Orofino, Idaho, from Eureka Ridge Road. Smoke in center is right above the Gilbert Grade. |
I think I'll start sanding those chairs when we get back to the farm," Mike remarked, whereupon I reminded him that we weren't home yet. It was about 1:00 and it seemed like we were making good progress with our list of geocaches. Still, you never know. One or two caches can take a while.
Mike & Nellie at Ryder's cache |
"I think I should stay here," I volunteered. But in the end I did give it a try and reached the first cache, a bittersweet site to honor a beloved pet Schnauzer who had been run over. The next cache was on up the hill with the path becoming even steeper.
Riverside (Orofino) from across the Clearwater River |
Seems mighty steep |
I waited a long time for Mike to return. At one point I nearly panicked, but then I looked at a topo-map of the area and determined that the time lapse was not unrealistic. Eventually he and Nellie showed up, excited for the conquest. He said there was a board at the top where those who had accomplished the hike had signed their names. However, Mike did have blisters on his feet which occurred during the descent as his foot slipped in his shoe.
We had a couple of errands in Orofino. We bought fire bricks to replace some in the fireplace that had broken – very reasonably priced – and milk, which was not. We parked briefly at the elementary school where children were playing soccer on the lawn. My class was the second, I believe, to attend school at this facility, built to meet the post-WWII "baby boom." During the six years I attended school there, we were not allowed to walk on the grass let alone play soccer. Soccer? What's that?
Yes, we got home all right, but it was about 5:00 – too late to sand chairs, too late to sew. KW
3 comments:
Isn't it funny how certain things take us back in time and we're instantly young again, with all the attendant feelings? Sometimes it's very disconcerting and sometimes it's amazing.
I remember hearing a song on the office radio back when I was working for the State and wearing a new perfume. I was suddenly about four years old. The song was "The Man with the Banjo". I later asked Mom if she ever wore Blue Grass perfume and she told me she had when I was little. Scent and music are also powerful memory joggers.
P.S. I just looked up the song and it was #6 in March, 1954. And I was four.
P.P.S. Great pictures! Are they burning the stubble in the top photo?
Love that photo!
& I do like this chronicle.
docM
Thanks for the great observations on memory, Chris. I know there's a scent that reminds me of Grandma Portfors' bedroom, but I don't know what it is. Must be an old cologne.
I don't think I know that song. I'll have to look it up. I do know plenty of early '50's pop tunes because I was little in a household of teen-agers.
And yes, they have been burning the stubble fields. Doesn't do much for the air quality.
Welcome, Dr. Molly. Drop by anytime.
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