Progress

In 1995, this was the best photo we had of Pluto. It’s 16×16 pixels in greyscale, captured by the Hubble Space Telescope, which at the time was the most powerful optical telescope ever built.

Twenty years later, in 2015, the New Horizons space probe took this photo of Pluto.

What’s interesting is how the first photo definitely shows a brighter area slightly right and below center. In the higher-resolution image, that’s clearly the large white area of nitrogen ice.

What’s even more interesting– to me, anyway– is the dramatic progress planetary science has made in those twenty years. There are many ways this metaphor of progress could be applied to daily life. One I like to think of is how we might view someone we don’t really know. Perhaps we meet them and chat for a few minutes, or perhaps we just see their behavior from afar. What we know of them, and the story of their life, is a grainy greyscale 16×16 pixel image. There might be a bright detail, either positive or negative, we latch onto. We might feel like we know them well enough to predict them, admire them, judge them, or condemn them.

But when we take the time to really know them, our understanding and our view of them can change radically. We can see the craters from eons of meteorite impacts. We can see the frozen, inhospitable nitrogen ice. Maybe we can imagine the cold, dark, lonely depths where they’ve been. And we can also see the color and beauty and majesty in them.

Of course we can’t get to know everyone to that degree. It may take twenty years! Yet even knowing that, sometimes I find myself looking at the low-resolution greyscale image I have of someone, and catching myself judging them. I remind myself that everyone has a story, everyone has a reason for being who they are and doing what they’ve done, and it’s unfair and short-sighted of me to think I know even a fraction of it.

Let’s all be a little more forgiving, a little more understanding, a little more caring, and a little more humble. Let’s look for the beauty.

Copper lights

We have lights all around the exterior of the house. They’re quite fancy, but they’re also twenty-two years old and showing their age. After twenty-two winters with snow and ice, and twenty-two summers with the sun beating down, they’re looking a little worn.

The glass broke on a couple of them, and I couldn’t find anything to match it. It wasn’t surprising– after all these years, these lights are certainly not being manufactured any more (not that I could even determine who made them, as there was no label or indication anywhere). I managed to find a couple full lights in a similar style, bought them, and replaced the broken ones.

But then I was left with a quandary: the new ones were not only a slightly different style, but a completely different color. The answer: re-paint everything in a single matching color. Not only would that conceal the mis-matched lights, it would help make everything look a little newer.

Enter four cans of “hammered” copper spray paint, many hours disassembling the twenty-odd lights, laying out the pieces, cleaning them, painting, and then re-installing everything. It was painstaking, but I think the result is nice.

Pepper tells me it’s unlikely anyone will notice, and she’s probably right. But it’s one of those little details on the house that keeps it looking good…

It’s been a hot minute

Our friends Bob and Nancy invited us to join them on a bike ride along the trails on Blacktail Mountain. We agreed, but then realized we haven’t been on our bikes in almost a year! They’ve been sitting quietly in the storage room, mostly because we don’t want to take them out on the highway in front of the house. As it turned out, mine had two flat tires (ugh), and both of them needed a bit of tuning. We got everything sorted and headed out on the trail.

It was a bit chilly, cloudy, and windy when we started, but as we made our way up the trail we all warmed up nicely. “Always start your hike (or ride) cool”, the saying goes. By the time we’d covered maybe ten miles, the clouds were breaking up and it was a gorgeous spring day.

In the photo above, you can see the trail winding down the mountainside in the background. I was surprised there weren’t any other people on the trail, either biking or walking. But hey, no complaints. We enjoyed our ride and eventually stopped for a quick selfie with Bob and Nancy.

Another good day to enjoy the beauty of Montana! Hopefully we can use our bikes a bit more often this year…

Smooth

It’s nice to be able to see Flathead Lake from our front porch. It makes it easy to tell if the water is calm, if the weather looks nice, or if storm clouds are brewing. Today we looked out and the lake looked incredibly calm and still. We slipped into our swimsuits, loaded the jet-ski trailer, and headed down to Yellow Bay.

The water was so smooth. It was like riding on glass (okay, maybe slightly wavy glass) and even at top speed there weren’t any bumps. It’s hard to tell from this photo, but I was actually moving at 40mph when I snapped this view over the bow of my jet ski:

Here the speed and the smooth water are a little more obvious as Pepper zips past me.

We cruised over to Wild Horse Island, since we haven’t been there since last year. Everything was lush and green… perfect for a short hike.

The views from the island are great. We didn’t climb to the highest point, but we got some good elevation and enjoyed the scenery.

It was another glorious day on the water.

Yeehaw

We took an impromptu trip to Spokane with some friends this weekend. It was a blast. On the way home we stopped for a bathroom break at a gas station in St Regis. As I was waiting for the ladies to finish their business, I couldn’t help but notice the wall-sized “postcard” behind Patches the Pony. And, well…

Gettin’ soft

When we first moved to Montana, we were so excited to use our new jet skis that we braved the cold. We’d don wetsuits and head out on the lake if the air temperature was anywhere above fifty (never mind the water temperature, which was also around fifty). In our first autumn, we were cruising the lake in mid-October!

Now we’re much more hesitant to put on those wetsuits. We’ve been out on the lake so often that we can afford to wait for the weather to feel more like summer. Well, that weather came today. The mercury inched past eighty, and we decided it was time to go out.

We’re looking forward to another summer on the water with our toys…

Turkey at the BBQ

We hosted a barbeque tonight– it’s a Memorial Day tradition, after all– and just before our invited friends showed up, an uninvited one decided to stop in.

He seemed quite content to just walk around on our outdoor couches. When I finally went out to start preparing the grill, he decided he had other places to be. It’s a good thing, too, since I much prefer beef to turkey on my burgers.

Presentation

We threw a party tonight. It involved Oreos. I wanted to do something a little more fancy than just put out a bag of them so everyone could grab a handful.

Inspiration struck, and the Oreos looked amazing.

Oh, and there were also Fudge Stripes.

As Megamind would say, it’s all about presentation…

Sweeping the driveway

During our time in Montana, the most difficult thing about our house has been the driveway. It’s steep, it has sharp curves and sudden drop-offs, and in the winter it turns to ice. Over the years we’ve shoveled it and even raked it. But once we’d paved it, I thought things would finally be easier.

Alas, today I had to sweep the driveway. Yes, all 1,800 feet of it. During the winter, our snow plow crew had done a great job keeping it clear for our cars, but during those months, a bunch of sand had been dumped on it to provide traction. As it turns out, when the snow finally melts, the sand doesn’t go anywhere. It just sits on the driveway, thick enough in some areas that the car actually spins out on it!

So we bought a 24″ wide broom, and I went to work. Here’s a close-up of my point of view as I worked my way down the asphalt.

It’s taken me two days, but I’ve finally cleared all 21,000 square feet. It looks a lot better:

As I did this, I kept telling myself “next winter, I won’t have them lay down any sand”. But when the snow and ice show up, I may change my mind…