{"id":2584,"date":"2013-08-23T16:25:03","date_gmt":"2013-08-23T16:25:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/perrellas.com\/?p=2584"},"modified":"2014-01-26T19:58:59","modified_gmt":"2014-01-26T19:58:59","slug":"august-18-23-2013","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/perrellas.com\/?p=2584","title":{"rendered":"August 18 -23, 2013, Millpond\/Crawfish"},"content":{"rendered":"

I am volunteering at the Glide Community Center one day a week to serve meals to seniors and help with clean up.\u00a0 It\u2019s a fun group of oldies and with my white hair, I now consider myself to be one of them. \u00a0\u00a0One couple just retired from traveling around the country serving as hosts for the state and national campgrounds.\u00a0 They are settling in Glide and come to the senior noon meal every week.\u00a0 We exchange horror stories, of which she has hundreds more than I.\u00a0 It makes for an enjoyable relaxing few hours and I get some \u201cme\u201d time.<\/p>\n

Back to Millpond, 30 minutes of snaking down skinny roads shared with huge 18 wheelers hauling 60 foot long raw timbers to the mills.\u00a0 In the opposite direction, the trucks return with rear wheels piggy backed, up the mountain to load more timbers.\u00a0 Thus far, they are better drivers than our campers who dash up and down the mountain taking up the entire road as they whip around the curves.<\/p>\n

\"Logging<\/a>\u00a0\"Logging<\/a>\u00a0\"Cinching<\/a><\/p>\n

John and I take our cart down the hiking paths when we visit our neighbors and his tendency is to drive at top speeds to get to our destination.\u00a0 It is something akin to Mr. Toads Wild Ride without Disney\u2019s steel rails holding the cart onto the road and John is grinning from ear to ear as he zooms down the paths. \u00a0\u00a0I hold tight to KatieBug so she doesn\u2019t bounce off and jettison into the woods.\u00a0\u00a0 As long as John remembers he is driving LilyPad and not the cart when we are on the road again, we all should survive.<\/p>\n

\"Mr.<\/a>\u00a0\"Stuck<\/a>\u00a0\"Weeeee!\"<\/a><\/p>\n

On the way to neighbor John\u2019s, we pass another swimming hole, then stop creek side to check on our recently purchased crawdad trap for the fifth time in two days, all futile attempts.\u00a0 Our first bate being a can of cat food with holes punched in the top, then bacon, neither catching anything more than leaves.\u00a0 We yank it up out of the water with plans to return it on our next trip to the big city, pleading false advertising.\u00a0 A few of our campers wade into the creek with tennis shoes, pick up rocks and snatch up the crawdads with gloves.\u00a0 No thank you.\u00a0 That looks more like painful twisted ankle than dinner.<\/p>\n

\"Another<\/a>\u00a0\"Crawdads<\/a>\u00a0\"Pulling<\/a><\/p>\n

Our early evening traverse to check the grounds pauses at the largest and oldest tree at Millpond, one they didn\u2019t cut down in the 1930\u2019s.\u00a0 This is KatieBugs favorite \u201csniffy\u201d place.\u00a0 Millpond was a logging camp and decades ago they cut most everything in sight without thought to future needs.\u00a0 Now you can see the multileveled green of replanted trees sprawling across the mountains.\u00a0 Oregon replants and thoughtfully plans all logging.\u00a0\u00a0 What they did not plan was this years massive destruction from wild fires burning out of control throughout the National Forests.\u00a0 \u00a0If the burn continues, there will be a scarcity of timber to harvest 20 years down the road.<\/p>\n

\"Millponds<\/a><\/p>\n

Waking up to another misty morning and a visit from Kenny, our maintenance manager, stopping by to check on the bat situation in the pavilion. \u00a0The new bat houses should be coming any day and they will be mounted in the pavilion\u2019s surrounding trees.\u00a0 Mr. Building-A-Better-Mouse-Trap guy is a story teller of gargantuan proportions and we look forward to his humorous engaging visits.\u00a0 After morning comedy time with Kenny and the maintenance crew, we all return to work. \u00a0\u00a0Back at the home site, a few persistent hummingbirds try to sneak by \u201cGuzzler\u201d for a quick drink.<\/p>\n

\"Mrg.<\/a>\u00a0\"Trying<\/a><\/p>\n

This morning we pull up for a quick trip.\u00a0 It is measure-the-shocks-on-the-rig day and we are driving LilyPad back up over the narrow zigzagging road to Roseburg for the first step.\u00a0 Alaska did a major job of destruction on our motorhome.\u00a0 It was a trip full of things falling down, snapping off, road grime everywhere and LilyPad is in need of a major clean-up ASAP.\u00a0\u00a0 Our pocket book is in for a severe beating as well. \u00a0When we arrived in Roseburg, John\u2019s \u201cprofessional\u201d said he was not comfortable measuring the shocks and wanted John to help.\u00a0 Excuse me?\u00a0 Not when we are paying the bill! \u00a0He sheepishly directed us to a professional in Eugene, 78 miles further away from Millpond.\u00a0 When we arrived, their shop was full of buses of all ages getting new suspension systems and I was very much at ease handing over the keys.\u00a0 After measuring and ordering, when the shocks arrive, they will install them.\u00a0\u00a0 Hopefully these new shocks will soften future bumps in the road.<\/p>\n

Nice quiet laundry day and a quick mop for the bathroom floors.\u00a0 Big storm headed our way with high winds, lighting and hopefully, some rain.\u00a0 Moved Ribbit out from under trees and moved loose things into our site storage room.\u00a0 I am thankful that we are under cover as there are reports in Roseburg of winds up to 45 mph bringing down huge tree limbs.\u00a0 Some of our campers left for home, most just shrugged their shoulders and said \u201cwith the fires, rain is a good thing\u201d. \u00a0\u00a0We waited up for the wind but it never came.\u00a0 By 11 pm the storm still didn\u2019t find us and only soft rain hung around.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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