<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413012489833069444</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2020 10:36:49 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Travel</category><category>Day to day</category><category>Commentary</category><category>Teaching</category><category>Family</category><category>Health</category><category>Autobiographical</category><category>Marriage</category><category>Housewifery</category><category>Blogging</category><category>Faith</category><category>Quilting</category><category>Quirks</category><category>Moving</category><category>Pets</category><category>Death</category><category>Californian in the 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life</description><link>http://mrsnoodles.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (LynnDel)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1497</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413012489833069444.post-5549412419672662453</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Apr 2016 14:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-04-14T07:18:19.045-07:00</atom:updated><title>What do you like about writing?</title><atom:summary type="text">One-Minute Writer prompt

Writing gives me a chance to say what I want to say without interruption. When I am finished writing what I want to say, I can edit it before the words are ever seen by someone else. If the words come out in the wrong order, as they do when I speak, no one will ever know -- unless my editing is faulty!</atom:summary><link>http://mrsnoodles.blogspot.com/2016/04/what-do-you-like-about-writing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LynnDel)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413012489833069444.post-4636430877374113894</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2015 02:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-12-19T18:48:57.802-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kindle</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><title>You ask, I answer</title><atom:summary type="text">So what, you ask, brings you back to your blog after all these years?

Thank you for asking.

A bit of self analysis brings up a plausible answer: It turns out that I need a distraction. I&#39;ve decided to publish on Kindle, and that being the case, I need something to distract me from getting that self-set goal accomplished. I am my own nemesis.

I&#39;ve been putting this book together for </atom:summary><link>http://mrsnoodles.blogspot.com/2015/12/you-ask-i-answer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LynnDel)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413012489833069444.post-4134596459923275755</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2015 00:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-12-19T16:50:43.617-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Speed Hump was a big one</title><atom:summary type="text">I see it&#39;s been a good 3.5 years since I last posted. Life, the big 
Speed Hump (Colorado terminology, apparently) seemed to intervene. Many 
changes happened. Facebook took up time, since I got a lot more 
interaction there, and interaction is addicting.

Excuses for not posting, all of which are true and time-consuming:
1. I remodeled my house.
2. I rented it out.
3. I remodeled my parents&#39; </atom:summary><link>http://mrsnoodles.blogspot.com/2015/12/the-speed-hump-was-big-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LynnDel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BY7os9FOCIo/VnX7A4WQ64I/AAAAAAAAEkg/syQ7F8zGBWk/s72-c/speed-sign.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413012489833069444.post-4780117892351508158</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Jul 2012 20:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-07-15T13:48:30.186-07:00</atom:updated><title>Alek</title><atom:summary type="text">Aleksandr Dropov, the aforesaid cat, is acting strangely. More strange than usual, that is. He still attacks people at odd times, sinking in teeth or claws or both, usually into a forearm. He still LOVES to have his head scratched, but his personality seems altered, otherwise.

I left him in good spirits on my trip to Utah about a month ago, and was gone for a week. When I came back, Alek was no </atom:summary><link>http://mrsnoodles.blogspot.com/2012/07/alek.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LynnDel)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413012489833069444.post-9014576776807449900</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2012 19:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-21T11:21:08.920-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pets</category><title>Alek the cat</title><atom:summary type="text">

Aleksandr Dropov, ready for action

If Alek looks like he could be dangerous at times, it is because he is. Last week he didn&#39;t put up too much of a fight when, with help, I dosed him with worm medicine. He was wrapped tightly in a towel, his jaws held open, and I poked a peanut-butter-and-pill-laden finger down his throat. The peanut butter held the pill on my finger. He&#39;ll probably hate </atom:summary><link>http://mrsnoodles.blogspot.com/2012/02/alek-cat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LynnDel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oc_M8zVEbjI/T0PpBhNhRKI/AAAAAAAAED4/qKX_lGK0yJA/s72-c/alek.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413012489833069444.post-4751892338479474290</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Sep 2011 04:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-09T21:48:40.632-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Commentary</category><title>I am there - twin towers</title><atom:summary type="text">Note, ten years later: When it happened, we who were far away from the event were primarily numbed. It shocked, angered, and saddened us, but it hadn&#39;t at that point touched us personally, not yet. But time has passed, and now that the whole scenario is being replayed on the news, it brings a rush of tears to my eyes, a sense of deep mourning that I did not experience in this way ten years ago. </atom:summary><link>http://mrsnoodles.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-am-there-twin-towers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LynnDel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gdP6XRyP_Os/TmrlLObDepI/AAAAAAAAEBs/NxGshUGmZYk/s72-c/wtc2_11_200.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413012489833069444.post-3610091161717928835</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Jul 2011 13:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-23T06:44:32.644-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pets</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thunder</category><title>Naming a dog</title><atom:summary type="text">Naming a pet has always been difficult for me. There are so many options, none of them sounding exactly right. I received dozens of suggestions for names for my puppy, most of them very good. I liked Gracie, I liked Indigo, I liked Rolly (and I am just now disgruntled with my laptop for somehow automatically disabling my touchpad, so I had to go in and re-enable it, fumbling around since this has</atom:summary><link>http://mrsnoodles.blogspot.com/2011/07/naming-dog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LynnDel)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413012489833069444.post-3071158200887668523</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Jul 2011 01:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-22T18:22:25.135-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pets</category><title>Nap attack</title><atom:summary type="text">

The to-be-named-by-midnight-puppy succumbs to a nap attack
during a strenuous evening of supervising the
Guilty Quilty Girls Quilting Guild &amp; Stitch and Itch Club

</atom:summary><link>http://mrsnoodles.blogspot.com/2011/07/nap-attack.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LynnDel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5plty1YVMc/Tioh2t9q6tI/AAAAAAAAD_o/cbbgLUmnpFw/s72-c/nap.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413012489833069444.post-5966255798399243787</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Jul 2011 22:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-20T15:44:59.900-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pets</category><title>Puppy name contest</title><atom:summary type="text">My adopted puppy needs a name. She is mix: Malamute-Wolf-Mastiff. Some great names have already been suggested. I will probably have to put the ones I like into a hat and do a drawing.
All I really wanted to do was to hold and pet some cute puppies. I should have known better than to make the visit -- I came home with one. Mine is the cute little silver girl standing next to the one dressed in </atom:summary><link>http://mrsnoodles.blogspot.com/2011/07/puppy-name-contest.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LynnDel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7KFf3sCbs_k/TidW1Vug6MI/AAAAAAAAD_g/3zdGOMCErag/s72-c/litter.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413012489833069444.post-1560955627525618854</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jul 2011 00:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-02T18:00:53.343-07:00</atom:updated><title>Theory on accents</title><atom:summary type="text">Here&#39;s a shortie:

Heat and cold have an influence on accents, I am convinced. The slow-drawled vowels of the hot and humid US south have a purpose, releasing heat from the lungs and cooling the body - a kind of built-in swamp cooler. Canadians, on the other hand, chop out their words, clipping their vowels as short as possible. In this way they prevent frost-bite of the larynx and other vital </atom:summary><link>http://mrsnoodles.blogspot.com/2011/07/theory-on-accents.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LynnDel)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413012489833069444.post-3656462305091504479</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Jun 2011 05:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-23T22:42:27.040-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Generosity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Strangers</category><title>Free cherries!</title><atom:summary type="text">Every so often, the generosity of complete strangers astounds me. As I drove into the grocery store parking lot today, I noticed six Mexican ladies, all wearing flowery aprons, getting out of a van carrying small cardboard boxes of various sizes, each heaped with dark red cherries. 
&quot;Where did they get those cherries?&quot; I asked aloud. &quot;I want to ask them!&quot;
I was about to drive by, when my </atom:summary><link>http://mrsnoodles.blogspot.com/2011/06/free-cherries.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LynnDel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UT8kS8VI9mY/TgQeS--enEI/AAAAAAAAD-c/TZa5-LZe6B8/s72-c/cherries.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413012489833069444.post-1576279019537578673</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Jun 2011 18:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-21T11:29:33.759-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fruit</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Garden</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jam</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pets</category><title>Hot things to do</title><atom:summary type="text">In the winter I have a variety of indoor activities that I do in order to avoid the cold and wet. Likewise in summer - to avoid the heat. The rest of the time I would really rather be outdoors -- or in my studio without having to run the heat or air conditioning in that large space just for the comfort of one person, me.

One of the upcoming activities, perhaps during today&#39;s heat, will be to </atom:summary><link>http://mrsnoodles.blogspot.com/2011/06/hot-things-to-do.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LynnDel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Hde8D9B5A4/TgDiwFzeStI/AAAAAAAAD-A/P8E9JRa6JmA/s72-c/alekstretch.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413012489833069444.post-5634035470266064395</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jun 2011 01:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-21T10:53:42.190-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><title>Blessings of my father</title><atom:summary type="text">

One of the blessings of my father is Mom - and his great love for her.
My experience with my father may be somewhat rare these days. I thought of this today, when our pastor talked about the blessing that Jacob gave to the sons of Joseph, saying that our culture has lost something in our family life, in our omission of the opportunity to bless to our children.

But I was blessed, very much as </atom:summary><link>http://mrsnoodles.blogspot.com/2011/06/blessings-of-my-father.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LynnDel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gv0KE0yFw0w/Tf1W4iaJxiI/AAAAAAAAD9w/DxBo2RFYfQg/s72-c/momdadboulder.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413012489833069444.post-2753375297884389653</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Apr 2011 17:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-19T10:51:33.116-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gardening</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gopher</category><title>Gophers in the April garden</title><atom:summary type="text">
As beautiful as my California poppies are this time of year, underneath hides an awful secret: gophers.

Gophers have always been a problem in my garden. The first year here they tunneled through my row of soybeans and demolished every single plant. Soybean roots must be irresistible to them; they do it every time. Last year they discovered my red onions. I can&#39;t tell you how many times I went </atom:summary><link>http://mrsnoodles.blogspot.com/2011/04/gophers-in-april-garden.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LynnDel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnR4VGm3Ank/Ta3G8t2sWXI/AAAAAAAAD8U/2tZGDdMvG0U/s72-c/Poppies.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413012489833069444.post-8448280517823862186</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2011 03:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-14T20:05:24.266-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Boating</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Furlock</category><title>A cool afternoon</title><atom:summary type="text">
&quot;Want to go out on the lake?&quot; asked my friend with the boat. Um, yeah! 
The day looks sunny and warm, but it was actually about 60 degrees, so quite cold when we were going fast, but most of the day we sat and enjoyed the water - higher than usual - and the grass - greener than usual.
I watched my companions skewer worms onto hooks and try to catch fish, but it was either too late or too early </atom:summary><link>http://mrsnoodles.blogspot.com/2011/04/cool-afternoon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LynnDel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mDL-I4mORIM/TaeyyuqadQI/AAAAAAAAD78/d9nc-IFBaT8/s72-c/LDBoat.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413012489833069444.post-3402466273454860424</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Apr 2011 14:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-05T07:40:17.013-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blogging</category><title>Home again</title><atom:summary type="text">A short weekend away from home, a dropped phone which resulted in its demise before the end of my contract -- and a replacement phone, have all combined to make blogging via phone easier. Yes, indeedy, I found an app. This is intro. Time for breakfast. More later!Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8</atom:summary><link>http://mrsnoodles.blogspot.com/2011/04/home-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LynnDel)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413012489833069444.post-1609907761237954153</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Dec 2010 17:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-17T09:59:15.389-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Death</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gratitude</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><title>Basso profundo</title><atom:summary type="text">Yesterday, in an effort to revive my long-unused phone message machine, I determined the microcassettes in the machine were not functional, and therefore decided to replace them with other microcassettes I had in storage.  Those didn&#39;t work either (I think the machine must be dead), but in the process I noticed they were not blank tapes.  I wondered what was on them.

I replaced the batteries in </atom:summary><link>http://mrsnoodles.blogspot.com/2010/12/basso-profundo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LynnDel)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413012489833069444.post-1536861469989246270</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Dec 2010 04:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-14T20:18:56.232-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Creek</category><title>&quot;Special Weather Statement&quot;</title><atom:summary type="text">A LARGE WEATHER SYSTEM DROPPING OUT OF THE GULF OF ALASKA WILL BRING RAIN... WIND AND LARGE AMOUNTS OF MOUNTAIN SNOW TO NORTHERN CALIFORNIA FRIDAY THROUGH THE WEEKEND AND INTO NEXT WEEK

The creek will be up five feet on Saturday (woohoo!), so the National Weather Service site predicts. It&#39;s good to have water in the creek again, after all these months of the dry creek bed serving as a highway </atom:summary><link>http://mrsnoodles.blogspot.com/2010/12/special-weather-statement.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LynnDel)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413012489833069444.post-7984608315716965763</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Dec 2010 01:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-13T17:10:53.483-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nevada City</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Victorian Days</category><title>Victorian Days at Nevada City</title><atom:summary type="text">
Nevada City, for those who can&#39;t guess by the name, is located in California.  Surprise!  Beautiful weather beckoned crowds to enjoy strolling the streets of the town, many in period dress.  Food and crafts were available in many booths, and bathroom facilities were available for those willing to stand in line for awhile.  Otherwise, you had to stand in line unwillingly.


Nevada City is a </atom:summary><link>http://mrsnoodles.blogspot.com/2010/12/victorian-days-at-nevada-city.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LynnDel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCvu-DiIe2g/TQbAJvDKRhI/AAAAAAAAD6U/TsXoQD4cLWw/s72-c/Victoriansign.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413012489833069444.post-4234658140460641066</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Dec 2010 16:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-09T09:05:42.428-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Day to day</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Quirks</category><title>Gloovy blob</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;ve probably mentioned this before, but &quot;gloovy&quot; is a term invented by my dad, the word inventor, for describing things that are icky sticky.

So there I was yesterday, shopping in Fair Oaks, dodging the town roosters that strut the streets as if they own the place, which they do.  The only available parking spot I found was under a tree, so I took it and went into the quilt shop, my mission a </atom:summary><link>http://mrsnoodles.blogspot.com/2010/12/gloovy-blob.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LynnDel)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413012489833069444.post-753601545949765563</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Nov 2010 16:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-07T09:10:48.543-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gold</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel</category><title>Marshall Gold Discovery State Historic Park</title><atom:summary type="text">
I have lived in this area of California for 30 years and had never taken the opportunity to visit Sutter&#39;s Mill, the site of the discovery of gold in California leading to the 1849 Gold Rush.  The actual spot where gold was found is now a mucky puddle alongside the river, surrounded by willows, reached by following a muddy path and understated signs.


The arrastre was horse or mule-driven, used</atom:summary><link>http://mrsnoodles.blogspot.com/2010/11/marshall-gold-discovery-state-historic.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LynnDel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VCvu-DiIe2g/TP5n_oeWKZI/AAAAAAAAD5M/-SAKPBsXoIM/s72-c/suttermill.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413012489833069444.post-5369132444488027306</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Nov 2010 16:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-07T08:45:17.277-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pinnacles</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel</category><title>Pinnacles National Monument</title><atom:summary type="text">
Someday I will take the time to research why there are National Parks and National Monuments, and what the difference is.  I get the feeling that National Parks have more funding, because the National Monuments I know are wilder and more natural, with fewer visitors.  Pinnacles is about 45 minutes from Hollister, not on a main road to anywhere else.  A few rock climbers were practicing climbing </atom:summary><link>http://mrsnoodles.blogspot.com/2010/11/pinnacles-national-monument.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LynnDel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCvu-DiIe2g/TP5iCHa47dI/AAAAAAAAD44/t8P_xNEl0RI/s72-c/path.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413012489833069444.post-7294078891427343679</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Nov 2010 15:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-07T08:21:46.752-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Monterey</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Redwoods</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Santa Cruz</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel</category><title>Monterey Bay</title><atom:summary type="text">
Apparently my camera lens needed cleaning before I visited Henry Cowell State Park, not far from Santa Cruz on the Monterey Bay.  Photos never do justice to the giant redwoods, the incredible feeling of calm and smallness among the huge trees.  Many of the trees in this park had been harvested years previously, with a circle of large trees growing up around the original stump. 


The Santa Cruz </atom:summary><link>http://mrsnoodles.blogspot.com/2010/11/monterey-bay.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LynnDel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VCvu-DiIe2g/TP5Y_Zn-SpI/AAAAAAAAD4k/dH856zDLFeE/s72-c/bigtree.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413012489833069444.post-8518113475076781763</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Oct 2010 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-07T07:10:23.045-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Arizona</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hoover Dam</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel</category><title>On to Arizona</title><atom:summary type="text">
Standing atop the Hoover Dam provided a view of the scary-looking bridge, opened October 20, the day before this picture was taken. 


How about a little golfing in the desert?  Rabbits and road runners, wild residents of Bullhead City, are quiet onlookers, and balls flying off the course are guarded by cactus.


A storm approaches from the west, darkening the sky, with shafts of sunlight </atom:summary><link>http://mrsnoodles.blogspot.com/2010/12/on-to-arizona.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LynnDel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VCvu-DiIe2g/TP28lX-PscI/AAAAAAAAD4E/XxhKWA1Tp5o/s72-c/hoover.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5413012489833069444.post-491440489692991849</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Oct 2010 03:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-07T07:05:08.428-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Las Vegas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel</category><title>Las Vegas October</title><atom:summary type="text">
This is the Eiffel Tower.  Really.  It&#39;s in Las Vegas.  It&#39;s worth shelling out a few $$ to ride the elevator to the 460-foot-high observation deck to get a panoramic view of the city.


Caesar&#39;s Palace is worth going into, even if you don&#39;t plan on gambling.  With no expense spared, it is a lush city until itself.


The interior gardens and fountains were decorated in an autumn theme, with </atom:summary><link>http://mrsnoodles.blogspot.com/2010/12/las-vegas-october.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (LynnDel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VCvu-DiIe2g/TP220JeV5YI/AAAAAAAAD3o/QE5otm-gOK0/s72-c/eiffel.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>