I am a woman of a certain age (wink, wink) who has tent camped all her life. When other kids went to summer Rec camp, Mom took my sister and I tent camping, for weeks at a time. In my early twenties I hiked the Pacific Crest Trail from the Sierra Buttes to the Bridge of the Gods. Camping always being my preferred vacation. That is until I became inflicted with an autoimmune disease and the emotional roller coaster intrinsic to chronic illness. Three summers ago, with a little gumption, a paper Forest Service map (yes, I said paper) and my furry BFF, I bumped down a dirt road that lead me in to the Klamath Mountains. I’ve been looking for Bigfoot ever since.
I’m packing today for my final camp out of 2020 – under Octobers waning Blue Moon. My mind blown that it is still dry enough to pitch a tent in these otherwise wet woods. I’m practically giddy as I fold the wool blanket, grab an extra tarp. Outside a blustery breeze stirs. While the rest … More Once Upon A Blue Moon
What a year, eh? I have so much to tell you about my camping season! Because we are all on information overload, a bit stressed, anxious, restless, well, you get the idea…I’m sending the info via telepathic airways – you can tune in anytime you’d like. Here are three ways that have helped me tune … More Tune in. No screen required.
Oh you sexy thang! Because of burnt wood I’ve met a quite a few woodpeckers; couple dozen pileated, a handful of flickers, and even handful of white heads all knocking their little heads in charred wood for the treats within and chattering about their discoveries. Because of burnt wood I had the primal fire of … More Burntwood
Fire on the mountain! Camping under the moon in October has been a cherished ceremonial like ritual the past three years. Despite the shorter, cooler days, the forest always feels more alive than summer; so much tittering and scurrying, the air heavy with a bounty of aromas, I’m drawn to participate – wrap things up, … More FIRE…
Playing (Nature) Detective…who chewed?
Yes, I have fallen in…to the heart of nature. But I think of you often. And I know you will find your way here soon…
Need to getaway from the “celebratory” explosions? On National Forests and Bureau of Land management administered land —
As a gardener I cant even fathom growing anything this large. Klamath mountains did!
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