Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Waiting at Mineral

We agreed to meet at Mineral. She uses maps; I use a Garmin GPS. I was born with a phone in my hand; she avoids phones like the plague.

So it was a pleasant surprise to see her incoming call at 10:00 a.m. Wondering where I was, I said I was at Mineral. She said I couldn't be because she was at Mineral.

An early riser, she moved the mile north to Mineral "North." There's absolutely nothing at either location, except, of course, the beautiful landscape. But no hint of a town.

But after a three-and-a-half-year hiatus in our relationship, it was wonderful to finally be together again.


Monday, August 7, 2017


We'd been camped for several days not far from Union Reservoir in the Sierras when I got a call around 7:00 a.m. "There's a bear!" she said.

It left a viscous layer (with its tongue) on a pot lid that really should be analyzed . It was slimier than Everglide and harder to get off and, I surmise, could easily dominate the personal lubricant market.

After homing in on my bag of tarps, it picked them up and gamboled off as if it'd found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow!!

It was all the incentive we needed to move.

Sunday, August 6, 2017

Kenn Louie - Woodworker

Feeling especially frisky one day, I was practicing my bo moves on an old stump when the stick, a prized possession, lost. A chance inquiry in the Animal Humane Thrift store led to Kenn Louie.

In an early life he'd trained as a diesel/marine/automotive mechanic but made more money falling trees in Alaska.

Somewhere along the way he married and moved to Arnold where he fixes anything people bring him. A master woodworker, he inserted a metal rod, splinted the connection with birch strips then bound those with leather thong.

We won't lose the next round with that olde stump!

Saturday, July 29, 2017

Aloysius the Frog

Murphys, a few miles above Angels Camp, has all the amenities; a lovely park with tree-shaded picnic tables sits astride a stream just right for wading. The library, atop a nearby knoll, has strong wifi.

Exploring, I cruised behind the theater and there, in pre-leap poise, was Aloysius (from the Frankish). I secured ownership with a $30.00 donation, but after 45 minutes of determined struggle I had to accept the fact that I wasn't going to be able to get him on the roof.

Fortunately, help was on the way. For the next ten days he rode serenely, often eliciting inquiries such as: "Do you travel with him always?" This is, after all, Calaveras County.

Jumping Frog History in Middle paragraph...

Above plaque embedded in stone at lower left of photo below

In the end he proudly accepted the job, with a hilltop view o'er a rural idyll, of discouraging deer from perforating the lap-pool cover.

Friday, July 7, 2017

Sierra Mountains, California

With scenery like this I'm averaging less than 10 miles a day. Haven't needed gas for over a week.

There was so much snow the PCT was closed for the first time in history.

All those leafy green things start out like this.

There are lakes everywhere.

Utica Reservoir

I'm learning to paddleboard - Alpine Lake

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Scraping the Bottom of the Barrel

Life has taken such a wonderfully dramatic turn (she's close to my age) there's really nothing that can be written about. But it's entertaining (at least for me) to explore the depths of the mundane. I'd apologize, but since this is more a journal than a public forum, I'll just keep my fingers crossed you're bored enough to leave a sardonic remark...or two.

I'm in the Sierras where they take pride in good food. The chicken is, of course, antibiotic free, Montessori-educated and (it's rumored) enjoyed a vibrant social life replete with multiple roosters to choose from. Interestingly, you can taste the diff.

Bu there's the little matter of the napkin that comes under the meat. In this case it looked very similar to salmon roe. Any idea what it is?