Peach crumble

I bought 10lbs of peaches and nectarines from Saturday farmers market over the weekend. I had to think of a way to use them all up before they go had.

A simple peach crumble would do. The extra topping is always a treat.

Clyde Common

Finally we made it to Clyde Common, one of the very best restaurants in Portland and one of the very Portland restaurants.

The main space on the first floor offers communal seating only. Upstairs is where you can find a few private tables. We were taking a friend from out of town there, so we went upstairs. That also gave us a view of the entire space including the open kitchen.

The menu is seasonal. But certain popular items stay on the menu for a long time. Someone had recommended "prosciutto wrapped trout" a few months back and it's available still. We got that, along with a pasta dish (tagliatelle with tomatoes, onion, basil and orange) and a duck dish.

the pasta to die for

The trout was amazing. It came with a sunny side egg on top and creamy chanterelle sauce. The fish is stuffed with some sort of green, parsley perhaps. It tasted as good as it looked. The prosciutto was crispy on the outside, contrasting the tender flesh of the fish. This whole thing could only be topped by the pasta dish our guest ordered. Don't let the simple description fool you. This tagliatelle packs so much flavor that I could not believe that there were only five ingredient in it. I would go back to Clyde Common any day just for the pasta.

The duck dish was good, but not overwhelmingly impressive like the other two.

I might have gotten ahead of myself a bit. Before all the entrees, we were served some house-made focaccia with olive oil. This is another thing that would keep me coming back. This place knows how to make carbs right. The two appetizers we got were pretty good. The simple tomato salad was better than the sweetbread.

Okay let's recap. Everything was at least good. More than half of the food we had tonight was amazing. I'm not sure I've ever said that about any other restaurant. The portion was only reasonable. What more could you ask?

Hiking Mt. St. Helen

Just an hour drive from where we camped, we arrived at the first Mt. St. Helen lookout. Even before the lookout, the destructive event and aftermath from St. Helen eruption 30+ years ago was hard to miss. You are looking at mother nature still trying to recover 30 years after every bit of life was wiped out in hundreds of thousands of square miles. It gave me chills. What brightens up the lifeless is the blooming wild flowers, creating such contrast.

Kept on driving towards Windy Ridge, a visitor's center and a head of Windy Ridge hiking trail, we saw clouds obstructing the view of the famous St. Helen. Parked at the visitor's parking lot, we started to hike up. Half way through the hike, you get a better view of the clear side of the Spirit Lake. I say clear side, because the other side is till this day covered in layers of dead burnt timbers from the blast.

life among the dead

Another 10 min up the hill, the trail makes a right turn and reveals our first full view of Mt. St. Helen. You would notice the left side of the mountain is still snow-covered, while the right side (the blasted side) has a giant crater in the middle of it.

After Windy Ridge, we made our way back to the car and drove to Harmony trail, which would lead us all the way down to the Spirit Lake to see the dead trees floating on the water. The first half of the trail was surrounded by lush growth of bushes and young trees that provided much needed shade. Once you descent to the valley floor, there's barely any shade. All you see if wild flowers among dead trees on either side of a sandy trail.

The view of the dead trees covered half of the lake takes your breath away. So does getting down to the water. We jumped from parched logs to parched logs. The water is crystal clear.

First camping trip ever

There's been a lot of expectations around my first camping trip. Friends were curious how I like it. So was I. To ease into it, we decided to do one overnight camping followed by hiking in Mt. St. Helen.
Lenka and Chris suggested a camp ground, Iron Creek, about 1hr northeast of St. Helen.

The camp ground was full by the time we got there around 5:30pm on a Friday. Not wanting to go home empty handed, we drove around to see if there were other camp grounds nearby with availability. Luckily we found a private one by Tower Rock, just 15min down the road from Iron Creek. It's run by an elderly couple on a few acres of open land with small fish ponds. There were flush toilets and fishing equipment rental. We were sold immediately.

our camp spot with a picnic table and a fire ring

a small pond behind our camp spot

fish pond in camp ground

First off, setting up tents. It's pass 7pm now, time for dinner. Chris bought a brand new two burner stove that runs on propane. We have chicken wrap and shrimp/veggie saute on the menu. I had everything pre-washed, cut and seasoned. It's just a matter of warming up everything and assembling together. It took about 45 min for dinner to be ready. Food was excellent, even more so when you ate under the darkening cloudy starless evening sky.

chicken wrap

By the time plates were empty, it was too dark to do dishes. We packed up the dirty dishes and got ready to set up a camp fire. 8 bucks got us a wheel barrel full of fire wood, more than what we could use. I just sat and watched Chris and Jose building a fire, and snapped some really cool photos of the crackling flame. The night fall also brought frog songs, the classic sound of the country side.

building a fire

the crackling fire would send sparks into the air like fireworks

Not sure how many hours had passed before we decided to call it a night and went to our tents. It's so dark out here without any lights. Part of the appeal I guess. The frogs' singing was still going strong. I had never been inside a tent before. It's roomier than it looks on the outside. I had borrowed Jose's old fleece sleeping bag, hoping it would be warm enough for the night.

It wasn't.

take a peek inside the tent

Next morning I woke up with frozen toes at 5:30am. It was still quiet outside with occasional bird chipping in the trees. The rain fly over the tent kept us and our shoes dry. After a quick freshening up, we started preparing breakfast. Chris was the chef this time, while Lenka pulled out a banana bread she made ahead of time. We cook water for tea and cocoa to take the chill out of our body.

breakfast sausage, potato wedges and eggs

Lenka's yummy banana bread

After breakfast and dish washing, we planned out what we would go to hike, packed up our stuff, paid the camp owner and drove off to Mt. St. Helen.

I can see myself doing this again. I was skeptical before, but I think I can handle this, as long as there are flush toilets. =)

Lenka and Chris' garden

We were invited to Chris and Lenka's place for bbq last weekend, and got a tour of their backyard garden. It's not huge, about 10ft by 20ft, but it's got a lot to offer.

The tomatoes are starting to take on red hues. There are lettuce plants of different kinds. Some pea pods are getting plump on the vine. The peas inside are sweet and tender. Juicy cucumbers are hiding underneath the leaves close to the ground. Broccoli is peeking through the leaves and stalks. There are also a couple of sunflower plants towards the back of the yard.

We had salad that's picked from the yard

One of the things they made for dinner was grilled corns on cobs, dressed in Mexican style with Mexican cheese, sour cream/mayo combo and dusted with cayenne pepper. It was out of this world good. 

Mexican corn on a cob

It makes me jealous of their yard and wish that we had our own.