September 28, 2004

Ready, Set...

Just about done packing. That took an entire 10 minutes. All there is left to do is check to see that my flight is still on time, shovel some grub into my tummy and get a good night’s rest. I have a feeling this trip will consists of 4-5 hours sleep nights, quite similar to the last one.

Northern Arizona forecast looks great. I fly home on the 12th, unless I just can’t seem to pry myself away from the backcountry. Talk with ya all soon, but I would guess the only place I’ll see a computer will be the sporadic visits to the hotels, if I’m lucky.

Let me know if there are any special pictures you want me to take and I’ll try and keep my eyes out for them.

September 27, 2004

Dig It!

I’m driving up my street Sunday morning and notice one of the neighborhood 11 or 12-year-old kids up the road from my house is digging a hole in his yard. I also notice that he is digging the hole right where the cable line leading to my house, and the rest of the houses past me, is buried.

Being the nice guy I am, I stop and politely tell him he really shouldn’t dig there, because it will slice a cable line. He then asks me “Where else can I dig?”

Hmmm. So the curiosity builds.

“Whatcha diggin’ for?” I ask.

“Nothing” he replies.

“Why are you digging a hole then?”

“Because I just want to dig.”

“Are you burying something?”

“No.”

“Are you digging for gold?”

“No, I JUST WANT TO DIG.” He says now getting a little irate.

“OK, well just don’t dig here anymore. Go in the back of your house and dig there.”
I come home later that day to find my cable is out. Lovely. If he still wants to dig, I suppose I could get him to dig some holes on my property, I’ve been wanting to plant some new trees.

The Big Bang

At the shooting range yesterday morning. I'm shooting quite happily, nice little 22 caliber tack-driving target rifle. It goes pop, pop, pop.

Guy comes and plops down next to me, pulls out his 50 cailber BMG rifle. It goes:

HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, EARTH SHAKING 9.9 ON THE RICHTER SCALE, SMACK ME IN THE EAR WITH A ROOFING HAMMER, FOOKIN BBBBOOOOOOOOOOMMM!!!

I go home now. Thanks for the warning you were going to give me a 24 hour headache, you f*cktard.

September 24, 2004

Cricket

After trying to get to sleep for an hour, I spent another two hours trying to find a damn cricket last night. It took me at least a half an hour just to figure which f'in floor the thing was on. Fianlly I get the floor figured out - the basement. My basement is still unfinished so the sound kept bouncing around, I'd think I had it cornered and then the sound would move to the other side of the room.

Enough of this crap, I says to myself, I'm calling in the muscle. So I get brutus down to the basement and tell him to "get the cricket". He doesn't understand. He knows "get the squirrel", "get the raccoon", "get the cow", "get the bird", but not "get the cricket". I'll have to work on that. It shouldn't be too hard, he like to eat bugs already, so no problem there.

With Brutus calmly sitting on the cool basement floor watching/dozing off, I start moving boxes around, looking for the chirping demon from hell. After moving at least a dozen boxes, I come across one I had forgotten I had. My stamp collection. Damn, I forgot I had it. I hadn't opened that box for at least 10 years. It still had the last 3 moving stickers on it from my last 3 moves.

With the cricket still chirping I cut open the box. Damn I have a lot of stamps. The box is about 3'x3'x3', and full of envelopes stuffed with stamps, mint sets, first day issues and plate blocks. I think I started collecting stamps when I was about 10, and did it for 5 years or so. How in the hell, did I accumulate what has to be at least 40, 000 stamps. damn, thats a lot of postage.

Anyway, as I'm losing myself in my memories of the stamp rush days, a little black cricket calmly walks out no less than 2 feet in front of my noggin. DIE cricket DIE! Was my first thought. But then a sympathetic feeling enters my mind, maybe he was calling me down from my plush, warm and very comfortable bed, just to help me remember some of my childhood fun. I scooped him up, walked him out to the edge of the woods in the back of my house and let him go.

I'd been going through my stamps for a few hours, and I was now pretty tired. The clock on the wall reads 4am, uhhgg. Not that I had to get up for anything, but I usually don't like to sleep the day away. I head back up to my bed, lay down, close my eyes and start to drift off thinking of all the collections I used to acculumalte like a pack rat. I had them all, stamps, all kinds of sports cards, star wars stuff, a rock collection, coins, hot wheels, bullet collection, american flag collection, sword collection, damn, lots of others too. There all down in the basement somewhere, in some other box, just waiting to see the light of day again.

I think I must have feel asleep, only for a minute or two, then, yup you guessed it. Damn cricket starts chirping again. GGRRRRR! What the hell, I didn't need sleep last night anyway. I went back down to the basement and searched out a few more boxes to open. It was kind of like Christmas in September. But now dag needs a nap, night night.


September 23, 2004

It's All in the Details.

Here’s a little more on my last adventure.

From Reno, there were four choices as described before. My first direction was south to the Lake Tahoe area. The weather couldn’t have been better, nice and sunny, but a good breeze to keep you cool after working up a sweat.

Most of the out of the vehicle stuff I did was on the west side of the lake, around D.L Bliss State Park. Parked right off the road and hiked down towards the lake. Not even 50 yards down the trail you run into a bunch of boulders, some small enough to jump on, a lot large enough for a good short climb. Came across a few that were way beyond my skills, pretty cool looking though. One had the shape of an inverted pear and was about 30 ft tall. It had a sign with a number 8 on it. Not sure if that was climb #8 out of some number or if it was a difficulty scale.

After bouncing around the rocks for a while I ran into a group of tree hugging, gun toting republican hippies. I know this combination doesn’t sound right, but that’s the closest thing I can come to a description. I hung out with them for the day and climbed the rocks they were quite familiar with. They might as well have been monkeys. Pretty impressive skills, but when you spend 3 months out of the year doing nothing but that, I guess you develop the monkey-agility thing. They invited me back to their place near Sunnyside just up from the park and we partied pretty hard for a couple of days, spending our days out in the rocks and mountains and evenings slurping some drinks and bouncing to some beats.

I said my farewells after a few days of this, not that it wasn’t fun, but it was time for my solo time. I’m not an introvert, but I’m not an extrovert either. I’ve taken the Meyers-Briggs personality test a few times for fun and I always come out right on the border of the E/I category for being etxro/introverted. So anyways, next came the North.

I drove up to the High Rock Canyon Emigrant Trails area and hiked a few foot trails, pretty amazing area. Hiking around there made me feel like I was an early settler trying to cross the great wilderness on my way to the Pacific. Didn’t soak in much of the historical signage, but there seemed to be quite a bit if you wanted to take it all in. I got the latest BLM maps for where I could and couldn’t take the Durango and set off in to the hills. I usually just picked a spot on the map that looked like it had good topo and headed to it. Usually when the sun was hitting close to the horizon in the west I’d pick a nice open area and camp out. Sunsets were mesmerizing, but the stars were better. Usually stayed up til the wee hours and woke up with the sun. It got a little cool at night, probably in the high 40’s or low 50’s, but I had my north face coat and liner not to mention 2 t-shirts and a sweatshirt to snuggle up in. I didn’t wimp out and sleep in the truck though. Never saw a soul once I went away from the BLM Emigrant trail boundary.

I was starting to reek of Bigfoot, so I drove south to Winnemucca and got a hotel for the night. Ooohh, warm shower, good. I headed south from Winnemucca to, well basically nowhere. Once you get south of the interstate out of Winnemucca, there’s not much besides dirt roads, rocks, dust and ghost towns. I like saying Winnemucca, just seems to flow off the tongue. I got some intel at one of the local bars in Winnemucca, by getting a few rounds of beer for the bar fixtures there. They marked a couple of spots on my maps of some good places to go. I was half-way thinking they were setting me up for an ambush once I got to the ghost towns they marked. It was a calculated risk going to the places these local ruff-n-tuffs pointed out, but I’ve come across a lot worse than these guys and came out unscathed before. The worry was unfounded, I ended up not seeing a soul the next few days. Either their intentions were good to start with and they were just being friendly or they got drunk and forgot they were plotting my death in some cruel fashion and going to leave me for vulture bait.

Anyway, I came across about a half dozen good sets of ruins, most just barely recognizable as the remnants of a town, but with a good imagination it was fairly easy to reconstruct how the buildings and streets were laid out. Two of the towns still had buildings standing, one had them all boarded up and the other I was able to walk through what was left of the structures. It wasn’t anything like you see in the movies, the place had definitely been scoured by treasure hunters, jeepers, and many, many others before. Most of the towns had abandoned mines littered all over the place. I went into a few, but not too deep, only as far as I could see the light still coming in. I had a flashlight, but only one. If I lost the light, I’d be screwed, next time I’ll bring three. Slept on the truck all of the nights a little ways outside of the towns just incase the bar lunatics showed up, sunsets and the stars were perfect every night.

Left the towns and came back into Reno the night before my flight out, got a hotel room out of respect for the people sitting next to me on the flight home. Oooohh, warm shower, good!

The only disappointment of the trip was the lack of wildlife. Didn’t see much other than lizards and vultures. Also I packed light, just a carry on, would have liked to have had a camera. Once home I slept for 14 hours the first night, I guess the 4-5 hours sleep nights had caught up to me.

I hope this fills a few minutes of your day k_sra. I aim to please. And yes, I do have a job. Well sort of. It’s more of a hobby, and I get to make my own hours. I had a real job once, working for someone else, and came to the quick realization that it sucked. I took a few months off, drew up a strategy of my early very near term retirement and followed it through. Now I work when and where I want, but only because I enjoy it like anything else, if it sucked I wouldn’t do it. I wouldn’t call myself wealthy, just comfortable to do whatever the urge brings.

Thanks for the close call on bringing in SAR in Worldgineer, I did say two weeks, and I it was almost that. Time flys when your having fun.

I'm off again on the 29th, Northern Arizona here I come. This time I'll bring a few more luxuries and of course my handycam so I can post a few pics.

September 20, 2004

Back Home, for now.

Howdy. Back from the West. Damn that was fun. Just what I needed.

First things first. Don’t ever buy a used car from a car rental company. Especially a 2004 silver Dodge Durango. I beat the living snot out of it, and would never wish this vehicle on anyone, ever. I went places with this thing that I wouldn’t have dared to with my Hummer. I have a new respect for Dodge Durangos though, it took everything I dished out. Took it to a car wash and made it look nice and pretty just before I returned it.

Highlights of Reno:

Made it down to Lake Tahoe, circled the lake and did some boulder hopping on the west shore. J.L Bliss state park or something like that. Quite fun, met some great people there that invited me back to their place for a few more days of fun in the sun.

Went North of Sulphur, NV and bounced around the rocks and hiked some Black Rock Desert/High Rock Canyon Emigrant Trails. This is where I did the majority of my truck abuse. Didn’t see a soul.

Made it East to Dixie Valley, Dixie, Boyer, Boomcat and a bunch of other ghost towns, most of them not on the map and didn’t have names. Most were trashed but a few still had some buildings standing that were worth exploring. Didn’t see a soul, accept for ghosts of course. Slept on the roof of the truck and watched the stars, ‘cause I ain’t ‘fraid a no ghosts!

Never made it West into Cali, but that trip will come, those sequoias are the bomb.

All said, that was a great breath of fresh air, thanks to Worldgineer’s inspiration. Only bad thing about the trip is it reminded me how much it sucks to live at sea level, get me above 5000ft now and I’m wheezing! What the hell?! I used to be a mountain goat!

One week turned into almost two, and it still wasn’t enough. I’ve got another trip in the works. This time I’m going back to my old stomping grounds in northern Arizona. Probably going to fly into Phoenix Sept 29th rent a truck and stay a few weeks. Prescott, Sedona and the Mogollon Rim are next. I think I've got the outdoors bug, and damnit, I'm gonna scratch it.

Brutus was happy I was home, he won't like it when I tell him I'm leaving again.

September 07, 2004

Bored

I'm bored. I was sitting here thinking, what can I do to entertain myself? Ever since Worldgineer said he's going camping in Cailfornia I've had this 'gotta get in the wilderness' urge. What better way to fulfill that urge than to drop everything and get lost!

So I'm off to northwestern Nevada and the surrounding rocks for some hopping. Sometimes you have to be spontaneous, and this is one of those times.

Just got my tickets and I'm flying into Reno tomorrow and renting a jeep. From there I'm not sure which direction looks best. South to Lake Tahoe? North to the ghost towns? East to hmmm not sure if there's anything to the East but rugged rocks, or West to the Redwoods?

I think I'll start with East and see if I can get myself lost in the mountains!

See y'all in a while! If I'm not back in a week, send out search and rescue! Wait, better make that two weeks...

September 03, 2004

New Girlfriend

It may very well be love this time. I mean it. I’ve felt this connection only once before, but she turned out to be a real b’tch. This one is different, gives me Goosebumps inside. You just know when it’s right, things click, you can hang out together, have a good time without a word spoken. She’s considerate, playful and runs a lot so she’s in pretty good shape. She’s French, doesn’t speak a word of English, but that hasn’t hindered the sparks from flying. The only drawbacks are the age difference, 6 years, and the size difference, about a foot and a half.

I just hope she sticks around longer than the last one, or Brutus will get all depressed again. Now if I could only find a woman like that…

September 01, 2004


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