HISTORIC TRADING POST IN CEDARVILLE, CALIFORNIA AND THE ALTERNATIVE INDIAN HISTORY
I did not include these in with the other Cedarville photos because I had a feeling that they would turn into a post of their own. More than just the photos of a historical marker.
THE TRADING POST
HISTORICAL MARKER
For some reason I never see historical markers from the Indians point of view! Is it any wonder that whites have no knowledge of our real history? Oh my God that poor white man was killed by Indians….I wonder what the other side of that story is?
PHOTO OF THE INSIDE HARD TO TAKE A PICTURE AS THERE IS CHICKEN WIRE COVERING THE WINDOW.
THE BACK DOOR
FAN IN FRONT OF THE TRADING POST
CLOSE UP
ANOTHER PICTURE OF THE INSIDE
Once again a search for the other side of the story brought me much information. Most of it from the white point of view I had to read through a lot of stuff but I finally found this The Indian history of the Modoc. What strikes me is that no matter where you travel to things are not as they appear… or what you think they are. It is like there are different layers of reality and history depending on who you are and what you are interested in.
Seriously I was in Merrill, Oregon yesterday, and yesterday the town was the home of the BEST quilt shop (that’s another post) and also the home of Wong Potatoes. There are lot’s of ranches and farms surrounding the town. It is a cute western town where the people are friendly!!!
But today I realize there is a whole different story to the town.
EVERY town.
EVERY land mark.
EVERY lake.
EVERY mountain.
EVERY river.
EVERY forest.
There is another story other than that which we experience as whites. I think that is where we make a mistake as a country we are only willing to acknowledge our own experiences…..and invalidate others experiences.
I had to update this post because I found the coolest thing….I had no idea stuff like this was online!!!!!
CEDARVILLE THE OTHER HAPPY PART OF MY LAST TRIP
As we drove into town we passed this character….as soon as I parked we went to find him. I love an interesting person!! The man had been traveling for over a decade with his two dogs and pack mules. We bought him a six pack of beer for the road..
I love mules!!! (That's my brother in the background)
As he was leaving .....
I love the old hand painted advertisements
This tree had personality
Old Feed Store
I liked the change in texture.
Antique Brick and mortar
This is the nicest little cafe!
The Surprise Cafe's hand painted billboard
And painted windows
Old Coca-Cola billboard
I love old buildings
Bricks!!
Even the water fountain is cool!
Painted pony
Blue building against blue sky
Pretty horsey
Still trying to figure out why they staggered the roof. Looks??
TRIP TO WEED AND YREKA CALIFORNIA
I was skeptical about how the weather would turn out but it was beautiful!! I wanted to get pictures of Mt. Shasta while it still had snow so I headed to Weed.
BLOOMS
MORE BLOOMS
THISK WAS THE FIRST STOP BUT NOT FOR SPIRITS......JERKY THEY SELL RILEYS JERKY THE BEST DAMN JERKY IN A THREE HOUR VICINITY!!!!
Next was the visitors center in Weed to see what was going on. The lady that ran the place was enthusiastic that isn’t always true of visitors centers. My brother was hanging out with me today and she told him about a brewery in town and I bought 3 post cards.
WELCOME SIGN WITH MT. SHASTA IN THE BACK GROUND this is a postcard
There is a town called Mt. Shasta closer to the mountain and I have been there many times. It is a cool place to hang out with lots of shops. And lots of religions name a religion and they have it and some I have never heard of until I moved back west. There is the I AM religion and they believe that Jesus, Buddha, St.Germaine, and a bunch of other people live in the mountain and that the lenticular clouds like the ones in the postcard are ufo’s. Someone told me that a lot of wealthy people belong to this religion and that once a year the I AMers hold a play and people fly their private jets in to attend. All of these are things I have heard from others I personally do not know anyone that belongs to the I AM religion. It’s out there but they aren’t like Scientologists donations are not required its all free but I think you have to pay for the books. That is one of the many things that I love about Mt. Shasta it isn’t all same old same old!!!
ANOTHER POSTCARD WITH A BOTTLE OF BEER FROM THE MT. SHASTA BREWEREY
The name of the flavor is Lemurian which is a race of people with red hair who are all around 7 feet tall who also live in Mt. Shasta. This is not to be confused with sasquatch who also roams freely in Oregon and California. Here is the link to the Lemurian website. I don’t know anyone who belongs to this religion either.
THE THIRD POSTCARD OF CASTLE CRAGS WHICH IS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF MT. SHASTA TOWARDS REDDING. I HAVE BEEN BY THERE BUT NOT HIKING....YET!!!
PAINTING ON A BILLBOARD AT THE VISITORS CENTER IN WEED
MT. SHASTA FROM THE BREWERY
MT. SHASTA FROM A DIFFERENT ANGLE ON THE WAY TO KLAMATH FALLS
SCULPTURE IN MONTAGUE OF COWBOY HOLDING COW WHILE ON HIS HORSE
This was my first time in Montague….it is supposed to be an old western town and you can take a train ride from Yreka to Montague and have tea at this tea house and musicians are playing when you get off the train. It is quite a business but we drove threre at about three o’clock and the town was dead and nothing but store fronts of businesses that were shut down. It was very disappointing and the paint job on the buildings that were supposed to make it look like a western town was terrible. But someone told me that the only time the town looked like anything was when the train cam in for a few hours and the musicians were playing when the train leaves the town shuts down. And today is Saturday!!!
SCULPTURE IN MONTAGUE
POST TO HITCH YOUR HORSE TO IN YREKA
MORE BLOOMS
OLD TOWN YREKA
NATIVE AMERICAN HERITAGE PARK
ENTRANCE TO THE NATIVE AMERICAN HERITAGE PARK
THE CEILING
THE SCULPTURE
OTHER SIDE OF THE SCULPTURE
I think the same guy did the sculpture in Montague….I’ll Google it. Funny but the Chamber mentions the park but no picture or information. They do show the fireman’s sculpture though. None of the sites say that much but I did find out from WorldWeb.com a Travel & Tourism Guide that the building is a replica of a sweat lodge but unable to find the artist who does the sculpture. It may have been on the base of the sculpture…
That was today’s adventure. Tomorrow I will post about the brewery.
LEFT OVER PHOTOS
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PATRICK CREEK, CALIFORNIA
SURVEY MARKER?
MY BROTHER ON A HIKE A FEW MONTHS AGO
PATRICK CREEK
SHADOWS ON ROCK
THIS IS LIKE A MINI SIERRAS ON THE MONO LAKE SIDE!
CRAZY SONS OF BITCHES LEAVE THEIR TRASH ON THE GROUND
SMITH RIVER
SMITH RIVER
SKUNK CABBAGE IN TOLOWA DUNES
GRASS
SKUNK CABBAGE TOLOWA DUNES
And this is my favorite!
SKUNK CABBAGE REFLECTION IN THE MARSH
The last six pictues were taken with my new/used Albinar that my friend Edith sent to me. I had another roll that I totally ruined because I forgot how to unwind the film!!! I need to travel with the instruction book from now on! It was a terrible terrible loss….the rest of the photos were taken with my Canon.
SPRINGTIME IN LAKEVIEW, OREGON
I have family that lives in Lakeview, and my nieces grandparents have a little ranch that is so cute….Their Grandmother is a very good decorator and the inside of their house is decorated in a western motif. Actually one of my paintings is hanging in their house and the next time I go up there I will take a picture of it as I don’t think that I have one! The outside of their house is also decorated very cute and they have wonderful poppies that bloom in the spring….the rest .
- AN OLD RINGER WASHER
POPPIES UNDER THE CLOTHES LINE
BIG RED POPPY
POPPY BUD AGAINST TREE
BIG METAL CONTAINER
DISKS
TRUCK DOOR AGAINST SHED
EDITH/GOD/MY “NEW” CAMERA/TOLOWA DUNES
I have really been wanting a 50mm lens and an even better telephoto lens. When I got extra money from working during the Christmas season I instead went to Costco and bought a bunch of food for one of the homeless shelters…..
My very dear friend Edith last month sent me her old camera that she hasn’t used in years. With it came a 50mm lens and a telephoto lens. And she must not have used it too much because it is an old manual camera (you even have to wind the film yourself!) but it is way cleaner than my year old Canon Rebel.
That is how God works in my life!!!
I bought a manual off the internet and yesterday I took it out to Tolowa Dunes to practice. It took awhile….but I had great fun! I have not developed the film so I may have taken awful practice. But I felt I was getting the hang of it although I have much more to learn!
Edith with her sister. Edith is the one waving.
I miss Edith and her daughter Kim. I keep hoping that they will come to their senses and move to the West Coast! I love Edith’s house she has a ton of artwork and the coolest chandelier over her dining room table that is composed of several camels…I wish I had a picture of it. If I make it to Virginia this year…
So I get down to the coast and cannot believe that I left my hiking boots at home! Remembered almost everything else except my shoes so that left my hiking options limited. I wanted to find Skunk cabbage so off I went to Tolowa Dunes.
SKUNK CABBAGE
NEVER MIND INVADING OTHER COUNTRIES WE NEED TO REPAIR OUT TRAILS
I GOT PAST THE PREVIOUS BOG BUT COULD NOT GET BY THIS ONE...BUT THEN I THOUGHT THAT MAYBE I WAS NOT MEANT TO....MAYBE THERE WAS A BEAR WAITING TO EAT ME!!!
FENCE POSTS AT TOLOWA DUNES
FAMILY OF SKUNK CABBAGE
I HAVE GREAT RESPECT FOR ANTHILLS AND ONE OF THE SCARIEST SHOWS ON TV WAS THE EPISODE OF TARZAN WHERE THE ARMY ANTS ATTACK!!!
CLOSE UP OF THE ANTS....I WOULD NEVER MESS WITH THEM AS I AM NEVER REALLY SURE I CAN OUTRUN THEM! THEY MIGHT JUST BE FOOLING US!
A WHOLE COLONY OF SKUNK CABBAGE!
PUSSY WILLOW 1
PUSSY WILLOW 2
LEAVES WILL BE HERE SOON!!!
ONE LITTLE DUNE
GOOD HIKING TRAIL WHEN YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN YOUR HIKING BOOTS!
NO IDEA WHAT THESE COLORFUL SURPRISES ARE
HOW AWESOME IS THIS LONE BLOSSOM!
THESE GIRLS COULDN'T WAIT FOR SPRING EITHER!!!
TOLOWA LAKE
WARNING ON THE PICNIC TABLE
I FORGOT TO BRING MY TAPE MEASURE!!! I WONDER IF THEY ARE BEAR SCRATCHES?
FOREST IN TOLOWA DUNES
HAPPY GRASS
NO GOING BARE FOOT AROUND HERE....SAND IS FULL OF GLASS!
THIS IS WHERE I HAD MY LUNCH...PASTA FROM CONTINENTAL BAKERY IN CRESCENT. THAT IS MY "NEW" CAMERA
Ain’t life grand!!!!
FLOWERS FOR MONICA CHARLES
Thank you for your friendship, help and encouragement!
THIS IS WHAT IT LOOKED LIKE ON MY SIDE OF THE MOUNTAIN TODAY
BUT THEN I WAS IN BROOKINGS/HARBOR, OREGON AND TOOK THESE FOR YOU!
SPRING IS TRYING TO HATCH!
LIKE GARDENS IN THE DUNES THE GREEN AGAINST THE BLUE
LOOKING UP AGAIN
THEY ARE ALMOST THERE..
LOOKING UP ONCE AGAIN
HOW GRACEFUL
THESE ARE NOT FLOWERS BUT THEY WERE BEAUTIFUL
I THINK THEY ARE HAVING A PARTY!!!!
THE CROW SENDS YOU GREETINGS TOO!
THE GRAND FINALE
All of these photos were taken at Botanical Garden and Azalea Park in Brookings/Harbor, Oregon.
I GOT MY NEW TRACKING BOOK!!!
When I first got into hiking and photography in Oregon I was hanging out at this book store and I did a double take when I saw the name Rezendes because that is Portuguese and it is my mother’s maiden name. It was called THE WILD WITHIN it was a book not so much about tracking as it was about how to look at the forest…how to be present in the forest. His sort of autobiography and how he came to love the outdoors. I purchased it because I thought he was a distant relative. But he’s not.
I can’t scan the book because I loaned it out. But Paul Rezendes used to be the head of a biker gang called the Devils Deciples and they were based in Fall River, Massachusetts. Fall River is where most of my Portuguese relatives live. Anyway, he got a clue after getting arrested, studied Krishnamurti and started an Ashram. He turned to the woods and started a tracking school and became a photographer here is his website PAUL REZENDES PHOTOGRAPHY
Here is the book I got
He has updated the cover but being the destitute person I am I opted for the used copy on Amazon. And I think he has one of those $20,000 camera’s while I just bought a Canon Rebel film camera for $100. That’s Catholicism talking I feel guilty about everything….buying used books!!!!! I wish he would write a book about how to get rid of guilt!!!
I told the story about the bear shit on Whisky Creek trail….
but I was in the Redwoods hiking by myself of the Boy Scout trail when I ran into this couple and the man was shocked to see me hiking alone and said as much. I replied I’m not scared to be in the woods alone. He said did you see the cougar tracks back there it wouldn’t matter if you were a man…you are food! So on the way back I finally noticed the cougar tracks but didn’t see a cougar.
THIS IS THE BOY SCOUT TREE WITH MY BACK PACK FOR SIZE REFERENCE.
THE SIGN NAILED TO THE BOYSCOUT TREE
I still wasn’t convinced but then I would read about cougar and bear attacks in the woods. Each story instilled a bit more fear. One day I was on Mill Creek in the Redwoods and stopped on Mill Creek to eat my lunch. It is so beautiful….then I saw this
CLAW MARKS BY MILL CREEK
They were big! But according to Paul Rezendes I need to start carrying a tape measure. To the right of the big claw marks it looks like smaller tracks. But I couldn’t find any more tracks leading to the claw marks but they were right next to the water.
The shadow in the picture is the log I sat on to eat lunch.
MY FEET WHILE EATING LUNCH ON THE LOG
and a view of the creek
MILL CREEK
MILL CREEK
I can’t wait to start tracking bears and cougars….they won’t have to exert them selves tracking ME down. I’ll track them so they will have an easy meal!!!
Later I gotta go write my will.
WHISKY CREEK TRAIL
That there is my kind of trail!
Past Merlin and Galice on a trail that runs along the Rogue River is Whisky Creek Cabin. When I moved back to Oregon I was blissfully hiking all the time. Unaware of my surroundings soaking up the beauty of nature thinking about my life….One day I stopped at this trail after work for a good hike.
Traipsing away in La La Land where I often reside, I noticed a huge pile of shit with a bunch of berries on the trail and thought wow that person really had to go! The trail runs along the Rogue and most of the time there is a steep canyon wall on the otherside so if you really had a bowel emergency…..WELL YOUR SHIT OUT OF LUCK. Pun intended. A little later there was another pile of shit with lots of berries…and another…and another….finally it dawned on me that it had to be an animal relieving it self along the trail and since it was so huge I was hoping it wasn’t a bear. Of course I usually hike alone without a gun or pepper spray and reside in La La Land the happy happy place I frequent.
Eventually I get to the part where there is a campsite and…….
I FIND THIS!!!!
A FUCKING BEAR EXCLUSION? WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?????
Seriously here is a close up.
DIRECTIONS ON HOW TO USE THE BEAR EXCLUSION
They have got to be joking… If I ever go camping here never mind about putting my cooler in there…………..
I’M SETTING UP MY FUCKING TENT!!!!
But being the sort that doesn’t like to abandon a hike I had to go on to Whisky Creek Cabin.
BRIDGE TO WHISKY CREEK CABIN
and then…
WHISKY CREEK CABIN
Whisky Creek Cabin had no whiskey so I left my bottle
Here is another interesting point along the trail
Here is a photo of the sign compared with where the river is.
MY FAVORITE POEM BY SHERMAN ALEXIE
THE SUMMER OF BLACK WIDOWS
The spiders appeared suddenly
after that summer rainstorm.
Some people still insist the spiders fell with the rain
while others believe the spiders grew from the damp soil like weeds
with eight thin roots.
The elders knew the spiders
carried stories in their stomachs.
We tucked our pants into our boots when we walked through fields
of fallow stories.
An Indian girl opened the closet door and a story fell into her hair.
We lived in the shadow of a story trapped in the ceiling lamp.
The husk of a story museumed on the windowsill.
Before sleep, we shook our blankets and stories fell to the floor.
A story floated in a glass of water left on the kitchen table.
We opened doors slowly and listened for stories.
The stories rose on hind legs and offered their red bellies to the most
beautiful Indians.
Stories in our cereal boxes.
Stories in our firewood.
Stories in the pocket of our coats.
We captured stories and offered them to the ants, who carried the
stories back to their queen.
A dozen stories per acre.
We poisoned the stories and gathered their remains with broom and
pan.
The spiders disappeared suddenly
after that summer lightning storm…..
I can hear the sound of Mr. Alexi’s lawyer typing up a cease and desist order….. You can read the rest on Amazon. It’s the second poem in his book.
And what a poem! Seriously I don’t know what it is about that poem the spiders coming down with the rain and bringing stories in their stomachs… You could read that poem to me on my death bed and everything would be alright!!! It is so imaginative and I almost fell out of my chair the first time I read it there was such joy and delight in my heart!
I took a poetry class about 25 years ago and while I got an A, I can’t write worth a damn and it pretty much ruined me for poetry until I read THE SUMMER OF BLACK WIDOWS on Amazon. The poetry class was filled with people that would slice, dice, twist and other wise disembowel a poem until it was dead and stripped of any magic…..and don’t get me started on FUCKING IAMBIC PENTAMETER!!! Once I spot it a poem is dead to me.
I love black widows! My mom used to own the black widow motel that is where I fell in love with them. She lives in the Nevada desert and she had this old Jeep Cherokee sitting in her driveway for years, at night they would all come out. There must have been 20 nests and those were just the ones you could see! My brother hated them and would deliberately walk 20 feet around it imagining that they would grab him and drag him under. Me?? I was naming them. My poor mother made the mistake of killing one of them in front of me…I yelled and accused her of black widow murder. I wish I had taken a picture of them!
I didn’t buy it used either so no guilt there!!!
The cover art is great too!
Also here is Sherman Alexie’s website he has a link to some of his newer poems and he also posts stuff that he is currently reading. That is how I got into all of these great Indian writers. He has good taste in books.
A CROSS ON ROGUE RIVER
CHARCOAL SKETCH OF CROSS ON THE ROGUE RIVER
Once upon a time I drove past Merlin, Oregon to the Rogue River in an attempt to escape my brother’s rabid girlfriend. Frustrated with a bad year in Pahrump Hell and a disastrous move back to Oregon (all is well now!) I needed to be by myself, do some thinking and meditating. I sat by the rivers edge for several hours. At one point I looked up and across from me on the other side of the river was a cross up on a rock formation. I had not remembered seeing it earlier. When I saw the cross I knew that everything would be alright. I drew a picture of it and was so angry, frustrated, and scared I tore a hole in the paper on the bottom right corner. I spent that day alternately cursing and praying.
CHARCOAL SKETCH I DID THE SAME DAY OF A BRIDGE OVER THE ROGUE RIVER.
The next day I went back and there was no cross. I thought I had lost my mind because I had sat and drawn a picture of it. I climbed back up the bank of the river and turned to look one last time, there it was only further down and closer to the tree in the sketch. You couldn’t see it while sitting by the river because of the rock formations.
The thing about God is that he/she/energy is always there. No reverence required the only thing in life you can trust no matter how much you scream, lament, curse, shake your fist at….God is greater than that and as I read recently in THE SHACK it doesn’t really matter what path you choose in life he will be be there.
OLD POSTS
I will be on vacation and have scheduled for some of my old posts to be reposted for those of you who are longtime I am sure you will remember them. For my spiritual friends on a spiritual quest here are two photos of the Buddhist garden near Ashland
ODDS AND ENDS FROM KLAMATH FALLS
A dedication to Clause
Outside the museum…it was closed can’t wait to see what is inside. They did a very nice job on the stone, work.
pelican
These are not crows…they are quite big not sure what they are they were funny all lined up
the train at Veteran’s Memorial Park
more glass bricks.
LIGHT WATER AND REFLECTION I
This is Lake Ewauna a lake in Klamath Falls that was used to hold logs until recently…most were removed in the 1990″s. I’m not sure how many mills are still in operation around the lake. At this section is the Veterans Memorial….which I will do a post on later. The lake is fed by Upper Klamath Lake. At one time it housed. When I first walked to the lake it was covered with foam as you will see in the photos..not sure if it is from the mills or naturally occurring. The foam was mostly concentrated in one area.
KLAMATH BUCKET BRIGADE AND WAR MEMORIAL
This is a monument for the Klamath Bucket Brigade. Not sure I agree with it but haven’t read ALL of it yet…not against the farmers but lean toward undamming the rivers…but anyway here is a big bucket in honor of the Bucket Brigade.
Here is the war memorial in old town Klamath Falls.. there is another one larger and up to date in a park nearby…much more accommodating for celebrations or community events surrounding veterans or victims of war…but that needs a separate post.
BRICKS AND SUCH IN KLAMATH FALLS
Those of you have been readers for awhile know I have a fascination with bricks and other textures in towns I visit. And here is old town Klamath Falls
OOOOH… I belong to a secret society with secret hand shakes…seriously what is this stuff really about?
Someone lost a nut
dark hallway art
poorman’s version of stained glass…plastic
I found this building fascinating the strips of wood bolted to the bricks. I wonder if it had a different color scheme at one time
the end
KLAMATH FALLS II
Someone told me this was Mountain Laurel but I was looking it up and think its a type of Sumac….
This is the Klamath County Courthouse
Flowers in town
I love the old Chinese restaurant! Reminds me of a Department 56 building!
more color!
This is a cool building
The town clock…I couldn’t decide which side of the clock was better…dark or light… so I put up both!
I love how dated this building this is.
some alleys
I really want to eat at this restaurant just because of the name…it was closed though!
CRISSEY FIELD STATE PARK AT SUNSET/WINCHUCK RIVER
Crissey Field State Park and Oregon Welcome Center is fairly new and this is my first time stopping here…had to use the bathroom they keep the lobby open until 9pm. It was very nice and clean inside!
The sunset was beautiful at the beach but I knew I wanted to get a shot from Winchuck River.It was getting late and I was a bit nervous time and dark wise…there are a lot of homeless people who hang out in this area and the trail is littered with those big Olde English 800 high alcohol content beer that they sell for dirt cheap at the convenience stores. Anyway I’m not sure if this qualifies as an orb photo maybe the camera catches the light movement more easily? the green isn’t streaked but the whole photo isn’t in focus and I don’t remember if I was moving that much…
As I was came up on the highway though I was confronted by a fucking Rottweiler. My first instinct was to take off but luckily my senses took over and confronted the dog…show no fear!! Finally the owner came around and tried calling the dog…of course the dog didn’t listen the first five times. Then the owner of the dog who was not on a leash had the nerve to blame me for coming out of the woods! Its a trail one of many in the area. GRRRR!!! Anyway I have no doubt if I had turned and run you would have been reading my obituary. Which is a reminder I have been meaning to get a concealed weapons permit.
Anyway the scene from the river was beautiful but I hope the film turns out even better!
Winchuck River info. Wow I was looking up the Native American history of the river when I found this on BIGFOOT!!! I have to put up that blog on my sidebar!! And what I could find on the Chetco Indians…Chetco and Winchuck rivers were home to the Chetco Indians
RACCOON
I was talking to a man at a little store in Fort Dick when he asked me if I wanted to see the raccoon he caught. We went to his truck and in the back was a cute raccoon in a trap. He was taking it to one of the wildlife preserves in the area to release it. It seemed a bit nervous but not overly scared or frantic. SO CUTE!!!
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