The Marvelous Ghost Town Named Bodie

It’s a clear but cold and windy day as we make our way to the state park that is the ghost town of Bodie.  Paved road save for the last 3 miles that are very rough, but it’s well worth the trip.

The boys are not happy that I am leaving them in the van even though dogs are allowed here, on leash, but I want to take photos and make them good ones.  In reality, Fries would not like being in the cold wind, but he doesn’t understand that.  A quick walk about for them to relieve themselves drives the point home and he is more than happy to get back inside the van. Charlie B just goes with the flow.

Fire burned a majority of the town on three different occasions through the years. The one during the Great Depression was started by a young boy attending a birthday party who was angry because he wanted birthday cake and was served green jello instead.  He got hold of a box of matches, went outside and began lighting them to catch the tarpaper on the house on fire. 

Although they had a piped water system in the town, maintenance had not been done and the pipes were plugged.  A bucket brigade might have gotten the fire under control, but either no one thought of it, or many were “under the influence” and not thinking clearly. 

If you would like to read more about Bodie, please do so https://www.bodie.com/  .

When the mines quit producing many could not afford to have their households moved so they just left everything behind.
One of two churches in the town

Thanks for stopping by 2Dogs!  Hugs, Shawna

On the Road Again

With a hitch in my heart The Chiweenie Brothers and I head for AZ. It’s been wonderful seeing family and friends. Hard to leave even though in reality I’ve seen more of them this past month than I ever did during any given year living in Burney.

Susanville offered some challenges, and for a brief moment I regretted changing the van’s name from Freedom to MisAdventure. That dang Murphy!! Fries needed to see a vet for an allergic reaction and I locked the keys in the van which cost $100 to get retrieved. Ice is $3.79.  That being said, I have to say Susanville has some of the nicest most concerned and helpful people I have ever run into.

Topaz Lake on Hwy 395 gave us some nice fall color.

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I love the old court house in Bridgeport.

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Here’s our view from Lone Pine Campground, the Alabama Hills , west of Lone Pine on Hwy 395   DSC_0146Lone Pine Campground at Whitney Portal Rd
We take our time, enjoying the lovely weather and the sights going over Hwy 395 that are very different than the last time we drove this highway in spring of 2016. Then there was still snow on the ground. What IS the same, though, it’s cold up on top at 8000 feet!

If you plan on heading over 395 gas up anywhere but Lee Vining ….

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Thanks for stopping by!  We are going to do more traveling per day than normal and get to AZ quicker.  There’s only one planned stop and that’s for us to see the old ghost town of Bodie.

Thanks for stopping by!  Hugs, Shawna

 

 

 

Ashland Dog Park

We are so close to being back in California, but the boys need some off-leash time, and I look for a dog park. Ashland has one and once we have the morning chores accomplished: Potty walk for the boys, coffee made for me,  breakfast for The Chiweenie Brothers, MissAdventure tidied and things in place for travel, we head out.  The park is just up the road. It’s an interesting roundabout way to get to it, but we finally arrive.  The boys have a ball.

 

 

After the boys have a good long romp in this park, we head south stopping once at another rest area inside California for a short break before heading on.

After a couple hours drive we are here—Hello Redding!—Negotiating traffic and eagerly looking forward to seeing everyone,  I pull MissAdventure into my sister’s driveway and head to her door. So good to see her!

My brother-n-law is not the man I have known my whole life. In the year I have been gone dementia has set it. He doesn’t know who I am. He doesn’t know who his kids are. To him we are “That Girl” or “That Guy”. Heartbreaking. My sister has her own health problems, but no dementia thank God.

Home base is under a nice shade tree in Sis’s side yard, and I will make small journeys in the area to see my sons, grandchildren, and friends, and try to remember the layout of town! How sweet it is.

And this is where I leave you for a few weeks, taking a break from blogging as the boys and I enjoy our time here reconnecting with family and friends.

THANK YOU for coming along on our travels, and we will “see” you sometime in November when we head to our wintering grounds in Arizona.

Hugs, Shawna, Fries, and Charlie B

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The Redwoods!

We’re up early on September 27 and begin our journey inland.  It’s a beautiful sunny day and after picking up a coffee at McD’s  we take 199 heading east into Jedediah Smith State Park. 

DSC_0049It’s shady and cool here. We park and take a lovely mile long loop on one of the walking trails. I’ve seen the redwoods many times in several different places along the California coast, but I never get tired of being amongst these giants.

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The Chiweenie Brothers explore the lush green ferns and other delights along the path and we stop so they can check out the cavity in one of the trees.

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Once our walk is done we head out on Hwy 199 and back into Oregon.   I am like a horse headed to the barn;  we’re back on the road.

This highway is a narrow two-lane curvy mountain road, but at least it has guardrails.  We eventually gain better highway and level road. We make a quick stop at a potential campground for the future–of which I cannot remember the name–and Charlie, spying movement near the rest rooms, goes into lizard hunting mode.

Load up boys. We need to keep moving.

What was to be a quick stop in Grants Pass for fuel turns into a test in patience.  Fred Meyers has the cheapest fuel in town and I definitely want to fill up before I get into Cali.  Ol’ Murphy is at it again and not only is there is HUGE line of fellow travelers waiting to fuel up, the pump I eventually get to park beside has something wrong with it.  Ten minutes in line waiting, then we get the pump that is only trickling in fuel.  Another 25 minutes waiting for the tank to fill and we are finally back on the road.

It’s freeway time folks, and we sail along I-5 to Ashland where we spend some time in a rest area that won’t allow an overnight.  I am weary, it’s been a long day and the heat and smoke inland has me needing to stop for a while.  I find some shade and we rest a bit.

I realize the day is waning and I need to make a decision.  There is parking for trucks on top of Siskiyou Mountain so if nothing is found between here and there that’s where we will stay. Fortunately the very next rest area allows overnights so we shut her down there and will head on in the morning.  It will be nice to get out of the smoke!  I don’t know how those in the valley around Redding dealt with smoke from the Carr Fire for over TWO MONTHS.  It was said that being out in it was like smoking a pack and half of cigarettes a day!  Not sure where the smoke here is coming from, but it isn’t nearly as bad as it could be, but it still makes my head and sinuses hurt. Goodnight! Hugs, Shawna