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Rocky Point October

Sunny! Clear! Crisp! at 66 glorious degrees F

I know, I know…it is supposed to be a blog about traveling, or the MoHo, or at least something a bit adventurous. But I just couldn’t resist talking about October right here at home. Looking back to past years, it seems to be a repeating pattern. October is probably the most glorious month of the year, at least when it doesn’t snow.

The leaves on the aspens are at their high point. I have to take photos every year, and it seems as though I keep going back to the same spots where the aspens have a particular shade of pinky orange, usually backlit since the sun is rather low in the sky. Every year the colors are different, just a little bit here and there, but different enough that I have to take another picture of the same spot.

The colors in the yard are different each year as well. There is lots of shade here and trying to get our hardwoods to flourish is a labor of love. A few of the flowering cherries and crabapples have finally reached high enough to find the sun and are growing in leaps and bounds. The maples are so gorgeous, but due to the shade, they never get really fat and thick the way they might in the sunshine. But oh, how that brilliance lights up the forest!

My greenhouse didn’t do as well this year as some past. The tomatoes are still trying to ripen, although I did get a few. Seems as though the best crop this year was the bush beans, which fed us many meals of yummy fresh beans. We even tried to grow corn. Probably won’t do that one again. Even though I had pollinated the silks, I guess I am not as good as the wind or bees, since the cute little ears had about 2 inches of filled out kernals and 6 inches of what looked like baby corn from a can. ah well, the price of living in a forest in the Cascades…

Now home for a bit of time, and no longer working even part time, I found myself with time to play with all that fabric I have been hoarding. I had a couple of projects that were cut out last spring, when it was still raining, and some ideas rolling around in my head that would wake me up at 3 in the morning. Fabric does that, kind of the way yarn used to do it to me. It has nothing to do with the quilting exactly, but more to do with the color, the playing with color, moving it around, blending it, turning it into something different than the sum of the parts. Even though I mentioned the quilt in the last post, I didn’t have a photo of it, so here it is.

Mo likes fall too. Her favorite thing is fixing stuff, and with the lawns slowing down she has less mowing time and more fixing time. The Rocky Point place is getting all ready for winter. Wood is in, cabin is winterized, our road has been re-graveled by Mo and her trusty tractor, the chains for the tractor are on and the blade is ready.

Winter will be short this year for us. Sometimes it snows in October, often in November, almost always in December. Last year in December we were plowing and shoveling and blowing every single day for two weeks! January it is getting a bit old, but for us this year it won’t matter at all, since we will be heading south. Snowbirds?! If we go south for three months in a motorhome does that make us snowbirds??

Today we are leaving for Junction City to have our new dinette booth and table installed and the sofa taken out. Of course I’ll take photos of the process, and hopefully we will love it.

During this month past, Time has given the blessing of long lazy visits with daughter Melody on her day off, having coffee and doing the girl talk thing. It is the little things that matter somehow. Time also allowed me to finally almost finish going through the last of Bel’s (my friend who passed away last February) stuff that was in storage and send it off to her sister. Time gave me a day of at long last starting a “retirement project” that has been on my list for the last few years, and one I never could seem to get started.

I am copying a gazillion old videos to DVD, with the hope that someday I will figure out how to edit the goofy footage to the really good parts. In the mean time, I get to look at what I looked like when I was 51. Geez?! I wanna do that again….but I seem to remember at 51 I felt really old….Time.

What is it about fall that makes Time seem so precious.

And friends, old and new. Blogging and Facebook are mixed blessings, I know, but I have to thank my new friend, John Parsons, for somehow finding me on Facebook, writing about truly amazing stuff about water, climate, fires, and the planet in general, and actually being the conduit that helped me to find another old friend from the 80s, Marti Bridges. We worked together for SCS back then and had some truly great times together.

And then, of course, I received news from my friend Jeanne, (who anyone who reads this blog even a little bit should remember). Jeanne had GREAT GREAT news and it seems that I will be traveling to Vermont to share it with her next fall. Ahhhh I can hardly wait till it is old news and Jeanne has told everyone and I can talk about it! Jeanne, do you have a clue just how much self control it took for me to NOT put that photo on my blog??

Time and Friends and the Internet. What more could I ask for.

September – a Chatty Catch-up

Being the month of my birth, I am somewhat partial to September. Here in Rocky Point, and in this part of Oregon in general, September can be the very best time of year in so many ways. The mosquito population has finally decided to disappear to wherever they go, the midges are at least confined to places you don’t want to be anyway, the skies are blue and bright, the days warm, the nights cool. Several bloggers that I read regularly have found out just how delightful this part of Oregon can be, with RV Sue hanging around just over our hill on the Rogue River, and Paul and Nina up at Diamond Lake.

Mo and I have spent some quality camping time in both those places and it’s fun to read about folks finding out just how wonderful this part of Oregon can be. Everyone seems to know the coast part, and lots of folks travel there, but fewer have found the wonders of the Cascades waterfalls, magical lakes, beautiful forests and SUNSHINE. Welcome to my world.

Once again, Mo and I planned to travel a couple of hours south to camp at our favorite Medicine Lake, and once again we were thwarted. In the midst of extra work hours for me, some other business needs for two of us, and the smoky skies from California fires, we put off our planned mid-month camping trip for another time. The month was anything but quiet however, with visiting friends, Rocky Point get-togethers, and of course, my birthday!

It started off with a visit from Jeanne, long time friend I once worked with here in the basin who has returned to her native New England for good. Everyone needs a friend like Jeanne, probably the most amazing athletic woman I have had the pleasure of knowing. Jeanne treks Nepal, climbs the second highest mountain in the word, does back country skiing down the cliffs at Crater Lake, jumps out of helicopters to ski in British Columbia back country, launches her tiny white water kayak over 23 foot waterfalls in Costa Rica. Yeah, I could go on and on. She runs and rides her bikes for hundreds of miles and travels the world. How did I get a friend like Jeanne, you might ask?

I almost didn’t. Anyone from New England knows there is a special New England persona. Anyone from California knows there is also a definite West Coast Persona. Jeanne and I were complete opposites, and on my first day of work in 2002 in Klamath Falls, I met Jeanne, who instantly disliked me. I was all gushy and open and “chattery”, and Jeanne of course, being from New England, was all reserved and “don’t touch me” and would you please just shut up!? I disliked her almost as much as she disliked me! All it took was a long day in the field to discover that even with our different ways of being in the world, we had the makings of something deeper that grew into a great, strong friendship. Of course, I can’t even come close to keeping up with her, but she has a great batch of friends who do that very well.

Jeanne came “home” to Klamath for a long visit with all of us, spending time biking, and hiking, and kayaking, and then came out to Rocky Point for a couple of days. We went kayaking on Recreation Creek, a far cry from the adrenaline pumping kinds of boating she and her friends are used to, but we still had a good time, at least Jeanne and I did. Some of the other friends thought it was great for a one time thing, but too dang boring to do again. Me, I love the slowing down part, I love seeing the birds and the wildlife and the reflections. Adrenaline is not one of my favorite things, and I will avoid it if at all possible!

In between visits and work time, I managed a bit of quilting, working on my queen sized quilt that got started from a single jelly roll of fabric my sister picked up for me because I thought it was pretty. It is kinda scary how a $39.00 jelly roll can morph into a LOT more money by the time all is said and done. I took a break from the big quilt by piecing a bright little table topper that I have yet to actually quilt because I can’t decide just how I want to do it.

Another fun project was completed when Mo and I worked together removing a bazillion staples from my ten year old dining chairs and recovered them with a gorgeous fabric I found after two years of looking for just the right thing.

The greenhouse is a bit later this year, with our tomatoes just barely ripening toward the end of the month, but we have had cute little peppers, lemon cucumbers, lots of green beans and of course lots of good lettuces and greens. I made a trip over the mountain to Medford to buy some gorgeous sweet tree ripened peaches from the local orchards and made peach jam, froze some peach pie filling and experimented with some hot pepper jellies. The Peach Habanero is good but the Pineapple Habanero is fabulous. Some of the Peach Bourbon jam didn’t set up and it is now a quite delicious Peach Bourbon Sauce, ready for waffles or ice cream on a cold winter day.

The very next week I got a call from Maryruth, saying, “Hey, are you and Mo around? I want to come up for a few days for your birthday.” What a treat! She left her husband Gerald at home to take care of everything while she drove the 6 hours north from Oroville for some very much wanted “girl time”. We usually manage this once or twice a year but this one was an unexpected surprise. We filled up three days with lots of laughter, lots of “hand and foot” (a game I can’t get Mo to play with me), and good food. Well almost good food. Sadly the Rocky Point Resort has changed hands since we were there and I would definitely suggest that folks visiting this area avoid the restaurant if at all possible. Or maybe just go in for a drink. The view is gorgeous, the place is historic and charming, it is just the food that is probably the worst I have ever actually paid for.

Maryruth was barely gone when it was time for my ‘real’ birthday. Seems as though I celebrated this one for a very long time and it wasn’t even a biggie. I still have three years to go before I think a birthday is really worth paying attention. Seventy even sounds scary to me, but I have a bit of time yet. On this minor birthday, however, I went off to town to have breakfast with my sister, visited with Melody and the jewelry store where I got a FREE bead for my Pandora bracelet, and came home for a nice bit of quilting time before Mo said, “Let’s go out to dinner at Lake of the Woods”. Whew! Birthday breakfast, and dinner on the same day? Thankfully, our dinner up at the lake was incredible, with the gorgeous view, great service and wonderful food. It may be a 15 minute drive rather than 5, but oh so worth it. Thank you, Mo!!

Then on Sunday, Melody, Kevin and grandson Xavier came out for an afternoon visit bringing even more wondrous presents. I am the lucky beneficiary of a daughter who works in a jewelry store, so I am sure the “giftie bits” she brought to me are something I never would otherwise have. Of course, everyone keeps saying no jewelry when traveling, but this pendant is definitely going on my November cruise even if I can’t wear it to Europe! The diamond hoop earrings however, are small and tasteful, and don’t scream “steal me”! I AM wearing them.

What I didn’t even know yet was that the plant and twist movement I made jumping out of bed that morning had torn my knee cartilage. In the next couple of days the pain got worse and worse until I couldn’t walk at all, even with a walking stick. Sigh. A trip to the doctor, xrays, MRI, another trip to the orthopedist all confirmed my worst fear. Torn meniscus and a long healing time. Actually it was my second worst fear. Surgery was my worst fear, and so far that one has been avoided. I can’t take pain pills or medication, so surgery isn’t a lot of fun. Anyway, I have been hobbling around on crutches, and graduated to the walking stick and even a bit of hobbling without anything this morning, so am encouraged.

Mo is dealing with yard work and house work all alone right now while I gimp around like a useless piece of moving furniture. Sigh. It is not fun feeling completely useless around here. I can’t even quilt since that requires lots of jumping up and down from the machine to the iron, so instead I got back to knitting. I even finished Deanna’s sweater and have it all wrapped up to mail. Yippee, at last!! I started it back in December of last year. Guess you could say I am not a fast knitter.

A week from Thursday my daughter Melody and I will drive to Portland to board our overnight flight to Amsterdam and then on to Budapest. I have been planning this trip and looking forward to it for soo sooo long, and am excited to see this part of Europe, but even more excited to see it through the eyes of my daughter. It will be her first overseas trip, and I remember how incredible I felt on my first such trip with Mo back in 2005. Everything was so new and exciting for me, as I am sure it will be for Melody. She is beside herself excited right now.

I sent an email to a great photographer (Mark) from Mark and Chris’s Phaeton Place, who knows a LOT about techie stuff and traveling and he kindly wrote some very detailed answers and I learned a lot about traveling with technology. Thank you Mark! I bought an iPad, and ordered the global data features for both the iPad and the iPhone, bought the photo transfer doohickey for the iPad and the camera (no usb on an iPad), and hopefully I’ll be able to carry all this stuff along with my walking sticks which will be going on the trip for sure! Once again, the Cotton Carrier I bought for the camera will likely be a lifesaver when I need both hands to manage the sticks. I will never never never measure up to Erin’s photos, but hopefully I’ll get shots that at least won’t embarrass me. I have learned so much from Erin, from Two to Travel and Two to Travel’s Phaeton Journey about blogging and photography. Thank you, Erin!

And on a final note, I just have to really thank all the blogging friends who saw my post on FaceBook about my knee and sent good wishes. It is amazing to me that people take the time to pay attention and care. So many are dealing with really difficult health issues that are about the internal operating system and mine is merely mechanical. Mechanical issues are a pain but it isn’t life threatening, so I consider myself pretty lucky. Does everyone have to get all silly when they first discover Apple’s crazy photo stuff?

Another Rocky Point Sunday

The air has finally started moving again, and as I look outside the bedroom window I can see the last of the leaves twisting in the breeze. There is snow on the ground, still, from our foot of snow dropped a week ago, but it is thinning. Not that bad, really, for mid November. Sometimes during this time of year in our part of the world the air gets still and cold, with fog from the basin around the edges of the lake and smoke from the slash piles and prescribed burns making the air murky. It was like this for a week or so, and then a couple of nights ago the winds started blowing, dropping pine needles into the snow like pick-up sticks, and clearing the air. I love the sound of the wind at night.

Check out that great new stain on the house! The job is finally finished, with the crew coming to put the last touches on the last day before the snow fell. They did a great job, but we certainly weren’t very happy with the amount of time they spent doing it. The job was started in late September and only finished on November 3rd. Sometimes the crew wouldn’t come out until mid afternoon and only stay a couple of hours before leaving. We live a long way from town and we could never figure out how the contractor expected to make money doing business like that. Maybe he had too many jobs going on at once and was trying to keep everyone happy. Whatever. At least the job is finished and the house looks great and we didn’t have to do it ourselves!

On November 1st, Mo and I traveled west to Brookings for three gorgeous days on the beautiful sunny coast. On Monday, the 31st, Mo turned to me and asked, “Remind me again why we couldn’t leave for Brookings today?”. Halloween, silly! I had to be home for Halloween with my kids, actually the kids are only part of it. The rest of the story is the wonderful tradition of walking on the dark sidewalks filled with happy costumed families on Pacific Terrace, where I used to live in Klamath Falls. One more time I met my daughter and grandkids to walk through crispy leaves, smell the popcorn that one family hands out every year from their outdoor popcorn machine, and be amazed at all the wonderful decorations that line the street for a mile in each direction. There is no better place to be at Halloween than Pacific Terrace in Klamath Falls.

When we left Tuesday morning for the coast, the weather was incredible. Blue skies all the way, without even a hint of fog over the ocean to mar the views. We went immediately to Harris Beach State Park, hoping for one of the ocean view sites, only to discover that those sites were all taken, even on a weekday in November! Instead, we settled into a roomy spot just across the road from those premium sites, power and cable and water for 22 bucks and still a great ocean view.

Our main purpose for the trip was to get the MoHo settled in to her storage berth, so we immediately went to meet the owner to be sure that the unit was easily accessible. Turns out that it is just fine, and when we slid the MoHo in on Thursday morning before traveling back to Rocky Point, it was a piece of cake.

In the mean time, we spent a good deal of time looking at possible properties in the Brookings area, but none were just right for what we wanted. Still, it was fun driving up the Chetco River to look, and then to the north end of town, just hoping for the right combination of view, price, and of course a big RV storage shed to appear. We took some wild rambling roads and were surprised to discover that many roads around Brookings are incredibly narrow and steep. Saw a spot with a gorgeous view of the ocean, with the words “great for a two story cottage”. That should have been a clue, since the property was on the side of a mountain with just enough flat ground for a very tiny home, and no space for an RV shed.

We saw another truly beautiful home and giant perfect RV shed with a gorgeous view, and an unbelievable 8 foot deer fence surrounding almost all the property, enclosing 50 roses and some beautiful gardens. The price was OK, but then there was more than 5 acres that needed subdividing, with some weird garages with no windows and with people actually living in them! Very strange. All a bit too complicated, and we laughed and said, “Let’s go find the fish and chips”. Once more we went to the Chetco Café down in Harbor where the ambience is certainly funky but the fish was as perfect as last time, thin thin very crispy perfect coating on tender, flavorful perfect fish. Yum. And a decent white wine at 3 bucks a glass. Can’t beat it.

We spent the next day relaxing, or I should say Mo relaxed while I went into town to use the coffee shop internet for a work conference. Finally in the afternoon we headed for the gorgeous, sunny beach. Dinner was a perfect steak brought from home and a great campfire and then a walk that took us to the campsite of some local Rocky Point friends who just happened to be camping there as well. They invited us in to their fire, offered more wine and conversation, and the evening stretched out to the late hours with fun and laughter. Seems as though Harris Beach is a pretty popular place for most of us.

On Thursday, once the MoHo was settled in to the storage unit, we drove north to take the back road route from Gold Beach through Agness and back to Grants Pass. The road is called the Bear Camp Coastal Route, and is not maintained after November 5 through the winter and spring. We made it just in time. Although on the map the road looks like it should be a short fast way back home, in reality, it is steep and slow and absolutely beautiful. It follows the Rogue River to Agness then climbs the coast mountains before dropping back down to the Rogue near Hellsgate. Even in the Tracker, the road was a bit daunting, especially on the passenger side. It was beautiful, though, and while we may not have to do it again soon, I am glad I finally got to see the famous route over the mountains. Let me just say, DO NOT ever even think of driving this road in any kind of motorhome!

That morning Brookings was shrouded in clouds with rain coming down and snow predicted for the mountains above 4,000 feet. Sure enough at the top of the route we ran into some snow, some deer, and even a bear! I WILL learn to keep my camera in my lap and on, but instead, at the bear moment, Jeremy was snoozing in my lap and the camera was on the floor. By the time we got home, there was fresh snow over the pass on 140 but no snow yet in Rocky Point. We would have loved to stay longer in Brookings, but too many details awaited us and thank goodness the heaviest snow held off till our Friday errands were run and we were safely back at home. I can’t believe how lucky we were to get in just under the wire with the first really big snowstorm arriving the day we put the MoHo in storage in snowless Brookings. Perfect.

I spent last weekend cutting and sewing strips for my very first quilt. It was a perfect day to be playing with brightly colored fabric with the dark skies and falling snow. It is just a simple panel, with borders, and I got all the borders on and am now attempting to learn how to do the machine quilting part. Mo is worried that I will now start collecting fabric the way I collect yarn. Hopefully I will refrain from getting too carried away with all this.

I have been knitting, and quilting, and working soil survey stuff, and somehow the time to write has slipped. Winter is here, life has simplified a bit for now, and I am enjoying that a lot.

Rocky Point Sunday

No, I still haven’t put together the rest of the stories about our cruise. Hopefully I can get motivated on that project before I completely forget all the little details. Instead, we arrived home last Sunday night and Monday morning I immediately went to work at my “real” part time job, the one that needs to have 40 good hours of attention every two weeks. Working from home is great, as long as the home computer does its thing without hitches. Instead, my old Dell computer running XP (for the government software) decided to burp and then basically throw up. So it was off to town for me and a couple of days working on the reliable government computer at my official office. I am lucky in that my bosses have all agreed that it is smart to have a real workstation available for me here in Klamath Falls, even though I technically work for Portland, Oregon, for Davis, California, for Sonora, California and for Klamath Falls, 30 miles away from my home in Rocky Point.

After some serious time with my computer guru in town, we managed to get the Virtual PC XP operating system working inside my new Windows 7 Dell. I only barely understand what is going on here, but with this system, I can actually install the government (XP only) software on my new machine. Good thing, since my old machine is still at the computer guru’s house getting gutted. Possibly too much information here for anyone but Rick, but what the heck, I need to have an excuse for not writing about the cruise yet! Back home with a working system and functioning software the rest of my work week went just fine.

I didn’t write, but managed to try to keep up at least a little bit on the blog world. Something interesting appeared that I thought would be fun to check out. It seems that several RV bloggers have dogs that are some kind of blue heeler, or blue heeler mix. We have figured out that Abby is mostly blue heeler with cocker spaniel overtones. Check out Travel with the Whippets and read their stories about the ability of their dog Bandido to disembowel any toy in a matter of minutes. Hmm. Abby does that. Check out Pheebs over on Al’s website. Al has regaled us with stories of the Pheeb’s energy repeatedly since she became a part of the Bayfield Bunch family. Abby. Another story, that I seem to have lost track of, talked about another heeler’s separation anxiety and panic attacks when left for even a moment in a car or a house. Again. Abby. Could it be possible that all this energy, toy destruction, separation anxiety and absolute complete devotion is a characteristic of the blue heeler breed? Just a thought.

The colors have changed here in Rocky Point, just a bit later than last year, but still beautiful. In fact, the aspens seem to have more pink and orange tones than usual. I thought that the pink color in an aspen was related to the variety, but some of these trees are usually just yellow and this year are many shades of pink and orange, so I guess my original thought is completely wrong. Back to aspen research, I guess. In the mean time, I am just really enjoying all our fall color right here at home after traveling clear across the country and missing out on most of the seasonal brilliance on the east coast.

The burning season has opened again for a short time and yesterday Mo raked some pine needles while I cleaned out the greenhouse. Mo also tore up the old boards on the back cabin deck that need replacing and built a very serious bonfire with them. Just one whiff of that wonderful wood smoke reminded me of hot dogs. Yes, hot dogs. I said, “We have some dogs and buns in the freezer, let’s do it!” Within minutes we had defrosted the dogs and buns in the microwave, skewered the dogs to the end of the pitchfork, drug the chairs to the bonfire and had ourselves a quick, impromptu perfect hot dog supper. I’m not on the diet officially any more, but still doing the maintenance thing, so Abby lucked out and got 2/3 of my bun.

I noticed as we were enjoying this wonderful home moment that I had no desire to run for the camera, to turn it into a blog moment, fully documented. I just wanted to enjoy the bonfire, the fall leaves in the background, the smell of wood smoke. So, no photos, but still worth writing about so I don’t forget how wonderful simple moments can be. Last night in the hot tub there was no moon to dim the brilliance of the stars.

Today we will continue a few outside maintenance jobs and start to load up the MoHo for the short trip to Brookings. This year the snow has held off for us, unlike the east coast and unlike last year. We as yet have no snow at home or on the passes, so our journey to the coast will be in time. With night temperatures dropping into the teens and the MoHo un-wintered, we will be glad to get her safely to storage where the temperatures don’t go below freezing. A couple of nights at Harris Beach and some days walking the sands will be fun.

It’s Saturday!

I had to run outside when the sun broke through the rain to catch the last of the fall colors in our yard

The rains are coming, with forecasts for high winds tonight, and it was a dark day at Rocky Point. I have had an absolutely fabulous day doing absolutely nothing. Well, almost nothing. I made a killer good navy bean soup. I also managed to download and read Rick’s blogging tips file, and have been buried in Picasa most of the day tagging photos and organizing. It’s easy to get sidetracked when doing this, especially when I find old scans of my children from the 60’s.

Welcome to the Bayfield Bunch, it’s nice to be followed! Thank you, although the blogging responsibility is starting to feel a bit bigger. I still really don’t plan to blog daily, but do hope to pay more attention to participating in this great community instead of just lurking around reading everything. After seeing all the photos of Al’s yard, I was inspired. Once or twice the sun tried to peak through the clouds and I ran outside to get some photos of the leaves turning before the winds blow them all away tonight. Of course, I had to try out the Picasa collage tool. I used this in the past, but had completely forgotten about it. I also had a ton of fun erasing telephone lines from some of my photos with the retouch tool. I can’t believe I never even saw that one before, since I used to use Photoshop a lot. I had no idea it was the same thing.

This morning we also had great fun planning a possible route for our California coastal trip commencing on November 1st. We are using the CampClub USA card and trying to find parks that will accept the discount. It’s not a small task with so many restrictions, especially on weekends and months other than January. Also, it seems that many of the campgrounds in the California state parks are closed after October. Somehow our trip is now scheduled with reservations and plans. I don’t know quite how that one happens, since I keep thinking we can just wander off and land where we land. But of course, that could put us in an unfriendly Wal-Mart with parking lot cops knocking on our doors in the middle of the night, so we opted for plans. While planning, I got lost in Google Earth, cruising around the estuaries on the coast. Our new Canadian made Swift kayaks should be here any day now, and we are excited about trying them out on the upcoming trip.