Saturday, November 18, 2017

Emotional Pain

Saturday, November 18, 2017

I haven't written much this week. Aside from the fact that I'm still cleaning wool from pillows and mattress pillows, fluffing and restuffing, doing laundry etc. not much else is going on.
Clumped wool from one pillow on the bottom, fluffed wool from one pillow on the top. I have 6 mattress pillow, 2 pillows from my RV bed and 3 from my bed in the house. It takes a lot of time.

Then there's the emotional pain I'm struggling with... I was so looking forward to getting to spend more time with my daughter, her husband and my grandkids. Only she took her 2 month old to the pediatrician on Monday and she got vaccinated. Vaccines shed viruses and toxic adjuvants for 3 weeks! Three more weeks of not getting to see them. 😰😭😭😭😭 It hurt so bad I had physical pain.  Of course this means I don't get to see them on Thanksgiving either.

My daughter is conscientious. She wants to do what's right for her kids. She also is a scientist. Its hard for her to believe her mother (who does not have a science degree) over a pediatrician (who does). I've tried to give her the articles via facebook posts about other pediatricians and scientists that have come out and testified to the harm they've seen from vaccinations, but I think she "unfollowed" me. I have to respect her right to raise her kids the way she feels is right, even though I disagree. Breaks my heart.πŸ’” 

So l haven't journaled this week. 

It was Ron's birthday week. I did get up at 4:30 a.m. to make him a french toast breakfast on his birthday, and made him turkey pot pie and cherry pie for dinner. Cherry pie is his favorite. Its been a long time since I made a wheat flour crust! Organic, of course. One thing I noticed, he definitely appreciated the home cooked meals! He didn't used to.

I continue to get toxed when I try to go outside. So hate the poisons here. I am enjoying the showers and clean laundry though! I am frustrated by all the things outside that I see that need done, that I could take care of if it weren't for the cursed toxins. Sigh!

Sunday, November 12, 2017

Back to the Farm

Sunday, November 5, 2017

6:31 p.m.
The weather report for today said "1" of snow." It snowed all day on Grandma Mountain. I think we had 8" by the afternoon. 

Ron was getting anxious. He didn't want to leave me on the mountain, incase I got snowed in. 

He gathered the trees he'd cut last weekend and

 loaded up all my benches and tools. He was trying to be respectful of my autonomy, so he wasn't pressuring me to leave as well. When I told him I thought it would be best if I tried to get up the mudhole hill and go down to Hot Lake until the pass cleared, he was relieved. 

As it was, those extra rocks I threw in the mudhole this week did help. I got out pretty easy, other than slipping around going through the gate and breaking a brake light lens on the gate post. πŸ˜’ Once we got to the bottom of the road it was pretty easy driving. I went to Hot Lake, he went home over Meacham.

Ron said the pass was nasty. Icy and slick. He slowed way down and took extra care. People went flying past him, then spun out of control. He was pretty tense by the time he got off Cabbage Hill. He was also tired and sore. He told me he was headed for a hot shower.

Rosie and I are enjoying full time heat, here at Hot Lake. And light! Nice. I'm running the dehumidifier too. It got pretty moist in here the last few days. I'm looking forward to not having to get up in the middle of the night and run the generator! Or worry about Rosie having managed to get out of her blankie. Yeah, she figured that one out. Then she'd get cold and look at me like it was my fault for not keeping it warm in here. πŸ™„ I might even get a full nights sleep! Oh, the luxury!

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

6:51 a.m.
We drove home yesterday. The pass wasn't bad. A little snowy, a little damp, very high winds. The winds were pushing me around a bit. I just took it slow. There was a semi mangled in the median. (I learned later that it had been carrying an extremely toxic chemical. One of the hazmat team on site was an old friend, who Ron ran into at the store.)

When we got here, I took a deep calming breath before leaving the RV. The very real possibility of getting hurt makes me anxious. Both the outside air and the house seemed o.k.. I started in on decommissioning, laundry first, then groceries. I'm not done yet. I still have plenty of both left to do. 

I saw the first of the evil neighbors flying up the road on their way home from work. They slammed on the breaks when they saw my RV. Then they sped past. Later, on one of my trips out to get more stuff, I smelled Mr. Evil's cigarette smoke. Close by. Rosie indicated where he was. I called her off. I wasn't going to let him tox me with cigarette smoke. I think its time to check out those game cameras.

Friday, November 10, 2017

7:13 a.m.
Many of you, from previous years know what happens when I get home, "Fall Cleaning." Ron did an exceptional job this year before I got here. He even mopped the floors. So I'm not complaining. But, He doesn't clean to the same standard, and he doesn't organize/put away. So besides laundry, and decommissioning, I'm deep cleaning and reorganizing the house. Not much of interest to tell. 

During my rest breaks I'm reordering and restocking supplies, and continuing to knit Ari's sleeper.

I can feel my symptoms slowly rising. Teeth hurt. Eyes burn. Chest hurts. Its not dramatic, but its there. This morning my feet and ankles are burning. Thats an OP symptom. I'm wondering if Mr. Evil did his "bug bomb in his shed next to the fence thing." "When you hear hoof beats, think horses, not zebras."

By the way, I did finish slatting the section of the fence from the gate to the southwest corner before I left. Behold, "The Mikey Fence!" 

So named because every time I mentioned fence problems and trespassers Mike P would send me gifs of armed security guards in front of a palisade. It was the pointy sticks on the palisade, plus the sagging loose wires on my fence, that sparked the idea. The sticks tighten up the wires, like battens do in a weaving warp, making it more difficult for the trespassers to get through. It became evident that I needed to put in more per section and wire them in when I found that some trespasser was just shoving them aside. So the number in each section was determined by how much slack I needed to take out of the wire, not by pattern or "asthetics." It will slow them down, at least. I'll end up replacing the fence, a section at a time, but this at least will cut down on the volume of trespassers. I'll also be adding two more strands of barbed wire. I need to keep in sheep and dogs. This is the location where the mushroom pickers were coming through and the place where my fortifying efforts began. 

Saturday, November 4, 2017

Winding Down My First Season On Grandma Mountain

Sunday, October 29, 2017

4:39 p.m.

Ron brought Joey up today. He ended up having to take Justin home a day early. They took Ryan to the airport last night. So he drove all the way home, dropped off Justin and picked up Joey. Then they drove back for the dump and fill. Joey spent most of his time playing in my RV with the Yoshi's. Ron tweaked up his chain saw and cut some firewood. He's planning on finishing next weekend. I fed Joey chocolate and graham crackers, then cocoa. Heh, heh. He wasn't all that hungry. Apparently he ate apple slices on the way over. Then we took him out for a nice walk before they left. 

Once Ron and Joey left and I moved out to the warmer spot. Its getting down to the 20°s down below, at night, so that's the teens here. They're supposed to get rain Wednesday, Thursday and snow Friday, Saturday, Sunday. We could see snow here as early as Wednesday. 
This may be our last week up here. The weather will decide. 

It seems too quiet now.

I'm still puny from the hit yesterday. I didn't get a chance to discuss it. Its that way when there's a small active little boy around. πŸ™‚

Monday, October 30, 2017

7:36 p.m.

It was a quiet day. I tried to vary my routine. I think the stalker arrived around 11:30 a.m.  I went in around 12:30 p.m. I'd spent the morning straightening up the wire wad that Ron brought me. I washed some laundry, but didn't hang it up until later in the afternoon. Tomorrow Rosie and I will try to work on stuff quietly, to see if we can throw the stalker off. I think he's been using the sound of my recip saw and rattling wagon to find me. 

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

5:16 p.m. 

Yesterday we slipped out early, to throw off our stalker, and went quietly up to wire the sticks in the front. I left the wagon at the RV. If the stalker came, he'd think I was still inside. It was 39°F inside when we got up and stayed cold all day. If he was sitting out there, he was freezing his butt off! The thought makes me laughπŸ˜‚. At about 1:30 p.m. I heard a vehicle coming up the road. It stopped before it reached my property. It sounded the same as the jeep that I glared at last week. Then I heard shooting coming from right there. Three shots, large caliber. Next thing you know they drove away. When I first heard them coming I moved away from the fence so I woukdn't get fumed. As we were circling around I smelled Berry Breath. She had been watching us. If its not the 2 legged stalker, its a four legged one! 😣 

So today (much warmer, though very windy) we went up the elk meadows and checked the hay bales. We swung around by the dead cow spot. The predators aren't finished yet. 

Next we checked the back gate. Everything looked good there, and Rosie gave it "the all clear." I spent an hour or so weaving in more sticks. We wandered back down Violet Way, checking for possible trail cam positions. I've been studying up on those... I stopped for breakfast and then took my wagon and supplies and headed up the driveway. Rain or snow is coming. I trenched the large mud puddle spot in front of the parking area, so it would drain away down to the creek and retaining ponds. We continued up to the gate, passing through, out to the road. I hauled two small loads of rocks to the muddy slope, and put them in the ruts. Then dug out some more of the rut tops and threw it in the ruts. I was pooped. We came back to my property, closing and locking the gate behind us. It was much too early to go back to the RV. I had noticed a fairly large, saggy spot on the fence that hadn't been there before, so I thought, "Maybe if I just fix that one spot..." I found some of my sticks had been pulled out. I decided to do a little bit more. We kept at it until 2:30 p.m.. I couldn't lift my arms anymore. We retired to the RV. I felt good about getting so much done. I had been smelling perfume while we were working. I don't know what/who it was from. Rosie kept looking Eastward along the fence. I don't know if there was someone there or not. But, one section at a time! Hopefully I can finish West of the gate tomorrow and go back to wiring East of the gate. I am having lymph problems and a headache from the perfume, though. 😠 

That's about it. Still trying to work out the woodstove, and trail cam problems as well as working on Ari's Strawberry Sleeper. Only it gets dark so early, I'm not getting much done on that. I did solve one problem. Lights. I ordered a set of 4 LED, battery powered, bar lights. I don't know why it took me so long to think of it... Duh! Anyway, they're on their way.

Saturday, November 4, 2017

9:55 a.m.

Woke to an inch of snow this morning. 

Thursday and Friday were cold and rainy. No treapassers or predators while we were out working on fence. I did swing around the Eastern front fenceline, yesterday, and collect the beer cans that had been thrown over. We came back via Rattlesnake Alley. I found a HUGE wolf track, like 5 times the size of Rosie's tracks, and an even bigger cat track! I don't want to run into either of those guys when its just Rosie and I!

Getting ready for the dump and fill. 

Saturday, October 28, 2017

Just Going Forward

Sunday, October 22, 2017

7:00 p.m.
Yesterday was dump & fill day and it was a sleeting sideways! Ron told me Friday night that he wanted me to meet him at the dump station. The weather stations were forecasting major rain for our whole area. My major knee-jerk thought was, "How am I going to get up the mudhole hill! My dualies get zero traction. On a dry day after a mild rain I barely make it. So first thing Rosie, myself, our trusty wagon and a shovel formed up a brigade and headed out to take that hill! I shoveled, I trenched, I hauled rocks! Rosie supervised and commented (frequently) on the weather. A blizzard started up. The ice and snow I didn't mind. It doesn't soak you. Rain, with these temperatures, ick, makes you cold and wet. I worked at it a couple of hours. I trenched the puddles so they drained off the road. I shoveled the tops of the ruts into the holes. I filled the worst holes with (large) rocks so I could get traction, and cast smaller rocks over the slippery parts. Then we went back and worked some more on the parking area, collecting 4 footers. Finally when the precip. turned to icey sleet, I gave up and headed back to the RV. Rosie was thrilled. I spent the rest of the day stitching Rosie's blanket while the wind howled (20-30 mph) and slammed the sheets of sleet against the RV. Finally we got the call from Ron, he was leaving Pendleton. He estimated an hour. I flew around putting stuff away like a witch on a broom. In the few minutes I spent outside pulling my windshield covers I was thoroughly soaked. When we pulled out on the road I sucked in a deep breath. The road was running with water like a creek. I charged the hill and prayed for the best! If not that, then enough cell signal to let Ron know what happened, should my efforts have been in vain. It was the best run up that hill I've had all year!!! None the less, it took me twice the normal time to get down the mountain. Water ran freely down the roads most of the way. Ron wasn't at the dump site yet. The pass had a foot of snow. It was a whiteout. They couldn't travel more than 25mph. He pulled in behind me half an hour later. He looked stressed. I felt horrible for Ron. He had to do all that work in the nasty weather. When we got back up here, we did minimal set up and we both retired to our respective campers. It was so cold I let Rosie use her blanket, even though I'm not done with it yet.

It continued storming all night and most of today. The wind did drop around 11:00 a.m. Ron's folk's trailer had 3 leaks in the night. Ron spent most of today dealing with that. I went out and tried to put down my awning when the wind started slacking, so Ron would have a place to get out of the rain for a bit. He looked soaked to the skin. It malfunctioned. So I ended up soaked and frozen too. About the time he finished tarping the trailer, it quit raining. We transferred supplies, then it was time for him to go.😧

I put together a leather holster kit he'd brought up. It helps to have something to do, to combat the feeling of abandonment. Finally I can quit packing my gun in my back pocket!

Next I worked on my knitted belt so it would accommodate the holster, then stitched Rosie's blanket. That's about it for the weekend.

Tuesday, October 25, 2017

6:51 p.m.
Yesterday was a warm, pleasant day. I'd intended to go add those two strands of barbed wire to the section of fence Ron replaced, only at dark Sunday night someone shot near the SW corner. Monday morning when Rosie and I were out cutting sticks the crows were carrying on. I changed my plan and headed for the West fenceline and SW corner. I wove stick stays in all along the West fence as we worked our way to the corner. Whatever was exciting the crows was out of sight on the timber company's property. So, not my problem. I ran out of sticks as we entered the wood. There were plenty more available. I will need to cut them off when I get them wired to the fence. I think we worked for 3 hours. Rosie kept staring across the road. I figured it was one of Bob's cows. When we turned the corner and were working along the front fence Rosie became even more intense. As I came to an opening in the brush, there stood a sheep! Right in the middle of the road. Must be one of Jim's. I texted him. Rosie and I went down to the gate and walked down the road. The sheep waited until we got pretty close, then walked down the road westward. I turned back. No need to get it flustered. After that we returned to the RV for more sewing.

Today was a repeat of yesterday. I checked the front gate, no sheep or tracks. I checked the corral. Everything's was good there. Then I cut 4 footers and hauled them up to the front fence. I worked on that until I came to a broken strand of barbed wire. It rusted out. I unloaded my sticks there so I didn't have to haul them back again tomorrow. I'll gather my fencing supplies and begin tomorrow by mending that break.

I've finished the quilting on Rosie's blanket. I attached straps for her front legs. I haven't decided wether to make straps for her hind legs or a belly band... But, it got too dark to sew. So thats it for tonight. 

Wednesday, October 26, 2017

Finished Rosie's blankie while her veggies cooked.

I decided it shouldn't need anymore than the two front leg straps. We'll see tonight.

7:02 p.m.
We went out to gather our fencing supplies and discovered that Ron had taken the fence stretcher. 😫 

I decided to see what I could do anyway. So what should have taken 20 minutes took me 3 hrs. With lots of swearing. I eventually got it spliced, but not near tight enough. It was the best I could manage with the tools I had on hand: logs, sticks, baling twine, fencing pliers. 

I'd just about finished angrily weaving in all the sticks I had when I heard a truck coming. I stalked away from the fence. Then turned back, facing the road. The truck stopped right across the fence from me. The window rolled down and out of the shadowy interior a gravelly voice cat called me! I glared back. I seriously wanted to pull my gun and decorate the shiny new truck with some bullet holes if the jerk didn't take a hint and move on. I was in that foul of a mood. I wouldn't. It sounded like A teenager. I glared while I mulled my real options. Then the voice called out again, only it was different, and it called me by name! It was my sister! She'd told me yesterday that she wasn't coming. Funny joke. Heh, heh...

We had a nice visit, and she said she really liked her walking stick. I was going to get a pic, once I stitched the yarn bomb on, but didn't since she hadn't told me she was coming. I stitched it on while she ate her birthday s'mores. Sans marshmallow, which neither of us like. She stayed for 3 hours. It was lovely. She relayed some hilarious stories, and we talked about our father and his death. I needed that. It was a precious thing for her to do, coming all that way. It was 10 hrs of driving for her, round trip. The friend she was going to visit, then stop by and see me enroute, had taken a trip to the coast, so my sister had said she wasn't going to come. But she came anyway. πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–

Saturday, October 28, 2017

9:29 p.m.
I'm up in the dark, with pain. 

I got an exposure today. At first I didn't smell anything. I just started reacting. Horrible chest pain radiating up to my ear. I started regurgitating, then it hurt so bad it actually made me nauseous. That's bad news. I can't vomit with a spasmed closed LES. As I was staggering to the RV and passing by the entrance of Violet Way I smelled tobacco. Like pipe tobacco or a cigar. Not smoked. Someone was there, trespassing. He must of had something on him. Pesticide or petroleum of some kind. 

I've been working on this all afternoon. I've done shots, meds, showered, RNA drops, arnica balm and homeopathics, massage and acupuncture, zapping and accupressure. I'm currently doing herbal teas. Then I'm out of tricks. 😣 

I'm tired and want to go to bed but can't with this much pain. I'm trying to distract myself, by finishing this.

Lets see, what else happened this week...

Rosie doesn't like her leg straps. I'll have to figure out something else.

I can't solve my woodstove chimney problem. I may have to let that idea go.

I worked yesterday on the front fence for a few more hours. Same spot. I think I did 50 more feet. Some guys in a jeep came by and stopped on the other side of the fence across from me. I glared. They drove off without saying anything. 

I've started working on Ari's Strawberry Sleeper again. 

Thursday morning there were two elk eating Ron's hay.

This morning there was actually quite a bit of traffic on the road. 

That sums it up, and I didn't do a very good job distracting myself. 

Saturday, October 21, 2017

Aahhhh! Warmer!

Saturday, October 14, 2017

7:37 p.m.
It was sunny today. Snow still in the shade but everything the sun touched melted off. 

Rose and I started with stick sorting in the sheep meadows. Then took a walk to the back gate to see if the trespasser ripped out my sticks. They were still there. πŸ˜€ Our next chore was taking down the hot wire fence. I don't want to leave it over the winter. The wild critters will get caught in it. I wound up the polywire, pulled the clips and posts and tucked them under the guest trailer until Ron comes. 

I'd found a great walking stick blank. I cleaned it up, cut off the twigs, knocked off the bark and filed the sharp protrusions off. I'm making it into a birthday gift for my sister if she comes next week. I'm yarn bombing the hand spot. She and another sister are moving to a wilderness piece of property, of their own, next year. She'll need a good stick. If I can figure out how to attach some of the cool turkey feathers I've found, I will. 

I worked on laundry. I won't get many more days to do that. I moved my park benches over to the fire circle. The camp chair is too wet to use most days. When it dried out, I put it away. And we hiked down to the corral and removed the carabiners. That sums up the day. 

Monday, October 16, 2017

6:59 p.m.
Yesterday was Dump & Fill day. I got out early and got to work cutting dead limbs off the trees that line the drive. I focused on the ones that overhang the driveway, low enough to scrape the RV if I'm not perfectly centered. I'll be driving along the edges more as I avoid mud puddles. I didn't get the sticks picked up. Just cut. It was sunny, but still cold during the night. Working helped me stay warm. 

Ron had planned to cut down big trees for firewood, but he didn't get to the dump station until 3:30 p.m. He'd brought over 2 large bales of grass hay for the deer, elk and that calf if its still alive. He was trailering them. The trailer had a flat on the freeway. He didn't get the trees cut. He did unload the 2 one ton bales. While he pulled the tires off the trailer, to get them repaired, I took on my supplies.

It was another cold night last night so right after my coffee and Rosie's breakfast I moved the RV out into the meadow where it gets the most sun. It was much warmer today, 60°F. It actually got to 70°F inside with a window and a vent open to air it out! Yay! We were warm!!! 

So today I picked up the latest batch of cut off dead limbs along the drive. I've made a new pile by the wood cutting station. Its volkswagon bug sized.  Then I moved my laundry station back to my favorite spot. I hung the fabric Ron brought for Rosie's new fuzzy blanket up to air out. I even threw a stick for Rosie for a while. She was bummed Ron didn't stay. 

I did have to take apart the induction hotplate. It wasn't working very well. It had developed corrosion. I cleaned it off and put it back together. Worked better. Don't know how long it will last. Oh yeah, Ron brought me a new lantern. He can't get bulbs for the old one. 

As you can see not much that is exciting has happened. Just plodding along... Warmly. πŸ˜„

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

6:33 p.m.

Buttoned up for the night. Its been a windy day. No rain though. I worked on breaking/cutting that pile for a couple of hours. The rest of the time I've been working on Rosie's blanket. I also cooked up more food for Rosie. Nothing exciting. I did smell bad smoke and large ashes rained down on us. The kind from burning cardboard. I called the silviculture forester, but he didn't respond. So I called the ODF dispatch to see if there was a scheduled burn. Just before sunset the silviculture guy returned my call. Thats it.

Thursday, October 19, 2017

6:44 p.m.
The hot plate didn't last very long. I ordered a new one yesterday. I washed a load of clothes and hung it out to dry since rain is forcasred for several days. I cut more dead lower limbs and put them in the pile. Then worked on Rosie's blanket. That sums up Wednesday.

Today was pretty similar. I collected piles of 4'+ bleached limbs and logs and brought them down to my wood cutting station. I'll cut a bunch there then haul them to sections of fence. I collected my clean dried laundry, then started on sorting scrap wood in the house area: firewood, 4 footers, bonfire material. Then I came in and got back to work on Rosie's blanket.

I'm a bit stiff from sitting here working on it so long, but I'm hoping to be finished tomorrow. 

Friday, October 20, 2017

6:09 p.m.
Not finished. I did finish the tying. I decided I needed to stitch a 1" border. Its slow going because I want it to look good. Extra care must be taken.

Rosie and I went out twice today to collect sticks we were gathering 4'+ ones. It rained off and on so we got wet each time. Before breakfast we went up Huckleberry Hill. I collected some good rocks, too. And some garbage. Between meals we worked on the parking area. There was a bunch of rotted stuff  there that needs to be burned, so I piled it up. I got several loads of fence sticks. 

Saturday, October 14, 2017



Monday, October 9, 2017

7:28 p.m.
Ron came Saturday after taking our daughter and her family to the airport. They're going to Justin's family's for one of his brother's wedding. We hiked and chased the calf around. We didn't catch it. Ron almost got it to the corral. Jim was out hunting the mountains for the missing cows and sheep. We kept him updated via text.

Ron spent the night in the guest trailor and we hiked more on Sunday before doing chores. He went home in the afternoon.

It was very cold in the night.

Today has been a paperwork and repair day. I tightened down the a/c.  I checked the roof and calked cracked seams. I cut wood and gathered more rocks. I did not see the calf. I did call a sister and got a call from my son. πŸ˜„

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

6:49 p.m.
More paperwork, more rocks and sticks. Cut 4' sticks from downed, bleached limbs and hauled them to the east fence. Wove them in. Gathered more rocks for the fire pit. Played with getting them in solidly. Cooked veggies for Rosie. Aired out the moisture. Ordered groceries on line. It was warmer last night. A little lonely. Missing my Dad. He didn't mind that I was doing the same thing day after day. He was just glad I called. 😒

Thursday, October 12, 2017

5:44 p.m.
I tried eating some of Rosie's well cooked veggies yesterday. Big mistake. Up all night. Still hurt. 

Lets see, we started out yesterday sorting and piling bleached sticks. Rosie really thought we should go check out some noises she was hearing in the woods, so we did. After poking about on the west slopes of Huckleberry we ended up at the back gate. My wood slats had been all shoved to the side. It seemed like it was for the ease of someone climbing through. One was flung away from the gate. I hunted up lots more sticks and wove them in there so tight that who ever it was, they'd find it "easier" to crawl through the fence. Its been raining, sleeting or snow mixed with rain, all afternoon, yesterday and through the night. Still raining or I'd have loaded up more 4 footers an started weaving them into the fence back there, too. Rosie was very uncomfortable at the gate. She kept staring out into the timber company's forest. That is where I heard the mountain lion screaming. She tried to move me back. Since I wouldn't listen to her she went a ways back down our trail, sat down as if to say come over here, and watched. She doesn't show that behavior for bears, wolves, people or coyotes. I'm thinking she does not like mountain lions at all. We went back to the RV and after breakfast I decided it was time to get in touch with my inner woodsman. If you've watched the animated movie "Hoodwinked" you'll know what I'm talking about. I got out my tools and tackled cutting down two problematic trees. They weren't very big, but it was a start. Recip saws weren't meant for cutting down trees. They don't cut anything over 3" or you use up your whole charge on one cut. I limbed a couple of others that were blown down and drug them over by my wood cutting area. I cut off more lower, dead branches. When it quits raining, maybe Saturday, I'll get a few more downed trees. That way when Ron's here I can run my electric chainsaw off the propane generator and cut them up. 

So today was mostly a recovery day.  I knit. While wearing mittens. Soooo cold. Slowed me way down. I kept trying to figure out why it was so cold in here and what I could do about it. I finally remembered that I had some extra clothes for Ron in a pillowcase under one of the dinette seats. I drug them out, pulled everything out from under the stove and piled his clothes over that opening I sealed off in the spring with thin plastic cutting board. I also piled clothes over what was left of the ducting, the pipes and the (unuseable, toxic) furnace. Maybe that will help.  All that wrestling around down there did help me get warmed up. πŸ™ƒ

I also spent time looking at marine wood stoves. Instead of replacing the propane stove/oven with a cupboard, maybe I'll put in a woodstove. Hmmmm. 

I did crawl under the blankets that I have draped over the walk through area into the cab. Its dry, yay! And I haven't used as much fuel as I feared. Yay! Again. More rain tomorrow, and its supposed to be colder. πŸ˜’

Saturday, October 14, 2017

7:20 a.m.
It looked like it had snowed when I got up yesterday. It was ice. We call it "frozen rain." Its not like hail. Its frozen raindrops. It snowed and thawed all the rest of the day.

Unfortunately when I took Rosie out to potty in the morning, I got hit with fumes from the generator. Windage -switchy. Miserable, painful day. Hypothermia on top of all the other symptoms. Did shots and stuck myself with acupuncture needles. Fought with it all day.πŸ˜–

Friday, October 6, 2017

A Beautiful Day

Saturday, September 30, 2017

8:14 p.m.
Ron and Justin decided to forego hunting and loaded up the boys, Ari, snacks and my daughter and headed up to Grandma Mountain today. 

I got a lovely hot shower before they arrived and finally washed my hair. Sink baths clean the body enough to get by, but a shower with clean hair, thats luxury!  

I took a peak at Ari, but didn't want to disturb her. She was snug in her cozy car seat nest. It was cold and windy up here today. The boys and I played chase and ran about laughing, sqealing, yelling and giggling. We also went in and out of my RV so Joey could check on the Yoshis. He loved them. Toby just likes climbing in and out. After lunch Ron and Justin hauled the boys in the wagon down to the big pond on the 80, to see the frogs. They fixed that gate that was off its hinges from the loading chute, on the way. My daughter and I had a nice chat. She and Ari sat in the guest camper, out of the wind. I sat outside and visited through the open door. It was far too soon that it was time for them to go. I loved having them come!

Then Ron and I headed for town to do the dump and fill. This was at the bottom of the road. It sums it up nicely. It was a beautiful day!

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

8:15 p.m.
It got cold, rainy and foggy. I'd gotten toxed by something that included hypothermia. I've been trying to stay warm and get over it. Rosie and I are sleeping on the sofa in front of the heater again.  I moved the RV into a (hopefully) warmer spot yesterday. It gets more sun, when there is sun. There was today. I managed a little laundry. One sheet. I brought it in for the night. I certainly don't want a plane to contaminate it.

Jim didn't make it by on Monday to pay the rent either, so I had the unpleasant task of informing him the contract was terminated and to come collect his cattle. He responded with an apology, and says he'll be here to collect them tomorrow and square up. Admirable. 

Since he's pulled his dogs out with his sheep the coyotes have become quite brave.

I finished the warm socks Sunday and have taken up the Strawberry Sleeper again.

Rosie and I did manage a walk today. I took it real slow.

Not much else to share.

Thursday, 7:46 a.m.

It was a cold one last night. I had a long tiring day yesterday. When I got up, not a cow in sight. Not a sound. So I went out and checked on things. They were just bedded down staying warm. Jim texted me at 9:40 a.m. that he was starting up the mountain. I had to hurry and get ready, then hustle down to unlock the gates. I didn't quite get them done before I heard him on the road. As usual, he was polite. He tried to explain that things had come up. I pointed out that he didn't keep me informed, he just stood me up, twice. I did mention that if we could figure out a way to avoid a repetition of these problems, I would consider renting to him next year. He had two ideas for keeping me paid ahead. The other one he'll have to mull over this winter.

He'd hired two riders to help him round up cattle. He said they worked at the feedlot and were friends. I wasn't impressed with their herding ability. They were fairly fragrance free and made a point to avoid coming close to the RV, though. I don't think they have much experience with range cattle. The cattle were perfectly set up for a straight shot up Rattlesnake Alley to the corral. They rode in hard, too close and made their sweep too close. The cattle were already spooked and moving so they never got behind them. They sent in their Border Collies, which added to the cow's panic. The corrientes stampeded up the North pasture and broke up at the back fence, I'm assuming. The largest group went up the back of Cell Hill. I next spotted them streaming down the south slope in long, broken strung out ribbons. The rider did the smart thing, slowed down and swept the fence and woods to the south before driving them up t'ward the corral. He was still pressing too hard as they tended to seek the cover of the trees. Instead of it taking a couple of hours, it took most of the day. After that I saw one of the riders pushing small bunches several different times. I'd kept the generator off so I could keep track of the trucks coming and going. After the 5th load (which should have been their last) One lone, young black with a brown ridged cow came running down Rattlesnake Alley. No rider following. I texted Jim assuming he'd direct one this way. Nothing. More minutes passed and I saw a bunch coming along Violet Way. It was Droopy Horn with two spring calves and a young red cow. No rider. They went for water. I texted Jim. Still no rider. A few minutes after that group returned to the North pastures another group arrived. Two mature red cows and two yearlings came down and stopped to graze at the RV. I texted Jim. He finally responded. He wasn't pleased with his riders. He told me to lock up, he'd be back Friday. He did tell me one of them reported there was a dead cow on the west side. He didn't give Jim anymore info than that. I told him I'd try to go look at it. 

I got off the phone and started the generator to cook breakfast. It was 3:30 p.m.. Then Rosie and I hiked back up to the corrals to lock the gates. The cowboys had left everything in good order. I did have to wrestle the broken gate back open so the left behind cattle could get salt. I was feeling pretty weak and puny by this time. Ryan called and chatted with me as I hiked back and began my search of the west side for the dead cow. I had a pretty good guess as to where she was. Where all the coyotes had been howling and I'd heard shots fired after dark... I got down to the SW corner. Its heavily wooded. Lots of coyote poop, and one huge pile of bear scat. Rosie and I circled around the area but didn't go in. I could smell raspberries (and meat and fat). No berries grow in this corner. I'm beginning to recognize that as the breath/body odor of the momma bear. I smell it where I find her tracks or Rosie signals a large predator. It was getting t'ward evening. I did not want to challenge a bear over a carcass in the dusk, so I decided to sweep the rest of the open pasture boundaries to make sure they were clear, in the rest of the daylight left. I'd recheck that area tomorrow. As we labored up the North pasture along the eastern foot of Cell Hill (where I'd heard a bear roar several days ago), we could hear a cougar screaming in the canyon behind my property. We swept both sides of the narrow meadow (I smelled nothing) and I baby stepped my way back to the RV in the gloom of the evening. Severe fibro and exhaustion. I fed Rosie, heated it up in here and went to bed.

So, today we recheck the front corner. If we find no carcass we check Cell Hill. I haven't been up there in a long while. I didn't want to take Rosie in heat up there, since it was close to where Jim's sheep and intact LGDs were (next door) before he removed them, and the bear comes through the back fence up there. Rosie was smelling like rotted meat for 3-4 weeks. Not a good choice with a bear around. Now that she's finally done, we need to go up and check things out. That and a little laundry are today's plans. Its worth noting, no coyotes howling last night. 

8:46 p.m.
Well, it wasn't a dead cow in the SW corner that I smelled yesterday evening. It was Berry Breath, the bear. We did find a recently killed elk head, but it was picked almost clean. No smell lingered on it, or in the area. And we combed it, thoroughly. So we headed for Cell Hill. I took my time. All the way up, no smells. I was beginning to doubt these boys were being straight up with me. Maybe a little joke? We turned the corner and headed east about 50 ft in from the fence. Dang but I didn't discover an old tree stand! We dropped over the break, thats when I heard the crows squabbling. They were down the slope a couple hundred feet and closer to the fence. They were in a dense thicked. Of course they were. Great! I wondered if there were any larger "diners" on the carcass. Rosie and I picked our way through the underbrush, gradually getting closer. I admit it, I was using my livestock herding call, hyat! Hyat! Hut! To drive away any bears, wolves or cats. Well, or to have them realise we were there and object while I was still far enough away for Rosie and I to back off gracefully. No angry, furred faces rose up from the dark, shadowy mass. Just a murder of crows took flight, one by one, screeching insults. We approached from upwind. It was definitely a cow. Black, mostly. I made note of her ear tag number, B9. I made a quick inspection. She was in full rigor, her head upheld, twisted back over her shoulder. No marks of teeth or claws on the visible surfaces. Her stomach appeared to have burst. Contents were spewed quite a distance from the body. No swelling. The haunch was gone. The stomach cavity showed signs of diners. Visible meat was red, not decayed. I texted the info and a pic to Jim.  Rosie and I retired, leaving the carcass to scavengers. It was a lot of hiking. 

After resting I washed another sheet, cut wood and cooked veggies for Rosie. I counted 10 cows, and 5 calves in the meadow. We hiked back down to the corral, since we heard voices and a vehicle. No one was there when we got there but the timber companies gate was open. The rest of the day I knit.

Friday, Oct. 6, 2017

7:33 p.m.
Jim and his wife came to collect the rest of the cattle. There were 16: 10 cows, 4 tagged calves, 2 untagged calves, when Rosie and I went down to unlock the gate. Jim and his wife mosied down on their horses, and herded them calmly past the RV in under 5 minutes. There were 18. A brown cow with a newborn calf had joined the group. Jim did say to keep my eyes peeled for a cow and a calf that were still missing. I thought they were a pair. I was afraid one or both were dead, too... I hunted around for them today. Didn't see them though we covered most of the 160 except the back side of Huckleberry and the top of Cell Hill. Finally at dusk a lonely calf came bawling into the meadow from the North end of the property. I texted Jim. He called me. Thats when he told me the calf and cow weren't a pair. They'd jumped out of the pen down at the bottom of my road when he was trying to transfer them to the semi. Jim was the one that opened the timber company's gate. He was hoping to get the run-a-ways in. He's coming back in the morning to try to rope the calf. He's hoping the loose cow is nearby and he can get her too. 

So Rosie and I had a good long hike today. We jumped 2 whitetail does. Rosie turned up a dead rabbit, and we didn't run into Berry Breath on top of Huckleberry Hill, even though I smelled her up there. I knit a good share of the afternoon. I ate twice, and even had a sink bath. Not too bad. Oh yeah, my kidneys are working again. That ties up a pretty good week, all things considered.