo the treat. The rest of us sashayed down to the waterfront at the History Museum, arriving early and waiting about with a dozen or so other tour participants. As I said, this was a night tour, on a v. rare, ergo rainy night on which I used my sad old iPhone 5 for photos, so many photos are not up to even my normal crap standards, as per picture to left. 


A museum docent let us into the museum briefly prior to the tour so we could be outfitted with receivers and earphones (so we could all clear hear our guide). There was time for a few peeks at the museum's goodies. 
A little Dias de los Muertos - Day of the Dead - display
California Indian artifacts
Once outfitted we went back outside where we met up with our muleskinner/tour guide. He told us the night tours were earmarked for adults who wanted to hear 'adult' tales of the raucous Gold Rush era. I had thought the night tales were for ghost stories. Alas! That, it seems, is another tour for another time. After introductions, instructions and motley deductions we were off to our first stop: Eagle Theater. The theater was the first ever in California. It was built with lumber and canvas sails from boats abandoned by sailors turned gold prospectors.  Yes, it was raining heavily, & yep, this is drought stricken California.
The welcoming lady at the door is the museum docent that greeted us.
We tripped though the theater's bar to the wooden benches in the auditorium. There our boisterous guide told us the tale of the first hanging in Sacramento. Nice story for a dark and dreary evening. As the story progressed he picked tour members to play various roles in his tale. Note the prone guy in the photo below. No one asked him to act out murder of his character, but nonetheless he put on a grand performance, interspersed with his 'deceased' character shouting out comments at humorously opportune moments. 
Prone corpse, not as dead as one might imagine...
To the delight of Jeri and meself , Rick was called up on stage to play a part. He put in a great performance.
Rick, in his staring role as Sacramento townsmen
After the telling of the hanging tale, we returned to the bar in the back where the docent treated us to tiny tumblers of some good old fashioned sarsaparilla - I helped my greedy self to two. 

Our guide now took us to an underground system of tunnels and pillars. I loved how the air was heavy with the scent of soil. Guess this must be what it would feel like to be a mole or a gopher. Oh, except those varmints don't have nice wooden boardwalks to trod on.
Imagine soil scented air and wooden planks beneath one's feet
Entering a gambling den to learn to Gold Rush gambling ways, first hand
A 'Shut the Box' game set just like the ones we got to try out
Now came a fun bit - our guide led us to a room - which as pointed out earlier, was once the first floor of a brick building. There he told us how gamblers would - at prices exorbitant at either yesterday's or today's value - rent spots in saloons where they would entice pigeons - that is 'suckers' - to gamble. The game was 'Shut the Box'. The mark would throw die, then would lower numbered wood tiles to that same total (i.e., if you threw the die and got a 5, you could then flip over a 'five'. Perhaps turning down a
'5', or the '4 and a 1' or just the '2 and the 3'. You continued to throw the dice & lower tiles ALL of the tiles are lowered. Get all the tiles down and you win. That task is far more difficult than you may think. I couldn't stop snickering to myself over the similarity of 'Shut the Box' to 'Shut the Front Door'. Heck, I'm snickering as I type. Oh, and if they'd had the game on sale, the safest bet would be that I'd have bought one! I'm so very happy there were none to buy.

Next, we marched out of those tunnels and over to a different building. 

This underground area was strewn with items that were found in the underground soil were on display, or items from the 1860s were displayed. Other items were put on display to give the 'flavor' of the late 1800s.

Used to be restaurants, barber shops & such when this was street level
A few women started businesses that did quite well. One was an African American lady who not only owned her own building and ran her own business, and invested in insuring her holdings. So when a fire hit and burning her holdings to the ground, her building - unlike many others whose sites were charred - was quickly re-built. Uninsured sites has a much longer wait.
Site of where a women ran her own business - yes, where 'soiled doves' plied their goods



Rick and Jeri examining some choice remnants, goblets,  




bottles, pipes and plates from the gold rush era.










After the tour members enjoyed wandering around the deep diggings, our guide regaled us with several tales - some romantic - others of wealth gained &/or lost.

A view across the 'diggings'
Shoe shine stand
underground archaeological dig set up with grids 



Our tour group was walked down to second street. There, at tour's end, all participants were given a souvenir shot glass. Hum... 'Finest Soiled Doves in Sacramento City'.

How sweet! They prized dirty birdies in old Sacramento.  *wink*


Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Lockrum Isle and Old Dubrovnik

The Croatian Flag flying on the battlements
The mini-adventure on the Montenegro ferry was fun, so the following day we took another ferry ride. Leaving the Villa, once again we walked the gentle mile downhill, now a pleasant daily event. At the bottom of the hill we went through the gates into 'Old Dubrovnik'.
Entrance to 'the old world'













Let me begin here by stating, that for a spot on the famed Dalmatian Coast, old Dubrovnik was remarkably pup-free.

OK. Now that I've got that little joke, which makes me snicker more than necessary, I can tell you more sensible things I found out about Old Dubrovnik which is on the Dalmation Coast, as well as the Adriatic Sea.




Old Dubrovnik is cool, if for no other reason than it was used as an exterior setting for the epic Game of Thrones, most notably for the notorious 'Walk of Shame' as seen below.
SHAME!
When walking the same path, there was far less muck flinging and shite lobbing going on. None really. Rather peaceable. 

Not so much shame as shopkeeping

There was only a lady garbed in white, selling dolls in traditional Croatian dress. I could barely resist buying any of them. Am afraid if I buy one nationally dressed doll, it will lead me to yet another collector's passion, and I've passions enough, thankyouverymuch.
Barely resistible dolls





Yes, thankfully no shaming happened but I did however look upwards, often, in hopes of spotting the Kahleese's famed Dragons zipping past overhead. Alas, nothing zipped pass over me in the ancient corridors of old Dubrovnik other than flights of swifts.








Aw, you bet I identified them. Am I not the Queen Mother of birding? Protector of ABA lists? Queen of Oakes Fair? Khaleesi of the Great Gulag Garden? Mother of Sight Hounds? The Un-thin and Breaker of Diets? Lady of  Waldronstone?

Damn right I am.
and Ancient
The birds were Alpine Swifts. Must say they were every bit as exciting for me as dragons, and far less dangerous. What was my point, where was I?  Yes - Old Dubrovnik is...
And corridor-ed
White bricked
Inspiring




Fodder for the imagination.

I could carry on the theme for another day or two, but Old Dubrovnik is also, and formerly foremost, a sea port on the Adriatic. Taking advantage of such, we purchased ferry tickets and set sail aboard the ferry, over to the Isle of Lockrum. We's been eying Lockrum since spotting it two days ago from the balcony at Villa Odak.
the Ferry port
All aboard the ferry for the short, 15 trip to Lockrum
View from departing ferry
The shores and my B n' B is somewhere up there...

Approaching Lockrum dock
Docking - the pink building is a cute Visitor Center

A'shore, Jo photographing proud peahen with chicks.
Peacocks were brought to Lockrum about 150 years ago
There were also less fanciful paths to roam on foot - no cars on the island

Lockrum was originally a Benedictine Monastery, circa 1023
The monastery was founded after a fire, in the 11th century, burned down most of Dubrovnik. The locals fought back, not with a volunteer fire department, but with a Benedictine Monastery built on the offshore island. The Monastery housed monks for a whopping 800 years. Its buildings & ruins are still mostly standing. 
The Monastery aided by reinforcement for its pillars and buttresses

Bits of the old Monastery are everywhere
Today, Lockrum is arguably known for being one of the sites where Game of Thrones has been filmed, but it also just a great place for escaping to solitude.

Botanical Gardens

We found what Jo was looking for - Lockrum's 'Dead Sea'




The girl went right in for a swim
So while Jo got in her swim laps in for the day, I went exploring.

There were plenty of places to explore. I felt was falling down a rabbit hole. Heck, there were loads of rabbits around, if not holes.  





I'm not fussing - they were a friendly bunch of bunnies.


 




So many bunnies. Something that Lockrum is famous for.










And butterflies weren't scarse.













Was looking for birds though.











Alas - all I got were photos of this admittedly adorable & chatty European Robin. All the other birds flitting about stuck to high in the tree canopies.






When the little buggers did show up, they skulked about in the shadows.   Wicked little birdies - no eBird immortality for you!




Jo and I met back up after a couple of hours not too far from ferry dock. We were a bit hungry and opted for lunch, egged on by this adorable restaurant sandwich board.


The remainder of our day was pretty busy and slightly dizzy.  We wandered around Dubrovnik, looking for a yarn store that if it truly existed, it pulled a Hogwarts on us, disappearing and not-to-be-found. Roaming around netted us views of this lovely bridge.  

Then... confession time here. There was shoe shopping, and mid day ice cream eating. No more said on those issues that were unfortunate to the wallet. After resting up for a while back at the Villa Odak, we returned to Old Dubrovnik and that is a tale for an additional post.