Monday April 25, 2022 Guerneville CA.
I think this is the longest post I’ve ever made. I took about 160 pictures and they were mostly all good ones so here it is with as few pictures as I could use and still tell my story.
I was real sore today from all the work and hiking I’d been doing up in the forest the last couple of days. My back was sore and my lower body felt like it’d been run over by a truck.
But I wanted to hike up to see if the Hermit was still alive and at his place. I hadn’t hiked up to his place in several years, driving up there instead. His place was only a couple miles from my house, the first mile through the redwood grove of the park and the second mile more up hill. Normally an easy hike when the body was in shape and a bit younger too.
Never the less, I was determined to do it today.
Up the road
And into the park
The people there saw me coming and asked if I could tale their group picture in front of the tree.
The reason these trees are still standing in the park is lots of them have rot inside them that made them not acceptable for lumber, so they were spared.
This tree used to have a sign on it saying Smokey the bear’s den. The burned out hole goes all the way through the tree which is from a long ago forest fire.
Eventually I came out of the grove of big trees and into this area which is where the park offices are. I was going to ask a guy about the Hermit but as I was walking across the parking lot I heard someone call my name. It was Chris, a park guy, whose job was a historian, so I chatted with him for a good while since I know a lot of the history around here. He didn’t know anything about the Hermit either.
Up the hill
Rattle snake grass
I spotted this old storage building along side of the road. It’s an old dynamite storage shed my great grandfather would of used to haul dynamite to the old mine that was further back in the hills. He hauled freight to the mine with his wagons and horses for a number of years.
Older life and death
There’s two things in like a younger person cannot comprehend, no way. One is older age, you have to live it to understand it.
And the second thing even an older person cannot comprehend is death. Some things in life can only be comprehended by living it. It’s the only way I’ve realized in my older age.
I tried to think of how the Hermit would think at this time, but I think differently than him so realized I couldn’t really do that.
But never the less I sat for a good long time contemplating things and resting up my body for the return trip back down the hill.
Garden area seat
It’s interesting how a person is born and does their thing and then is gone and their thing fades too.
Nathan the Hermit may be still alive and staying with some friends and on his way out, but there’s a good chance he’s passed. His place is too far out in the woods for caregivers. I have no way to check on that but if he’s gone I’ll hear about it eventually.
I know if he could be, he would of liked to pass in his house if he could so I think he has passed or is about to.
Headed on home
After a good rest I started my trek towards home. Since my body was so beat I took the road back down the hill hitting it here. The park is still closed up in this part because of a huge forest fire that came though the area a couple years ago so that’s why all the signs.
Fortunate for me the trip back down was all down hill but at this point even that was pretty hard on the ol body.
Park main trail
Why I took this trail is I wanted to go by this area, known as the Burbank Circle, a place we grew up in as we spent a good deal of time in this part of the park in olden days when I was much younger.
The circle of trees was once just one big tree that died or burnt down and the new set of trees grew out of that one tree and then those trees died and the process was repeated quite of few times so the trees in the circle are all from the first tree which is quite amazing once you realize that and Burbank did. Luther Burbank is known for his work cross pollinating fruit trees and is well know around this area.
I left the circle and headed towards home again.
I was almost to my house walking down the road when this turkey vulture landed right next to me, about twenty feet. I often wonder what I have going with these big birds from being close to some of the nests as they sometimes get fairly close to me which is not a normal thing for them. It’s likely just me.
After a good drink of water I was headed for that nap but saw my brother Tom outside with his Troy rototiller. Seems he couldn’t get it started although he said he had it going for a bit before it died and would not start again.
We fixed it
I got some tools out and a chair and we started looking for the problem. It turned out to be a spark plug with a cracked ceramic insulator. After finding another spark plug to test things out, we had spark but it still wouldn’t start. After some more testing I said it’s not getting gas so he looked in the gas tank and it was empty. He said he just filled it awhile ago but it must of leaked out the carburetor.
He had one more problem with it, it wouldn’t go into reverse so we looked at that and finally made an adjustment that fixed that.
Now for that nap.