New Frontiers

Osprey, Well said. Fully agree with your sentiments.

Osprey: I found your piece especially interesting. I am what is often called a micro-historian. I chose a time period 1887-1924 when my home town was called Sisson. I have spent 30 years trying to get a gut feeling for what it was like to live here when twice a day the all-nurturing steam locomotive with its cars of commerce passed through. A boom town with one, maybe two doctors at a time. A place where when the loggers and mill workers left for the winter there was one saloon for every 40 people in town. Where if your arm was mangled at the mill you got a bottle of whiskey, a belt to bite, and the quick application of the carpenter's hand saw. Women often died in childbirth. A man of 60 was indeed an elder. I have really mixed feelings about whether I would rather be living then.

I'm truly fortunate that I can spend some time in San Nicolas, sixty-five miles from the nearest telephone, where having a fully stocked first aid chest could save my life or the life of someone else. It is a place where the now ever-present awareness of the madness of our modern world seldom encroaches on my thoughts. I think I'll click on "post reply" get on the phone, and cancel that poison that is coming into my home on that cable TV wire.

Thanks for reminding me.

Perry

[Edited on 6-14-2007 by vgabndo]

[Edited on 6-14-2007 by vgabndo]

yes Iflyfish Only difference is that now we chose to camp like the old days and live in primative ways a lot different then having to
yet its so refreashing to see the stars. feel the warmth of a open fire,pass a bottle around with friends burn the hell out of a good piece of meat,singe your hair,scald your lip, drink coffee with grounds in it sleep on the hard ground wake up with a throbbing head upset belly and start it all over again just to prove to your self that your still alive we are spoiled

Since you liked it so much perhaps this will remind you of another one. I saw it again a couple of months ago and remembered just how good it was. There is a scene in it where God reveals himself by striking our hero down from his mule. I can't find it on the internet but once you see it you'll not forget it easily. Do you know this film?

Osprey---I salute you!

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Originally posted by vgabndo Osprey: I found your piece especially interesting. I am what is often called a micro-historian. I chose a time period 1887-1924 when my home town was called Sisson. I have spent 30 years trying to get a gut feeling for what it was like to live here when twice a day the all-nurturing steam locomotive with its cars of commerce passed through. A boom town with one, maybe two doctors at a time. A place where when the loggers and mill workers left for the winter there was one saloon for every 40 people in town. Where if your arm was mangled at the mill you got a bottle of whiskey, a belt to bite, and the quick application of the carpenter's hand saw. Women often died in childbirth. A man of 60 was indeed an elder. I have really mixed feelings about whether I would rather be living then. I'm truly fortunate that I can spend some time in San Nicolas, sixty-five miles from the nearest telephone, where having a fully stocked first aid chest could save my life or the life of someone else. It is a place where the now ever-present awareness of the madness of our modern world seldom encroaches on my thoughts. I think I'll click on "post reply" get on the phone, and cancel that poison that is coming into my home on that cable TV wire. Thanks for reminding me. Perry [Edited on 6-14-2007 by vgabndo] [Edited on 6-14-2007 by vgabndo]

Yea, I'm ready to move-on. Gonna swap the pack horses for a boat, rods reels, etc. Spend some time among the cardon.

your wonderful...

Your really wonderful Skeet....I love the way you write such beautiful stuff. I would love to have a tequilla with you sometime....I live across the street from Strokers Reef...will be home in a month or so.....god bless you skeet....wish there were more like you.....