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Category Archives: Orleans
Klamath River upriver from Orleans, July 2017
So to clarify, I am updating my progress for week #3. We are starting week #4 today.
My work flow was out of whack due to a my trip to California. But I did the following:
1. I finished the teaser story for the romance series. It’s shorter than expected but a clean draft so shouldn’t be too much work to get it ready for distribution.
2. I worked on polish and fixing on the romance manuscript. I also figured out a fix to some of the things that were bothering me about the ending.
3. I didn’t do the blurb. I can’t help it, I keep avoiding the blurb. I did epic administrivia and worked in the yard during the hottest part of the day. I found all sorts of things to do instead of work on the blurb. I’ve got 2 more weeks.
I am going to abandon the idea of revisions to the spec fic short story that I have been submitting. I only have 2 more weekends to get the manuscript finished so all my attention will be devoted to that.
Same general area. Klamath River upriver from Orleans, March 2017
The rental house next door is empty again. I am assuming it will be rented again. That will make the 9th tenants in 15 years. We’ve been lucky the last couple of times. We’ll see how our luck holds out.
We also had baby raccoons in the yard this morning. It was daylight so I was a little worried about them. We have a big hedge and no one is next door so I hope they found a safe place to hide. They make a cute chittery sound, like Tribbles.
Here’s all my classmates again if you’ve considered donating but haven’t gotten around to it yet:
The sleepless trend continues although now I’m sleepless in Orleans. We don’t have a schedule here so I can stay in bed as long as I want if I fall asleep again. But still, by afternoon I have a fuzzy head.
At the last minute I decided to go to California for Fourth of July since it’s my Dad’s birthday and we wanted some family time. My sister is here, too. Here’s Summer. I was trying to get her to do her silly face.
I think I’m numbering these posts goofy because today is starting week #3 but I’m reporting on week #2.
I worked on the story, the blurb and the draft but made little meaningful progress. I don’t get a lot done on the weekdays anyway and then Friday I was in the car all day driving here. I listened to S-Town Podcast on the way which was fantastic for a long drive with heavy traffic. Yesterday I read some commentary on it — this could be a whole other post but I’m not up for it right now — let’s just say I had similarly complex reactions about the story.
Back to my write-a-thon progress. I have plenty of time in Orleans but I’m not always inclined to work. I like to be outside and listen to the river and relax.
Here’s the view:
My goal for week #3 is to keep on doing what I’m doing but more. I have a couple of days when I get back home when I can be productive.
If you’re thinking about donating but haven’t yet, I strongly recommend sponsoring Raj because he is giving away prizes. Here’s his post with all the details.
Here’s the list of my classmates who are participating. Go hug a writer.
As per my entire life lately, I’m trying to do a million things at once. I left the taxes until almost the last minute so I’m trying to plow through that today. Also, the sun is out so I need to do my 15 minute gardener routine. And Timbers this evening!
This is Summer. She was a rescue dog and still has a few issues with socializing but she’s a cutie. She likes chewing on things and chasing a ball outside.
This is Gracie. She is a lover and will crawl into your arms demanding attention. She also terrorizes other dogs and most other cats, even though she is smaller than all of them.
This is what the Klamath looked like last week. High, muddy and fast. You can’t see the high water mark in this photo but it’s up on the grass.
I take a million photos of this view and I couldn’t put my hands on a better summer photo than this for comparison.
I failed to get a before photo so this is a screenshot of a similar dutch oven with original handle.
I spent the week hanging out with Mom and Dad.
I made no knead bread when I got there. At home I use sourdough but there I did the original NYT recipe.
I wanted to bake in Mom’s dutch oven but I was worried about putting the lid in the oven with that handle on it.
For my home dutch oven I bought a metal handle for the lid. I love they way they call it a “classic” stainless steel knob. Not just any old knob.
Mom and Dad live in the sticks and I was making the bread immediately so it’s not like we could run out and buy one or order one. I asked Dad if he had anything I could use.
He said, of course, and took me out to the shop.
Here’s a closer look in case you didn’t catch it in the larger photo.
Yes, that’s a box just for handles and knobs.
I got to pick which one I liked.
Then, we had to find the right sized screw.
The screw was too long so we had to cut it using a special cutting gadget that I failed to get a photo of.
I said: wow, you have a gadget for everything.
Dad said: I have gadgets that I haven’t figured out what they do yet.
And here we go. Ready for no knead bread.
When we go to California we take Grayback which isn’t a high traffic road. This photo (and the one on the header) were taken from lookout spot that has a picnic bench and I think some interpretive signs. I love stopping here because it’s so pretty.
On this particular trip we stopped so I could duck behind a bush.
While we were stretching and taking photos a truck passed the lookout, stopped, and started backing up.
Since I watch too many movies and write stories, I assumed they were insane murderers who had stumbled upon a couple of slow moving old people who would be easy to rob and then kick over the mountain. I looked at Bob. What I was thinking was: do we jump in the car and run for it?
Bob and I both edged closer to the car while the truck pulled in.
This is a tiny lookout spot. You could park maybe 4 cars if you were really determined.
A lady was driving and there were at least 2 other people in the car. The lady smiled and waved at me. The windows were partly tinted so then I assumed it was someone in my family who recognized our car and stopped to say hello.
We are out in the middle of nowhere and I went from murderers to relatives in 60 seconds.
Turns out it was neither. They just overshot the lookout and they wanted to stop to enjoy the view, too.
This is Ishi Pishi Road.
This is the view from Ishi Pishi Road. Would you speed in the middle of the night on this road?
The part where they crashed is narrow and winding but they were by houses and not on a cliff.
This morning I watched Mexico and Netherlands. I was slightly Netherlands leaning. Finally, in orange! But once Mexico held the lead for awhile, I was rooting for them. I don’t think you could watch the goalkeeper Guillermo Ochoa without falling a little in love with him. Another heartbreaker in the end and Big Orange goes to the next round.
I half-watched Greece and Costa Rica but it was mostly boring and choppy with some rolling around. By the end I wanted both teams to lose. Costa Rica led forever but then lost it and Greece equalized in stoppage time which meant it was going into an overtime round. I turned off the TV and Bob told me that Costa Rica went through.
Big Germany game tomorrow and USA on Tuesday and then 2 rest days to get me through until the weekend. We’re getting down to the real nail-biting now.
Finally, I’m going to tell about the car accident in Orleans. But first, World Cup action.
Thursday was, thank the maker, the last day of group play. Germany v. USA.
My gateway into soccer was via the German National Team and they are still my favorites which causes a lot of heartburn when they have to play against the USA. I wanted a good game, leaning Germany with the option of changing my mind if the party called for it.
Fortunately, it all worked out. Germany won and both teams went through to the next round. Whew!
Yesterday was a “rest day” but only from World Cup. I had a Timbers game to go to and it was awful. Terrible to watch and we lost. No need to go into details.
Then this morning 9am I was ready for Brazil and Chile. And there were stretches where I thought I was re-living last night’s game. Choppy and terrible to watch. Chile played their hearts out. Penalty kicks are awful and seemingly designed to make 1 man feel horrible. But Brazil goes through.
Tomorrow Netherlands v Mexico. That should be a great match.
Now, to finally tell the Orleans story. Relevant to the story: Orleans is in a rural area in the Six Rivers National Forest. My folks have a little trailer separate from the house and that’s where I stay when I visit.
I woke up in the middle of the night because of a weird noise — a high pitched humming sort of like a chainsaw. I got up and looked out the windows and didn’t see anything. Then I heard voices and I came to the most obvious conclusion: that there was marauding youth gang out murdering people with chainsaws.
I looked toward the house and the lights were on. I wondered how I should best prepare.
Then I saw my parents’ car go screaming out of the driveway.
It’s hard to tell but there’s a boulder and we think the car lost control and hit the boulder and then flipped. The whole scene didn’t make sense so we’re not clear what happened. Also, Ishi Pishi Road is the last road you would want to drive like a maniac on. I will try to post photos of it tomorrow. It’s very narrow and winding.
I ran to the house and went inside and the dog was there wagging his tail.
I then assumed that someone in my family must have keeled over and they were rushing to town (2 hour drive). My sister was visiting too, but neither of our spouses. I went from room to room looking for clues.
Why did they leave me? The dog wagged his tail. I didn’t think they’d leave the dog to the murderous youth gang.
I couldn’t come up with a scenario where the strange noise and disappearance of my family were connected. I knew I couldn’t sleep so I fretting on the couch and then searched for clues and then asked the dog why they left us there in regular intervals.
I finally went to the trailer to put on my shoes so I could feel like I was doing something productive and the car came back.
Here’s what happened. A car went too fast and flipped and started a fire. Fires in the middle of the forest in June are extremely hazardous. They’d seen the flames from their window and hurried to see what was happening. There were neighbors and other people helping to do fire fighting stuff in the hopes the fire wouldn’t spread.
There were young people in the car. One broke his leg. Allegedly there were illegal substances (plural!) found at the scene.
Mission accomplished, they were able to keep the fire under control until the volunteer fire department got there. And it looked terrible. But no one was hurt. Well, the guy with the broken leg was hurt. But no one died.
And my family promised to wake me up next time there’s an emergency.
Enjoy these photos of the Klamath River Bar, all taken in different spots and at different times.
I’m running out the door to BizarroCon for the rest of the day.
This is the Orleans end of the G-O Road. Back in the day it was going to be a logging road but construction was stopped when the tribes filed a lawsuit saying that the road was going to go through sacred lands and threatened their religious practices.
The case went all the way to the Supreme Court and the Court basically said, the road and timber harvest might be a bummer but wouldn’t force them to change their beliefs. It’s not a perfect analogy but it’s as if the government needed to build a bike path through the middle of a church with the argument that it wouldn’t force people to change their worship.
By the time the case concluded the lumber industry was bust and there was no reason to complete the road. So now it’s a lovely drive and handy for hunting and gathering.