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Halfway to our Worst Experience

Halfway to Cove and back to Turner.

We spent a few days visisting friends in Halfway and then it was off to the next WWOOF farm.  We were scheduled to be in Cove, Oregon around 7:00 pm on Thursday August 21.  Celinda had called the lady various times to be sure our times and schedules would work for her and if her schedule would work for us.  Our schedule had changed so many times, Celinda wanted to be sure everything would work for all of us.  We believe if it doesn’t work for everyone, it doesn’t work for anyone.  Before we left, we visited with our friend Louise then packed the car and left sometime in mid-afternoon.

The drive from Halfway to the freeway wasn’t as much fun as it usually was, we hated to leave our friends and a place that’s close to our hearts.  Once on the freeway, it was the freeway, boring the same as all freeways.  As time has passed, most drivers have accepted that gas will be $4.00 or more per gallon and have continued to drive the same as they did when it was $2.00.  The same thing happened when gas went from $.50 to a dollar in the 1970’s.  There are lots of people who still complain about the price of gas but not many will do anything about it: a flashback to the 70’s.

Once we got to Cove, we checked in at the farm, unloaded our gear and began a scenario that would continue until we left, which was early the next day. 

We had barely arrived when the lady began to tell us that she wanted to go to an art festival in La Grande the next day and that it was going to be hot over the weekend and she wanted to go to the mountains where it was cooler.  When we asked her what she wanted us to do in the garden we got mixed directions.  The easiest way to sum up my experience is to say I had a definite personality conflict with the lady.  I got mixed signals about what to do, what to do first, what was most important and whether she wanted to do something or not.  I felt like I was the ball in a Ping-Pong match and she was a helicopter mom.  Once in the garden things got worse. 

When we’d arrived, I began getting bad vibes but thought it was because I was tired from running four miles before we left, visiting, all the other things we did before we left and then driving for three hours.  That evening one of her sons showed up, we had a nice dinner, everyone was mellow and I wrote my feelings off. The next day the directions got even more confusing and my intuition proved correct.

The first evening she’d asked if I could fix the lawn mower, I said I would look at it and see.  The next day she didn’t seem sure which one was the one she wanted to fix.  One of them had the spark plug removed and I asked if that was the one.  She said she thought it was but that she had to get another spark plug before I could fix it.  I didn’t need a spark plug to check for spark and told her I could find the problem without it.  She told me she didn’t know what was wrong with the mower, didn’t know how to fix it and then began to tell me I should do to make it run.  She wanted it fixed, then didn’t and after fifteen or twenty minutes of trying to figure out what I was supposed to be doing, I told Celinda I was going to pack the car because we were leaving.  We were driving back toward Baker City by 10:00, after leaving twenty dollars for the room and board.  I was glad we left and so was Celinda. 

We talked about the experience and decided it was a good lesson in listening to your inner voice.  Celinda had gotten hints when talking to the lady on the phone but hadn’t acted on them or voiced them to me.  The lady was a nice person, but didn’t know what she wanted to do, was completely at a loss when it came to telling others what was needed. 

We drove back to Baker, and on the way talked about what we wanted to do next.  Our plans had changed again.  First we thought we’d stay at the motel where we had before, look at some property in the Baker area and then go back to Halfway the next morning.  The motel was full, there was a parade that weekend and the local fair started that night.  We’d done everything we wanted to do and had seen everything we wanted to see in Halfway and Baker.  Celinda asked me what I wanted to do and I said, “ Let’s go check out places around Turner and then go south to Oakridge and Westfir.”  In true chipmunk fashion, we made a 180 turn and headed west.  Eight hours later, a phone call to Celinda’s cousin, 43 mpg over three mountain passes with an overloaded car, a stop in Sisters, Oregon and a fun drive on a crooked road to Turner, we once again unloaded the car and packed our gear down the steps to the guest room.

We’re fortunate to have really good friends and relatives, ones who can still love us, even when we’re so unpredictable. 

The next day I burnt off the blahs with a good 3-1/2 mile run, did some Internet research on property in the area, caught up on e-mails to friends, took care of my Internet business and went for a couple mile walk with Celinda, up the down the hills in Turner. 

Maybe all Thursdays, that fall on the 21st of the month are strange, informative, upsetting, interesting, rewarding and difficult.  Then again, maybe that’s just the lessons we’re supposed to learn and the way we’re supposed to learn them.  I’m glad I’ve changed enough to be comfortable with that.

On Sunday we went property looking, cruised through some really pretty country and got a few pictures of the covered bridges around Scio, Oregon.  We hadn’t eaten since breakfast and it was almost 3:00, so we decided to pass on driving twenty or thirty more miles to take pictures of the rest of the covered bridges in the area.  Scio advertises itself as the covered bridge capital of the Northwest and, in Scio, covered bridges come in all sizes.

A slide show can be accessed by going to www.newliferoadmap.com select Larry’s slide shows from the sidbar menu and follow directions on the landing page.        
 

Larry Miller: I was born in Los Angeles in 1940. My father was a fighter pilot instructor during WWll and we moved from coast to coast, maybe that’s where I got the nomad in my blood. After graduating from high school in 1958 I joined the Marines. That lifestyle wasn’t for me and upon my discharge I went on with my life, and have never looked back. I worked briefly for a Caterpillar dealer in Riverside, CA before moving back to N. California where I was a welder and truck driver for a chemical company. Truck driving wasn’t my calling anymore than being in the Marines, and I went back to work for another Caterpillar dealer steam cleaning dirty tractor parts and welding. They sent me to schools, lots and lots of schools. I spent as much time going to trade schools as I did at work. I went from cleaning parts to apprentice field mechanic, to mechanic to the parts department to satellite store manager in less than two years. They wanted me to move to Sacramento and be a salesman: I moved to Oregon to learn to commune with nature. I went to work for another heavy equipment dealer and was later contacted by the World’s largest Lorraine Crane dealer and offered the position of purchasing agent and general parts manager. In 1967 I was offered a line of automotive parts and supplies and went into business for myself. My business revolved around eleven race cars that we maintained for others, driving race cars professionally and maintaining high end sports cars. I was a championship and regional champion driver. My business was the largest import parts and service, non dealer, in the state until I sold it in 1979. We went sailing in 79, first to Mexico and then Hawaii. I was an award winning Trans-Pacific sailor and sailor of the year, Hawaii, Island of Kauai. An opportunity presented itself in Hawaii during 1981 and I was back in business, importing Japanese auto body and hard parts. I also felt the pull to write and began freelancing for magazines and newspapers in 1982. My main focus in my articles is, and always has been, health, wellness and fitness. Most of us have heard the saying, “Time is all we have.” I disagree. Our health is all we have, because without our health, we have no time. I was a US Olympic team hopeful in racewalking and held all the records for the state of Hawaii. As a sponsored athlete in my forties, I finished first in nine marathons in a row in my division, qualified for the Ironman® and was the state USCF cycling champion five times in Hawaii and Oregon. Celinda and I were married in 1988 after a three year engagement. We sold our businesses and organic farm and sailed back to Oregon. After our sailboat boat was sold, we moved to Joseph, Oregon, two miles from the trailhead into the Eagle Cap Wilderness. We were caregivers for my mother the last ten years she was alive. We moved to New Mexico in 1995 because it was too cold for my mom in Oregon during the winters. Celinda designed, and I engineered and built our strawbale house. I began writing the weekly health column for a local newspaper in 1996, and still do. In 2000, I took the summer off to do a four month, 4000 mile, hike, bike and kayak odyssey. I’d been writing health, fitness and sports articles since 1982 and the journey produced a full-length, nonfiction, first person adventure book, Yol Bolsun, May There Be A Road, which can be bought from Amazon.com and others over the Internet. The summer of 2001 was spent hiking. kayaking, fishing and exploring the southwest. In 2002 Celinda and I spent the summer in Canada learning the hospitality business at a resort in preparation for doing promotion for the resort in the US. Most of 2003 was spent reestablishing the trees and landscape that had died during the stay in Canada. We had a house sitter and the house sitter had an ex-husband, and that’s a long story. In July of 2004 I did a solo kayak trip on the Snake River, taking pictures, writing articles and pencil sketching the journey. I hope to do another kayak adventure on the Snake River during the summer of 2008, on the section I missed in 2000 and 2004. In 2005, I returned to Canada to the resort where we’d spent 2002. I was supposed to be there for the month of June. I’d contacted people I’d met in 2002 and they came back to Canada to fish, hike and spend time at the resort, Echo Valley Ranch and Spa, while I was there. My one month became five and then it was off to Spain to do the El Camino de Santiago as a travel companion with one of the guests who’d returned to Canada in June. During the summer of 2006 a friend from Ireland, who I’d met in Spain the year before, came to visit in NM and we fished, hiked and explored the White Mountains of AZ. He’d never slept out in the wild in a tent before, and it was quite an experience, for both of us. My newspaper articles were put on the Internet beginning in 2002. I was asked to give public speaking engagements, photo and video presentations, on various subjects for the library in Deming, NM and continue to do so. In 2006 I videoed and produced a DVD for the Smithsonian Institute’s travel exhibit “Between Fences.” NMFILMS had a conference by invitation only, which I attended. While attending the conference, I realized that film making wasn’t what I wanted to do but I still wanted to use my sixteen years of experience and enjoyment of videoing and photography. During the winter of 2005, I discovered that no one on record had ever run from the Arizona border to the Texas border, a distance of 165 miles. During the spring and summer of 2006 I trained for the run and the run was completed in October, 2006. In late 2005, I began building and maintaining websites incorporating all the things I enjoyed about video, photography, travel and the out of doors. 2007 has been a summer of upgrading the home and property which resulted in a downgrading of my enthusiasm for being located in one place. If we don’t like what’s happening in our life, we need to change what we’re doing. Celinda and I are ready to pull up roots and move on. I guess I’ve come full circle. I’m ready to revert back to my childhood, and a nomadic lifestyle.
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