A summer of wandering

Stone fly home
Stone fly home

We are lucky. We have food, shelter, love. I wish I knew how to bring peace and love to the rest of the world. What happens out there does take a toll on all of us. I’m trying to stay informed and well balanced. It’s very hard. After a slew of medical tests all is well, so far. One more test to go. I’m calling what appears to be a psychological malady Trumpitis. Stomach pain caused by fear and worry. Meanwhile I’m going to focus on the good I have and hope to share it with you and take my prilosec.

Over there in Montana we were fishing and cliff jumping and eating well. It was a nice break after a solid three weeks in Seattle. Today we are back in Alpine, OR. The Gypsy Carpenters are back at work and gearing up for the solar eclipse. Our trailer is parked at 99.67% eclipse totality. I read that the edge effects of the moon blocking the sun are glorious and mysterious and that we should make the effort to get to the 100% edge. Unfortunately that edge varies depending on your elevation and we just can’t be sure. In general calculations we need to be three miles north on Monday. For weeks the big debate has been should we make the effort and if we should, how? ‘Officials’ everywhere are predicting an epic micro-migration of the population and warning that we should shelter in place. They say the interstates will be immobilized and the markets will have no food. The Gypsy Carpenters are thinking we are pretty stout. We could walk 3 miles. We could float three miles. We could find our Gazeteer and drive three miles of back roads. What should we do? Stay or go?

I have my locally famous chorizo turkey meatloaf cooking while I contemplate all this stuff. That’s a way to focus on the good. Cook. Given the predictions of traffic and food shortages and the proximity of North Korea’s missiles, Burt indulged my paranoia and let me hoard some food. Part of the deal is I have to cook the food. Day one done. The rest of the menu is beans, lentils, peas. We’re going to get our fiber.

Blackfeet Nation
Blackfeet Nation. I think this found art sculpture is one of the finest I’ve ever seen.
Elvis wants to be with the cool kids.
Elvis wants to be with the cool kids.
The Bobo shows us he's still got it.
The Bobo shows us he’s still got it.
Cliff jumping
Cliff jumping
Olive was worn out. All that worrying.
Olive was worn out. All that worrying.
Cruising in the Lincoln.
Cruising in the Lincoln.
Owl Jerky.
Owl Jerky.
Mummified snowshoe hare.
Mummified snowshoe hare.
Bathing beauty.
Bathing beauty.
Yin Yang dogs.
Yin Yang dogs.
Team Gypsy Carpenter is on the road.
Team Gypsy Carpenter is on the road.
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3 thoughts on “A summer of wandering”

  1. As for the eclipse, do you have ISO certified eclipse glasses? I’d say walk there then; its morning in Oregon so back to food after the eclipse.
    We will be on the road going to ENT doctor in Sierra Vista when the eclipse is happening here.

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