About
30 years later... I met another friend..
Lorraine..
I believe I wrote a story about
Lorraine
before.. The Geronimo story.
How
Lorraine, the King and I were down
at
a local dock on the lake. We, the King
and
I were in the water... and Lorraine
came
running down the dock and jumped
off
the dock while yelling GERONIMO!!.
And
crunch... what she didn't seem to
know
is, that there was a cement boat
ramp,
under where we were SITTING..
She
thought we were standing... It was
known
instantly, she had broke her leg.
We
got her back over to the dock.. and
she
scooted down the dock while the
King
got our car closer to the dock on the
beach.
The King wrapped her leg with
a
hollowed out 2 foot log and an old
shirt
we had.
Another
man came along and he
help
get her from the dock to the car.
I
had laid a blanket on the seat, and
after
they got her to the seat edge, I
was
able to pull the blanket and her
into
the car. And off to the hospital
we
went. 8 weeks later she was up
walking
again.
One
time we were driving around and
we
found a wonderful pile of wood.
It
was obvious excess ..left over piece.
Some
were 10 feet or 12 feet long,
some
were round. We found out
who
was dumping it there.. And was
told
yes, we could scavenge what we
wanted
but.. they were going to set it
on
fire in a couple of days. So for about
4
days, we would go by truck, some
times
van she had, and piled as much
of
the pieces we could get in each one.
There
was tuck and groove pieces 8 feet
long,
and 4 inches wide. There was 2x4
10
feet long... some 12 feet long. Some
6
inches wide.. and some 4x4's. There
were
log slices... about 4 inches thick.
about
2 feet around.
We
were wishing we had 10 acres, so
we
could go into the scavenger business.
We
had a stack about 4 feet tall.. of lumber
and
about 4 feet wide.. with a huge piles
of
log slices. She used the log slices for
stepping
stones, and built a porch on the
back
side of her house. We had just
changed
out our front big window...and
she
used that for the porch and it became
a
green house effect. She also used the
lumber
for repairing her front porch.
And
larger pieces to raise up her shed.
She
is the Red Green of Idaho..
We
also went up to a place that the King
and
I had found on a hunting trip, that
was
shale rock.. We loaded up my truck
with
that and ended up involving the
King
in our second load, as they were
heavy...
I would climb up as far as I
could
go, and start slabs rolling down
the
side of the hill. I was like a mountain
goat,
with surefootedness.. she wasn't
so
steady, besides some of this was
after
she had broke her leg. She used
this
to put around her pond in her
back
yard. I kept a couple of them.
We
have been up in the woods finding
fern,
and moss... and huckleberries.
Huckleberries
is like hunting mushrooms.
Once
you find a great spot, you don't tell
ANYONE
where they are... And sometimes
the
forest dept. or the electric company
had
mowed it out around their towers
in
our favorite places.. So have had to
find
a new place... One time we were up
where
my gal pal had picked before.. Even
when
she was a kid.. but the area had been
sold
off in the 1980's so every time you went
around
a corner or so... there was no trespassing
signs
everywhere. We found some of the state
land,
but gates were it was private.. so we would
go
up before the gate... one time one of the
owners
came by with dogs in the pickup..
we
thought we were going to be had. But we ducked
down
under the bushes.. as they went slowly thru
the
gate and up the hill..
One
time we were walking back
to
the car, and a very unusual soul stopped
to
talk to us. He had a one ton with flat bed
truck,
almost dragging a log. The end was
about
6 inches from the ground. But he,
himself
was
flying high... He was an old hippy guy...
offering
us a ride.. we said no, car is just down
the
road. Wanted to know why we were there,
huckleberry
picking.. he then offered us his
place
up the road.. but we thanked him for
his
offer, and said no, especially when he took
out
a tiny gun from his waist... and said for us
to
watch out for the bears.. and he uses this.. as
he
waved the gun around... we bide him good
bye
quickly, and headed back to the car.. as
he
continued down the road, singing to his
hearts
content... of which we figured if there
were
any bears around... he scared them off.
We
haven't gotten into any trouble.. seem to
skirt
that.. but have had lots of fun..
You
know we are due an adventure.. maybe
this
summer we can go scouting in the
woods
again.
Tomorrow
is her 67th birthday.. she is an
April
fools kid.. maybe that is why we get along
so
well.