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WOOFing, On The Road…Day Two

Driving Through Nevada and to Portola, CA

The next day was another marathon drive, road construction and smoke from fires in California.  The farther north we went, the smokier it got. 

The day wore on, the smoke got thicker and we got to Fallon, NV late in the day.  We checked out the motels, all of which seemed to be owned by the same family of brothers and relatives, which meant the prices were the same at all of them.  Gas was cheaper than Tonopah but we didn’t need any.  On an average, gas was about fifty cents a gallon more than what we were used to paying in NM, but we were conditioning ourselves for CA, where we knew it was going to be expensive, no matter where we were. 

We gassed up in Sparks, NV and were pleased with the mid-forties MPG we were getting.  We definitely weren’t traveling light.  When we got to Portola, CA, I repacked the car , since everything I thought we’d need was on top and everything we really needed was on the bottom.  I took a lot of photos of what was packed away in our small four door sedan turned pseudo pick up truck.  The photos have been made into a slide show and are posted on www.mileageman1.com.  It’s not possible to take a long, extended trip without always taking more than you’ll need. or think you will. 

Our next stop was in Portola, CA.  On the way we toured the beautiful Sierra Valley.  Unfortunately, the smoke from the forest fires limited the opportunity for landscape pictures.  We spent a very enjoyable 2-1/2 days with Celinda’s cousin and her husband.  Before going to their home, we had lunch in the town park.  Big trees, displaced sea gulls, lawns and picnic tables greeted us and it was too much to resist.  Karen and Mike’s beautiful home sits on a hillside with a magnificent view of the mountains.  They are great people and we look forward to seeing them again when we pass that way in the future. 

While we were there, we had our first opportunity to experience of the main objectives of our trip, organic farms and farmer’s markets.  Everything was fresh, direct from the farm or sea and the people were friendly and knowledgeable.  Time was short but I got lots of pictures, which will be on www.smalltownswest.com.

One of the other objectives of the trip was to go to my fiftieth high school class reunion.  I’d only seen three people in all those years since high school and I was glad they’d planned to have names tags for everyone so I wouldn’t be too embarrassed.  As it turned out, the ones I talked with the most were those who I hung out with the least, or at all, while in school. 

It’s strange how time can be perceived.  It can seem like yesterday and forever all in the same time frame.  Some things seem like they just happened recently and others are a lifetime away in our minds.  Some of my classmates have faired well and others have already passed on.  I had hoped to be able to spend a day or so with friends that I’d stayed with during my hike, bike and kayak odyssey in 2000 but they were on their way to San Jose early the next day to help their son move.  Maybe we’ll get a chance if we pass that way on our return trip.

We’d planned to expand our WWOOFing (world wide opportunities on organic farms) experience after leaving the reunion but where we planned to go was in the firestorm area and the smoke was almost overpowering, even in the valley where no fires were burning.  As it turned out, the lady who was the driving force behind the reunion, and who’d been my contact during the last year or so, told us to “Hang loose.”  In a couple of minutes she was back with a good friend from school who offered us a place to stay in their guest cottage. 

We stayed the night and could have stayed longer except they were in the process of finishing their new home and guest cottage and had workers coming in the next day to seal the new concrete, which meant we’d have no way to get in or out of the cottage.  We went through our WWOOF book and Celinda made a phone call that proved to be a real jewel for everyone involved. Our next stop was only a few miles up the road at an organic kiwi orchard in Palermo, CA, where we’d meet some people who we’ll be friends with for life, maybe longer, depending on your beliefs.

 

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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