Friday, May 6, 2016

These Boots Weren't Made for Walkin'...

The boots in the song may have been made for walkin', 
but this pair was made for ridin'!

Well, until I got a hold of them, anyway.



A year or more ago I went to the thrift store and found a pair of boots.
I seem to be good at that.
This pair was a pretty plain brown, nothing fancy, but also,
nothing wrong with them.
I bought them.
I brought them home.
I wore then when I rode my horse.

But then I bought another pair, and another, 
and soon I realized I wasn't wearing that brown pair any longer.


So I painted them.

I'd never painted boots before, so I went straight to Google and asked for help.
Grab some spray paint, the ladies said, and apply 2-3 coats.
It will be okay, they said.

And so I did.


I sprayed them tan.  
And then I grabbed some leather paint and painted the turquoise.
That's what I did.

But that seemed boring.
So I did more.


I used an antiquing gel and rubbed it all over the boots.
You can use a brown paint or stain to get the same effect.

Now my boots looked better.  
Not so...clean.


But sometimes...well...

Sometimes you just get a bee in your bonnet and go just a
wee
bit
farther.

And you lop off the tops of the boots!


NOW these boots are made for walkin', 
and that's just what I'll do,
one of these days these boots are gonna
walk on down to the thrift store and help me buy more boots....


Happy Trails!
Cowgirl Shepherd

Thursday, May 5, 2016

Ice Cream?


Each winter, the North Cascades Pass closes, preventing travelers from using the pass to travel from the east to the west, or vice versa, along highway 20.  

Skiers and Hikers moan and mourn, and those of us who want ice cream can hardly contain our excitement when we hear the pass is open again each spring.



Yes, you read that right. We cross the pass to get ice cream.

It all started when I was a kid.  My folks would load my sister and I up into the car each spring and celebrate the opening of the pass by traveling from the West side to the East side.  Also known as the Wet Side to the Dry Side.



The road leads you up into the mountains to roughly 5800 feet, and winds back down into the Methow Valley some three and a half hours later.  For a kid, that's a pretty long drive when the only scenery is trees and mountain range.

Cars packed every possible inch of roadside where there was enough room to pull off.  Actually, in some cases, they were parked on the road.  But no one cared much.  The pass was open!  Everyone was in a good mood as they traveled either Wet or Dry.  Winters are long in the northwest.  Spring is to be celebrated, and for those of us coming from the Wet, it meant the inaugural trip to the town of Winthrop...and ice cream. 


Tall, mountainous rocks jut up at the top of the pass, looming above the evergreen trees our state is known for. 


My mother was always fond of the Liberty Bell rock.
As kids?  We didn't care.  We wanted ice cream.
As an adult?  I take pictures!


 Every journey has it's reward, though.  
With just over 150 miles of mountainous terrain covered, 
we would reach our destination and the prize that awaited...

Ice Cream!



And then?  We'd turn around and head back home.


Happy Travels!
Cowgirl Shepherd