We Head Out …

The day is finally here!  Our tiny adventure begins!   

Freedom, is filled to the gills, and she is fueled up and ready to roll. The boys see me taking their bowls and food out the kitchen door and are beside themselves with excitement. They’ve known for weeks that something was up, and this confirms it for them.  We are about to GO SOMEWHERE!!! 

One last walk through the house and we’ll be on our way. An errant leaf has been deposited on the kitchen floor no doubt from one of the pupper’s mad dashes outside,  back inside, outside again, then back in as they whip themselves into a frenzy.  As we bid adieu to our little cottage, the dogs forget their manners and squeeze past me as I open the door.   

DSC_0364    WAITING IS HARD! And boring.

The Chiweenie Brothers are in their harnesses, and Burger is on leash so once I sort them out at the front gate and get them untangled it will be an easy job getting them in the van.  We board the beautiful  Miss Freedom, and the boys get in their places; Burger on the very outside on the passenger side and The Chiweenie Brothers take the inside middle on the little bed I have made for them atop the plastic drawer unit I have between the front seats.  The passenger seat has been “extended” with their pillows and blankets on top of gear on the floor essentially extending the seat toward the dash so everyone has plenty of room.  The first squabble that breaks out means the Wild Wiener Dogs get banned to the back.  Like that will be enforced.  Ha! 

We pull out of the driveway and turn right towards Hwy 299. At the stop we nose out and head eastbound. Little Fries sits up straight and almost at attention as he gazes out through the windshield.  Wish I had taken the time for a photo.

Burger tries to show some enthusiasm, but of late he only thinks he wants to go for a ride. What he once loved is no longer quite as appealing, but he would rather go than be left home. Of course that isn’t an option, and I will do my best to make it a good trip for him.

Charlie is his usual accommodating self.  Wherever we go, whatever we do, I am just glad to be with you is his attitude. Such a sweet little dog is my Charles Barkley.

Did you catch the change in direction?  We should have been westbound if we were heading to the coast.  Nothing in life is guaranteed, and since I am pretty damn good­­­­–from much experience–at dealing with life’s unexpected, we changed our course and our time frame. 

The good doctor, after being put up in a local B&B courtesy of the health center over the Fourth of July holiday weekend, informed them that he didn’t want to work in Burney after all! I am “just a house” so I am not privy to any information, but I can guess; he got a better offer from another clinic somewhere. Whatever the reason the health center is without a doc, I am without a renter, and our two month coastal wander is off for now. 

Instead, we are camped at Willow Creek Campground south of Adin, California.  More on that outing next time. 

Thanks for stopping by 2Dogs! Hugs, Shawna

Fowler Falls Day Two

No matter how hot the days, nights this time of year usually cool down really well.  REALLY well.  Like into the low 40s.  The last two nights were no exception and even without a  roof top fan to cool Miss Freedom down during the day, by early morning hours it’s downright chilly.  I hurriedly took the boys out for their just-woke-up pee then we scrambled back into the van where Burger curled up in his front seat nest and The Chiweenie Brothers once again snuggled under the covers while I made some coffee.  The water was already hot as I had boiled some the night before and stored it in a Stanley thermos just to have an easy cup of joe while still stumbling around half asleep. After making coffee in the Melita, I too jumped back under the covers and read for a solid two hours before taking a little siesta. After that it was time to get up and get this day going.

We will have to head home, but not before checking out Upper and Lower Falls. I begin breaking camp, and the dogs need a longer walk than this morning’s offering. Things get packed up and put away, and the boys are raring to go.

A leisurely walk around our campground and the river trail is just what all of us need. The late morning air is warmer; soft and inviting.  This walkabout is where the boys really shine and show how well they are learning the lessons of not barking at certain times.  We stop often to take in the view of the river below us.  It’s so low!  California’s four year drought has taken its toll.

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Once back at our campsite all that is really needed is to load ourselves up and go.  It’s hard to break away, but I do want to see the other two falls. I get the boys settled in the van, drop our garbage in the bin, and we are off.

It’s not far to Lower Falls.  It’s just as pretty as Middle Falls, but with a different flow pattern.  And it’s easy to see just how much water is NOT spilling over — it should have many, many more CFS than this, but still beautiful.

 Lower Falls

Nearby 14,179 foot Mt. Shasta

We head back the way we came in order to get to Upper Falls, another beauty with another, different look.  It is also evident here just how much more water should be flowing down the McCloud.  The drought has sucked away Mother Nature’s precious resource without putting anything back.

 time and force have worn holes into solid rock
Sadly, it’s time for us to head back home and dream about the next adventure. We head out toward Hwy 89 and head south, pointing Miss Freedom’s nose toward home.  

This is gorgeous country we are so fortunate to live in.  If you haven’t been to northern California —far northern California, come for a visit. You’ll be blown away.  As always, thanks for stopping by Two Dogs. 

Next week it’s back to the mundane; a post about the elastomeric I put on Miss Freedom’s roof.  🙂
Hugs, Shawna

Fowler Falls Adventure

The boys and I couldn’t stand it — we had to plan another camping trip.  This time we stayed a bit closer to home selecting Fowler Falls Campground about 40 miles north west of Burney off Hwy 89 near the town of McCloud.  Soon as Burger, Fries, and Charlie see certain items heading out the door they begin the excited happy dance :); well, maybe twirling and whirling around like demented little dervishes would be more accurate.  They do love to go! Me, too!

The Fowler Falls/Cattle Camp Campgrounds are no reservation, water, and vault toilet sites.  It’s a popular tourist area, but many just drive in to see the Lower, Middle, and Upper Falls never planning to camp, and there were lots of empty sites to select from. It’s also the week before school starts so I am sure that had something to do with it, too.  Very warm, sometimes too blasted hot, is normal for afternoons around these parts this time of year so we chose a site with plenty of lovely dappled afternoon shade. 

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Despite our first outing through Lassen Park and on to Susanville (read about that HERE,) this one yielded even more insight on some things that need to be changed, things that need to be added, or things that can be left home.  I will be changing how I pack the Cube Cooler, changing up the storage drawers to make things more convenient, as well as putting my cooking items in a different spot.  The anti-gravity chair is going to stay home. I need to find one of those old fashioned webbed chairs to haul around instead.  I have never been very comfortable in the big lounger, it bothers my neck.  If I need to put my feet up I will find something from nature to use.

 
The boys and I hiked the short, 1/2 mile trail to Middle Falls

This trip was also an excellent opportunity for the boys to get in some more socialization practice.  My little Charles Barkley is a former street dog who had a broken jaw, and he’s not used to other dogs coming near “his” area. Some people are given the stay away message, too. He lets them know when he doesn’t care for their demeanor. He’s learning there’s a time for the alarm, and a time he needs to be quiet. Slow progress, but he is learning.  Burger, the stubborn wire hair, eggs him on.  Charlie had never seen a deer either I am sure, so he was pretty freaked out when one tried to creep through the trees and through camp to get down to the water.  All in all though they weren’t too terribly bad, and our last day there yielded some really good behavior from him and the other two who are also rescues with varying degrees of abuse problems to work through. They all made progress in those areas this trip.

I couldn’t wait to try out the backpacker’s stove I bought a while back.  Looks like I need a bit more practice with it; it got a lot hotter than I anticipated, and I burned the hot dogs on one side and they weren’t cooked enough on the other.  The fuel used was small twigs. Burger and The Chiweenie Brothers didn’t mind the charred parts of the samples they received, though 🙂 —keep ’em coming mom!

Next morning’s breakfast eggs were cooked using a cast iron skillet and canned fuel.  It took longer than anticipated to cook, but the heat was more even.  And I was so happy to have a decent meal I forgot to take a photo.

 Part Two of our Fowler Falls Adventure coming up tomorrow
We  leave you with a shot of the McCloud River (it’s really just a little creek now) meandering sweetly toward Lower Falls.



Thanks for stopping by Two Dogs!  Hugs, Shawna