We walked around Green Lake and were surprised to find lots of blackberries. I thought that with thousands of people wandering around the lake, they might have picked them clean. We found about 5 cups in an hour.
We found some really good bunches up in the trees. It was fun/scary/dangerous climbing trees sitting above the lake picking blackberries.
Sugar is a major component of any berry recipe. I made a chipotle blackberry sauce. There wasn’t as much sugar as the jam that we want to make next.
The stain that the berries create is kind of pretty. Especially when added to the colorful flowers that we have. I was so paranoid about everything turning purple that I ran hot water over everything as soon as possible. It turned out not to be such a big deal.
This is one half of the chipotle blackberry sauce. The other half is the berries and sugar.
Mixing the two halves together.
We had so many berries that we also made blackberry marshmallows with coconut on the outside.
For drinks, we had blackberry margaritas. We squeezed a lot (maybe 2 dozen) fresh limes instead of buying margarita mix, dropped thyme in the tequila, and blended fresh blackberries.
Living so clase to Green Lake means that I always have an opportunity to fish. There is very little access from the banks and most places where you can cast a line has a bait chucker sitting in a chair waiting for the bell to ring that is attached to his fishin’ pole. My canoe takes two people to lift on and off of the car. So I sprung for an Outcast Fish Cat package. This has given me access to many trout and even more rock bass. I am waiting to spot my first carp from the tube.
Green Lake is the nearest fishing hole/green space/park/people watching area/escape to our house. There was a 5k race around it last weekend. It was sponsored by a doughnut shop. I was running out of excuses (punny huh?) of why we shouldn’t do it. I had no idea how I would do since I haven’t raced since…. wow. I don’t really remember my last running race. I guess it would be Bolder Boulder 2010. I have done a couple of cyclocross races, but it sure has been a while.
Bolder Boulder results from a couple of years ago.
So, I had no idea what to expect. We lined up according to our pace. I figured that I would be in the 7-8 minutes per mile. Standing there, I was between the mom with a stroller and the guy in jeans with a headband on. I casually moved up. At the 7 minute pace there were a couple of kids that looked to be about 12 years old. The 65 years old trio was chit chatting beside them. Two of them thought that their buddy was going to be really fast today. They asked what his finish time would be and he said that he had no idea. He seemed surprised that people would have any sort of estimate of how long it would take them to run three miles. I snuck in front of them as well. That put me beside the group of guys wearing matching running singlets and very small shorts. I knew that they were serious runner. Feeling cocky, I hung with them for what felt like all morning, but was probably closer to a quarter mile. Maybe a half mile because I felt like a hero. I paid for that. We were probably running a 5:30 pace. After mile 1 I tried not fall over, puke, cry, or give up. I felt like doing most of those things. A pack of 4 girls passed me before the sign for mile 2, but they gave me the demotivation to keep up a brisk pace. I finished with a time of 19:41. I was stoked. i didn’t think that I would be able to run a sub 20 minute 5k.
2012 Top Pot 5k result.
What is interesting is that the level of running is amazing here. I was 14th in my age group of the Bolder Boulder, but 19th here! The saddest part of the story is that I have been so sore al week that I might try running again next week.