tyler returns

September 29, 2010

My man returns from the north tomorrow. I’m expecting him to look somewhat like this, except with a black eye and a big scratch across his face from tangling with a bear—and by ‘bear” I mean slipping and falling off a wet log. I hear he accrued this injury and many others this past couple weeks, none of them serious, most of them humorous.

We’ll spend the weekend in Portland and then make the long trek out to the old W.C. Hallelujah, Tyler returns!

hike to frances lake

September 20, 2010

I haven’t done many hikes this summer, and I’m really glad I did this one. Frances Lake is one of the many mountain lakes in the Eagle Caps and it’s a 9 mile hike in. There are a lot of switchbacks and you start to wonder if you’ll ever get there. We left at 5:30 p.m., so we had to hike the last couple of hours in the dark. It got cold. Morale started to wane. We met up with Caitlin’s family, who’d already been camping there for a few days. Moods improved considerably when we discovered that they had a warm campfire and no less than 4 different, excellent brands of whiskey to sample. We sat around the fire and sampled a fair bit. The rest of the whiskey appeared in the morning, as we all received “ticker starters” when we woke up. Coffee and whiskey go together just too well, especially when camping at high mountain lakes in the middle of the wilderness.

This is the view from our camping site. There was no one else around. I caught a trout for breakfast not too far from here. I’d brought some veggies from the garden and I fried it up. It tasted awesome after all that trail mix.

I went with a bunch of friends, who all had better backpacking gear than I did. They didn’t give me too much crap for it though, even when I busted out my tiny, dim, handheld flashlight when they all had halogen headlamps that are probably visible from Mars. They are a nice bunch.

We had a great view of Twin Peaks mountain, among others.

Caitlin’s dad, Peter, and granddad, Les, and some friends of theirs, were the ones we met up with when we got up to the lake. Les is 75, a Montanan, and tough as a boot. He kept us all chugging along at a fast clip. Caitlin’s family name is Blood and they are apparently descended from a pirate named Peter Blood. There’s even a movie about him, where he’s played by Errol Flynn. I wish I was descended from a famous pirate. Some people have all the luck.

Going back down the ridge was hard on our knees. We got to see all the cool stuff we’d missed in the dark the night before, though.

Do this hike if you get a chance, it’s amazing.

napoleon is no more

September 15, 2010

We aren’t quite sure why Napoleon died. Was it arsenic? An overdose of impotent fury? Or an old-fashioned hawk attack? The latter is our guess, because we found a very tired, wounded hawk out near the chicken coop around the time he disappeared. If it was the hawk, it won, but barely. We never found Napoleon’s body though, so it’s quite a mystery. Will he get an entourage of banty hen angels to lead him to the next world? We hope so. Bye, Napoleon. Go fight somebody in the afterlife.

We will always remember him thus:

P.A.E.: admiral scuttlebutt

September 14, 2010

The unidentified baby bird that I found floating in the ocean a few months ago turned out to not be a pterodactyl but a hideous seagull, or flying rat of the sea—whatever you want to call it.  I now know why people don’t usually keep them as pets.  They crap every 20 seconds or so (to great distance) and he would bite everyone but me.  He  got so spoiled from me feeding him fresh fish scraps that he refused to eat bread crumbs or even 2 day old fish.  Who has ever heard of a picky seagull?

He would come to me when I whistled for him and let me hold him occasionally, but mostly just squawk at me and try to peck the eyes of the pet geese we have up here.

Anyway he grew up and flew farther and farther away each day until one day he didn’t come back.   Hopefully he has learned to not be so picky down at the fish processing facility by the city harbor, where the rest of his hoard hangs out.  I leave you with this seagull themed space invaders update to waste some time with—enjoy and I will be back to the south lands soon.

P.S. I dont really feel that bad about scuttles anymore because I just discovered that I know someone who has met Richard Simmons, now I can check that one off the list.

P.A.E.: pictures of bears

September 11, 2010

I am usually too busy holding a gun to take any pictures on my tours, so here are some shots that my clients have sent to me.