Last time we were in Live Oak CA. The fires in California were intense, with approximately 1000 burning at any one time. Few of the fires had been extinguished, some had been contained and many, many more were still burning out of control. Our original plans were to work a few days at two organic farms in Clear Lake, CA and then see friends who were living in Cloverdale, CA, and had lived in Hawaii when we did. After visiting with them, our plan was to go to Willits and Laytonville to work with other organic farmers and then go up the coast and on to Oregon to visit friends and relatives. Everyone where we planned to go between Live Oak and Brookings, OR was on fire watch or warning. Most of the roads between where we were and where we wanted to go were only sporadically open, and more often they were closed. Celinda made a phone call to an organic kiwi orchard that was in our WWOOF organic farmers book.
We’re volunteering through WWOOFusa.org and places to stay and work aren’t always available. The people who own the kiwi orchard told Celinda they already had a volunteer but if we had a tent, we could camp out in their orchard. When I was in London, UK, a cab driver who I was talking to likened me to Crocodile Dundee. Maybe he was right, I’d rather sleep on the ground than sleep in a bed, so the invitation to camp out in a kiwi orchard was a new adventure and fine with me. Celinda felt somewhat differently, but we had lots of sleeping bags for cushion and the people at the orchard gave her a roll up sleeping mat. We were going to stay three days, but that wasn’t how it worked out.
When we arrived dinner was about to be served, we met the other worker, who was twenty-six, and the owners two Jack Russell terriers. One of the terriers looked like Yoda (from Star Wars) with a long nose. We all sat and talked over dinner and everything was very mellow. We asked them what work they had and found there was a lot of weed whacking and the trees needed to be “suckered.” Suckering is when you remove unwanted sprouts that come up from the ground around the tree or from the trunk. We still weren’t sure how long we wanted to stay and decided to wait until the next day was over to decide.
At dinner Wade, Wade and Bettie Ann are the owners, asked me if I knew anything about boats. I briefly filled him in on my sailing experiences and he asked me if I wanted to help work on his boat that he planned to race in a couple of weeks. I hadn’t sailed for twenty years and it had been at least that long since I’d worked on a boat. The boat was a Raven, it was an open, centerboard boat and all my sailing, with the exception of a few races in a Laser, were all on large, ocean type, keel boats. But, it was another new adventure and it didn’t take much contemplation to come to a “yes” answer.
By 7:30 the next morning Trisha, the other volunteer, and I began sanding the cockpit seats so Wade could paint. I installed some new fittings and removed some wooden slats, that held gear in place while under sail, so they could be varnished. By that time, I was sure I wanted to stay at least three days and maybe longer. Celinda had taken the morning off and gone with Bettie Ann to a T’ai Chi class, and they had hit it off well together. We began e-mailing people and telling them we couldn’t get to the coast and would catch them next time around.
When I was done, it was time for breakfast and then off to the orchard to weed whack. Before we left Palermo, the weed whacker and I became well acquainted. I can’t say we became good friends, that would be stretching it too far, but we did establish a close working relationship.
About 10:30 I flushed a young rabbit out of the grass around a tree. It ran a couple of rows over and crouched down in the grass that I’d whacked previously. It didn’t move, so I put Mr. Mantis, my name for the weed whacker, down and snuck over to where the rabbit was. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a cat who had rabbit for brunch on its mind. By keeping a tree between the rabbit and myself, I was able to get close enough to reach around the tree and grab the rabbit. When I did, it squealed and the cat made a short charge in our direction but stopped twenty or so feet away. I took the rabbit up to the barn and showed everyone and then down to where Celinda was working in the orchard trimming suckers from the trees. We patted the rabbit for a while, but it was wild and wanted to be released. I took it down to a blackberry patch and let it go with my blessings that it would be able to avoid the cats and live a long life.