Friday, August 30, 2013

Quincy - Northern California Art Destination

Quincy is walkable. No crowds, nice stuff, two galleries, a theater, numerous restaurants and several coffee shops. Lots of choices and all easily accessible.


Main Street Artists Gallery has 30+ artists some of which do abstract work. ( !!! ). That's Johanna Griggs on the left with Kathy Peters nearer the door. Ms. Griggs' former husband (deceased) is represented by the gallery and Ms. Peters is a patron (not an artist).






























Capitol Arts Gallery (CAG) is directly across from the county courthouse. It's yellow "eyebrows" also help identify it. There was a sandwich sign on the sidewalk earlier in the day, but as you can see, they normally go incognito. CAG represents over 40 artists.



























Both galleries participate in the First Friday art event each month.


There's a natural foods grocery in the center of downtown too.



Over the hill about a mile in East Quincy is Papa's Donuts. I can recommend the Bavarian Cream and Apple Fritters. They also have wifi, albeit password-protected.









Saturday, August 24, 2013

North From Oroville, CA to the Feather River Country




After several days of camping near Bodega Bay while attending the Cotati Accordion Fest I'd had enough of the beach and headed north looking for cooler climes. Highway 70 between Oroville and Chilcoot, California follows the North Fork of the Feather River much of the way. The road follows the river; the steep mountains are covered with pines and oaks. I found a respectable pile of bear poop outside my door when I parked to camp near Rush Creek. A welcome change from the more common cow shit.










There is water everywhere. Each canyon has a stream and there are springs coming out of every cleft. Upstream a little way from this trestle are beautiful pools.

















Most of the terrain is vertical. What few roads there are go up the sides of the mountains. There aren't any "tops" so once they reach altitude they follow the side of the hill. It's a little cooler higher up, but level spots to camp are rare.

If you camp along the highway you might look for a place where the train isn't braking. It follows the river, just like the road, but since it's often going up or down the brakes are usually squealing. (Train enthusiasts line the roadway with cameras & tape recorders.).




Monday, August 12, 2013

John Brown Canyon - Gateway, Colorado

Lasell, the woman in the prev post, suggested going through Gateway. I had no reason not to. At the entrance to John Brown Canyon is a resort built by John Hendricks. It's a travesty of cultivated grass, wasted water and homogenation....demonstrating yet again, having a large amount of money doesn't give you an aesthetic.
Boulevards Stretchin' Out Far & Wide. Lawns!!

The canyon tho', is spectacular. Well worth the drive. At the "T" I went left for about a mile. The view is spectacular!

Near the bottom

Near the top

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

If Anybody Wants To Know....

You know how depressing those Points of Interest can be. Grisly details of another massacre, devastation by over-grazing and clear-cutting...misery and greed couched in the guise of Westward Expansion. And yet...something made me go back. Thank goddesses! There was Lasell waiting just inside the front door of the Anasazi Heritage Center.

She launched into an  informative introduction laced with drollery so nuanced it inspired the group to applause.

Afterward, I beckoned her over and asked for details of her time in Raton, New Mexico. She segued into how she'd fallen in love with a cowboy and (it ain't called tha Land of Entrapment for nuthin') ended up teaching for more than 20 years at Valley High in Albuquerque. There - in Albert's Turkey -- she met husband #3 through an ad in The Singles Scene, a free paper that covered arts and culture.

She described a rough childhood that included a STRICT Victorian grandmother; cruel teasing in elementary for being smart and a traumatic encounter with an older man at the age of 7 that left her with lifelong PTSD. Several mean husbands didn't help, but now, at age 77, she's been happily married for over 30 years and has been able to come to terms with much of it.

Now we back-track a a few days to a short tale of a nun. In the wilds of southern Utah the sign to Our Lady of the Desert Monastary seemed about as good as any excuse to stop driving. Hoping they'd have some crafts to show for their contemplations, I inquired of Sister Mary. She explained that nearly all was in Albuquerque for the church congress. BUT!!! there was enough to incite a conversation on iconography.

We were trundling along fine when suddenly she was describing a painting she'd seen in Italy of Christ's mother breast-feeding him. This was, according to Sister Mary, meant to convey Christ's humanity. Quickly recognizing my excitement at the tho't of a bare-breasted virgin, she asked if I'd taken my meds. I hadn't and did...and, on principle, added a cold shower. She then described how in the 3rd and 4th century breast-feeding was totally natural. Thus, the image was nothing more than a simple "even *god* did it." Yeah, right.



































When it came time to discuss polyamory and human-ness well, that was the work of the devil. We parted on friendly terms and altho she claimed an epiphany had brought her there, I felt as if she'd been "chosen" as a means of assuaging her fear.

Now back to Lasell.....

Lasell complained of the unending  anxiety, morning dreads, a constant fear of death, compulsive behaviors and more. But she faced her fears head-on. She said she worked on it daily but it was only in the last three years that she felt she'd gotten the upper hand.
PUMA on the left

Her husband, completely opposite, stays at home while she goes dancing at the senior center, sings (she didn't say where, but I don't think it was at church) and volunteers at nursing homes and the Heritage Center.

She said she embraced the theory of  Christian Science but couldn't handle the practice. A friend said she tho't Lasell was more a Science of Mind/Taoist/Buddhist. She wasn't sure, but maybe.

Her advice: Just put one foot in front of the other.

"In case," she said, "anyone wants to know."