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I do not remember dreaming. Sleep was good. I woke slowly, and still a bit stiffly, sorely. Oh, but this pleases me. I probably won't be getting out today, as hoped. I could, but I would be pushing too far, too fast, and I know it. This will happen, even in the best of times. I have learned, as Alaska natives in the cold, but for my own reasons, to go slower... slower... slower still. They learned not to move quickly or risk immediate death. I learned, so as to keep the body fresh for longer periods. My lifestyle by health fits the nature up there. It is something I have known for some time. You can still do, while moving slowly, to a degree. And there is still time for moving fast. Just learn to read the signs. Plus, while I may have failed to do as I hoped today, I am sure that Monday, or soon enough, I will hit it again.
As I mentioned, I did not remember any dream. I woke and needed to break down my coffee pack before I could make a fresh pot. Which I did extremely smoothly and well, save going through the rest of the cave looking for a pocket knife, three times, before finally remembering what I was going after long enough to actually retrieve it. Not old age, just 'morning dementia'. Which... I find quite entertaining when I realize that it is a trick, so long as I am not in a hurry (i.e. late, with company arriving, etc). That done, I came in and started my morning e-runs.
Still, on my literal brow, but right into my spirit, I felt a blessing. A soft, feminine, loving kiss. That of a mother, sister, saint. A simple kindness and... love. The kind that can make even stone nostalgic for a time of innocence. Even monsters need love, you know. There was just a touch of sorrow in it. And a blessing that can only come from the feminine to the masculine, unrequited, matronly, but not without a note of the difference. Familial, but with an allowance. Dream remnant, spirit moment, or morning thing, I cannot say. Real, to my mind, kind and soft. I will take it.
I am hoping to do some small things here in the cave today. Nothing fancy, nothing fast, just... enough so that I don't come to a complete stop. Yesterday was a stoppage. Needed perhaps. Today needs to be a bit more, and tomorrow, to be ready for Monday hiking. I also need to begin purchasing a few items for Saguaro Man. The big cooler came in. It's 65 quart. But with a recommendation of 2:1 ice to food, that leaves about 22 quarts for food. Now, I have some tricks I am going to play with the device.
Ah, but some music first. More coffee as well. Later.
Saturday, April 18, 2015
Alaska.
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Possibly just another story. But then so was here. I keep looking. I know I don't wish to move to some larger city up there. Alaska, Iowa, Utah, California, it matters not, a big city is expensive and trouble. A visit, of course. Next summer it is hoped. But while I visit, I would like to visit very specific small towns. I am not interested in ocean side living. Though, while visiting, since I would have to be there anyway, fresh seafood, perhaps proper sashimi, would be good. Yes, I was a sailor. but I was quite closeted. :p Did we just sink! Yeah. Are there any windows? No.
While Alaska is big, not much of it has road access. There are towns that seem to be in the literal middle of nowhere. No roads anyway. Some are on rivers, which is how I assume, along with flights, is how they travel. Some have nothing, I assume they subsist along with air support. Most towns are 10k population or less. I would like to spend, perhaps, a month up there. If I have time to fish, I will. If travel just won't allow for it, fishing is only a potential. Then again, on some days, I may need to "rest". Perhaps fishing could happen then... or not. The main goal is to see some of these small towns, talk to people, and figure connections out.
While I am there, I do plan to look over job opportunities, such as cabin sitting or more involved situations. I won't try to overdo. No herd sitting, or even coop watch unless it is mostly automated. I hear roof shoveling is a frequent requirement. The snow they get there is often powder. Nothing to sneeze at, but better than the really wet stuff. Though, I suppose, it really depends on where in Alaska one finds oneself as to the full truth of that. I simply wouldn't be up to massive work. Though I could probably maintain some simple things, especially if my life depended upon it. Bringing in firewood, keeping a boiler going, shoveling a roof, but not clearing driveways and sidewalks, even with push equipment. Hmm... come to think of it, I ought to learn to drive stick again.
At this point, I am seeing the trip as simply a visit. If everything worked out, and it just happened, that would be one thing. Even if I found a job sitting a cabin or lodge, that would not guarantee a move. And, if I did that, and decided to move, I would probably do that until I could save enough to buy land to begin building a cabin, and then stay at it until the cabin was complete. I might even continue such, until I could settle in as well as possible. Gearing up, arming up, storing, and figuring out life. Perhaps even saving on wood collection, and storing in the summer so as to have three, four, maybe five years of wood and a shelter built for it.
Just the dreams of a mad guru. But making dreams come true is one of the gifts of Father. I... just am not sure, down here, anymore. Getting crowded out, no real hope of much. It may simply not be possible though. You can only ride the free rail for just so long before you have to surrender. A visit, though. Maybe some fishing. A change of pace and maybe, finally, a visit to Alaska, or two. Odd, but the weather there, in the towns that interested me so far, isn't much worse than here.
Bedtime, and actually too late. Just can't seem to get to sleep early lately. Too many things whirring in my ear. Can't seem to sleep until I collapse into it. I think I pushed a bit much this week. Though the pressure to preform, in order to keep my license, was more of the problem, and remains so. Not sure about tomorrow. We'll see. Good night.
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Possibly just another story. But then so was here. I keep looking. I know I don't wish to move to some larger city up there. Alaska, Iowa, Utah, California, it matters not, a big city is expensive and trouble. A visit, of course. Next summer it is hoped. But while I visit, I would like to visit very specific small towns. I am not interested in ocean side living. Though, while visiting, since I would have to be there anyway, fresh seafood, perhaps proper sashimi, would be good. Yes, I was a sailor. but I was quite closeted. :p Did we just sink! Yeah. Are there any windows? No.
While Alaska is big, not much of it has road access. There are towns that seem to be in the literal middle of nowhere. No roads anyway. Some are on rivers, which is how I assume, along with flights, is how they travel. Some have nothing, I assume they subsist along with air support. Most towns are 10k population or less. I would like to spend, perhaps, a month up there. If I have time to fish, I will. If travel just won't allow for it, fishing is only a potential. Then again, on some days, I may need to "rest". Perhaps fishing could happen then... or not. The main goal is to see some of these small towns, talk to people, and figure connections out.
While I am there, I do plan to look over job opportunities, such as cabin sitting or more involved situations. I won't try to overdo. No herd sitting, or even coop watch unless it is mostly automated. I hear roof shoveling is a frequent requirement. The snow they get there is often powder. Nothing to sneeze at, but better than the really wet stuff. Though, I suppose, it really depends on where in Alaska one finds oneself as to the full truth of that. I simply wouldn't be up to massive work. Though I could probably maintain some simple things, especially if my life depended upon it. Bringing in firewood, keeping a boiler going, shoveling a roof, but not clearing driveways and sidewalks, even with push equipment. Hmm... come to think of it, I ought to learn to drive stick again.
At this point, I am seeing the trip as simply a visit. If everything worked out, and it just happened, that would be one thing. Even if I found a job sitting a cabin or lodge, that would not guarantee a move. And, if I did that, and decided to move, I would probably do that until I could save enough to buy land to begin building a cabin, and then stay at it until the cabin was complete. I might even continue such, until I could settle in as well as possible. Gearing up, arming up, storing, and figuring out life. Perhaps even saving on wood collection, and storing in the summer so as to have three, four, maybe five years of wood and a shelter built for it.
Just the dreams of a mad guru. But making dreams come true is one of the gifts of Father. I... just am not sure, down here, anymore. Getting crowded out, no real hope of much. It may simply not be possible though. You can only ride the free rail for just so long before you have to surrender. A visit, though. Maybe some fishing. A change of pace and maybe, finally, a visit to Alaska, or two. Odd, but the weather there, in the towns that interested me so far, isn't much worse than here.
Bedtime, and actually too late. Just can't seem to get to sleep early lately. Too many things whirring in my ear. Can't seem to sleep until I collapse into it. I think I pushed a bit much this week. Though the pressure to preform, in order to keep my license, was more of the problem, and remains so. Not sure about tomorrow. We'll see. Good night.
Friday, April 17, 2015
About hiking today?
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Not so much. Sore, tired, and the morning started on only the primitive aspect of the mind. I think I was a cat! As I was trying to wake up, I thought I heard... something on my roof? I was having a heck of a time waking, wrestling with the alarm clock. I had a tough time going to bed, then going to sleep, last night. Technically, I could have gotten eight hours of sleep. I certainly did not. If I got six I am probably luck. Toss and roll, shift and drift, think and consider. There was no focus. It's not as if some thing, or things, were particularly on my mind. I, honestly, think it was just the long week, and much ado, that stirred the background, turning the clear deep pool to mud. Never can see to the bottom, in some parts of that pool. But when I can't see in at all, it disturbs.
Anyway, as I was fighting the alarm, and then heard a thump, my mind giggled, "Santa!". When you aren't awake, all is fair in emotion and thought. My animal instincts kicked in, "That's NOT Santa!". I still had to drag out of bed. It was an ugly wake. A Picasso wake-up. Nothing was quite, of mind or body, where it should be. With the sore and ache kicking in immediately, to confuse the already odd mind, and limit immediate reconnection of mind and body, figuring out what to do as I got out of bed was tricky. As I was trying to sort it out, my bladder yelled in my eye. So, I shuffle scrambled to deal with that. I made it back just in time to look out and see if I had been dreaming or the sound was real. I had only heard one 'thump' up there. Could have been Mercury, being mischievous, you know.
Yep, there was someone out there. Two someones. In recent weather, there, along with the first of the rain was also a terrible blow. Steady wind, and gusts of some solid sort. I knew there were branches in the yard. But I had not reviewed much else. I have been focused on a few things, so had not done a proper survey. Leaving in the mornings or afternoons, I could have seen, but was... well... leaving and focused. Returning, I was usually so done that I wouldn't have spotted an elephant. As it turns out, my neighbors were removing an elephant sized pile of branches! They were just leaving as I looked out. I, still being in cat mode, and ugly(ier) from just having woke, was afraid to go out and offer thanks. But, this time, I know who. Often I don't. Sometimes I don't even know. As I mentioned, I only knew there were that many branches by seeing the pile in the back of their truck... think... bigger than a camper. Yes, yes. Thanks abound. So... it WAS Santa, and the Mrs. :p
As I might or might not have suggested, explicitly or implicitly, you decide, hiking is out for today. Which... is fine. I have been out... hmm... Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday, and will be out Saturday. No, not a great bit. But for me at almost any time, and certainly compared to the last few months, this is good. Hiking twice in there, and more hiking Saturday. Though I could hike today, so I only have one thing to tend tomorrow, might be a way to go. And I still might, as I wake, if I wish and can. Probably not though.
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Not so much. Sore, tired, and the morning started on only the primitive aspect of the mind. I think I was a cat! As I was trying to wake up, I thought I heard... something on my roof? I was having a heck of a time waking, wrestling with the alarm clock. I had a tough time going to bed, then going to sleep, last night. Technically, I could have gotten eight hours of sleep. I certainly did not. If I got six I am probably luck. Toss and roll, shift and drift, think and consider. There was no focus. It's not as if some thing, or things, were particularly on my mind. I, honestly, think it was just the long week, and much ado, that stirred the background, turning the clear deep pool to mud. Never can see to the bottom, in some parts of that pool. But when I can't see in at all, it disturbs.
Anyway, as I was fighting the alarm, and then heard a thump, my mind giggled, "Santa!". When you aren't awake, all is fair in emotion and thought. My animal instincts kicked in, "That's NOT Santa!". I still had to drag out of bed. It was an ugly wake. A Picasso wake-up. Nothing was quite, of mind or body, where it should be. With the sore and ache kicking in immediately, to confuse the already odd mind, and limit immediate reconnection of mind and body, figuring out what to do as I got out of bed was tricky. As I was trying to sort it out, my bladder yelled in my eye. So, I shuffle scrambled to deal with that. I made it back just in time to look out and see if I had been dreaming or the sound was real. I had only heard one 'thump' up there. Could have been Mercury, being mischievous, you know.
Yep, there was someone out there. Two someones. In recent weather, there, along with the first of the rain was also a terrible blow. Steady wind, and gusts of some solid sort. I knew there were branches in the yard. But I had not reviewed much else. I have been focused on a few things, so had not done a proper survey. Leaving in the mornings or afternoons, I could have seen, but was... well... leaving and focused. Returning, I was usually so done that I wouldn't have spotted an elephant. As it turns out, my neighbors were removing an elephant sized pile of branches! They were just leaving as I looked out. I, still being in cat mode, and ugly(ier) from just having woke, was afraid to go out and offer thanks. But, this time, I know who. Often I don't. Sometimes I don't even know. As I mentioned, I only knew there were that many branches by seeing the pile in the back of their truck... think... bigger than a camper. Yes, yes. Thanks abound. So... it WAS Santa, and the Mrs. :p
As I might or might not have suggested, explicitly or implicitly, you decide, hiking is out for today. Which... is fine. I have been out... hmm... Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday, and will be out Saturday. No, not a great bit. But for me at almost any time, and certainly compared to the last few months, this is good. Hiking twice in there, and more hiking Saturday. Though I could hike today, so I only have one thing to tend tomorrow, might be a way to go. And I still might, as I wake, if I wish and can. Probably not though.
Thursday, April 16, 2015
I still have my license.
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I had thought the 'written' test would be the difficulty. I did miss two of the five possible. Though to be fair, one of the questions I simply marked the wrong answer... meaning to and knowing the correct answer. The other question I "got wrong" was not wrong. It was a multiple choice. However, the test question added content that was not in the book. Now, while the test answer potential made perfect sense, according to physics, that it was not included in the manual meant that, usually, it would be the wrong answer. I call that a trick question. Still, no problems so long as I finished it. The driving test was much closer. Very close. That is quite particular. Then again, because my peripheral vision is good, I don't think the evaluator understood that I very much DO look in my blind spots. She usually tests people who have very poor eyesight and poor mobility, who have to goose-neck around and stare for a bit. Though the line for the crosswalk, yeah... I push that. Though rather typical from what I have seen, if typical doesn't matter for a state eval. At least she was pleasant. Not on anybody's side, but no need to chastise the messenger.
I did not get out early enough to hike, and by the time I was finished with the in-office minor physical testing, the written portion, and the driving part, I am not sure there was time to hike. The winter hours are until 18:00, for the path. I am not sure if these are still winter hours. Especially with snow, possibly, on the trail up there. So that was out for today. Tomorrow, though, I am hoping to go out and up, though perhaps higher into the high valley through the canyon. Or the trail. Just depends on how things work out. I did, however, get over to, perhaps, begin a project that has been haunting me for some time. It's been bugging me down to my bones. Time will tell if anything comes of it. It may take a bit of pushing... urhm... guidance. It is on my bucket list.
As it turns out, only my "diabetes" is an issue. I will have to see a doctor, and have him sign off on my "diabetes". The problem, it seems, is that they worry a diabetic could go into a diabetic coma. The thing is, that only happens when blood sugars dip low, like 60 or below. The DMV has no choice, protocol. The thing is, the V.A. knows damn well my blood sugar has never dipped except when they overloaded me on insulin, back when I lived in Iowa (seven to nine years ago), and then never happened again, before or after. My blood sugar, let on it's own, stays between 200 and 300 (though climbed to 600 when it first became known, and only because I was drinking regular soda at the time). Once I (mostly) gave up sugar, it stays in the 200 to 300 range without ever dipping. So, this is a political witch hunt. I will have to find a local doctor who will take cash, see what he needs, do that, and get this tended, while I remain here. No connection with the V.A. will be allowed, period. Can't trust the bastards. Some are good, some are pure evil, and I can't tell because they are all smiling.
So, now, I begin a hunt for land in Alaska, and begin figuring out how to extricate myself from here. I have no choice. They will hound me into a nursing home, overdose me to get as much cash for their system as they can out of me, then dump me in some hole if I don't leave before they get their hands on me... one way or another. I have a few things to do this year, promises to keep. Then... Time to leave you to it. All good, I was needing some incentive to do more. A raft, pretty soon, to begin learning to use it, seeing how trustworthy it is, perhaps even finding a small motor for it. Much of my camping gear will do, as is. A bit of practice in the summer, up there will help. And then cabin sitting next or the following winter to learn a bit more. It looks like there is no choice.
Yes, but I best get out tomorrow. I need to check the mail early. Then maybe check out a fly fishing shop I heard mentioned. I am out of money for anything extra this month, with the trip, so it will just be a meet and great, question and answer, scouting thing. Then to some trail or other. I hope there is still a bit of snow up there. There has been so little of it this winter. Later. Wait, make that a good night. I'm trying to maintain days. Hmm... in Alaska I won't have to do days... sometimes there are no days, sometimes there is no night. Yikes? Yum? Dunno. I'll find out.
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I had thought the 'written' test would be the difficulty. I did miss two of the five possible. Though to be fair, one of the questions I simply marked the wrong answer... meaning to and knowing the correct answer. The other question I "got wrong" was not wrong. It was a multiple choice. However, the test question added content that was not in the book. Now, while the test answer potential made perfect sense, according to physics, that it was not included in the manual meant that, usually, it would be the wrong answer. I call that a trick question. Still, no problems so long as I finished it. The driving test was much closer. Very close. That is quite particular. Then again, because my peripheral vision is good, I don't think the evaluator understood that I very much DO look in my blind spots. She usually tests people who have very poor eyesight and poor mobility, who have to goose-neck around and stare for a bit. Though the line for the crosswalk, yeah... I push that. Though rather typical from what I have seen, if typical doesn't matter for a state eval. At least she was pleasant. Not on anybody's side, but no need to chastise the messenger.
I did not get out early enough to hike, and by the time I was finished with the in-office minor physical testing, the written portion, and the driving part, I am not sure there was time to hike. The winter hours are until 18:00, for the path. I am not sure if these are still winter hours. Especially with snow, possibly, on the trail up there. So that was out for today. Tomorrow, though, I am hoping to go out and up, though perhaps higher into the high valley through the canyon. Or the trail. Just depends on how things work out. I did, however, get over to, perhaps, begin a project that has been haunting me for some time. It's been bugging me down to my bones. Time will tell if anything comes of it. It may take a bit of pushing... urhm... guidance. It is on my bucket list.
As it turns out, only my "diabetes" is an issue. I will have to see a doctor, and have him sign off on my "diabetes". The problem, it seems, is that they worry a diabetic could go into a diabetic coma. The thing is, that only happens when blood sugars dip low, like 60 or below. The DMV has no choice, protocol. The thing is, the V.A. knows damn well my blood sugar has never dipped except when they overloaded me on insulin, back when I lived in Iowa (seven to nine years ago), and then never happened again, before or after. My blood sugar, let on it's own, stays between 200 and 300 (though climbed to 600 when it first became known, and only because I was drinking regular soda at the time). Once I (mostly) gave up sugar, it stays in the 200 to 300 range without ever dipping. So, this is a political witch hunt. I will have to find a local doctor who will take cash, see what he needs, do that, and get this tended, while I remain here. No connection with the V.A. will be allowed, period. Can't trust the bastards. Some are good, some are pure evil, and I can't tell because they are all smiling.
So, now, I begin a hunt for land in Alaska, and begin figuring out how to extricate myself from here. I have no choice. They will hound me into a nursing home, overdose me to get as much cash for their system as they can out of me, then dump me in some hole if I don't leave before they get their hands on me... one way or another. I have a few things to do this year, promises to keep. Then... Time to leave you to it. All good, I was needing some incentive to do more. A raft, pretty soon, to begin learning to use it, seeing how trustworthy it is, perhaps even finding a small motor for it. Much of my camping gear will do, as is. A bit of practice in the summer, up there will help. And then cabin sitting next or the following winter to learn a bit more. It looks like there is no choice.
Yes, but I best get out tomorrow. I need to check the mail early. Then maybe check out a fly fishing shop I heard mentioned. I am out of money for anything extra this month, with the trip, so it will just be a meet and great, question and answer, scouting thing. Then to some trail or other. I hope there is still a bit of snow up there. There has been so little of it this winter. Later. Wait, make that a good night. I'm trying to maintain days. Hmm... in Alaska I won't have to do days... sometimes there are no days, sometimes there is no night. Yikes? Yum? Dunno. I'll find out.
Difficulty getting to sleep.
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I had to push. Nervous about today. I've told you why, if not when. I'll fill you in, or not, when it is over. I couldn't get to bed until after 1:00, but slept well enough. I wasn't sure I'd be able to wake. The decent sleep and rest yesterday, plus some other things, was enough to see me awake with a normal nearly eight hours down. I may have hit the snooze bar a time, maybe two. Which is more than a good wake, far less than a bad one. Just a twitch. Today is a twitchy day. If it goes badly, I will definitely be moving out of state, if that will be a great deal more complicated. Or could be.
Actually, there might be an even easier way to survive in the boonies. If it turns out I can't hunt, there is something called proxy hunting. For those who love to hunt, if my disability is considered bad enough, they can hunt for me, and even fish. Lots of rules and regs, depends on where you live, etc. But... it would give me a chance. If I hunted one, or two, and fished a bit, but had an avid type out there, I could do quite well, and easily. So long as I had access to those willing to do so. More so, if it turns out, that my proxy hunter could be from out of state, and I lived in fly-in country. Though, my guess is, for those who can't pull tags in some areas, or didn't get a tag, in the more populated areas, a zip up to back country for a free hunt, other than transportation, might not be a bad deal.
Then again, might fool you. With a few pieces of gear, a bit of hunting and fishing practice, I might be able to get all I need myself. Still, company, once in a while, wouldn't be all bad. And they could bring in wanted/needed supplies as a part of the allowance. Saving a few coin on having it flown in myself. Can't really sell rights, I suspect. But there is no reason not to do a kindness in return. Plus with a base camp cabin from which to work, not as many supplies would be needed, leaving more room for flour, salt, and a few other needed or wanted supplies.
I just don't know about some things, down here. Not sure how some things are going to work out. And there is much I cannot do here that I can do there. Oh, I may have found the boat I want. No "plans" on whitewater rafting. But you have to know, sometimes... there just isn't a choice. I really would like to a find a spit of land close enough to a river so as to be able to get to civilization that way, if really needed, or even wanted. Not on a river, just... close enough that a day hike could see me to one. The one shown here can handle 750*, there is one slightly bigger that can handle 850 pounds. Great for bringing in a luxury or two. And, there is a sail for it, for on larger lakes, while it will also take a smaller motor.
I am not sure if this boat is ideal, for the long run. But it would work for a visit to the backwaters, and I could learn to use it hereabouts as well. River and lake runs are easy enough. Further, there is no reason not to get such a boat, even should I stay. There is much to see here, and sometimes no other ways to see it. I have found the deluxe solo kit for about $900, for the one that can handle 750 (or me and 450 pounds of gear... in theory). *Oh, I was going to show the vid, but... every time I do that, when I go back to buy, the price doubles the next time I look. So... you'll just have to figure it out, if you want one. Just in case posting it is what makes it popular, or increases the cost in some other way.
Hmm... I suppose I should get going on a shower. I need to review that danged book again. A bunch of new types of interstate connections, and finicky numbers and ideas. At least some things haven't changed much, like dimming lights 500 before oncoming, and 300 behind leading, vehicles. It's open book, or so I was told, but with 81 pages to dig through... I'm more focused on what information is in which chapter, and then on details for memory. I prefer to find and check my answers, though even that isn't always good. Written in bureaucratic crap gobbledygook, meant to be unintelligible. I suppose somebody has to hire those who can't really read or write.
Still mostly cloudy, and it snowed last night. So, perhaps, up along the trail, there might be some snow. If there is snow on the trail, I am not sure that hiking is wise. Might be worth a shot though, and it might depend on if the last snow thawed and then froze again. Even wet, or more muddy, and the trail might be a bit unmanageable. I'll find out soon enough. Still thinking it might be best to hike before the testing, with a bite to eat and some rest before taking the tests? Dunno. Shower, bath, shave, and... Then I'll think about it. Later.
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I had to push. Nervous about today. I've told you why, if not when. I'll fill you in, or not, when it is over. I couldn't get to bed until after 1:00, but slept well enough. I wasn't sure I'd be able to wake. The decent sleep and rest yesterday, plus some other things, was enough to see me awake with a normal nearly eight hours down. I may have hit the snooze bar a time, maybe two. Which is more than a good wake, far less than a bad one. Just a twitch. Today is a twitchy day. If it goes badly, I will definitely be moving out of state, if that will be a great deal more complicated. Or could be.
Actually, there might be an even easier way to survive in the boonies. If it turns out I can't hunt, there is something called proxy hunting. For those who love to hunt, if my disability is considered bad enough, they can hunt for me, and even fish. Lots of rules and regs, depends on where you live, etc. But... it would give me a chance. If I hunted one, or two, and fished a bit, but had an avid type out there, I could do quite well, and easily. So long as I had access to those willing to do so. More so, if it turns out, that my proxy hunter could be from out of state, and I lived in fly-in country. Though, my guess is, for those who can't pull tags in some areas, or didn't get a tag, in the more populated areas, a zip up to back country for a free hunt, other than transportation, might not be a bad deal.
Then again, might fool you. With a few pieces of gear, a bit of hunting and fishing practice, I might be able to get all I need myself. Still, company, once in a while, wouldn't be all bad. And they could bring in wanted/needed supplies as a part of the allowance. Saving a few coin on having it flown in myself. Can't really sell rights, I suspect. But there is no reason not to do a kindness in return. Plus with a base camp cabin from which to work, not as many supplies would be needed, leaving more room for flour, salt, and a few other needed or wanted supplies.
I just don't know about some things, down here. Not sure how some things are going to work out. And there is much I cannot do here that I can do there. Oh, I may have found the boat I want. No "plans" on whitewater rafting. But you have to know, sometimes... there just isn't a choice. I really would like to a find a spit of land close enough to a river so as to be able to get to civilization that way, if really needed, or even wanted. Not on a river, just... close enough that a day hike could see me to one. The one shown here can handle 750*, there is one slightly bigger that can handle 850 pounds. Great for bringing in a luxury or two. And, there is a sail for it, for on larger lakes, while it will also take a smaller motor.
I am not sure if this boat is ideal, for the long run. But it would work for a visit to the backwaters, and I could learn to use it hereabouts as well. River and lake runs are easy enough. Further, there is no reason not to get such a boat, even should I stay. There is much to see here, and sometimes no other ways to see it. I have found the deluxe solo kit for about $900, for the one that can handle 750 (or me and 450 pounds of gear... in theory). *Oh, I was going to show the vid, but... every time I do that, when I go back to buy, the price doubles the next time I look. So... you'll just have to figure it out, if you want one. Just in case posting it is what makes it popular, or increases the cost in some other way.
Hmm... I suppose I should get going on a shower. I need to review that danged book again. A bunch of new types of interstate connections, and finicky numbers and ideas. At least some things haven't changed much, like dimming lights 500 before oncoming, and 300 behind leading, vehicles. It's open book, or so I was told, but with 81 pages to dig through... I'm more focused on what information is in which chapter, and then on details for memory. I prefer to find and check my answers, though even that isn't always good. Written in bureaucratic crap gobbledygook, meant to be unintelligible. I suppose somebody has to hire those who can't really read or write.
Still mostly cloudy, and it snowed last night. So, perhaps, up along the trail, there might be some snow. If there is snow on the trail, I am not sure that hiking is wise. Might be worth a shot though, and it might depend on if the last snow thawed and then froze again. Even wet, or more muddy, and the trail might be a bit unmanageable. I'll find out soon enough. Still thinking it might be best to hike before the testing, with a bite to eat and some rest before taking the tests? Dunno. Shower, bath, shave, and... Then I'll think about it. Later.
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
Lilith, Kali, Mother, sister, daugher, lover.
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Lilith, if stories hold, was the first woman. She was made of clay, just as Adam. She refused to submit to God's will for her, in submitting to Adam. In many ways. Frustrated with the way it was, she cried out the name of God, and was transported far into the wilds. When God next made a wife for Adam, He took a rib so as to bind the two by blood. Lilith, it is said, was the first woman to bear children to the sons of God. It is also suggested that she is the mother of vampires, through a coupling with Cain after he was marked but before she was cursed. A contentious woman, in the end none would have her. Her hate for that lead to her corruption, more so without God and then Adam to defend her.
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Lilith, if stories hold, was the first woman. She was made of clay, just as Adam. She refused to submit to God's will for her, in submitting to Adam. In many ways. Frustrated with the way it was, she cried out the name of God, and was transported far into the wilds. When God next made a wife for Adam, He took a rib so as to bind the two by blood. Lilith, it is said, was the first woman to bear children to the sons of God. It is also suggested that she is the mother of vampires, through a coupling with Cain after he was marked but before she was cursed. A contentious woman, in the end none would have her. Her hate for that lead to her corruption, more so without God and then Adam to defend her.
Exploring Alaska from an armchair.
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Call me general if you wish. At this point, however, I realize I know nothing. Finding a native, an active native, who knows some things about some things, is probably going to be the best way to go. Cavorting with the locals, when I get there, might be really good for spot information, opportunities, and such. It wouldn't be a great planning stage, though. Too late. Once the boots are on the ground, if planning hasn't been done, there is too much going on to attempt it. At that point, the plans will go away, to a degree, anyway. Boots on the ground means survival mode. The rest just becomes history, stories, perhaps legend... if you dare beyond what you should, survive, and then sell the story. Sort of like the last time I went 'free range' swimming? Only, I didn't sell the story. I merely lived it, out of the boat. As I am considering a boat to take with, one that can go in a plane, is big enough to handle gear and myself, plus minor whitewater if need be, my... memory stirs.
No, that isn't the plan. Still, stick with me for a while and you will... see some wild things. Sometimes right before you die. Dunno, just happens. Oh, and just to help you imagine? That video is half the time I was in the water, and the water was all, the whole time I was in, as the worst of rapids in the video. *smooch*
I have been looking at the travel costs. The largest coin drop would be simply getting to Alaska. If I simply drive to the ferry, and ride up, I can pretty much have any gear for my time up there. An airplane trip would severely limit would could be taken. It might be cheaper, but then I'd have to rent a vehicle. Plus, have to wonder if that handcheck at the airport was queer. Yeah, no. There is a way to drive through, but I have heard that is really rough country. And then, again, but with Canada's nanny state handcheck, though just on my goods. No thank you. Just for how things work, the ferry would be best. Expensive, but that's probably the best way to go.
The next biggest expense, if I can figure where to camp free, would be a plane ride into the interior, for a fishing and scouting trip. I am mostly geared for that, save watercraft. Well, and experience. I'd best buckle down and learn to fish, camp, hike, and paddle. Thankfully, so long as I don't mess with the complexities of hunting, I am in a good place to get solid experience. It wouldn't be bad to get experience both up and down, cold and hot, when I feel like it and not. If nothing else, I really would like to experience Alaska. Just once. Although, as noted, I might just get swept away. Oh, I'll survive it, it just might take a while to get back, or figure out what to do, exactly.
Cutting costs might be possible, by seeking someone who needs a ride. I have enough space. I will be traveling light, given all. A month or three up there, or so, camping for days or weeks in a spot depending on how tired I am or how good the fishing or whatever else is, or isn't. Enough MRE's, in case the food is too pricey and fishing doesn't work out. But all on the thinner of lifelines. Just enough to survive, with the hope of tending wants on a budget otherwise. While I wouldn't mind helping someone get up there, I won't babysit. If they are guide quality, however, who knows. As I get closer to the trip I'll begin putting ads in the right places, hunting and fishing mags, sporting rags, and online.
Yeah... quite a thing to swim class V rapids and make it out without an hospitalization though. One I was getting out of the boat, after being dragged back in, sure that I wasn't dead, again, or even damaged... I grinned like the shark that just took the big fish off your line. Yum! And, thank you! Yeah, I can probably do Alaska. Not skill, brute strength, smarts, just... can't seem to die. Later.
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Call me general if you wish. At this point, however, I realize I know nothing. Finding a native, an active native, who knows some things about some things, is probably going to be the best way to go. Cavorting with the locals, when I get there, might be really good for spot information, opportunities, and such. It wouldn't be a great planning stage, though. Too late. Once the boots are on the ground, if planning hasn't been done, there is too much going on to attempt it. At that point, the plans will go away, to a degree, anyway. Boots on the ground means survival mode. The rest just becomes history, stories, perhaps legend... if you dare beyond what you should, survive, and then sell the story. Sort of like the last time I went 'free range' swimming? Only, I didn't sell the story. I merely lived it, out of the boat. As I am considering a boat to take with, one that can go in a plane, is big enough to handle gear and myself, plus minor whitewater if need be, my... memory stirs.
No, that isn't the plan. Still, stick with me for a while and you will... see some wild things. Sometimes right before you die. Dunno, just happens. Oh, and just to help you imagine? That video is half the time I was in the water, and the water was all, the whole time I was in, as the worst of rapids in the video. *smooch*
I have been looking at the travel costs. The largest coin drop would be simply getting to Alaska. If I simply drive to the ferry, and ride up, I can pretty much have any gear for my time up there. An airplane trip would severely limit would could be taken. It might be cheaper, but then I'd have to rent a vehicle. Plus, have to wonder if that handcheck at the airport was queer. Yeah, no. There is a way to drive through, but I have heard that is really rough country. And then, again, but with Canada's nanny state handcheck, though just on my goods. No thank you. Just for how things work, the ferry would be best. Expensive, but that's probably the best way to go.
The next biggest expense, if I can figure where to camp free, would be a plane ride into the interior, for a fishing and scouting trip. I am mostly geared for that, save watercraft. Well, and experience. I'd best buckle down and learn to fish, camp, hike, and paddle. Thankfully, so long as I don't mess with the complexities of hunting, I am in a good place to get solid experience. It wouldn't be bad to get experience both up and down, cold and hot, when I feel like it and not. If nothing else, I really would like to experience Alaska. Just once. Although, as noted, I might just get swept away. Oh, I'll survive it, it just might take a while to get back, or figure out what to do, exactly.
Cutting costs might be possible, by seeking someone who needs a ride. I have enough space. I will be traveling light, given all. A month or three up there, or so, camping for days or weeks in a spot depending on how tired I am or how good the fishing or whatever else is, or isn't. Enough MRE's, in case the food is too pricey and fishing doesn't work out. But all on the thinner of lifelines. Just enough to survive, with the hope of tending wants on a budget otherwise. While I wouldn't mind helping someone get up there, I won't babysit. If they are guide quality, however, who knows. As I get closer to the trip I'll begin putting ads in the right places, hunting and fishing mags, sporting rags, and online.
Yeah... quite a thing to swim class V rapids and make it out without an hospitalization though. One I was getting out of the boat, after being dragged back in, sure that I wasn't dead, again, or even damaged... I grinned like the shark that just took the big fish off your line. Yum! And, thank you! Yeah, I can probably do Alaska. Not skill, brute strength, smarts, just... can't seem to die. Later.
An odd turn of events.
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While, to me, living in a stone house, the morning was a cool one, the truth is at sunrise the temperature hereabouts was 71 F. A wind from the south or southwest had heated the world right through the night. Only sun can really heat these rock homes, it seems. At some point, the wind changed direction, later in the day, in the early afternoon? Not exactly sure, but the warmth went away. The change caused a lot of dust to go very high, or so it seemed to me on the ground, into the sky. By the time I was returning yesterday, it started to rain just after I let my friend off at his place. It was a mud-rain. I had to use my spray every half dozen swipes of the blade, more or less depending on intensity, or the glass became a smudge of smudges. By the time I was within, say, five miles of home, temps had dropped into the low 30's and rain turned to snow. I was sure, even with the comparative plunge in temps, the snow would not last. When dinner arrived, I was asked if I had looked out my window, so I did. Don't have to tell me twice, or why, always. Unless I don't want to know, then you might not be able to tell me. Especially if I already know? Maybe.
Snow was accumulating. So I left my curtains open until a bit past dark, really, and just watched. I am amazed that it remains this morning. Never can tell. We got so little snow this winter, and this is such a mild version of it that no work needs to be done, that, for myself, I can't mind it. I actually wish today was a hike day. Hmm... I was going to go up tomorrow, after the driving cert, but... why not today? Sure, more gas use, and I am tired, and I do have something to do (read the driving book). I know. If I can read somewhere between an half and three quarters of the book before 11:00, then can get a shower in right after, I'll go hiking. If not, I'll slug it out, as it will mean I am too tired to be trying a hike. This is more like the weather I do better in. Catch a cold? I am... well... actually I am hot, but I like the cold. The cold and the night, and inclimate weather, are my friends, allies too. I consider them lovers without flesh, actually. Consorts of my will and ways. No, you don't understand.
The body is a bit stiff, and sore. All good. As I have mentioned, when those things are of my design, from the action of my will, and leading toward a higher purpose, those things are as welcomed as fresh air, a pretty face, a little attention, and sometimes even garner mild sympathy or empathy. Even from myself, if that isn't used as an excuse to quit. If I go, I will probably just keep to that beginner lower path I took last time. I won't swear that I will attempt to go further, but that is sort of the goal, at least in the long run. I am pretty sure I could go some further, though how much... Ah, but today I have no cause to be back early, or any other limit on time. So... And it is nearing the weekend. I only have something tomorrow and Saturday, both can be made to be rather light. Yes, I may push a bit further on that path.
Later.
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While, to me, living in a stone house, the morning was a cool one, the truth is at sunrise the temperature hereabouts was 71 F. A wind from the south or southwest had heated the world right through the night. Only sun can really heat these rock homes, it seems. At some point, the wind changed direction, later in the day, in the early afternoon? Not exactly sure, but the warmth went away. The change caused a lot of dust to go very high, or so it seemed to me on the ground, into the sky. By the time I was returning yesterday, it started to rain just after I let my friend off at his place. It was a mud-rain. I had to use my spray every half dozen swipes of the blade, more or less depending on intensity, or the glass became a smudge of smudges. By the time I was within, say, five miles of home, temps had dropped into the low 30's and rain turned to snow. I was sure, even with the comparative plunge in temps, the snow would not last. When dinner arrived, I was asked if I had looked out my window, so I did. Don't have to tell me twice, or why, always. Unless I don't want to know, then you might not be able to tell me. Especially if I already know? Maybe.
Snow was accumulating. So I left my curtains open until a bit past dark, really, and just watched. I am amazed that it remains this morning. Never can tell. We got so little snow this winter, and this is such a mild version of it that no work needs to be done, that, for myself, I can't mind it. I actually wish today was a hike day. Hmm... I was going to go up tomorrow, after the driving cert, but... why not today? Sure, more gas use, and I am tired, and I do have something to do (read the driving book). I know. If I can read somewhere between an half and three quarters of the book before 11:00, then can get a shower in right after, I'll go hiking. If not, I'll slug it out, as it will mean I am too tired to be trying a hike. This is more like the weather I do better in. Catch a cold? I am... well... actually I am hot, but I like the cold. The cold and the night, and inclimate weather, are my friends, allies too. I consider them lovers without flesh, actually. Consorts of my will and ways. No, you don't understand.
The body is a bit stiff, and sore. All good. As I have mentioned, when those things are of my design, from the action of my will, and leading toward a higher purpose, those things are as welcomed as fresh air, a pretty face, a little attention, and sometimes even garner mild sympathy or empathy. Even from myself, if that isn't used as an excuse to quit. If I go, I will probably just keep to that beginner lower path I took last time. I won't swear that I will attempt to go further, but that is sort of the goal, at least in the long run. I am pretty sure I could go some further, though how much... Ah, but today I have no cause to be back early, or any other limit on time. So... And it is nearing the weekend. I only have something tomorrow and Saturday, both can be made to be rather light. Yes, I may push a bit further on that path.
Later.
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Tired.
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I've been pushing for a bit. Nothing severe, as it turns out. I am not sore or terribly rough, just a bit weary of body. I was wondering why waking was so rough this morning, until I actually got up. Clouds, and a front of some sort, has moved in. It's a bit dark, and a bit cooler, with windy and gusts, this morning. No real problem. I probably did need extra sleep, and got it. It is not as if a 9:00 wake from a nearly midnight sleep is exactly an extreme over-sleeping episode either. Still, I won't have a problem getting ready, then going in to town. Just a bit of training on the next step in braiding and lunch, today. I might pick up another gallon of milk, but that would probably be all else.
I have decided, even if I can, that I will be going out, every few days, wind rain shine snow or whatever. Hopefully I can even push through the days I find myself willfully against more. I will just dress a bit more or less warmly, though how to beat the other resistance, I can't be sure. Perhaps knowing that, one way or another, this will be required for survival, might be enough? I have warm clothes in my pack, and rain/wet gear. Hmm... though I think I will put them back into the drybag. Even in the summer, a sudden plunge into that cold river, on an otherwise nice day, might well see me to wanting to change to dry warm clothes. At least if I wanted to continue my hike... or simply had a long walk back to the vehicle. Yes, as I become familiar, I have a tendency to become incautious. Trust me. *splash* It's most likely to happen. I also think one side of my mind... wants to know "what if", and doesn't mind 'losing face'. That part of me has no face, or care for such. Then again, that part does make life more... interesting.
I did check my blood pressure yesterday. The last time I visited the doctor, I didn't check what the nurse had measured. She wasn't happy, but then they are rarely happy with it. It was 158/110, when I did it myself. A bit high, but nothing unusually high. Higher doses of medicine will bring that down, but they will also end self-sufficiency, and are very difficult to maintain and regain if lost. Whether the medicines or the illness makes maintenance so difficult, or at times both, I can't tell. My guess is any and all of those can be the problem. I suppose, really, that may be my normal. It's pretty much my norm since 1999, so... Perhaps, if I can continue to get out, and up, fishing and hiking camping and maybe this next winter snowshoeing, I might be able to lower it. The goal is to be out at least three days a week, and as I can, to make one of those outings an overnight thing. If I do three or four nights out, hiking, fishing, and scouting wildlife, that would be enough. Still, if you get hooked on fishing yourself... funny how that hook can catch two creatures, enough might end up being never enough. I am just speaking of goals, thoughts, and ideas.
I have been reviewing ideas. A man-mule snow sled, for example. Not sure that would be perfect, for all areas. But it isn't a bad idea. Only experience and practice would lead to knowing when and how to use such a thing. For hunting, snowshoeing, and such. Sometimes it would just be extra weight, but where it could be used, it would be a huge boon. Lots of things come to mind as I begin thinking about out there, summer, winter, shine, and wet. Even should I end up staying here, I may not be here, technically, as I have been. I can't really travel out of state much, I am sort of locked into here, for now, for several reasons. Any state I pick, must be picked carefully. I do keep thinking about medical. The thing is, if I break my leg here or elsewhere, it will probably be in a place where I would have to set it myself. It doesn't matter where I live. As for the blood pressure and such, that is what it is.
If the weather warms, I hope to be out shooting and hiking later in the week. With one of my guns worked up to function, and two down, I want to get those running and get them out again, if not quite this week. Maybe one of them for next week, and then one when I return home. I'm not sure which will end up being the most work, so will probably go with the one I really want to get working. Though, who knows. Might get them both going, on rest days. Or I might end up not being able to figure out even one of them. Still, goals are goals. I best get a shower/bath in, then get ready to head to town. I am hungry today. A good thing, haven't been hungry, it seems, for weeks, mostly. Just ate because it was available, or as a gift for getting out. Later.
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I've been pushing for a bit. Nothing severe, as it turns out. I am not sore or terribly rough, just a bit weary of body. I was wondering why waking was so rough this morning, until I actually got up. Clouds, and a front of some sort, has moved in. It's a bit dark, and a bit cooler, with windy and gusts, this morning. No real problem. I probably did need extra sleep, and got it. It is not as if a 9:00 wake from a nearly midnight sleep is exactly an extreme over-sleeping episode either. Still, I won't have a problem getting ready, then going in to town. Just a bit of training on the next step in braiding and lunch, today. I might pick up another gallon of milk, but that would probably be all else.
I have decided, even if I can, that I will be going out, every few days, wind rain shine snow or whatever. Hopefully I can even push through the days I find myself willfully against more. I will just dress a bit more or less warmly, though how to beat the other resistance, I can't be sure. Perhaps knowing that, one way or another, this will be required for survival, might be enough? I have warm clothes in my pack, and rain/wet gear. Hmm... though I think I will put them back into the drybag. Even in the summer, a sudden plunge into that cold river, on an otherwise nice day, might well see me to wanting to change to dry warm clothes. At least if I wanted to continue my hike... or simply had a long walk back to the vehicle. Yes, as I become familiar, I have a tendency to become incautious. Trust me. *splash* It's most likely to happen. I also think one side of my mind... wants to know "what if", and doesn't mind 'losing face'. That part of me has no face, or care for such. Then again, that part does make life more... interesting.
I did check my blood pressure yesterday. The last time I visited the doctor, I didn't check what the nurse had measured. She wasn't happy, but then they are rarely happy with it. It was 158/110, when I did it myself. A bit high, but nothing unusually high. Higher doses of medicine will bring that down, but they will also end self-sufficiency, and are very difficult to maintain and regain if lost. Whether the medicines or the illness makes maintenance so difficult, or at times both, I can't tell. My guess is any and all of those can be the problem. I suppose, really, that may be my normal. It's pretty much my norm since 1999, so... Perhaps, if I can continue to get out, and up, fishing and hiking camping and maybe this next winter snowshoeing, I might be able to lower it. The goal is to be out at least three days a week, and as I can, to make one of those outings an overnight thing. If I do three or four nights out, hiking, fishing, and scouting wildlife, that would be enough. Still, if you get hooked on fishing yourself... funny how that hook can catch two creatures, enough might end up being never enough. I am just speaking of goals, thoughts, and ideas.
I have been reviewing ideas. A man-mule snow sled, for example. Not sure that would be perfect, for all areas. But it isn't a bad idea. Only experience and practice would lead to knowing when and how to use such a thing. For hunting, snowshoeing, and such. Sometimes it would just be extra weight, but where it could be used, it would be a huge boon. Lots of things come to mind as I begin thinking about out there, summer, winter, shine, and wet. Even should I end up staying here, I may not be here, technically, as I have been. I can't really travel out of state much, I am sort of locked into here, for now, for several reasons. Any state I pick, must be picked carefully. I do keep thinking about medical. The thing is, if I break my leg here or elsewhere, it will probably be in a place where I would have to set it myself. It doesn't matter where I live. As for the blood pressure and such, that is what it is.
If the weather warms, I hope to be out shooting and hiking later in the week. With one of my guns worked up to function, and two down, I want to get those running and get them out again, if not quite this week. Maybe one of them for next week, and then one when I return home. I'm not sure which will end up being the most work, so will probably go with the one I really want to get working. Though, who knows. Might get them both going, on rest days. Or I might end up not being able to figure out even one of them. Still, goals are goals. I best get a shower/bath in, then get ready to head to town. I am hungry today. A good thing, haven't been hungry, it seems, for weeks, mostly. Just ate because it was available, or as a gift for getting out. Later.
Monday, April 13, 2015
Lobster, anybody?
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I didn't take my hat today. The hike yesterday was so shaded, that a cover was more a bother than gift. On the way down the canyon, I was reviewing the hiking path I ended up using today, and it looked shaded. Actually, I more forgot the lid than anything, though if I had thought about it while otherwise packed, I would not have returned for it. If this is tea, bring me coffee. If this is coffee? Yep. As it turned out, I doubt if a third of the trail was shaded. I can't quite be sure, at the moment, how far I hiked, but it was about two hours. Some of that time was spent filtering water from the river to a canteen. That wasn't a break, as it turned out. Nearly squatting, while keeping my balance, but staying low enough so that the filter inlet would stay in the water, and holding everything just right in order to get the water into the canteen was... well... it was not a restful thing. A perched balancing act for five to ten minutes, as I sorted it all out. Walking, after that, was relaxing. But I did get red. From now on, something with a rim, for the head, will go along. A bandana simply will not do.
All good though. I need to get used to the sun anyway. I may use sun lotion too, if that persists. I walked quickly enough that my lungs got a little burn going. Not that what I was doing was all that fast, but for me it was. Other than the stop for water, and at the second damn where I turned around and took a break, I was hoofing it the whole time. I am a bit worn, but not terribly. For my condition, I did get a solid workout. If I can get up to three miles one way, I can begin walking locally. Beside the burns, I need to try to push my way back into condition, or as much condition as I can. A year to know, than a year or two to be ready for a change, regardless how things turn out... maybe. Even if I don't move, perhaps it is time I attempt to push through anyway.
I didn't get a bath in, just a shower. Time was ticking by too fast. Tomorrow I have an appointment, and will be getting a trim. Just that, and lunch, probably. Unless my friend needs to shop, or has some other errand to run. If I need rest, tomorrow other than those things, and Wednesday, I will ease off just a bit. I plan to be out again Thursday, then Saturday, for walking and an extra project Saturday. Which means I need to do some homework for Saturday. Easy, psychically, though the hardest of physical efforts can be far less than some others.
All good. I am pleased with today. I got going fast enough, rounded up the kit I wanted to test, set it up and worked out the kinks, and then tested it. The water was good enough. Though I am going to have to work out a system that isn't quite so taxing. Perhaps going prone on the bank, keeping it all low. Anyway, I was a bit surprised I got that all done, and that it worked as it should. Each time I go, I am going to work on that kit to improve utility. No bath, but that was quite a little bit of searching and fiddling, and I did get out just about the same time today as yesterday.
There are little things I can work through, each time I go. Spending a bit more time, rigging a few extra things, practicing lighting a small fire where and when allowed, or running the dual fuel burner if allowed, cooking a meal, perhaps tinkering with orienteering, photography, and a few other things. For now, just hiking the trail, until after S. Man. Then, perhaps, stepping it up, maybe to an overnighter or two, out and about. That trail system I was on is rather more than I had thought. I figure I could run the easy path, the one I am on, until I can do more. Than begin taking some of the more serious sections. I do believe there is a path that goes up and over, with the potential for camping up above. I am not exactly sure, but there is a ranger cabin along the path. Next time I am there I might stop to see if anyone has a moment to talk.
Later.
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I didn't take my hat today. The hike yesterday was so shaded, that a cover was more a bother than gift. On the way down the canyon, I was reviewing the hiking path I ended up using today, and it looked shaded. Actually, I more forgot the lid than anything, though if I had thought about it while otherwise packed, I would not have returned for it. If this is tea, bring me coffee. If this is coffee? Yep. As it turned out, I doubt if a third of the trail was shaded. I can't quite be sure, at the moment, how far I hiked, but it was about two hours. Some of that time was spent filtering water from the river to a canteen. That wasn't a break, as it turned out. Nearly squatting, while keeping my balance, but staying low enough so that the filter inlet would stay in the water, and holding everything just right in order to get the water into the canteen was... well... it was not a restful thing. A perched balancing act for five to ten minutes, as I sorted it all out. Walking, after that, was relaxing. But I did get red. From now on, something with a rim, for the head, will go along. A bandana simply will not do.
All good though. I need to get used to the sun anyway. I may use sun lotion too, if that persists. I walked quickly enough that my lungs got a little burn going. Not that what I was doing was all that fast, but for me it was. Other than the stop for water, and at the second damn where I turned around and took a break, I was hoofing it the whole time. I am a bit worn, but not terribly. For my condition, I did get a solid workout. If I can get up to three miles one way, I can begin walking locally. Beside the burns, I need to try to push my way back into condition, or as much condition as I can. A year to know, than a year or two to be ready for a change, regardless how things turn out... maybe. Even if I don't move, perhaps it is time I attempt to push through anyway.
I didn't get a bath in, just a shower. Time was ticking by too fast. Tomorrow I have an appointment, and will be getting a trim. Just that, and lunch, probably. Unless my friend needs to shop, or has some other errand to run. If I need rest, tomorrow other than those things, and Wednesday, I will ease off just a bit. I plan to be out again Thursday, then Saturday, for walking and an extra project Saturday. Which means I need to do some homework for Saturday. Easy, psychically, though the hardest of physical efforts can be far less than some others.
All good. I am pleased with today. I got going fast enough, rounded up the kit I wanted to test, set it up and worked out the kinks, and then tested it. The water was good enough. Though I am going to have to work out a system that isn't quite so taxing. Perhaps going prone on the bank, keeping it all low. Anyway, I was a bit surprised I got that all done, and that it worked as it should. Each time I go, I am going to work on that kit to improve utility. No bath, but that was quite a little bit of searching and fiddling, and I did get out just about the same time today as yesterday.
There are little things I can work through, each time I go. Spending a bit more time, rigging a few extra things, practicing lighting a small fire where and when allowed, or running the dual fuel burner if allowed, cooking a meal, perhaps tinkering with orienteering, photography, and a few other things. For now, just hiking the trail, until after S. Man. Then, perhaps, stepping it up, maybe to an overnighter or two, out and about. That trail system I was on is rather more than I had thought. I figure I could run the easy path, the one I am on, until I can do more. Than begin taking some of the more serious sections. I do believe there is a path that goes up and over, with the potential for camping up above. I am not exactly sure, but there is a ranger cabin along the path. Next time I am there I might stop to see if anyone has a moment to talk.
Later.
Not as fast, but pretty much everything.
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It didn't take me long to find the charcoal filter. I actually started where it was less likely to be. I did that as a method of checking other inventory and neatening up a bit. While I was at it, I set up a week only pillbox. I will add that to my pack, just in case. After finding the additional filter, I worked out how it fit together, where the charcoal powder went, and checked the main filter itself. It all looked good, so I assembled everything, then ran about a quart, or more like two, through the pump. Just tap water. Good for the main filter, anyway, but vital for the charcoal portion. The dry powder has to be rinsed until it runs clear. It still might take a couple of runs to get the chalky texture out.
Finally, I went looking for the canteens. This time I went right to where I expected them to be and was correct. Both still had water in them from... last fall? last spring? I did a sniff test. Both seemed good enough. Still, I rinsed them well, several times, and am about to load one of them up with home reverse osmosis water. The other will remain empty, to be filled at the river. I've had the purifier for quite some number of years, this will be my first shot. I have heard the main filter is good for about 50k quarts. I have a replacement filter as well. It would take a lot of trips to use even the main filter, I best get started. I won't swear that this filter will work. It is the one they hand out to servicemen, diplomats, intelligence agents, and others who will be going into real third-world situations, and be denied supply lines. I guess I will find out. If something seems off, I can always, then, boil the water after I have filtered it. In some cases, nothing is good enough. Especially if you are weak from illness or wound. Depends, a bit, on your own system. My system is pretty good, even given all.
I won't be getting out as early as I had hoped. Oh, and I still wish to call in an order for medications. But that shouldn't be a real problem. I'll be a bit quicker with the shower and bath though. Even so, it'll be just as late as yesterday, if not later. So, a run on the lower path, between two of the damns, give or take, at the base of the canyon will be the way to go. The next time I head out for hiking, I should be able to get out much earlier, and go higher up the river. All good, really. It's another great day to get out. It will probably be slightly cool up there, near the river, in the shade of trees and cliffs, to be an easier hike. With the ease of the path, I am hoping to make a couple of miles, though that will be based on time. Start heading up, the way back is so much faster! Still, call it splits so that I can return, for sure, on time. Later.
Hmm... I really out to get my camera going, while I am at it. Not this time, or necessarily next time, but... soon. One thing at a time, then a break, perhaps a step or two back, then... yeah, you know. But I will keep that on my mind. Perhaps I can start littering my blog with things no one can steal for political or social reasons? Hmm... better set my camera up to prove that the photos are mine. I don't care about use, I just don't want someone trying to steal my photos simply to deny me access. That's what it seems to have come to, innit? Yeah, later.
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It didn't take me long to find the charcoal filter. I actually started where it was less likely to be. I did that as a method of checking other inventory and neatening up a bit. While I was at it, I set up a week only pillbox. I will add that to my pack, just in case. After finding the additional filter, I worked out how it fit together, where the charcoal powder went, and checked the main filter itself. It all looked good, so I assembled everything, then ran about a quart, or more like two, through the pump. Just tap water. Good for the main filter, anyway, but vital for the charcoal portion. The dry powder has to be rinsed until it runs clear. It still might take a couple of runs to get the chalky texture out.
Finally, I went looking for the canteens. This time I went right to where I expected them to be and was correct. Both still had water in them from... last fall? last spring? I did a sniff test. Both seemed good enough. Still, I rinsed them well, several times, and am about to load one of them up with home reverse osmosis water. The other will remain empty, to be filled at the river. I've had the purifier for quite some number of years, this will be my first shot. I have heard the main filter is good for about 50k quarts. I have a replacement filter as well. It would take a lot of trips to use even the main filter, I best get started. I won't swear that this filter will work. It is the one they hand out to servicemen, diplomats, intelligence agents, and others who will be going into real third-world situations, and be denied supply lines. I guess I will find out. If something seems off, I can always, then, boil the water after I have filtered it. In some cases, nothing is good enough. Especially if you are weak from illness or wound. Depends, a bit, on your own system. My system is pretty good, even given all.
I won't be getting out as early as I had hoped. Oh, and I still wish to call in an order for medications. But that shouldn't be a real problem. I'll be a bit quicker with the shower and bath though. Even so, it'll be just as late as yesterday, if not later. So, a run on the lower path, between two of the damns, give or take, at the base of the canyon will be the way to go. The next time I head out for hiking, I should be able to get out much earlier, and go higher up the river. All good, really. It's another great day to get out. It will probably be slightly cool up there, near the river, in the shade of trees and cliffs, to be an easier hike. With the ease of the path, I am hoping to make a couple of miles, though that will be based on time. Start heading up, the way back is so much faster! Still, call it splits so that I can return, for sure, on time. Later.
Hmm... I really out to get my camera going, while I am at it. Not this time, or necessarily next time, but... soon. One thing at a time, then a break, perhaps a step or two back, then... yeah, you know. But I will keep that on my mind. Perhaps I can start littering my blog with things no one can steal for political or social reasons? Hmm... better set my camera up to prove that the photos are mine. I don't care about use, I just don't want someone trying to steal my photos simply to deny me access. That's what it seems to have come to, innit? Yeah, later.
Not as early as hoped, probably.
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Yeah, but the trash did get sorted, a bit more out, a couple of bags of leavings stowed, and then the lot to the curb. I also finished Tarnished Brass and will move on to The Servile State the next time I read. I have to wonder if one of the main officers is related to the author. If so, from what I can tell, the acorn may not have fallen far from the tree. Not an indictment, if I read it correctly. Good men often find themselves in flawed situations. And, should a man find himself in that situation, even the offer to take it to pistols personally is what can save or kill the goodness a man chooses to pay lip service. And the officer did so. There is a reason the military isn't supposed to be allowed to function within US borders these days. A line that is being pushed.
Next up, a shower and bath. My skin is weak. I was pretty sure, this last week, that I wouldn't be able to grab the eggs. I was even a bit worried that I might get burned. Just a feeling. It could be thought that the mind limited my ability. But I don't think that was it, in this case. I just have had this feeling that my skin is not up to par. That was something that was derived from other events within the last few months. Perhaps it is my skin that is not getting as much blood as needed. The rest of me seems more fit, but my skin has been weak. It may also have something to do with the wounds in my left palm, from dreaming. Keeping my nails short has not proven to allow that to heal. I may have to figure out a bandage glove for at night. It looks like, even with all care, the palm is not healing, and fresh scrapes seem to be continuing. The baths are helping my skin to heal. I would also guess, being more active may help. Just holding things, with strength, tends to strengthen my skin. The wounds on my palm are as if I was holding very thin cordage, and holding on very dear life. The wound from the middle finger is so close in that I actually can't consciously get that finger that tight into the palm. While awake, I sort of have to push it into place with my right hand, or it can't get in there. Strange. I never wake to pain, though, from the fist being that tight or the wounding.
Yes, I suppose I better get started. Actually, I will look for canteens and the charcoal filter attachment. Then shower and bath. Perhaps putting a bit of salve and bandaging my left hand. Any large break in the skin seems to weaken the whole of the skin. That might be a majority of my problem, right there. Well, that seems to be true for me. Even back when I was healthy. Whole or fragile, seems to be the way. There seems to be some minimum of cohesion, or it all breaks down, at some rate dependent upon how much damage exists. I am enough damaged, and ill enough to boot, that the amount of damage necessary, and the extent of damage, and the rate of lack of cohesion, are all maximized. Still, I'll work on it, and it will get better.
Later.
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Yeah, but the trash did get sorted, a bit more out, a couple of bags of leavings stowed, and then the lot to the curb. I also finished Tarnished Brass and will move on to The Servile State the next time I read. I have to wonder if one of the main officers is related to the author. If so, from what I can tell, the acorn may not have fallen far from the tree. Not an indictment, if I read it correctly. Good men often find themselves in flawed situations. And, should a man find himself in that situation, even the offer to take it to pistols personally is what can save or kill the goodness a man chooses to pay lip service. And the officer did so. There is a reason the military isn't supposed to be allowed to function within US borders these days. A line that is being pushed.
Next up, a shower and bath. My skin is weak. I was pretty sure, this last week, that I wouldn't be able to grab the eggs. I was even a bit worried that I might get burned. Just a feeling. It could be thought that the mind limited my ability. But I don't think that was it, in this case. I just have had this feeling that my skin is not up to par. That was something that was derived from other events within the last few months. Perhaps it is my skin that is not getting as much blood as needed. The rest of me seems more fit, but my skin has been weak. It may also have something to do with the wounds in my left palm, from dreaming. Keeping my nails short has not proven to allow that to heal. I may have to figure out a bandage glove for at night. It looks like, even with all care, the palm is not healing, and fresh scrapes seem to be continuing. The baths are helping my skin to heal. I would also guess, being more active may help. Just holding things, with strength, tends to strengthen my skin. The wounds on my palm are as if I was holding very thin cordage, and holding on very dear life. The wound from the middle finger is so close in that I actually can't consciously get that finger that tight into the palm. While awake, I sort of have to push it into place with my right hand, or it can't get in there. Strange. I never wake to pain, though, from the fist being that tight or the wounding.
Yes, I suppose I better get started. Actually, I will look for canteens and the charcoal filter attachment. Then shower and bath. Perhaps putting a bit of salve and bandaging my left hand. Any large break in the skin seems to weaken the whole of the skin. That might be a majority of my problem, right there. Well, that seems to be true for me. Even back when I was healthy. Whole or fragile, seems to be the way. There seems to be some minimum of cohesion, or it all breaks down, at some rate dependent upon how much damage exists. I am enough damaged, and ill enough to boot, that the amount of damage necessary, and the extent of damage, and the rate of lack of cohesion, are all maximized. Still, I'll work on it, and it will get better.
Later.
A really ugly good start.
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Not all good things are beautiful. This morning is among those ugly ducklings. It's already good, if not so pretty, and headed to a swan of a day. I didn't end up actually going down until nearly midnight. Why I can't say. It wasn't like my mind or body was fussing. I wasn't overheated from the day or attempted experiment. I wasn't too tired, nor simply too awake. Odd how both of those can be an impediment to sleep, isn't it? Whatever the problem, if I think I just lost track of time and drifted in later than I thoughtsville. I set the alarm for 6:00, hope the momentum from the last... week(s) would carry me. It did, after a fashion. I finally got out of bed at about 7:15. I must have snored, the back of my throat was dry. I did have to push, but once awake I seem to be doing very well. I am pretty sure I can push ahead with my plans to escape into the bush for a bit. Shallow bush is still bush, to my mind. Anywhere a mountain lion or rattlesnake have been encountered, where the natural environment, even air temps, can and have killed, where access is not dry, and even that element can kill, is getting toward bush. Not the wildest, but the edge, perhaps.
Trash, too, has to go out. I got the indoors out. Now I just need to complete the fill with the rake leavings and tote the thing to the curb. A shower/bath combo too, before too long. Then looking for the inline charcoal filter add-on, and maybe running that through until it runs clear itself, plus finding two canteens. One to be filled here, one to be filled up there. Not sure I will get all of that done, but if I can find parts of that kit. It depends upon how long it takes me to obtain the parts as to whether I get them ready. A bit a day and I should be fine by the time I wish to take them fishing with me. I want to be sure the whole system is up and running, and works to my satisfaction, before attempting to depend on it. Having some sort of backup, if nothing else simply filtering, then boiling, the water, is a must. Every time I go up there, I realize that the time to go up and out, and stay gone for several days, with just a small pack, a wool blanket, enough extra food for a few days, and fishing kit, is fast approaching. The neurosis of a wife can complicate that, children more so. Best do that and often, maybe even in the winter, before I lose the opportunity. Well, and to make sure, even so, that when it's time to vacate for a few days, I can. :p Run, run away, Brave Sir Robin! Even the bible discusses this. I take it that fellow did not have a fishing or hunting venue to which to escape. Heck, I can even do raw deserts... for a while.
I won't say I am strong, not yet, especially for my size. But I was able to, with my 29 pounds of pack over my wrist, able to, with that one hand as the other was full, unlock my door. It was more a matter of focusing to get the key into the locks. It was less an issue of strength than of fine accuracy detail. It wasn't really a test I set out to do, I simply didn't want to put anything down and that was the task I needed to do. Little things like that will sharpen my skills before too long. A lazy man, too, has ways of improving mastery. In this life, there is no easy way. I can't wait to get back up there, and scout, perhaps, a longer stretch. Perhaps visit with fishermen, begin to spot fish, and all. I was surprised how easily I scrambled up and down the banks, under branches, over roots, through small boulder fields. I always think that I must be done with bodily dexterity, having sat idle for so long. But nope. I'm still okay, exceptional for an old dead guy. And that was with the #29 pack. I even still know how to use a physical object as a balance point, without relying on it to climb. Good thing too, as twice when I did that, if I had put any dependence on two separate items, I would have been in trouble. A rock I used in one situation tumbled down after I had stepped over the reach and just brushed it with my foot, and one large branch I had thought planted in the ground was actually not attached to anything at either end. Paranoia has a price, but a value. You don't think I am paranoid simply about people, do you? It's, the world, all a trap.
Good good. An ugly morning, had to fight for it, but good. It is mine already, now. Later.
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Not all good things are beautiful. This morning is among those ugly ducklings. It's already good, if not so pretty, and headed to a swan of a day. I didn't end up actually going down until nearly midnight. Why I can't say. It wasn't like my mind or body was fussing. I wasn't overheated from the day or attempted experiment. I wasn't too tired, nor simply too awake. Odd how both of those can be an impediment to sleep, isn't it? Whatever the problem, if I think I just lost track of time and drifted in later than I thoughtsville. I set the alarm for 6:00, hope the momentum from the last... week(s) would carry me. It did, after a fashion. I finally got out of bed at about 7:15. I must have snored, the back of my throat was dry. I did have to push, but once awake I seem to be doing very well. I am pretty sure I can push ahead with my plans to escape into the bush for a bit. Shallow bush is still bush, to my mind. Anywhere a mountain lion or rattlesnake have been encountered, where the natural environment, even air temps, can and have killed, where access is not dry, and even that element can kill, is getting toward bush. Not the wildest, but the edge, perhaps.
Trash, too, has to go out. I got the indoors out. Now I just need to complete the fill with the rake leavings and tote the thing to the curb. A shower/bath combo too, before too long. Then looking for the inline charcoal filter add-on, and maybe running that through until it runs clear itself, plus finding two canteens. One to be filled here, one to be filled up there. Not sure I will get all of that done, but if I can find parts of that kit. It depends upon how long it takes me to obtain the parts as to whether I get them ready. A bit a day and I should be fine by the time I wish to take them fishing with me. I want to be sure the whole system is up and running, and works to my satisfaction, before attempting to depend on it. Having some sort of backup, if nothing else simply filtering, then boiling, the water, is a must. Every time I go up there, I realize that the time to go up and out, and stay gone for several days, with just a small pack, a wool blanket, enough extra food for a few days, and fishing kit, is fast approaching. The neurosis of a wife can complicate that, children more so. Best do that and often, maybe even in the winter, before I lose the opportunity. Well, and to make sure, even so, that when it's time to vacate for a few days, I can. :p Run, run away, Brave Sir Robin! Even the bible discusses this. I take it that fellow did not have a fishing or hunting venue to which to escape. Heck, I can even do raw deserts... for a while.
I won't say I am strong, not yet, especially for my size. But I was able to, with my 29 pounds of pack over my wrist, able to, with that one hand as the other was full, unlock my door. It was more a matter of focusing to get the key into the locks. It was less an issue of strength than of fine accuracy detail. It wasn't really a test I set out to do, I simply didn't want to put anything down and that was the task I needed to do. Little things like that will sharpen my skills before too long. A lazy man, too, has ways of improving mastery. In this life, there is no easy way. I can't wait to get back up there, and scout, perhaps, a longer stretch. Perhaps visit with fishermen, begin to spot fish, and all. I was surprised how easily I scrambled up and down the banks, under branches, over roots, through small boulder fields. I always think that I must be done with bodily dexterity, having sat idle for so long. But nope. I'm still okay, exceptional for an old dead guy. And that was with the #29 pack. I even still know how to use a physical object as a balance point, without relying on it to climb. Good thing too, as twice when I did that, if I had put any dependence on two separate items, I would have been in trouble. A rock I used in one situation tumbled down after I had stepped over the reach and just brushed it with my foot, and one large branch I had thought planted in the ground was actually not attached to anything at either end. Paranoia has a price, but a value. You don't think I am paranoid simply about people, do you? It's, the world, all a trap.
Good good. An ugly morning, had to fight for it, but good. It is mine already, now. Later.
Sunday, April 12, 2015
A few things done.
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Needing to figure out how to get the girls fed while I am away, I had to get busy figuring out when I would be leaving and returning. I... mostly... got that sorted out. Since I was doing that, and wanting to rest on the way there and back, I decided to look for lodging. A bit of checking, and I got a room for the way up and back. I'll drive the longest on the way up, before stopping, which works well. Then I don't have to push leaving here, noon will do, with time to eat if need be. With a shorter leg on the way back, I won't be pushing check-in time. Some areas are very expensive, some areas aren't. From what I have seen, paying more for a "scenic" view (near a county/state/federal park) isn't worth the extra coin. Though, how good any particular hotel or motel is can only be known by staying there. I chose the same hotel for up and back. I did reserve a room at another hotel, one which I will have to cancel. I wasn't paying attention to mileage, and then I noticed, after booking, it's low rating.
I finally got around to trying to pull eggs from boiling water. I couldn't do it. I could get my hand in the water, but not down to, and around, an egg. I didn't burn my hand or anything, though it did sting. Bleh. I'll have to work back up to that. I've done it many times, not sure what the problem is. I haven't been cooking much, perhaps that is it? Ah well. I did dip my hand in, past the knuckles. Still, very disappointing.
I best eat and get to bed. I am hoping to be up at a reasonable hour to get back out again tomorrow. I may go a bit higher up the canyon, to the flat area, so as to walk a bit further. To do that I will want to head out earlier, around 9:00 or 10:00. If I can't, I might find some other path lower down. There is a path just up the canyon a bit that might do. If nothing else, I will be getting out, on my feet, with a pack. Hopefully I can find two canteens, take the purifier (and set up the charcoal), or at least fill one with water from here. Not sure where the charcoal filter, and such, is... Each day, do a little or a lot more, and get more prepared. Always a step at a time, innit?
Perhaps a bit of reading first. I suggested I would read The Serville State, by Hilaire Belloc next, but sort of got started on Tarnished Brass, by Bill Hoyt before I 'thunk' on it, so... that is that. There is reason, logic, will, and... well... real life. I'll get to it. Not reading, necessarily, every day. Though usually. It's sort of a good thing, especially with reads I don't have to worry about quite as much. Who wishes to have to wear psychic armor every time one opens a book!?! Bleh. Anyway... yeah, a bit of reading, then to bed.
Yes, food, reading, and bed. Probably reading to sleep. Good night.
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Needing to figure out how to get the girls fed while I am away, I had to get busy figuring out when I would be leaving and returning. I... mostly... got that sorted out. Since I was doing that, and wanting to rest on the way there and back, I decided to look for lodging. A bit of checking, and I got a room for the way up and back. I'll drive the longest on the way up, before stopping, which works well. Then I don't have to push leaving here, noon will do, with time to eat if need be. With a shorter leg on the way back, I won't be pushing check-in time. Some areas are very expensive, some areas aren't. From what I have seen, paying more for a "scenic" view (near a county/state/federal park) isn't worth the extra coin. Though, how good any particular hotel or motel is can only be known by staying there. I chose the same hotel for up and back. I did reserve a room at another hotel, one which I will have to cancel. I wasn't paying attention to mileage, and then I noticed, after booking, it's low rating.
I finally got around to trying to pull eggs from boiling water. I couldn't do it. I could get my hand in the water, but not down to, and around, an egg. I didn't burn my hand or anything, though it did sting. Bleh. I'll have to work back up to that. I've done it many times, not sure what the problem is. I haven't been cooking much, perhaps that is it? Ah well. I did dip my hand in, past the knuckles. Still, very disappointing.
I best eat and get to bed. I am hoping to be up at a reasonable hour to get back out again tomorrow. I may go a bit higher up the canyon, to the flat area, so as to walk a bit further. To do that I will want to head out earlier, around 9:00 or 10:00. If I can't, I might find some other path lower down. There is a path just up the canyon a bit that might do. If nothing else, I will be getting out, on my feet, with a pack. Hopefully I can find two canteens, take the purifier (and set up the charcoal), or at least fill one with water from here. Not sure where the charcoal filter, and such, is... Each day, do a little or a lot more, and get more prepared. Always a step at a time, innit?
Perhaps a bit of reading first. I suggested I would read The Serville State, by Hilaire Belloc next, but sort of got started on Tarnished Brass, by Bill Hoyt before I 'thunk' on it, so... that is that. There is reason, logic, will, and... well... real life. I'll get to it. Not reading, necessarily, every day. Though usually. It's sort of a good thing, especially with reads I don't have to worry about quite as much. Who wishes to have to wear psychic armor every time one opens a book!?! Bleh. Anyway... yeah, a bit of reading, then to bed.
Yes, food, reading, and bed. Probably reading to sleep. Good night.
Not a complete surprise.
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I was running a bit behind the stated goal, but only by an half hour. Give or take. Between real flat time, my wrist watch, and the clock in the auto, time is... variable. Still, I am almost sure I was out by noon thirty. I even set my pack, if I skipped the water purifier. I couldn't find my canteens. And I want to set up the charcoal filter... for flavor. River water is river water. Even if clean, it can have an fishy taste. I'll get that arranged for my next trip out. Out and up the canyon, to an area I have seen people fishing. I went up to nearly the last camping/picnic area before the high flat valley area. It turns out that hiking the river is rather a limited thing, if you wish to stay dry. I would even guess there are areas I would not attempt even with waders. Too narrow and too fast. But I did get in as far as I could, looked for fish (didn't see any, but I am a bit of a noob).
There are places where I am almost certain fish might be. Couldn't see a single fish, but after having watched my father fish for some great time, I did take notes. And while it is second hand, in a way, I believe I might do quite well. No dry flies for those areas. A bottom fly, low and slow, if I remember rightly. I watched him fish for a number of summers. I paid as much attention as a per-pubescent probably can. Perhaps more so than the average. I really wanted to fish. But at that age, still a growing lad, I didn't have the coordination, and thus the confidence. Plus, I knew every minute he wasted on a gangly kid was time out of his fishing. Something he only got to do, and not daily, a month out of the year. Plus, I could cheer when he landed a good one, or found that hidden one, or pushed his skill and kit, even for a small one. I would, from time to time, ask a question. Not enough to be a bother, but if there was something I didn't quite understand. Mostly I just watched.
My sunglasses will do. I wasn't sure if they were polarized, but I could easily see into the water. Fish, as I recall, can blend in. More shadow, or ghost, especially in some water. Knowing where they prefer to be, to feed or rest, is your best bet. You simply can't always see them. And, seeing them doesn't mean they will bite. And yet, it is good, once in a while, to spot them. It allows you to practice different things, see what it is you can do to trigger a strike, for all times and sometimes just for certain times. I have that ability, now to just spot them. As I go up, each time, for a reconnoiter, I will practice spotting fish. Each time, I will go to a different area. I am getting hungry for trout sashimi. And I really enjoyed the, even if short and uneventful, tracking in the out of doors. And, on the way back home, I checked my mail. The last of the gear I ordered was in... a fishing net. I need to get a magnetic breaker for it. I have been looking. I would like to compare prices locally, from now on, for anything I buy.
Tomorrow, actually, I think I may go out again. I have something both Tuesday and Thursday that require me to be into town, and something Saturday. I might be able to double duty those days, since I will be out anyway. Pushing for longer days out, more active days, and social activity, and maybe target practice. I should be able to get my friend out two of those days. But hiking days I have to do solo, at least that part of the day. If he gets his leg going, perhaps we can get him out fishing. Doubt if he is all that interested, but you never know. A good way to get his leg practiced, once he gets on it, without thinking about it though. Just not along a riverbank. There are lakes to fish, and I have chairs so it doesn't have to be as hard as standing full time.
Now to see if I can get some things done here at home. It's a fine day. Topping it off with a little house duty would be good. Time, only, will tell. Good day.
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I was running a bit behind the stated goal, but only by an half hour. Give or take. Between real flat time, my wrist watch, and the clock in the auto, time is... variable. Still, I am almost sure I was out by noon thirty. I even set my pack, if I skipped the water purifier. I couldn't find my canteens. And I want to set up the charcoal filter... for flavor. River water is river water. Even if clean, it can have an fishy taste. I'll get that arranged for my next trip out. Out and up the canyon, to an area I have seen people fishing. I went up to nearly the last camping/picnic area before the high flat valley area. It turns out that hiking the river is rather a limited thing, if you wish to stay dry. I would even guess there are areas I would not attempt even with waders. Too narrow and too fast. But I did get in as far as I could, looked for fish (didn't see any, but I am a bit of a noob).
There are places where I am almost certain fish might be. Couldn't see a single fish, but after having watched my father fish for some great time, I did take notes. And while it is second hand, in a way, I believe I might do quite well. No dry flies for those areas. A bottom fly, low and slow, if I remember rightly. I watched him fish for a number of summers. I paid as much attention as a per-pubescent probably can. Perhaps more so than the average. I really wanted to fish. But at that age, still a growing lad, I didn't have the coordination, and thus the confidence. Plus, I knew every minute he wasted on a gangly kid was time out of his fishing. Something he only got to do, and not daily, a month out of the year. Plus, I could cheer when he landed a good one, or found that hidden one, or pushed his skill and kit, even for a small one. I would, from time to time, ask a question. Not enough to be a bother, but if there was something I didn't quite understand. Mostly I just watched.
My sunglasses will do. I wasn't sure if they were polarized, but I could easily see into the water. Fish, as I recall, can blend in. More shadow, or ghost, especially in some water. Knowing where they prefer to be, to feed or rest, is your best bet. You simply can't always see them. And, seeing them doesn't mean they will bite. And yet, it is good, once in a while, to spot them. It allows you to practice different things, see what it is you can do to trigger a strike, for all times and sometimes just for certain times. I have that ability, now to just spot them. As I go up, each time, for a reconnoiter, I will practice spotting fish. Each time, I will go to a different area. I am getting hungry for trout sashimi. And I really enjoyed the, even if short and uneventful, tracking in the out of doors. And, on the way back home, I checked my mail. The last of the gear I ordered was in... a fishing net. I need to get a magnetic breaker for it. I have been looking. I would like to compare prices locally, from now on, for anything I buy.
Tomorrow, actually, I think I may go out again. I have something both Tuesday and Thursday that require me to be into town, and something Saturday. I might be able to double duty those days, since I will be out anyway. Pushing for longer days out, more active days, and social activity, and maybe target practice. I should be able to get my friend out two of those days. But hiking days I have to do solo, at least that part of the day. If he gets his leg going, perhaps we can get him out fishing. Doubt if he is all that interested, but you never know. A good way to get his leg practiced, once he gets on it, without thinking about it though. Just not along a riverbank. There are lakes to fish, and I have chairs so it doesn't have to be as hard as standing full time.
Now to see if I can get some things done here at home. It's a fine day. Topping it off with a little house duty would be good. Time, only, will tell. Good day.
When msm misses, and keeps missing.
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Yeah, I'm a paleo, give or take. I eat, pretty much, proteins, then fats, and maybe carbs and vegetables. But I don't worry, let alone obsess, over the notion. I eat, choose what I eat other than what is offered, and... that's that. Oh, sure, there are some who have become obsessed with food. Cramped city dwellers, often without a spouse or any real chance at one since they can't see there way to such a reality. Instead, the become their own parents, rather than breaking free from the notion or finding a life that would force them out of being their own children. But that has nothing to do with mental health. Still, I suppose since being queer is no longer politically correct as a mental illness, they must replace it with something?
Seriously. Decide what foods work well for you, and aim in that direction. You won't always eat just that, can't. If chocolate attracts the body, it will beat your will. If you are hungry and alone, and someone offers food with *gasp* gluten *gasp* in it, you will eat it. I avoid some things, aim at others, and compromise often. But I don't worry about it beyond that. It isn't an eating disorder. It is a social disorder. Women don't cook, and men don't guide them by want and need. With so few children, people can become fussy beyond reason, and have the money (money is not wealth, by the way, much as gold is not money*). In a land of plenty, one in which our grandparents on back would hold with terribly envy, so many have gotten so picky that their food supplies are being controlled to the point that some call it a mental illness. *sigh*
*Sure, in some states and nations, but not a commonly traded item as such, and for good reasons. Raw metals used as currency is extremely risky, which is why a standard, not pure raw, is the way to go... much as a pure democracy is just as bad as a pure tyranny.
Oh, right. I did get the shower in and am just writing this as I dry off a bit. Next I will finish dressing then head out. Probably not as long of a hike as I had hoped, time is ticking and I need to return before too long. Still, maybe an hour or two out and about. I will look through my pack after finishing this, taking just a few things, including my water purifier, to test the river water while I am out. A bandana if needed, just to wet and wear if I get a bit too hot. A package or two of food, just to say I have it. Perhaps a few other items. Just so I can say I am ready. Can't get lost, the river rides the road. More just in case another has need or want, and to... be prepared. Later.
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Yeah, I'm a paleo, give or take. I eat, pretty much, proteins, then fats, and maybe carbs and vegetables. But I don't worry, let alone obsess, over the notion. I eat, choose what I eat other than what is offered, and... that's that. Oh, sure, there are some who have become obsessed with food. Cramped city dwellers, often without a spouse or any real chance at one since they can't see there way to such a reality. Instead, the become their own parents, rather than breaking free from the notion or finding a life that would force them out of being their own children. But that has nothing to do with mental health. Still, I suppose since being queer is no longer politically correct as a mental illness, they must replace it with something?
Seriously. Decide what foods work well for you, and aim in that direction. You won't always eat just that, can't. If chocolate attracts the body, it will beat your will. If you are hungry and alone, and someone offers food with *gasp* gluten *gasp* in it, you will eat it. I avoid some things, aim at others, and compromise often. But I don't worry about it beyond that. It isn't an eating disorder. It is a social disorder. Women don't cook, and men don't guide them by want and need. With so few children, people can become fussy beyond reason, and have the money (money is not wealth, by the way, much as gold is not money*). In a land of plenty, one in which our grandparents on back would hold with terribly envy, so many have gotten so picky that their food supplies are being controlled to the point that some call it a mental illness. *sigh*
*Sure, in some states and nations, but not a commonly traded item as such, and for good reasons. Raw metals used as currency is extremely risky, which is why a standard, not pure raw, is the way to go... much as a pure democracy is just as bad as a pure tyranny.
Oh, right. I did get the shower in and am just writing this as I dry off a bit. Next I will finish dressing then head out. Probably not as long of a hike as I had hoped, time is ticking and I need to return before too long. Still, maybe an hour or two out and about. I will look through my pack after finishing this, taking just a few things, including my water purifier, to test the river water while I am out. A bandana if needed, just to wet and wear if I get a bit too hot. A package or two of food, just to say I have it. Perhaps a few other items. Just so I can say I am ready. Can't get lost, the river rides the road. More just in case another has need or want, and to... be prepared. Later.
Down hard.
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I think some weather pattern went through last night. Clear skies this morning, though quite brisk even now. I slept very long this morning. I didn't wake until 9:00, when I should have been awake by 5:00-7:00. I woke a few times, just to stir, fuss, and go back to sleep... and once for business. No worries, some days that is going to happen. Sleep was very good. Dreaming seemed about normal, if only one remains. I felt good enough going to sleep and feel "normal" this morning. No complaints. Everybody needs to sleep in once in a while, I suppose.
The dream was about my brother. We used to have a pretty rocky relationship, still do but at a distance so it isn't noticed. We aren't blood kin, and at times have denied much else. We have gone through several variations on power structuring. To be honest, most favored me. However, when their is favor, their is cost. He did not know of this aspect until I left. He didn't understand that no matter how big or powerful I was, shit rolls down hill. What I got, I gave. There was only one of me to hand out what I was getting from multiple sources. What I gave was harsher than any single source, but lessor than the combined. He did not know, understand. Still, probably, doesn't.
We spoke of some things. Our past, our present, and perhaps the future. You never can know how those will work in a dream. And, while I can change dreams, I rarely do these days. Even when, as with this one, some parts of it hurt. Real life hurts. Pain is part of the process. And since this dream was a look at our life, I had to take the bad to see the good in proper perspective. Now, of course, dreams are merely my mind, at least this sort of dream. I was looking the events of our lives over, deciding how I think they fit, using as much objectivity, but not denying subjectivity either.
I came to the conclusion that, like it or not, appreciate it or not, we are brothers. We will always be brothers. I have room to ask for forgiveness for the sins of my youth, and other parts of my life. But that is from my side. I honestly don't know if he has room to offer forgiveness. That isn't my problem, however. Nor is the request a trick or a trap. He has his own side of things, too, if I don't know that he sees them. I can't deal with that part. If two people sin against each other, only the sins each has performed is necessary for each. If you steal my coin at one time, and at another I beat you, I am only able to deal with having beat you. You must deal with your sins. And, so, in time, I will deal with my sins.
I'm not getting the dream exactly right, the nuances and flow. The general notions are there. Without avarice, or being thick-necked, however. Just... understanding. It was a satisfying dream. Though, I believe, it won't stop there. I have... things to do. I may get a chance. I hope I am putting this out right... Just woke, and the dream was quite complex. This is a much reduced form. I'll review after I have been awake for a while.
Trash today. Perhaps dishes. Maybe laundry. A shower in the early afternoon as well. Most likely. Spring has sprung, for sure. Hmm.... maybe, if I can kick a shower out by noon, a trip up to the river and a bit of a hike. Nothing fancy, only a couple of miles of scouting each way... A small pack just to add some extra to the notion. Yes, maybe. Later.
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I think some weather pattern went through last night. Clear skies this morning, though quite brisk even now. I slept very long this morning. I didn't wake until 9:00, when I should have been awake by 5:00-7:00. I woke a few times, just to stir, fuss, and go back to sleep... and once for business. No worries, some days that is going to happen. Sleep was very good. Dreaming seemed about normal, if only one remains. I felt good enough going to sleep and feel "normal" this morning. No complaints. Everybody needs to sleep in once in a while, I suppose.
The dream was about my brother. We used to have a pretty rocky relationship, still do but at a distance so it isn't noticed. We aren't blood kin, and at times have denied much else. We have gone through several variations on power structuring. To be honest, most favored me. However, when their is favor, their is cost. He did not know of this aspect until I left. He didn't understand that no matter how big or powerful I was, shit rolls down hill. What I got, I gave. There was only one of me to hand out what I was getting from multiple sources. What I gave was harsher than any single source, but lessor than the combined. He did not know, understand. Still, probably, doesn't.
We spoke of some things. Our past, our present, and perhaps the future. You never can know how those will work in a dream. And, while I can change dreams, I rarely do these days. Even when, as with this one, some parts of it hurt. Real life hurts. Pain is part of the process. And since this dream was a look at our life, I had to take the bad to see the good in proper perspective. Now, of course, dreams are merely my mind, at least this sort of dream. I was looking the events of our lives over, deciding how I think they fit, using as much objectivity, but not denying subjectivity either.
I came to the conclusion that, like it or not, appreciate it or not, we are brothers. We will always be brothers. I have room to ask for forgiveness for the sins of my youth, and other parts of my life. But that is from my side. I honestly don't know if he has room to offer forgiveness. That isn't my problem, however. Nor is the request a trick or a trap. He has his own side of things, too, if I don't know that he sees them. I can't deal with that part. If two people sin against each other, only the sins each has performed is necessary for each. If you steal my coin at one time, and at another I beat you, I am only able to deal with having beat you. You must deal with your sins. And, so, in time, I will deal with my sins.
I'm not getting the dream exactly right, the nuances and flow. The general notions are there. Without avarice, or being thick-necked, however. Just... understanding. It was a satisfying dream. Though, I believe, it won't stop there. I have... things to do. I may get a chance. I hope I am putting this out right... Just woke, and the dream was quite complex. This is a much reduced form. I'll review after I have been awake for a while.
Trash today. Perhaps dishes. Maybe laundry. A shower in the early afternoon as well. Most likely. Spring has sprung, for sure. Hmm.... maybe, if I can kick a shower out by noon, a trip up to the river and a bit of a hike. Nothing fancy, only a couple of miles of scouting each way... A small pack just to add some extra to the notion. Yes, maybe. Later.
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