Friday, September 21, 2018

Awaiting Biometry

Up at 6:30, I Ubered across The Bay to make my 10:00 a.m. appointment. Except its at 3:00. But they were able to change it to 1:30.

Now at the marslands open space next to the Palo Alto airport,


it's interesting to watch the little single engine runabouts practice their landings und takeoffs.


Nice breeze with only a few shouting children.


Thursday, September 20, 2018

I Don't Know If You Didn't See the Sign...

he was referring to the Road Closed sign a couple of miles back and quite beneficently wasn't actually asking.

I HAD seen the sign but chose to think there'd be another...moe specific. But it seems there'd been a fire and they meant the WHOLE road. So, I packed up and left.

Fortunately, the C.G. host at Summerdale C.G. had told of a spot where there was still dispersed allowed. These fires are really bitin' intuh muh lyf-uh-stile!

But it gave me a chance to swing past the General Store in Fish Camp. The beautiful cashier there gave me a deal the other day and I wanted to show my appreciation. She wasn't home so I left the package with a friend.

Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Let's Go Here - Jerseydale Rd & Skelton Creek

Piddling arnd the west side of the Sierras. Looks like there might be dispersed camping north of Darrah up past  Jerseydale C.G.

The days get hot for about an hour around 4:00 and the nights are cool, but not cold.

Nice.

Sunday, September 16, 2018

Cognitive Dissonance - Folsom Street Fair

Cataract surgery happens, in Palo Alto, 9/26. There's a followup on Oct 4. In between is The Folsom Street Fair.

For two sensualists who dislike (read: hate!) crowds, this is a wonderful dilemma.

(We're staying in an AirBnb in Menlo Park in case u'r nearby an' wanna confab.)


Tuesday, September 11, 2018

Piddling In the Sierras

After nearly a week together on Granite Creek, I headed off to find Globe Rock and The Nelder Grove. (photos to come)

Monday, September 3, 2018

Jonathan of Alpha Road

I got a late start and it was nearing dark as I sat recording the coordinates of a potential campsite,.

Jonathan pulled up on his ATV and asked if I'd camped there the night b4. It seems the folks'd gone off and left live embers. As the caretaker of a nearby conference center, he'd had to make numerous trips using an open five-gallon bucket to be sure it was out.

When I asked if he knew if Skillman Campground had water he said he wasn't sure, but he did. He told how the water had been channeled down hand-dug ditches to fuel the nozzles of hydraualic mining. The debris flows, in the mid-1800s, impacted Sacramento so badly they outlawed the technique. But it's still good drinking.



Thanks, Jonathan!

Thursday, August 30, 2018

Fun with AR-15

Riff-raff! That's how Andrew described them.

After offloading his bike, they, there were two of 'em, roared off. As luck would have it, they returned the same time as I.

I asked how their ride was; their enthusiasm prompted, in spite of myself, a vicarious appreciation. One then asked if I'd mind if they did some shooting. Feeling beneficent, I said, "Not at all," and asked what they were gonna shoot...an AR-15.




Left to right - Yerz Trooly, Andrew und Anthony


Well, I'd never seen one in real life so I asked if they'd mind if I watched. "Not at all!" they replied.

After a lesson in assembly and internet availability of components and a beer (Lagunitas), I stood back to watch.

Then Andrew offered a turn. As much as I dislike the noise, I've always enjoyed trying to hit the target. And this one didn't do too badly. Sighted for a longer distance, I was impressed with how consistent it was. And as Andrew said, "The grouping is more important that the bullseye."

I'll drink to that!


Preliminary Concern






The Shot