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.
When I arrived the sky was clear, a sharp blue. By dinner the wind was whipping in gusts on the 7,000 ft, sparsely forested knoll I had pitched my tent. By sunset the clouds started to mushroom. Flashes woke me well after dark. Although I could not hear thunder I knew right away it was … More September in the Scott Mountains ~ drama of late summer camping…
The re-wilding of Patti J.…I think I’m turning feral. Make my floors out of oak leaves & pine needles My ceiling tree branches, sun and stars My night light the moon Tell the birds to bring me the morning news And the owl and the vixen bedtime stories I’ll share my hemoglobin with mosquitoes (just … More The re-wilding of Patti J.…I think I’m turning feral.
Meet Grace. I met her over morning coffee. Hooves daintily strolling up the river, slurping in summers finest refreshment.
Playing (Nature) Detective…who paw’d?
Playing (Nature) Detective…Who poo’d?
Soft and comfortable like a worn in pair of jeans, tucked In a towering little wood, along the gentle banks of Willow Creek lies ~ East Fork Campground. Far enough inland to feel the heat of summer yet lush from coastal influence. A charmed timeless woodland.
Fire restrictions now in place across NW California. Campfire permits required even in designated campgrounds. You can get a permit online after you watch the video and take the test:http://www.preventwildfireca.org/Campfire-Permit/ P.S. Smokey turns 75 on August 9
Wait, Say Whaaaat? Five things this Solo Camper doesn’t like to be asked: 1. Are you alone? Whoop, whoop, alarms, bells, whistles, red flags, sirens…How is it that anyone could think this question is the appropriate FIRST thing to say to a stranger anywhere but especially in a remote location. I’ve had other women say … More Wait, Say Whaaaat?
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