Gal Pal fun again...

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.