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Peaches, Pears and Windmills.

After we found Old Foothill Road outside of Richland, OR, we headed north following the numbers on the mailboxes.  Some of the addresses went up, and the next ones went down.  We wondered if those living on the road were curious whether we were lost, or robbers looking for a house where the occupants weren’t home.  We backtracked a couple more times before getting to our destination. 

At the orchard, we met with the owners Robert, Linda and Bentley, their dog.  The three of them took us on a tour, while we ate peaches, apricots, plumcots (a cross between plums and apricots), all fresh picked from the tree.  It’s not easy to take pictures with sticky fingers. 

During our tour, Linda told us that six was the record for peach eating.  The ones we saw were no ordinary little peaches.  The old record of five had been eclipsed earlier that very morning.  Linda said we were welcome to try breaking the record, if we wanted.  We’d been eating peaches until we popped at Mosier and decided two each was enough, besides we needed room for the plumcots and apricots.  After touring and eating our fill, we headed east toward Halfway.

When we arrived in Halfway we drove through town to see what had changed since we’d left.  Everything looked about the same as it had, and we were glad.  We arrived at our friends’ house to find they’d driven in only minutes before from a four day camping trip.  While they unpacked their camping gear, and listened to our now out of date phone message, we harvested produce from their garden for dinner.

When I was there last, Tom and I’d started putting an older version of the Mileageman1 system on his Chevy van.  I left before the installation was completed and Tom wasn’t sure how to finish it, so he plugged it off and hadn’t used it.  On Monday, we finished the installation.  

The next day, Celinda wasn’t feeling well and talked about leaving for NM earlier than we’d planned.  I wondered how the day would progress and guessed time would tell. 

After the sun was up, the day began to look brighter.  It hadn’t rained like everyone thought it would, and Celinda felt better as the day progressed.  Possibly going back a couple of weeks early hadn’t been good news, and I was glad that didn’t happen. 

By lunchtime, things had changed again and we went to our friends’ farm in the upper valley, where they farm organically and do it with horses.  They also have an internship program for anyone who’s interested.  You can access information at http://www.ruralheritage.com/apprenticeship/intern_or.htm or mader@pinetel.com.

At the farm we ate raw sweet corn, strawberries fresh off the vine and snap beans that had just been picked.  Deborah and Celinda caught up on the years since their last meeting, while I took photos and video of Organic Horsepower farming.  I have a lot of video and stills of their horse farming operation and some nice scenery shots of the valley below from their farm.

That night it threatened to rain again, fulfilling its threat at 5:00 am.  The rain came down almost horizontal, and anything that was touching the inside of the tent was wet.  By 6:30 we were ready to get up, and we started the day in wet jeans.  The sleeping bags spent the day drying in the solarium and the tent spent the day drying in the shed.

We stayed a few more days, visited with friends and got reacquainted with the area before going to our next WWOOF farm in Cove, OR, ESE of La Grande.

On the way to Cove, we took back roads in order to see new scenery.  We drove through a valley where windmills on ridge tops spun slowly in the wind.  West of Walla Walla, WA, there are also lines of windmills slowly turning wind into electricity and pushing it through the grid. 

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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