George Rebane
Fred and Margie Buhler are established pillars of our community. They volunteer and serve on boards, commissions, and organizations to the benefit of all who live here. Recently they took a leave (here) from the Nevada County Friends of the Military, an organization they helped found, packed up their magnificent fifth-wheel, and headed overland to Alaska.
Their great northern odyssey began with some fits, starts, and detours, but soon their noses were pointed north and off they went to the land of the midnight sun. Both Fred and Margie are excellent photogs and have the equipment to match their talents. They immediately started a trip blog and began posting their adventures accompanied by lavish picture galleries of the places, scenery, and wildlife (see photo above) they encountered.
Jo Ann and I are fortunate to count them as friends, and have been in regular email contact with the intrepid travelers. As their route took them deeper into Canada, their travel blog’s posts became a veritable National Geographic account of the country they were passing through. The photography was especially something to look forward to as they took time every few days to publish another chapter of their odyssey. To me it seemed that Fred and Margie’s audience was too narrow – in a sense they and their adventures belong to all of us.
I asked Fred if he and Margie would mind sharing the Buhler illustrated trip diary with RR readers and the rest of the community. They graciously consented, and so here is the link to an excellent dose of vicarious adventure. Put it in your favorites and enjoy!
Epiphany at Trinity
George Rebane
It was our first solo trip with our ‘new’ trailer. Jo Ann and I got back from Trinity Lake yesterday afternoon after spending a few days under the trees at Pinewood Cove RV Park. We are lifelong dirt campers, so talking us into upgrading to a starter trailer wasn’t all that difficult. It only took Russ and Ellen Steele about five years to help us switch from a ripstop tent to an aluminum box on wheels. Memories of weeds poking into our undercarriage were a definite goad to less surprising twilight head calls.
Meals were fun because Jo Ann could use the kitchen to prepare some really special vittles for eating around the campfire. We brought along our own firewood - cured digger pine which makes and maintains a beautifully tight flame mass for hours (contrary to popular local myths, I have yet to burn a bad piece of madrone or digger pine).
The pictured idyllic little scene was made possible following a six hour drive that involved some very curvy roads after we headed west from Redding on State 299. While there, the major entertainment consisted of driving down to Weaverville to celebrate our 49th, and watching RVs occupy neighboring sites. From this educational spectator sport one learns a little bit each time as vacationers of various skill levels maneuver their rigs into place and go through the set-up chores – the Germans also call this shadenfreude. It’s especially relaxing after you are already comfortably ensconced with martooni in hand, and covered with red dirt beyond caring.
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