{"id":1768,"date":"2005-03-06T20:40:00","date_gmt":"2005-03-06T20:40:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elitemporaryblog.wordpress.com\/2005\/03\/06\/no-better-life-than-the-good-life"},"modified":"2015-09-24T03:54:28","modified_gmt":"2015-09-24T03:54:28","slug":"no-better-life-than-the-good-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/orangette.net\/2005\/03\/no-better-life-than-the-good-life\/","title":{"rendered":"\u201cNo better life than the good life\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"
It was a birthday celebration Nicho<\/a>–style<\/a>, with a rousing hike among towering trees, plenty of guffawing, an afternoon rest in a sunny hammock with a chainsaw roaring sweetly nearby, homegrown lamb grilled over an open flame, and apple cake with cream-cheese frosting<\/strong>. Happy birthday to a man who truly knows how it\u2019s done.<\/p>\n The celebration began early. I arrived at Kate\u2019s at 9:30 Saturday morning in the finest in hiking grungery wear, with an apple cake, a parka, and a car. Kate and her old friend Mike (visiting from Maine) piled in, and by 10:15 we were far from the city, already among the sheep, llamas, and yelping dogs of Nicho\u2019s family farm in Sultan<\/a>. The birthday boy was (appropriately) muddy<\/strong> and fresh from the barn, ready to hit the trails of nearby Mount Baring<\/a>. After a brief sampling of his mother\u2019s leftover pie (\u201cthe gold standard,\u201d he claims, although we all agreed that the Crisco crust could be improved with butter<\/a>), we four squeezed ourselves and our many water bottles into Nicho\u2019s Volvo and headed for the mountain, passing the drive with such amusements as a sign for \u201cCozy Cracker Day Care\u201d and a newspaper photo of the Jackson family leaving court last week, which prompted Kate to remark that Michael Jackson\u2019s current look (what with little glasses, white shirt, and very proper tie) is \u201cgoth Harry Potter.\u201d As night came on, and with the help of Nicho\u2019s new girlfriend Nicole (who is absolutely lovely and, unlike myself or Kate, fills one of Nicho\u2019s most important criteria for women: \u201cshe\u2019s strong enough to drag me to safety, if need be!\u201d <\/strong>he told me proudly), we grilled lamb and vegetables and reddened our cheeks over the fire. And then we sat down around the big wooden table to toast the birthday boy, friendship, and our fantastic, giddy luck for days like these. We scraped our plates; we licked our fingers; and we sliced apple cake and spooned on extra frosting.<\/p>\n Nicho\u2019s family has a saying that there\u2019s \u201cno better life than the good life.\u201d Some days, I know what they mean. Nicho\u2019s Birthday Apple Bundt Cake<\/strong>
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Thankfully, Nicho kept his eyes on the road, and we soon arrived at the trailhead. It was crisp\u2014cold, even\u2014with snow in the ditches along the road, everything brown and gray with patches of verdant, mossy green<\/strong>. Led by Nicho\u2019s trusty mountain dog Index, we climbed and laughed and played our way up the trail to Barkley Lake, still, quiet, and half-frozen on this first weekend in March.<\/p>\n<\/a>
<\/a>After a bit of scampering on the chilly beach, Mike did an excellent impersonation of a man being shot out of a (tree-)canon<\/strong>, and then, climbing over snow-covered logs and splashing across a stream on wobbly rocks, we found a small grove where we unfolded a picnic of cheese, apples, and man-sized slices of <\/strong>honey gold oatmeal bread<\/strong><\/a> (courtesy of Kate). Then, with frozen fingers and full stomachs, we returned to the car and to Sultan, to begin the slow preparations for dinner\u2014but not without a requisite near-nap in the hammock for me and Kate, a wood-chopping workout for Mike, and a bit of chainsaw action for Nicho.<\/p>\n
Happy birthday, m’dear.<\/p>\n
Adapted from <\/em>Saveur<\/em><\/a><\/p>\n