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Dragging BB around in a trailer behind an e-bike. I borrowed this bike and trailer, ‘cause I want to build or buy my own. Thinking about possible different configurations. This could be a new, fun hobby for us!

Plumas County is commemorating the one-year anniversary of the Dixie Fire. I’m organizing and MCing the Friday night event which is a show and tell for locals to express their sentiments about their experience of the fire in song, dance, prose, etc.

Photo from 2008 ‘Twas fun. We worked on our tunes, which we’ve accumulated over the years. My favorite from last night was probably Cricket On The Hearth into Sadie At The Backdoor.

I just started playing at JJ in E. Quincy. Solo (so far), 6:30ish Background music. Vocals. Experimental.

Some months later, Lucky found a new home. A nearby ranch had what I was told—quite delicately—was a “hen-heavy situation.” Dozens of ladies. No gents. The kind of imbalance that called for… let’s just say, some poultry-level testosterone.

The Dixie Fire has devastated us. It will be forever until we bounce back. I was worried that my favorite local hiking trails had burnt, but most of them didn’t!

I finally finished this electrical rebuild in the Beaver. I ordered all the parts I thought I needed, did more research, and started cutting, splicing, and crossing my fingers.

It’s been much longer than I expected but I have finally gotten around to working on the electrical rebuild of the Beaver, my ancient RV. It was back in December of 2017 I started implementing a plan to upgrade the electrical system. I bought books, I studied, I ordered parts, I jumped in. Then it got too cold and other projects seemed more important so I let it go. I figured it was a good enough start.

It crowed. That was the beginning. Lucky D. Clucky was supposed to be a she. Soft-spoken. Egg-laying. Hen-like in all the traditional ways.

I just finished this one. Really fascinating story well written.