The first day of winter was warm and foggy this year. It lent itself to great atmospheric pictures, if you like that sort of thing. It’s the sort of weather where even mundane dirt roads take on a Tolkienesque touch of mystery.
The lake is still out for the winter, but with the rain, back up to a normal pool. There’s a mudbank out there, but most of it is underwater.
The unseasonably warm fall, and the extreme drought haven’t dampened this year’s persimmon crop. Next year?
The squirrels, deer, and raccoons love them, but they ripen slowly enough that you can get more than enough for yourself.
The easiest way to prepare pulp is to mash cleaned persimmons with about a cup of sugar. Then add about a cup of milk and stir. Filter the mix through a strainer and voila you have persimmon pulp already dissolved for baking.
I use it much the way I’d use banana’s to make banana bread.
Persimmon pulp as prepared above.
2 cups flour
1/2 cup vegetable oil
dash of salt
a pinch of cinnamon (You don’t want to overpower the flavour).
Mix together. Add some flour if it’s too soupy and bake in a greased pan and a moderate (350 F 200C) oven until done. I usually make muffins. It’s also good with walnuts added to the mixture.
Another trail map from a visit to Golden Colorado. This is a short walk that was suitable for the morning while we waited for our flight home.
This stroll starts from a somewhat tricky to find parking lot off of South Golden Street near route 70 (Hint Kilmer Street is the entrance to the Colorado State Police school – which makes it a very safe place to park.) It’s also near the National Renewable Energy Laboratory.
It proceeds up South Table Mesa, and crosses the K-T boundary several times. We took a digression (must remember to take the map with us next time) that would have led to the top of the mesa seen below:
We saw people on top the day before, but it appears they weren’t rock climbers.
The top is rather barren and desolate. A basalt layer with Prickly Pear and
Telegraph/telephone wires. Surprisingly wild views. CSM is this way, hidden by the edge of the mesa (you can also see Lookout Mountain in the distance).
It was, on a Monday morning, mostly deserted. Most of the runners and bikers appeared to be connected with NREL.