Memory Monday, Week 45

From my journal, April 2, 1995: “We got another dog last Tuesday night. She’s a pitbull but doesn’t look like Phoebe. Her coat is very soft and fawn-color. She has a pink nose and yellow eyes. She also has a white blaze on her chest and throat and white on her toes. Buster is so happy to have a dog […]

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Memory Monday, Week 44

One great thing about where we live is the proximity to Lake Natoma and its attached ponds. The Big Guy grew up in the area and has been hiking and fishing around Lake Natoma nearly all his life. His most enthusiastic fishing companion for more than ten years was our Doberman-Rottweiler, Buster. All the Big Guy had to do was pick up his fishing rod and Buster was at the front door, whining, impatient to go. The ponds have been formed partially by the remnants left by large gold dredges that operated on the American River at Mississippi Bar from about 1900 until 1962. Most connect to what is now Lake Natoma, allowing bass and other sunfish shelter in which to build their spawning beds and guard their young. Patience pays off: Sometimes instead of fishing from the shore, we’d use a small aluminum boat. Instead of an outboard motor on the back, the Big Guy would attach an electric trolling motor to the bow of the boat. Since there is a 5-mph speed limit on the entire lake, the trolling motor is a great way to get around. Buster was right at home in the boat, mostly because he’d been spending time there since he was a tiny pup. In his younger days he would play for awhile on the shore and then climb into the rear of the boat, curl up on a blanket and go to sleep. But […]

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Memory Monday, Week 41

July 3, 1979 — Chemult, Oregon All the way north to Vancouver, B.C., and back we had overnighted at various KOA campgrounds; but along Highway 97 in the middle of Oregon there were no such places to be found. Instead, we stopped at Corral Springs Campground in the Fremont-Winema National Forest. The spot could best be described as primitive; there […]

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On two legs and four

While in San Francisco last week I didn’t have time to visit the zoo or the natural history museum — and yet I seemed to notice animals almost everywhere I looked. Marina gull Justin Herman Plaza: I could be wrong, but when I looked at this building across the street from my hostel I saw three crabs: I didn’t even […]

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