|Looking across the mountain at the 10,000 acre Coral Fire|
|One of the staging areas for imported firefighters from all over|
|The smoke is everywhere!|
|Cougar! Taken from a campsite without telephoto lens.|
|Giving Heather a goodbye hug|
|Stephanie and Bingo... Instant rapport!|
There are two red plastic toggles on the inside of our door. One locks the dead bolt, the other locks the door latch. It seems I inadvertently flipped the latch toggle when I went out the door, and the keys, of course, were in the house!
Our windows were open, thank heavens, so Richard saved the day with this heroic yet precarious break-in. Safety First is definitely not his motto, but I wasn't complaining.
And I will close with one final misadventure, which was also a lot of fun... We got lost.
It all started when we went to help a Forest Service worker, Diane, who was working with a group of teens building a fence for a remote dispersed camping area. She needed us to take some timber up to the the site.
|Diane, Richard and kids loading logs for Aimon Ranch camping area fence.|
Somehow, we missed a turn and wandered all over that mountain! Radio reception was spotty and cell phones worse, but we got through at last, then also met a local who gave more directions, and finally, we arrived at Aimon Ranch, our destination... but, since we were over an hour late, Diane and her charges had left already. There was a happy ending, they came back, we delivered the logs and headed down the mountain, stopping at this creekside oasis on the way. Such a beautiful way to live.
Of course, because of our radio transmissions, everyone in the Six Rivers Forest heard about our wanderings, so we get to take a bit of good natured ribbing... all part of the fun.
|Bye Bye until next time....|