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!