Monday, August 22, 2016

Cat Enthusiasts


We made it a few miles north of Florence, Oregon before giving up. Traffic on 101 was bumper-to-bumper and it was getting hard to find  place to camp. The trees were closing in and we hadn't seen sunshine in at least 12 hours. We made a U-turn and immediately felt better. 

We stopped at Saunders Lake County Park for a stroll where Mike & Bridget, cat enthusiasts nonpareil, gave the schmoozwad a thorough working over. 






She's scheduled for surgery (spaying) next Monday at S/Nipped, a low-cost clinic in Coos Bay. In the meantime, we're having a roof-rack installed to handle the additional luggage. As you're undoubtedly aware, cats think traveling lite means only one set of silver and linens and having to make do without a fax or copier. 



Sticking her tongue out at the photographer.











This seat's taken.



Wednesday, August 17, 2016

It Was Inevitable

The 4WD got me onto a rocky beach of the Smith River where I heard a cat mewing. I figured it was some kind of a bird and ignored it. But it kept on. Finally I decided to investigate.

When I stopped in at a local vet's in Crescent City, the receptionist said she and her co-workers were sharing the raising of three kittens they'd found abandoned. She said people in that part of the world are irresponsible. Land is cheap too, I heard.

She's put me through the ringer: 




We *seemed* pretty settled in this morning after having breakfast (I had coffee) so I put her harness on while I washed up and sewed suspender buttons on my new pants. During a break we took a short walk for about 150 feet on the leash; 300 roundtrip.. Then I took the lead off and she crawled under the car with the harness on.






"Friggin' harness. I'll show you."




An hour later the buttons were done and the car packed. I started saying "Where's that cat?" which worked the day before. I started the car and called a few more times. No cat. 

I looked under the car: no cat. I thought how maybe she'd gotten hung up on a shrub or something and turned off the car to listen. Whistling and calling -- now thinking "Oh well, that's how it feels when things don't work out. I'll get over it." -- I kept calling. Time became interminable. A long ten minutes later she emerged from the forest -- it's dense with ferns and brush -- sans harness. I'll get another but will "train" her to it when she's inside. Live and learn. 

It's great to be in love! IF she sticks around.

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Humboldt Coastal Nature Center

Piddling around Aracata, California, I wandered into the Humboldt Coastal Nature Center. It's about a ten minute walk to the beach through native plants that have been laboriously put in place after removing, individually, the invasives.







Charles & Rachel Stamps, children of the '60s, used an Earth Shelter kit for the house and 3,100 tires, laid over the top, to hold the sand, their chosen form of earth, to keep it from slipping off or being blown away. Part of the renovations, begun in 2007, involved disposing of the tires. (The info doesn't say what they did instead.)








The beach-facing side.




Thursday, August 11, 2016

Northward Ho!

I'm enroute to the Washington State International Kite Festival. The week-long event runs from the 15th through the 21st. Moving at about 75 miles per day, I'm not sure I'll get there in time.


I stopped to visit artist-extraordiniare Marilyn Hoffman in Quincy, California. Here she shows off her hand-dyed, silk dress with Chica, the dog.







Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Springville Museum of Art - Quilts & Russian Art

One of the most interesting contemporary art museums I've found. The quilt show takes up nearly the entire ground floor. Information about the jurors (the ones to blame for not selecting yours) is at the bottom of this page. 





Each of these was a little larger than a foot square.









About 16 x 16 (inches)











Two lovelies for scale (the biggest one)








About 10 inches wide by 20 long









16 x 24 inches








Detail








There are also two shows of Russian art; a large collection from the fifties and sixties and a  collection of more recent work from the country of Georgia.



Sculpture by Avard Tennyson Fairbanks (1897 - 1987) Payson/Salt Lake City 
Mother and Child  1928





Detail










About 22 x 30 inches










About four feet wide by 2 1/2 tall. Title: Reading the Pravda













No doubt a nod to nomads. "Where to next?"





Part of their permanent collection...by Andrew Smith.








Monday, August 1, 2016

A Great Rejoinder


I stopped in at the only place open on Sunday (besides Maverick gas station) in Huntington where Clerece had the perfect rejoinder. It contains a bad word,  so for those who're sensitive to such, you may want to skip it. For those who have lost their hearing, the transcription is below.









MFH - I can't find a THING! 

CD - What're you looking for?

MFH - Food! 

CD - We have lots of food. What're you looking for.

MFH - Herring in wine sauce.

CD - SHiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit !!!!

As luck would have it, they had some roast beef they use in their prepared sandwiches. It saved the day...several in fact.


Friday, July 29, 2016

Early Risers

In spite of the magnificence of Capitol Reef National Park the heat was too much. I pulled into a picnic area with pit toilet at 9,845' in the Fishlake National Forest. It was Friday evening and several HUGE 5th wheels went by, but I had no suspicions of what was to come. 

I'd done my business and was contemplating coffee when the first ATVs arrived. There's plenty of room here but they parked about 75 feet before strolling down to gaze at the map and pit toilet. Soon others arrived. Then more. It was barely 8:15 a.m. and you'd have thought a gaggle of geese had landed. I put the coffee together and puttered about wondering wha'sup. I knew they had a sense of humor as the the short-legged terrier, a dust mop with feet, was called Bear.

Eventually I hit on an idea. With my night's-worth pee-bottle (2.63L Simply Orange juice) in hand, I headed for the head. As I neared, one of the women said Good Morning. I returned the greeting then squatted to greet the dogs, the terrier and a German Shepherd who came over to check me out. I removed the lid and while the Shepherd showed his disdain, the terrier, keeping a safe distance, politely declined. 

I asked, "You all here for a convention?" A guy responded with "You'd think so...Alcoholics Anonymous." Not sure if he was joking I asked if they were waiting for me to leave. They sounded sincere when they said no so as I turned toward my destination, I said, "Well, I'm about to take my weekly bath so if any of you are offended by obesity you may wanna avert your eyes.

You'd uh tho't I'd said plague. By the time I emerged the conversations were wrapped and they wuz climbin' aboard they's machines. I chided two women who were heading the pack with, "Aren't you gonna stick 'round? I'm almost up to a D cup." They didn't bother to respond and in less than four shakes of a wet weanie I was alone. 

About a half hour later I heard shots in the distance. It was the encouragement I needed to get out my bow and error and have some target practice too. I find it hard to believe folks get up to drive and shoot before 9:00 a.m. And on a Saturday, no less.