There is a difference between being alone to enjoy your privacy and being isolated. I’d been parked in the Rogue-Siskiyou National Forest for over a week without internet, power, water, and humans. On the sixth day, a friend pulled up to Huck the RV to see how I was fairing. It takes a special person to drive all the way out here to be sure I’m doing well. She then gave me a ride into town to see about getting my generator fixed and to pick up my car.
It was 2 days too late to save the perishable groceries but just in time to get my Kindle charged! Reading material first! Food is secondary! With nothing to read, I was going batty. I’ve re-read both 2010 copies of Cowboy and Indians, for the fourth time and anything else that had text.
Got the generator running right and I was returning to Huck the RV when I stumbled into an adventure I hadn’t planned. On one of the many blind curves on the logging road leading to my camp, a young man had lost control of his car and gone nose first into the ditch. I was the first to arrive and stopped to see what I could do to help. After many feeble attempts at getting the car back where it belonged and some discussion, I decided to return to an area where placing a call was possible. I instructed him to walk to the head of the s-curve to warn approaching traffic. My main concern was the blind curve and the logging trucks that would be on their final run of the day.
In the meantime, I was so concerned about the potential of a bigger development, I turned a corner too fast and my generator fell over spewing gas into the trunk of my car. So much for getting my Kindle charged! A day and a half later, and my generator is still flooded.
Seems I lack the magic of generator cooperation.
Anyway, back to the car predictment. I retraced my trail until I could see I had cell coverage and placed his call for help. Then, back I went. Upon arriving at his car, he was no where to be found. He had left the car sitting right where it landed with nothing to warn the oncoming travelers. So, I forged ahead, stopping any traffic to tell them of the problem at mile 5 1/2. I could only pray the rest of the travelers drive as slow as I do on that road and was relieved to learn the logging was done for the day.
Back at camp, not to be outdone by the bad luck gremlins, I pulled out a drawing I’ve been meaning to finish. Ah ha! Something to do to maintain my sanity. Maybe tomorrow the generator will be dry enough to get back to work.
Before boredom forced me to return to my art, I had decided to look for the perfect location to build my solar shower room. I tripped happily through the woods looking for a tree with just the right angle and strength to hold the shower and bungie
corded tarps. I spotted it! But, (there’s always a but) when I stepped closer, I realized the markings on the side of the tree were from a bear and they weren’t very old. Now that will wake up anyone to reality. I made an immediate executive decision, I will do my showering IN Huck the RV.
After being on the mountain for a couple of days, I decided to relocate Huck closer to water. It takes me about forty-five minutes to walk to the spring and return with a full tub. However, after seeing the bear markings, I believe I’ll be taking my car to the spring from now on.
It will be another week before I have to go to town. By then I hope to have a plan on where I’m going next. North to Alaska? Or south to Nevada or Arizona? Winter is fast approaching and Huck needs new windows before the cold sets in.
Whose idea was this insanity anyway???? Well, Huckleberry Friends, as soon as I know where I’m going, you will be the first to know.
Until then, Happy trails.