Visitors

Sunrise at the Rock House this morning.

Craig and Kathy Bass, who bought our former home in Klamath are over for a bit of a desert fix. It was very nice of them to come and visit. Craig wanted to do some sight seeing as well as some fishing.

We went down to one of my favorite fishing holes on the Owyhee. It requires a quad ride down a fairly rough trail, but it was worth it. Craig got to catch some Small Mouth Bass, one of which was the biggest that I have seen. It was a bit more than 18 inches in length.

After we decided that we had a limit of Bass, it was time for some Catfish. We caught three or four, and I decided it was time to start cleaning them for our trip out. Craig soon had a nice one on his line. He got it up to the bank, and it was a monster. About 6 inches between the eyes. I told him to be careful, and make sure it was tired before he tried to get it on the bank. He soon decided that he wanted to hold it, so he drug it up on the bank and it spit out the hook, and started trying to get back in the water. Craig dived on it and somehow managed to miss all the barbs, but the fish didn't get back in the water. He wasn't about to let that one go.

Craig had lost his hook on his pole so he was minding mine while I filleted fish. I almost had to make him quit, because he kept catching more Catfish. I finally got ahead of him, so we gathered everything up and bumped our way out of the canyon.

I took the deep fryer out on the porch and we had some of the best tasting fish that there is, Fresh! I made a beer batter with Zataran's and Sour dough that was just right. We all ate till we were stuffed.

Then yesterday it was tourist time, I decided to show them the Prairie Falcon babies first.

This is how they looked when I first found them.

 This is how they look now

This is Mom keeping watch.

 Then we headed out to Jordan Craters for a picnic.

 It is reputed to be about 2500 years old.

Then our next stop was Birch Creek, a historic ranch bought by the feds and made into a ?park? It is comprised two ranches formerly established by a Basque Sheep herder and a West Virginia cattle rancher in the 1800's.

The top of the four mile hill down in there.

Our Picnic spot.

We had a nice lunch in the shade of an Elm tree. The dogs got to run around a bit and explore. I had four small "Baby Smoked Clams" and burped all the way home.

First flight of June 2018

I've been a little distracted lately, and really haven't done a damn thing other than sit around wishing I was doing something. Of course the weather has been a bit crappy, but that really isn't an excuse. Primarily it is because I have no one here to take up the slack if I don't come back. Prior years Karen was here to monitor the radio, and if I got in trouble, she could send help or what ever was needed. Now of course there is no one, and for the most part no one know when I go flying or where I might be going.

I decided today that my best bet is to just leave the doors open for the critters so that they can come and go as they wish. That way if I don't return within the normal time, they can at least get outside to do what ever they need, and it would also give them enough time for someone to realize in a day or two that things are not normal, and check on them. I am not all that worried about what happens to me, but I would hate to be incapacitated somewhere knowing that my critters are locked in the house.

I flew to the Alvord and back across the Sheepheads. I flew for 1 hour and 24 minutes, using 4 gallons of fuel and averaging 67 MPH, traveling 88 miles. My normal routine when making a video is to do a rough cut with the Virb edit program which gives me the speed, altitude, heading and a track. Unfortunately I fell victim to an update in the program and that information seems to no longer be available. That information and the ability to speed up the clip speed of the video was the two reasons that I even used the program at all. I knew better, but I did it anyway. Sigh!

https://vimeo.com/273592183     password   owyheeflyer

 

First fishing trip of the year.

Rafting season is over and it is time to check the Owyhee to see if its possible to do a bit of fishing there. My lady friend, Connie, was here and it was the perfect opportunity for her to see some different country and for us to have a little variation for dinner.

We loaded the quad with the things that we would need for an afternoon trip, and headed out. Its still a bit early for wildflowers, but with the light rains that we have been having they all couldn't stay dormant, so we had a few to admire.

I haven't actually been here for about two years, so it had grown up a bit. I was pretty busy with my guiding duties, so I was a bit remiss in my picture taking. The water was surprisingly high, so the sand bars that I normally use to fish from were still under water.

The fish were there and the bass were spawning. All had were carrying eggs just about ready for their beds. There were clumps of weeds floating down river that would occasionally gather on our lines. We caught about 8 Bass and then turned to Catfish. I tossed my line out and before I could even start getting Connie's line ready, had a Catfish on it. I gave it to Connie to handle and continued with my task. It was a 16 inch Catfish. I got Connie's line in the water and it didn't take very long until one was nibbling on her line. This one was a bit different. It was 22 inches long and quite heavy. That made plenty for a dinner, so we loaded up and headed back.

The water is still about a foot too high, but it is fishable  anyway. Looks to be pretty good as far as fish numbers.

Preparation for the fall Fly-in

Prior to Karen's passing we had several talks about what we each wanted if we should die. Most were conducted in the Hot tub, enjoying the evenings splendor and the winding down of the day. We decided that the survivor would have the other cremated and their ashes scattered on the place that we both loved- Casa de Piedra , The House of Stone. Not our name, but the one that was given to this place by the women who built it. I would of course take care of the scattering myself and if Karen was left then she would ask our friends who fly up here each year to do it for her.

Well it has come to pass that the chore is left to me, and I have decided that she will go to her final resting place here at the fly in this fall. Any and all who read this are welcome to come and join with us to thank Karen for the love and affection that she has given us one and all. Sept 8th, 2018.

There are many ways to scatter cremains (ashes) when it comes to airplanes it is a bit more difficult. If one opens up a door then a low pressure is created in the plane and you can be wearing your loved one. In my case the propeller is right behind me, and I don't intend to put Karen through that. (pun intended) So I decided that the attach point that is normally used to hang the wing when it is folded would work quite well. Here is what I came up with.

https://vimeo.com/269726719

It took two flights to get a finished product, but I am happy with the result. Now I just need to paint it and wait for you all to arrive.

Tiger's Camping trip.

With my current situation it is hard for me to go anywhere overnight. I can leave the Birds for at least one day of fasting, but leaving the Cat is a different situation. I need to make sure he gets his inhaler in the morning and the last thing at night. Yeah, I know, there are lots of cats, but this sucker is a bit different than the run of the mill puddy cat. Beside Karen would find a way to get even with me if I offed him. In fact the sucker has wormed his way into my affection not to mention impressed me with his adaptability.

Its pretty easy to get someone to drop what they need to do to come over and toss some quail to Jessie and Hope. Giving Tiger his inhaler treatment at 10 PM is a bit of a different story. So I have been exposing him to traveling. The Fifth Wheel is a no brainer. He thinks of it as his other home. He also doesn't mind riding in the truck. in fact he curls up and goes to sleep with the dogs. I noticed in the past that he would home on the fifth wheel, and was safe to let out to explore and whiz.

I took the fifth wheel in to get the heater fan replaced, slide awning also replaced, kitchen sink faucet also replaced and wheel bearings packed. Found out that it needed brakes as well. Then on the way home blew out a tire, but got lucky in that the rim wasn't ruined and there was no damage to the trailer itself.

My lady friend and I decided to take it on a test run, to Idlewild camp grounds on the way to her work site. Since I need four new tires, Burns was the place to get them and the campgrounds are just a few miles out of town. She would spend the night and then go on to her work at Silvies Resort the next morning.

After I arrived at the site I wanted,  I turned every one out of the truck and finished getting the trailer settled. Connie arrived in her rig, and we sat around a campfire and let the critters explore. I use shock collars on the dogs, but set it to "audible" in case I need to get their attention or to keep them from straying too far. Tiger really liked the woods, but stayed close to the rig and us.

Since it is so early in the year, we pretty well had the entire camp ground to ourselves. Tiger was quite responsible, and I didn't have to go looking for him at all. I got up about 5 AM while it was still dark and the dogs and I went out to water the shrubbery, Tiger went as well. I was a bit worried due to the Owls and possible Coyotes, but he did his business and came right back in without prompting.

It looks like I have a traveling partner.

Irony, the second time around :-/

I am sure that all of you are aware that Karen my wife for 53 years passed away in January. While I miss her very much, I also understand that she couldn't stay here any longer. So here I am rattling around in this house a bit like a rock in a tin can. I had great support from all my friends, and the special ones that I call "my little mothers". My phone rang every day and many times in those days from perceptive friends that knew that I needed to not forget that life actually does go on. To all of those, I thank and love you more than I can express. Its a bit difficult to decide whether to finish typing that sentence, or wipe my runny nose and dripping eyes. In any case, I am better with the time and the increasingly better spring days. I would like to share with you the quixotic reality of dating at 73.

The first thing that one sees in their friends eyes when the subject is raised is either, "Good for you", or a couple of blinks, and you know they are thinking "damn, that didn't take long". I even questioned my motives as well. I realized that I wanted the same easy relationship that Karen and I had. Not a replacement for Karen, but the same kind of relationship.

Well, bars and social opportunities being what they are when you live in an area that you only have two neighbors. One at 3 miles, the other at 25, can be a little slow. So its off to the dating sites. Match dot com was the obvious choice. Signed up for 6 months. It just might not be all that easy to find a woman that would like to move to a zip code that only gets mail three times a week.

I don't know if any of you elderly folk have ever successfully taken a selfie or not, but I found it to be a bit harder than I thought it would be. First you have to learn how to reduce all those wrinkles and frown lines, not to mention holding the damn phone straight, and all at the same time. Even if I could find someone to take it for me, I would be entirely too mortified to do so.

So I cobbled together what I felt would be a suitable representation of who I thought I was without making it sound too bad, but trying to put a bit of shine on it as well, and began waiting for all the offers to come rolling in. 

Next I put in a "search" for women 65 to 75 within 300 miles. 2400 pictures popped up. Most of them seemed to want to "go to the Super Bowl" or "Change someones life for the better." I decided that these were probably canned answers for those like me who were totally dumbfounded when asked to "describe yourself". What I did find that seemed to be a common theme, was that all these women had some sort of College degree. I am not sure that you will quite understand, but to me that information was a lot like the sound of a stick breaking behind you in totally dark woods at night. You must understand that in my time here on earth, those well educated, well meaning people have been the main obstacle to what I most wanted to do. Most of them seem to want to tell the rest of us, the unwashed, what to do and how to live. Then the rest of the prospects wanted to unfold their wings and see the world. Ain't happening!

So I decided that perhaps I might be better off with a class of ladies that were a bit more down to earth. I joined Farmers Only. This one gave me a lot more responses, but I noticed a new theme running through this one. All of them were loaded down with pets and horses and most wanted Ranchers for husbands, which lead me to believe that they were living in fairy tale land as well. Most of those poor guys work till they die, as well as all day long. My answer of "I am not a rancher, but I know of a couple, I would be glad to introduce you" didn't seem to get much response. Then there are those who put a picture of their horse, truck, dog or like one, a prize bull. Discretion got the best of me so I wrote to her and told her that I thought the Bull was pretty handsome, but I was really looking for a heifer. She didn't bother to reply? Then there was the Militia type, that I finally had to wish her luck in finding some one who would fit her.

The next was a category that I still haven't figured out. The one thing that they all have in common is their birthday "sign". At first it was all Aeries, now we are on to Taurus. The first I decided was air heads that either thought I could easily be parted from my pittance of a retirement. Now it seems it is veering into the area of "Cow shit". Below is an example.

I have tried all the standard come on's that generally pulls in unsuspecting telemarketers, but nothing yet has come of it. Such as- "If you are looking for a 73 year old fart, here I am"! or "Baby you look good to me tonight"! I guess I am going to have to work on my delivery. All of these have just one "soft porn" picture, with the only statement of  "looking for a man from 30 to 99 years old." I'll keep trying I should be able to find a response that will get one to commit herself, sooner or later.

Perhaps the most amusing thing that happened to me was at Karen's enshrinement to the "Wall of Remembrance" in Boise. I had two friends from NW Oregon that Karen and I had helped sponsor in falconry and a friend from Burns that had also been sponsored by us. A lady friend that we had known since the 80's was also up from Ca. for the occasion. They had all gathered at the house prior to the ceremony, and we all traveled there from home.

After the ceremony there was a dinner with speakers from the falconry world. Each inductee's family had two tables for all their guests. I noticed an older lady sitting alone at a table, so I went over to invite her to sit with us. She was either late 60's or 70's, walking with a cane, and the biggest false eye lashes that I had ever saw. They sort of resembled the Black widows that like to nest on my hangar doors. After my initial shock, I kind of liked them. It was sort of easier to think of them as pets. Linda, from Ca, immediately perked up and I could see the devil within her eyes come awake. That is not to say that she was mean, just mischievous. So Linda asked her why she came to the function? She looked at me and said " I'm looking for a husband, and I want him to be a falconer". I smiled and looked at Pat and Joyce. Both of their eyes popped open as though someone had pinched them on the butt, and then just as quick the eyes narrowed. At that moment I realized that if I ever wanted to get laid, I had better leave those two at home.

Denio Nev. Basque festival

Morning Sunrise 

I took a trip to Denio, Nev. with a friend, to a Basque festival and fund raiser at the community center there. It was a chance to get out for a bit as well as to see some interesting country again.

Of course the eye candy was the animals found on the way as well as the scenery.

This one was sleeping by the side of the road.

Yawning at the interruption, I could tell right away that he was impressed.
He would probably measure about 13 inches, which seem to be what just about
any Antelope Buck sports for ornaments.

 An Eagles nest in the canyon at Trout Creek. How ever 

this appears to be a Red Tail rather than the original owner.

After the dinner, which consisted of tradition Basque food -  Lamb Stew, Choriso, (Spicy sausage) to Pinto Beans, that still had the "crackers" in them. ( much to my discomfort later in the evening. ) The dances began.  I was captivated by this little girl that was right out there with the rest of the ladies. Its nice to see tradition passed on to the younger generation. 

While my date was captivated by this little rapscallion, with a hat that was way too big for him. He was all over the place, having great fun. While the hat was big it seemed a part of him and could sure provide him with plenty of shade. No danger of skin cancer, not sure how he would fair in a normal desert wind.

I was surprised and pleased at the community spirit and friendliness of all the people there. They had an auction that consisted of every thing from Loaves of bread, One of which went for $600.00 to toys for kids. They made sure that every kid in the room of about 200 people got a gift. I am not sure how much money they raised, but it was substantial. In the picture above you can see the edge of one of the loaves of bread. They appeared to have been baked in a dutch oven and somewhere in the 5 pound range.

It was a fun day and even a curmudgeon like me had a great time. I am constantly amazed at the people that inhabit this world of sand and Sage and how centered they are to the things that actually count in life. While enjoying a Milk Shake at Fields, we talked to a student surveying Short Eared Owls in that area. At the dinner, a rancher that owned enough land to be mind boggling, as well as a young girl of about 12 with a Duck. The people of the Denio area seemed to welcome every one, no matter where they came from, or who they were. What a great day!