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Hello my faithful 5 blogging friends. May the Goddess bless you in this season of commercial but friendly gift giving. I'm going to quit blogging because you 5 seem to be the only ones who can figure this out. Go figure. I'll be on facebook.

I've gone to ground at Pismo Beach -- south of San Luis O. and north of S. Barbara. It's a funky little beach town with lots of RVers. I'm here so I don't have to drive around for a while and they have the POOL OF MY DREAMS.

Peace, love, and vegetables.

California Dreamin'

I drove the Big Sur coastline – high winds dying down that grabbed the bago and made her sway – I had to slow down then, pull over to let the little cars go by – absolutely the end of the earth in the most beautiful way. The magnificent crashing smashing Pacific from on high. If you have accomplished work at the Tassarra in S. F. then you could go to the Tassarra hot springs – boo hoo; I’m not a Buddhist. Essalon (sp?) was closed to all but those with reservations. I was hoping for a least a peek as in the old days when you could sit in their hot tubs and look over the ocean. I’m really glad they fought Clint Eastwood from developing Big Sur into a convention center.
We are now out in the dry, oak, shrubby part of CA north of LAX. I like this country – full of snakes and ticks apparently – kind of like home. This country is big enough for cattle, a mens’ prison, a college town, and the national guard. Anna found Lucy hunting in a shrub patch near a gorgeous golf course – pretty area – north of San Luis Obispo. We walked on Morro beach today – that was fun – lots of dogs. I picked up a very pretty sandstone rock with colors on it. I was thinking: someone painted this and threw it into the ocean and it came back, or there is toxic waste attached to this rock – I stuck it in my pocket – it was so unusual. We met three women collecting rocks. Their mother is dying of cancer and they are building her a rock wall. I reached into my pocket and drew out the magic rock. They said, ahhhhh, in unison, so I gave it to them.
I “think” I saw a bristle-thighed curlew in with the whimbrels – my Sibley says it could have been. Some long-billed curlews gracefully hunted by. I saw marbled godwits, black bellied plovers, willets and one juvenile red-shouldered hawk sitting on a house, watching the whole beach.

We hiked in the H. Cowell Redwoods above Santa Cruz today – I’ve had enough of redwoods for a while. It gets dark down in them there hollows. I’m driving south on Thursday – I haven’t decided what I want to do next. I’m actually looking for a studio space to rent – one I can park beside, plug in and use the studio to finish working the final collection of dad’s negatives.
I got my ocean fix by driving from Santa Cruz north to San Francisco – some great beaches in that stretch of Highway 1. Jane Bailey found a RV park close to a spot they like to walk on – I had a fabulous visit with Jane and Rich while we walked. We ended our day at an Indian restaurant in the city – lovely.
Marcia and Earl Adams shared their family Thanksgiving with me. The food was great – as was the company. I really like the Santa Cruz area.
I’ve been reading Tracy Kidder’s new book about a school teacher. I could die of boredom reading this, so I’m casting about for new books. I’m looking forward to the biographies of the Medici wife and Katherine the Great.
Lucy gets off leash once a day. She finally disappears into the understory – full of thorns, rabbits, gophers, and all manner of leaves. There is no bush whacking in California. Anna is honing her skills as a tracker. I say – go – find Lucy, and eventually, she does. Sometimes it takes a half an hour or more but soon both dogs are digging away under a redwood tree. Lots of critters, not a lot of predators.
I have found more hummingbirds – lots of red-tailed hawks – I watched a kite working a field near Half Moon Bay – beautiful. When I do see a remote beach with a little herd of sandpipers they are usually sanderlings. The cliffs all have peregrines – yeay for the Peregrine Fund out of Boise! Maybe I should make finding a condor my next goal.

Driving the rig

If I’m on a big highway I get behind a big hauling truck and stay there, through thick and thin. There’s always his buddy truck behind me. It feels really safe and I can look around while I drive.
Sacramento was great. James Bowland was a kid the last time I saw him, now he’s a man with a family and a good education/job. I really enjoyed talking with both him and Gin. The kids were totally sweet. The whole house is decorated with the kids’ art and wonderful drawings of Gin’s. I forgot to take their photos and I’m so sorry – they looked great.
James gave me a good book to read: Nature Noir by Jordan Fisher Smith. He was a park ranger in the American River canyons. It’s a great read – how park rangers became law enforcement and the beauty of the land. I just finished driving that area and south into the Sacramento Valley.
I stayed at the San Luis Reservoir. I was the only RV in a campground designed to handle thousands of people through the summer. I saw several barn owls – one juvenile flew close to my face – lots of Montana birds hanging out with us: w. meadowlark, finches, white-crowned sparrows, kestrels all the way, same as ravens, turkey vultures, red-tailed hawks. Outside of Ione a ruby crowned kinglet chatted me up while I watched the fishermen in the boats trolling for cutbows and bass. Everywhere there wasn’t a boat a big fish would jump. Saw a cooper’s hanging over the off ramp driving to Bowland’s. I was too early for the sandhill cranes at Columnes. The ever present coot numbers in the thousands. A man once said, coots were the veritable chicken of the sea. Many sparrows flitting by. I don’t have my special sparrow book, but so far it’s mainly been song sparrows and white crowns that stand out, maybe a sage sparrow. I’ve seen buffle heads, ruddy ducks, pintails, mallards, a dark headed fly catcher – briefly – all the birds were easily shocked. I could tell people have been chasing them. Hummingbirds occasionally hum by, two northern shrikes, the white wing bar flash of mockingbird, and the very pretty scrub jay. I’ve seen one red-shouldered hawk, a plain titmouse – reading my bird book I learned that white-fronted geese fly in dynamic and artistic V formations like the ones I saw nf the Sacramento River. So I’m going to fantasize and say that’s what I saw. Great blue herons all the way, great white egrets and one of the smaller ones. Lots of west. Grebes all the way.
I’m camped back in the redwoods of Santa Cruz – the walks are wonderful. We walked into Fulton today and got groceries – Lucy did the whole thing on leash and seemed to almost appreciate it. I pick her up in traffic. Anna gives everyone crotch hugs. What can I say.
Tomorrow I face the quintessential American turkey laden table. At Chez Adams I will feast, plus meet her family.

It furthers one to cross the great waters

I stood on a bluff over-looking the entire ocean, without anything to break the view, ran the dogs, leaped back into the bag – the step is tall – and drove through a rainy day toward Sacramento – hopefully the rain washed the salt off the bago. All of Mendocino is dedicated to wine – every junk yard tourist stop is a front for a winery. It’s pretty. I could have driven this whole coast drunk. Instead I filled my water tank with Mendocino water and am hoping it tastes like wine.
The coastline on the very northern beach of California – Lost Coast – looks like a great place to return to. I couldn’t drive a rig down the narrow road –The curvy road to fort Bragg is impressive. I’m going to have to train Anna to carry a food pack – Ha. I think it would be totally wild for several miles – beautiful.
Jane Bailey and I both remember the time we hiked the Olympic Peninsula – in the 70s, out of Seattle to the coast—something like 20 miles. It was wild –great hiking on the sand and over rocks. I remember the enormous size of the driftwood logs on the beaches – I saw some of that in Alaska. Jane wrote a poem about the red deer we saw swimming in the surf.
Between Williams and Yuba City are some huge water reservoirs and one large wetlands preserve. I’m starting to see thousands of ducks and geese. Twice, once in OR and then in Mendocino I’ve seen small flocks of red knots. They aren’t common anymore. Two big vultures, ravens, and hundreds of gulls in a flock worried some kind of gut pile, probably a seal. A Peregrine floated over my head. I found a plastic like substance in the shape of a skull – a costume face for a Harry Potter movie -- found a newly washed up abalone shell; the abalone had turned to pink plastic.
Out onto the big agricultural vegetable capital of the united states. This is the first time I’ve seen it after harvest: the fields are newly tilled -- no Mexican pickers covered in towels and shirts against the poisons, no spray planes, no plastic gassing shields, definitely not hot, but very windy. Wherever there are grapes – the yellowed leaves hang on the vines – all in straight rows – huge fields. I stand in awe of the work that goes on here –the sheer amount of food that is raised here -- for miles down the state.
I’m plugged in along the Sacramento River. Thousands of ducks flew into the area during sunset – wave after wave of mewling ducks. Tomorrow is a myth – no plan bears fruit; it’s more like shaking the tree and watching for what falls out.

How big can a tree be

I'm wandering around in the large forests of northern CA. Yesterday I found a hike into a natural botanical garden full of redwoods and ferns. I wanted a spotted owl to fly by, but alas.... Back at the bago at dusk, the frogs came out. Lucy growled and prowled around for a long time looking for them.

I'm so glad Justin Beiber -- or as Tina Fey says -- Beee eee ber -- does not have to go through a paternity suit. Whew. Close. Sorry Gabi -- I still think he looks like Duane Newton. (sp?)

I saw a field full of elk. One big bull and a couple of young ones -- 20 cows. Hope you guys are getting snow for hunting in Montana -- elk steaks are sooooo yummy. Speaking of snow, I slept without heat in the bago last night. Ahhh, love getting warmer again.

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As of midnight my credit card should be working again. I ran into 2 men who told me everything I could ever want to know about taking care of a diesel engine. Sigh. And I thought men were supposed to ask me out to dinner.

Lucy is better on leash -- Anna considers the leash totally unnecessary and acts as dignified as possible while on said leash. Lucy has accomplished the great feat of leaping from the passenger seat into my lap as we drive down the highway -- she doesn't fall in between the seats anymore.

We walked through an old growth myrtle tree forest -- enormous trees -- huge wet leaves everywhere. Redwoods are next.

Inner Peace

I finally found inner peace. I love the Pacific Ocean -- I love the ocean. I have had moments of pure joy walking down the beach.

Anna doesn't go in the ocean because she can't drink it -- as she stood paw deep in salt water licking her lips, it was like watching someone drink their first marguerita.

I want to take this opportunity to thank all the married men who have helped me do all the guy things. May the Goddess grant you all your wishes and may your dreams come true.

There are thrift stores and trading stations everywhere. Living in a small space cuts down on impulse shopping -- but I did treat myself to a silver ring.

Southern Oregon is more logging, sand dune buggies and not as close to the ocean -- beautiful rivers full of fish right now.

California next.

Lindabago

I've been at Netarts for 2 days -- it's a sanctuary and estuary -- long beach at low tide -- outside is warmish, even sunny at times. Lucy sleeps in, will not get her feet cold until late afternoon. Anna loves being outside as much as I do. Had a great time watching surf scooters -- the males have bright orange and white bills.

Hopped on my bicycle and discovered the front brake is too tight. Mechanical genius that I am I powered my way up and down one road then made the grand decision to take it to a bicycle shop.

My neighbor is a fabric artist. She and her husband are staying here. She's opening a shop in Tillamook -- 8 miles from here -- we were enjoying our visit when a couple pulled in, parked between us and out jumped two terriers on leashes: snapping, pulling, charging; all teeth and attitude. Anna and Lucy and I just stared in dumb amazement.

Forging ahead tomorrow.

Lindabago

Lindabago

Welcome to Lindabago -- the 60 something woman with two dogs: Anna and Lucy, who are traveling the westcoast for the winter. Our goal is to explore.

I left Arlee, MT a week ago, stayed in Boise with my beautiful family and left them yesterday -- made it to Pendleton, OR which gets me out of the snow. Heidi, Brad, and Gabi helped me put the RV in order, Ben provided hours of entertainment and walks (with the dogs and the amazing Marathon runner Sasha) and Ashley, the enquiring mind.

At the first gas station I discovered my credit card was maxed out. Oh, that glorious thing called money.
Anna's ears stayed up as the RV creaked and swayed down the highway. Lucy just sat on alert. They are trying to figure out what happened to their happy home.

I loved the country between LaGrande, OR and Pendleton. It looks like good backcountry, even with snow on the ground.

Arrived at a KOA on the outskirts of Pendleton, plugged in and immediately blew a fuse, somewhere inside. Ah, Grasshopper, plug in only one electrical appliance at one time. The shower was divine -- huge shower head with easy adjustments and lots of hot water.

Traveling through the canyons of my mind, I pondered the vast scope of electrical energy in the world and especially in America. What an amazing display we make from outer space.