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Tag Archives: bigfoot
I went on my favorite weekend excursion: looking for Bigfoot. Not sure what I’m going to do when I find him.
Really we did a quick lap through Oregon. We went to Bend for a night to visit relatives and made a quick trip to the High Desert Museum which was awesome. They have Indian and pioneer exhibits AND animals and environmental exhibits. There was an indoor exhibit with turtles and lizards in a faux westerny setting with train tracks.
One of the turtles tried to crawl from between the train tracks and he couldn’t get his big boxy self over one of the rails. He stood on his back legs and strained while his front legs windmilled around trying to push over. It was harrowing to watch. I thought we’d have to cancel the rest of the weekend so I could stand there until he made it over. He had his scrawny neck pushed out so far I though they might have to examine him for neck strain later. Finally I had to stop watching because I was getting neck strain standing in front of the glass trying to show him (or her, whatever, it’s so hard to tell with turtles) what to do.
Before we left we went back to check and he was doddering around another part of the exhibit. “Whew,” I said. “Now I can relax. Let’s go to the gift shop.”
Awesome gift shop. We almost got Aunt Janet a t-shirt that said, “Endangered Feces” and had drawings of different kinds of scat.
Also in Bend I had an Ocean Roll which is like a cinnamon roll only 1000 times better. It’s a flakey pastry roll with salt, sugar and cardamom. After every bite I said, “This is the best roll I’ve ever had.” I actually didn’t realize it was cardamom and kept saying it had a magical flavor that stayed in my mouth so that I kept saying, “Ocean Roll” long after we left Bend. When I got home I did a little poking around and found someone who adapted a recipe after trying the same roll. I’ll post when I try the recipe.
Meanwhile, at lunch we had a brisket sandwich that was like a rodeo in your mouth.. That was the end of the Ocean Roll but mmmm, brisket.
Eventually we ended up in Grants Pass, Oregon where I met my family and we did lots more eating and took a jetboat excursion on the Rogue River which was amazing. Bald eagles! Osprey! Lots of water soaking me because no one warned me I was sitting in the dunk seat.
I took a waterproof camera on the jetboat but I had to be all old timey and drop it off for processing and I haven’t had a chance to go pick it up. More photos to come.
One more story from the weekend: the motel in Bend had a loud mini-fridge and since I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately, I decided to just unplug the dang thing so it wouldn’t disturb my sleep. I woke up at 3AM to DRIP DRIP DRIP. At first I thought it was raining but it sounded like it was inside. Then I realized CRAP! And while muttering, “I am so stupid,” under my breath I jumped up and had to move all our stuff near the fridge and grab a towel and clean up because the fridge was defrosting. Or defrosted, I should say, and got some clothes and papers wet. I remember thinking when I unplugged it that there was probably a good reason why I shouldn’t but I couldn’t possibly be the first person to do that.
Well, it was all nice and defrosted when we left in the morning.
Bigfoot museum in Willow Creek, CA
I wrote myself a little list of items I wanted to write about. We’ll see if I can remember what I intended to say.
Pad Thai: I made Pad Thai by myself at home. Given the huge quantities of awesome Pad Thai in our area, I would never do this again.
I’m feeling better. So? Were you worried about how I’m feeling?
NaNo: I’m not doing daily blog posts nor writing a novel this month. I’m doing a modified version of the novel thing and writing 1000 words per day. I think writing a 50K novel in a month is a good exercise to do once. Then I think it’s a waste of time and energy. I’m not working on anything in particular. Just trying to get my groove back. You didn’t know I’d lost my groove? Well, I don’t tell you everything.
Lunch: yesterday I tried a food cart I’ve never tried before. Nong’s Khao Man Gai always has a huge long line. I like to try the carts with a huge long line. Nong has one thing on the menu: chicken and rice. It comes with a little carton of chickeny broth and a wrapper with a scoop of rice and a scoop of chicken which has been cooked to magical perfection. There’s a container with some sort of garlic-Asian-heaven sauce that you dump over your chicken and rice. It was unbelievably delicious. I thought about it all day. It’s going to go into my regular rotation.
Two stories: I’ve really dialed back my short story reading. (1) so I can read more novels (here’s the list) and (2) because I was reading a ton of stories and finding very few I was excited about.
I’m going to recommend two:
From Daily Science Fiction Moonlight and Bleach. If you’re anything like me you’re going to read the first line and think, who needs another werewolf story? Trust me.
On that note we’re out the door an on our way to the Day of the Dead party which has been our favorite party of the year for at least the last 5 years.
Klamath River looking downriver from Ishi Pishi Road.
I had this thing open on the desktop all day yesterday and couldn’t get it together to finish and post. I wasn’t in the mood to do anything yesterday. Even watch TV.
I woke up at 6am and couldn’t get back to sleep. Why do I always wake up at 6 on my day off? I got up and made a cup of tea and started to read and then my eyes felt a bit droopy. I woke up at 9am. Among the most brilliant naps of all time.
I finally dragged my butt out of bed and took care of a few errands. I made granola and watered the yard. I have a tomato bigger than a golf ball out there. Photo and endless nattering about it to follow.
Me and the fraidy cat reading Asimov’s. Shy Boy was a feral cat who is partly domesticated. Whenever I arrive he hides and runs away if he sees me. Until he randomly decides it’s safe to crawl in my lap and bug me.
My inbox is completely out of control. Everything in there is something I need to do and for every 5 I clear out, 5 new ones arrive. Actually the whole house seems like a bunch of things I need to do or problem solving activities.
Vandals hit the Panamnik Building. They broke a window in the post office and then tore this sign all apart. Dad thought he could fix it but they did a good job of destroying it. It was an exciting weekend. Someone got shot four times in the leg. “Oh, so it wasn’t an accident?” I said. Someone else drove off the road.
The trip to California was a big hit. We managed to do a little bit of everything. Thursday night falafel feed. Meredith and Aunt Janet made about 3000 falafels and there were plenty of leftovers. When the crew gets there in August there will be falafel for everyone.
Giant chestnut tree at Grandma’s place falls apart during a wind storm. Apparently it made a lot of noise when the limb, which is bigger than a lot of trees, came down.
Erin and I went down to Grandma’s place and took a long walk that included picking cherries. We filled our pockets.
The brush dance starts at sundown and goes all night and the last dance is early in the morning. I went for a couple of hours when it started and then went back with Mom and Erin in the morning.
Old Timer’s Parade
After the dance we went back home to make Dad a father’s day breakfast and then we went to the Old Timer’s parade. I hate parades except for this one. And the Bigfoot parade in Willow Creek.
Bigfoot Parade from 2005
After the parade was the Old Timer’s picnic. All the fried chicken, deviled eggs and potato salad you can eat. Then there was a softball game.
The beautiful Sinead in her dance dress. Those girls dance all night in that heavy dress.
We’ve just returned from the farmer’s market. The weather is perfect plus there’s some sort of festival going on at the park so there were millions of people, strollers and dogs and I had enough rather quickly.
I’m trying to get organized here. It seems like everything I try to do involves something that is broken, lost or not working right. I had two simple projects. One involved two nails and one involved two screws and those took about an hour and I made a ding in the wall. Oh well, I’m sure I have many other fine qualities.
Also today: catching up on my beg-a-thon goal. I’ll update that tomorrow.