Sunday, August 27, 2017

Lost in Translation

The Summer Series continues whereby I recap an earlier story ~

July 16, 2017 Sunday

The Man left first thing in the morning with his truck along with his V-Strom motorcycle in the bed of the truck. It would take him 6 hours to drive north to his starting point in Redding, California. He had reservations for one night at the Ramada Inn. The hotel welcomed him to park his truck for the entire week he'd be wilderness tent camping on the motorcycle.

July 17, 2017 Monday

No word from The Man.

July 18, 2017 Tuesday

In the afternoon The Man called from a City Park in the small town of Etna, CA. I asked him about his stay at the Redding Ramada. I was curious how things went unloading the heavy motorcycle off the back of his truck. He said he had gotten up early in the morning because he needed to park the truck a little bit on the grassy lawn to make unloading the motorcycle easier. He was hoping no one would see him parked on the lawn. Just as he was getting the bike ramps out of the truck the sprinklers came on. The water went every which way. It sprayed him, the bike, the truck, the road, everywhere. He had to wait for the sprinklers to turn off before he could continue to unload the motorcycle. He saw the Harley-Davidson bikers watching him from their hotel window. The Man said it went smoothly.

He asked me what I was up to and I probably talked about the weather, the animals, and my latest knitting projects, "blah, blah, blah". When I was done he told me about his night.

Monday night he camped at Big Flat Campground off Coffee Creek Road not too far from the Pacific Crest Trail.

Around 11 pm he was awakened by a black bear trying to get into his metal motorcycle pannier cases sitting on the ground. It's where he keeps his food. Although it was 30 feet away from his tent it was still too close for comfort. He shined the flashlight on the bear and started to "TSCH, TSCH", like, you know, the Dog Whisperer. Maybe he should've said "Shoo, Shoo" because the bear did not like "TSCH".  It turned to The Man "it's eyes as big as yellow tennis balls" and started to shake his head side to side and paw at the ground. "It looked like it was getting ready to charge." He had his bear deterrent in hand and when the bear heard the metallic click it turned and walked away from The Man but continued to roam around the campground through the night.

The Man did not sleep for the rest of the night.

The next day he talked about his experience to a few of the campers and hikers he met and learned that it might have been the resident bear making it's rounds. Another person later told him that bears that have a history of being a "problem" in more populated campgrounds around the state are brought to the area where The Man was camping.

One woman hiker mentioned a Ranger told her to keep her food in the tent with her so the bear would smell her human scent and leave the food alone. The Man diplomatically told her she should probably check with someone else. I said, "That's crazy!"

He said she was from Australia.

"Oh, well, that makes sense", I said. "She's from Australia, Down Under, they've got everything backwards." We laughed, but we also hope she starts hanging her food in a not-too-near-to-her tree.

The Man ended our call after that, he was going to visit Etna Hardware & Sporting Goods to see if they had a small air horn in stock. "It's supposed to scare bears away", he said. I was looking at the town map via Google Maps while I talked to him and told him he needed to drive down Diggles Street to Pig Alley to get to the Hardware Store. I sent a picture of the map in case he didn't believe me.

Monday, August 14, 2017

All The Things

It's been several months (four months and two days) since I retired. Amazing how quickly the time has flown by. I gotta say, I don't miss working, not at all.

Small Batch Preserving

Preserved Lemons

Hawaiian Mixed Mui with the preserved lemons

Tiny Tasty Garden


Strawberry Rhubarb Galette

Basil and Tiny Tomatoes
I think my brown thumb is turning a wee bit green.

Hippie Cooking
Local grown Mung beans and the nifty sprouter I found at our Goodwill thrift store.

Harvest in four days


A Little Bit of Myself
I volunteered my time as a table hostess (Would you like more water? bread?) and knitted dishcloths for our local Empty Bowls Charity event to benefit Atascadero's homeless shelter.

Once a month I'm a Bagger at our local food pantry - Atascadero Loaves and Fishes.

Photo taken by Feeding America

 Knitting Comfort Scarves for charity.

First (possibly last) attempt knitting for the Mother Bear Project.

Fibery Goodness
Here's my Box-o-Shawls. There's a one skein shawl on the needles all the time.


Four placemats woven on the Schacht 20" Flip Loom finished and cut off the loom. Finally.

This week I'm casting on to knit my first two (or three) color shawl project. It was a tough decision picking the colors.

I pre-washed the yarn in case the colors bled. (The very saturated colors needed several rinses - looking at you Edison Bulb yellow and bright Pink.)

And hanging up to dry.

Lately, I've also been thinking about this:
Spinning because knitting isn't weird enough