My friend Patti, who is an outstanding writer in her own right, was kind enough to host a little essay today on her blog where I talk about my story, “Blood and Sweetgrass: This Rez is Mine” from Blood and Tacos #3. I’m grateful she did, because it will get more eyeballs than it would have if I’d just put it here, heh. I’m happy with this particular story, and it was a ridiculous gas to write. I hope you find time to click over and check it out.
Home this week, and, looking out a couple weeks, it looks like I will be home through September. That’s fantastic. I like travel, but when I’m on the road a lot it is very difficult to have any kind of routine. Particularly when it comes to food and exercise. Keeping a healthy diet and workout regimen is a challenge. I do okay, and I’ve gotten better at it this year, but it is still difficult. I like to get out and hike, try and hit grocery stores for produce, etc. But sometimes finding a healthy meal is too much of a challenge, and it’s all too easy to just get a pizza delivered.
Before long my mood suffers. My energy plummets. My attitude goes to hell, and I just don’t feel mentally or creatively sharp. Don’t ever underestimate the power of giving your body the proper fuel! And while there are probably those who would argue that that is all just hype, that it’s all a placebo . . . I don’t even care. Whatever it takes to put some spring back in my step, I’m all for it.
So this morning I went to The Good Food Store and dropped $46 on juicing ingredients. Two big, heavy bags full. I’m not talking about one of those juice cleanse things. I’m just talking about a way to get in a ton of nutrients in one blast, every day, so that anything else is just gravy. I feel like my body has been craving it. And while $46 may sound like a lot of money, when you consider that it is five days worth x2 (a glass a day for Julia and I both), it’s reasonable. That’s ten meals. $4.60 per. That isn’t so bad. Don’t fancy coffee drinks cost that much?
When I got everything sorted and chopped up, then started grinding it through the juicer, the smell was divine. It was as if I’d lit a big stick of “from the garden” incense. My mouth literally started watering. An apple, two grapefruits, a beet the size of a softball, big bundles of kale and chard, topping it off with all the carrots I can fit in . . . deeeeeeelicious. It feels good to be back in the saddle.
Surfer’s Point parking lot, Ventura, CA
Spent a long Labor Day weekend in Yellowstone National Park last weekend. Wish I were still there. Didn’t take a lot of pictures — so much of the park is too overwhelming for photos, in my opinion — but here are a few. As always, click to make bigger!
Fish fear her.
Old Faithful, in repose
Where to Abide in West Yellowstone
Indian Creek, our base of operations
Saw this mighty wapiti bedded down just off the road on our way to Mammoth for supplies on the evening of our arrival. On our way back to our base at Indian Creek Campsite, he was up and around. Impressive animal, indeed. Try and ignore the background noises from the other 10-15 people watching him . . . and wondering if he was a moose, deer, or elk.