Morning Encounters
(by Ruth, from Goose Lake, OR) The thing about summer is, it gets light around 5am. The thing about border collies is, they get up at daybreak. And want to do five miles. On my…
Susanville, Lassen Ale Works, and Lakeview, Oregon
Twenty or so miles from our Honey Lake campsite lies Susanville, formerly Roop Town (great name, eh?), named after the town’s founder’s daughter in 1857. We discovered a gem of a brewpub in town―the Lassen…
Open Door and Confessional Whore
I’m going to push back the promised post, “Mountain Men, Immigrants, Prospectors, Gold Rush, Settlement!” to tell you some stories of our current location at the Honey Lake RV park. Honey Lake is an endorheic…
Highway 395: Trackway (Part 2)
As the eastern Sierra and approximate Highway 395 route was a major bird flyway, so too it was a trackway for animals and the Native Americans who depended upon them for their sustenance. As…
Highway 395- Flyway, Track-way, Gateway, Highway (Part 1)
Nestled along the eastern Sierra range from southern California near the Mojave Desert, crossing into and out of Nevada, skirting the eastern edge of California, into the high desert of Oregon, and crossing the Columbia River…
Traveling through Terroir
Merriam-Webster: “The combination of factors including soil, climate, and sunlight that gives wine grapes their distinctive character.” How do we identify and relate to others? The microcosm of our personal world is wrapped up in…
Declaration of “Independents”
Switching from a noun: exemption from reliance on, or control by others; to an adjective: not dependent; not contingent or depending on something else; a free thinker. Ruth: My favorite word has always been Go.…