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May 2009

11th - Happy BirthMothersAnniversary Day!

Celebrations this month in our family:

Happy Birthday to Me.  Happy Birthday to Steve. Happy Birthday to Jeff.  Happy Mothers Day Mom!, and Happy Anniversary to Mom and Steve.  If I forgot anyone, forgive me.  I just had a birthday and am another year on the side of... ... ... (huh, I just forgot what I was going to say...) zzzzzzz

 

15th - Rediscovering Everett Ruess

Never heard of Everett Ruess? Not many people have. But if you enjoy hiking in the great wilderness of the western U.S., Everett Ruess might be an inspiration to take longer trips and follow your wanderlust.

Go back in time to 1929 through the mid 1930's. Everett was a young man about 16. He lived with his mom, dad and brother in Los Angeles (Hollywood). He was just developing his skills as an artist and writer. But after hitchhiking up the California coast to Carmel, then inland to discover the Sierra's - his life changed. He had an epiphany of sorts. He returned to Hollywood to graduate from Hollywood High, but rarely returned after that. Ruess began a journey of wandering the Sierra's, Grand Canyon, Monument Valley and red Canyonlands of Utah with two small burros carrying food and art supplies. Selling or trading his block prints and odd jobs sustained him for months on end although he did get monetary assistance from his family on occasion.

Everett was not shy. He sought out and befriended leading artists and photographers of the time including Ansel Adams gaining their respect. His art was impressive for such a young man. As well, his letters to family and friends were a treasure of prose, poetry, essays and philosophy regarding the bliss of life on the trail and the majesty of the wilderness. His writings and story are captured in the book: Everett Ruess-Vagabond for Beauty.  I read this book long ago after looking for a follow up to Kerouac's "On The Road".

A long time passed - and there was no word from Everett. This was unusual since he was constantly sending his writings and prints to others. He and his pack animals had disappeared somewhere outside Escalante Utah - never to be seen again. The year was 1934 and he was about 20 years old.

But last year the 75 year mystery began to unravel. A body was found and DNA testing lead experts to believe they had found his body. What happened to him? Find out more here:

http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/nation/la-sci-ruess2-2009may02,0,7055090.story 

Visit  http://everettruess.net/  for more info and examples of his artwork.  Let me know if you'd like to borrow my copy of "Vagabond for Beauty".

 

25th - Falling in Love (with my New Office)

As a kid, there are those things that get you excited.  I mean jumping up and down with joyous glee.   Summer vacation.  A sudden "Snow Day" from school and Archery Day at camp.  But if you told me as a 9 year old that some day I'd be rapturous over a 16 x 10 space with a nice ceiling and fresh carpet, I'd think of you as pure Looney Tunes.

As it turns out, that just what happened the other day after the carpet guys left the new office.  Only a few finishing touches remain and I'm excited as a 9yr old on the first day of summer vacation. Sweeeeeeeeeeet!  Oh sure, Virginia  is excited too, but I think this is mainly a guy thing.

Office Carpet Laundry Room Door
Ahhh that new carpet smell. Actually it's sort of nasty, but it looks and feels so good.  Next up: baseboard, curtains and furnishings. I struggled to get this salvage door looking presentable. Check out that bling! Glass handle and brass plate from 1938.

 

May 30th -  Backcountry Zen

Going in the backcountry this season? Take a look at this quote from Doug Peacock - (the model for Edward Abbey's Monkey Wrench Gang character George Hayduke. If you've never read Monkey Wrench Gang you really ought to put it on your list.)  I found this quote very refreshing - and got me excited about being in "a far older faded world".

"Don't just bang down the trail thinking about your girlfriend or your stock portfolio. Go like another animal. All of a sudden you're part of an ancient system again: You stop, listen more often, scent the wind. And after four of five days, something happens. You're part of the original landscape, a far older more faded world.

If you're comfortable with yourself, go solo.  Solitude is the deepest well I know and it's your right to drink from it. Forget all the risk-free literature you read from the BLM or the Park Service or anybody else that's covering their ass legally. And no GPS devices;
the opportunity to get lost on today's planet is a privilege.
"


And so I'm getting excited about my upcoming trip to the Sierra's with the guys.  Doug, Dick and Chuck hit the trail.  More details after our return.

Until next posting, Happy Trails everyone.


Visitor Comments:

"You've got the best blog that I read Doug. This May one may be the best. So happy for you and Virginia. That door knob bling is the best!"- Charles Bischoff, Thursday, June 11, 2009