Monday, June 9, 2014
Sun coming up
I got up before dawn, made some bacon and eggs to get the day going. Then I sat out on the porch with a radio and listened to the local news. We have one radio station here. It's a "talk radio" station, but it also has local news programs. The best way to find out what's going on in the area is by listening every morning.
We do have a county newspaper, but it's mostly a propaganda rag for the local politicians and the school board. There was an interesting article in the paper this week. They explained that out of our property taxes, ostensibly collected to support our schools, three million dollars have to be sent to Atlanta for the "Fair Share" program. That means, for the black schools in Atlanta. Why is it, when the term "fair share" crops up, it always winds up taking money out of my pocket for purposes that don't do me any good?
I think as soon as it's light enough the dogs and I are walking down to the waterfall. I haven't been there in awhile and the dogs need a good long walk. It won't hurt me any, either. I'd never dare walk down there through the forest without the dogs. There are too many animals up here you might run into with dire results. Starting at the top of my list would be feral hogs. Then the bears, followed by mountain lions, bobcats, red wolves and coyotes. None of these animals would hurt you in the normal course of events, but if you startle them it can be dicey. Then there are always the mentally ill people, drug gangsters, and other humans that it's unwise to dally with in the forest.
This time of year back in 2008, my brothers and I were house boating on Lake Shasta. That was a good time. I guess it was our last hurrah, because we all seem to be a bit long in the tooth for such adventures now.
This is the shop/apartment at my brothers place in the Sierras. He used my retreat as a basic plan for his own, but since he had a lot more coin than I did, his is better equipped and more refined than mine.
This is his main house. It's about the same size as mine, but was designed less for utility and more for comfort. It's a big place, and it was built after his kids were long grown and gone, so it's designed to accommodate his boys and their families in a crunch.
Inside this big wooden box is a massive propane generator. He can live up there with no grid power and run everything in the house. He has a gargantuan amount of propane stored. It's amazing what logistical problems are solved by the simple application of large sums of money.