Do you remember that line? How about the Ministry of Silly Walks? I used to have to have TV to watch Monty Python, but now, TV-less me, can catch glimpses of those classic scenes on Youtube without commercials. But this post is different because I have been heavily into the knitting and yarn content, and for the present post, will take a break.
When I grew up in NY, near the Big Apple, we would say we were going "into the city." Here in North Vancouver we say we are going "over town." When we visit our apartment in Washington, we refer to it as going "to the States." But my favourite directional euphemism refers to our weekend hiking activity, going "up the mountain."
Going up the mountain, into our rain forest, I wrote about that recently. I like to go because for me it means Geocaching. C comes along, not totally enamoured with the caching, he calls it hiking. Our forays into the forest mean encounters with interesting creatures like the one eyed rock giant:
And fearsome drooling wood beasts:
I'll spare you the photos of actual foot long banana slugs. It's not too much of an exaggeration.
I especially love my rain forest in oxymoronic dry weather:
And tonight, driving by our old neighbourhood, also close to the rainforest, I was wishing I had a camera. Sitting on a fence right in front of us was a huge Barred Owl. Although I've heard their "Who cooks the food" call, it was the first time I'd ever seen one in the wild.
Life's a Stitch 
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