Sitting with a cup of coffee. (coffee lovers)

[steve horner]

Yep 1 got four of them from Target. Each holds about half a pot. Great for early weekend mornings before it is light enough to do outside work.

 

[saltandpepper2]

Yep 1 got four of them from Target. Each holds about half a pot. Great for early weekend mornings before it is light enough to do outside work.

How big are they?!? Lol. One pot for me is 12 cups!

 

[steve horner]

Don't know the actual size but.....yes they hold half of a 12 cup pot of coffee.

 

[saltandpepper2]

Don't know the actual size but.....yes they hold half of a 12 cup pot of coffee.

That's impressive, mine only holds four cups. Lol

 

[steve horner]

Sometimes it gets cold by the time I drink it all.......doesn't matter to me.

 

[chickisoup]

Evening everyone

Guess our earlier chatting kind of got me nostalgic. This evening when I went out to tuck the girls in, the mist was rolling up from the river, across the field and giving everything a fairy world appearance as it crept toward the house. The smell of it reminded me of the same smell I used to drink in as I would set on the pasture gate in the early morning watching the mist roll up from the Cumberland River valley at my (great) uncle Champ's small tobacco farm on the side of the Pine mountains. My mom's side of the family were Kentucky "ridgerunners" and my dad's were Michigan dairy farmers on a place just north of Lake Charlevoix . Our house was an old farmhouse on a lake in a small town a few miles west of Pontiac where my dad worked as a master tool and die maker. I spent a couple summers in Kentucky as a young teen helping uncle Champ with the tobacco and I loved the place. You got the drinking water with a dipper from a spring coming out of the side of the hill in front of the house and the wash water from the creek running down the holler out back. Us kids weren't allowed to go too far up the holler behind the house tho because that was where the "cash crop" grew (somebody told me it was the kind that came from the big copper thingy)

I was there the summer they finally ran power up the mountain and somehow Champ managed to get hold of a small black and white tv. The boys (my twin cousins, Rayvel Darwin and Darwin Rayvel, no kidding!!!

It gets worse. Their nicknames were Mumbo and Sambo because one was blond headed and the other had brown hair) made me climb the steep pasture hill with the wire so we could get a picture. Two channels when you could get them that went off the air at dark. I still liked watching the fireflies dance across the yard better anyway.

I have so many crazy, wonderful memories and stories from uncle Champ's place. It's all gone now of course. The place went for taxes after Champ passed away, the kids had long since moved to the city and not looked back. It was another time and another world and I would give almost anything to be able to return just one more time.

 

[tjo804]

That sounds wonderful!

 

[Alaskan]

Wow! Dreamy lovely memories!

 

[casportpony]

Quote: I actually don't know what the withdrawal is for eggs, but I think most people wait two weeks.

-Kathy

 

[perchie.girl]

Ok heres one...

When I was young probably about 18 I was constantly exploring our little valley on horseback. My mare and I were partners by now. Santee has a rich history first as being a Kumeyay campground because the San Diego river forms here... before Santee its a bunch of creeks meandering up into the hills. And the water marks on Mission Gorge prove that during the rainy season Santee was pretty much a giant lake at one time.

Then the Mexicans formed big Cattle ranches that covered most of the hills and valleys that formed El Cajon, Santee, and Miramar. There are still old Adobe shacks up in the hills for men that watch the cattle. During World War II the military used some of those as target practice... Mortor shells used to be found all over the ranges.... Long since swept up...

So now the water is formed into lakes up stream and the remainder of the water that flows through the San Diego river is mostly under ground. It seeps up here and there to give cray fish and frogs a place to stay wet and to keep cattails alive in sheltered places. I used to ride around Padre Dam area which is the start of Mission Gorge... A steep canyon that once was lined with a flume of Terracotta tile and the dam was built to serve water to that flume.... The water was transported from there about five miles to the First mission .... Mission De Alcala 1769

http://www.missionsandiego.org (for what its worth Mission De Alcala is still functioning as a Church not just a touist destination)

Now the dam is just foundation and a few bits of wood... a bit of creek still flows past it... I used to ride across the creek and explore the meadows on the other side. One day we were out early and the fog was still hanging on the mountains like a grey jacket.... I spotted a foot trail and pointed my horse toward it... It meandered up and up and up the grass was getting greener and greener..

Once we slipped into the fog the noise of the world dropped away... Like a memory. I found the canyon getting narrower and narrower as we climbed but I wanted to see the trail to the end. My mare needed to blow every once and a while... Then I noticed the walls openeing up a bit and there were Scrub oak treas and a very small meadow like clearing...

Deep under those trees I could see water seeping out in a stream not more than six inches wide... I went further and had to duck under the trees and was forced to stop. There in front of me was a water trough fed by water coming up out of a pipe... hand made out of concrete about big enough for four or five cows to drink... and at the foot of that trough was a Maiden hair fern growing...

I was stunned even then the earth here was becoming more and more parched... Yet here there was a micro climate perfect for something so delicate as a maiden hair fern. We turned and rode back....

Now I am pretty dang good at finding trails and orienting myself... but I never found it again...

deb