Monday & Tuesday June 15th & 16th Milk Ranch - Bodie, California
Monday & Tuesday June 15th & 16th Milk Ranch - Bodie, California
Monday June 15th
The gentle rain has stopped as I at last sit by battery lantern curled in my white "motel" chair all comfy and cozy inside my crib on wheels. The temperature reads 48 degrees inside. The darkness of the evening has set in outside forbidding a view of the chill outside my windows. No mind - here between quilt and blanket, long underwear beneath my favorite pajamas, and knitted vest over thermal top, I keep the chill at bay.
My trip began on Thursday, following a Bon Voyage given the night before at Yellow Cottage. just tonight, I finally have time for cinnamon apple tea and pen to paper. It is my first night at Milk Ranch by myself and I revel in the solitude.
Tuesday June 16th
From my van window the clouds hover over the Bodie Hills once again. Thunder could be heard echoing across the bowl earlier this evening and obvious rain to the south of us, perhaps at mono Lake or Mono Mills where lumber was harvested for fuel for the mining town. Little water rained down on Bodie today, although it remained cold and cloudy most of the day once again, and a brief hail storm pelted the boardwalk of the Miners Union Hall during the afternoon.
The first day of official work at the museum today. Thanks to training by Jenna, I felt comfortable enough to let Laird take off once in awhile. A Grahm Car Club came in to tour the old town and filled the Miner's Union during the hail storm, keeping us crazy busy. The day was full of tourists - Canadian, British, French, German, Netherlands and more. One man from the car club came from Tujunga and we shared hometown histories as well as Bodie's.
Near closing time for the museum James Watson author of "Bodie High Sierra Town" stopped in and talked with Terri G. He was gracious enough to linger awhile so I could retrieve my copy of the book from my large collection inside my van parked in the employee parking lot. We chatted about Rosa May a bit, and I gave him info about my website.
Back at Milk Ranch after my days shift, I did a little house work, then dined on pita bread stuffed with cheese and lunch meat, then picked up Terri's book hot off the press, and marvelled at pictures I had never seen before.
As the clouds cover more of the twilight sky, my light fades and I struggle to see my handwritten word. The Standard Mill, prominent in the distance, is barely recognizable amongst the high desert sage and the tailings from the mines nearby. Soon a light or two will appear from the unrecognizable board structures that house modern day Bodie residents employed by the California State Parks.
Monday June 15th
The gentle rain has stopped as I at last sit by battery lantern curled in my white "motel" chair all comfy and cozy inside my crib on wheels. The temperature reads 48 degrees inside. The darkness of the evening has set in outside forbidding a view of the chill outside my windows. No mind - here between quilt and blanket, long underwear beneath my favorite pajamas, and knitted vest over thermal top, I keep the chill at bay.
My trip began on Thursday, following a Bon Voyage given the night before at Yellow Cottage. just tonight, I finally have time for cinnamon apple tea and pen to paper. It is my first night at Milk Ranch by myself and I revel in the solitude.
Tuesday June 16th
From my van window the clouds hover over the Bodie Hills once again. Thunder could be heard echoing across the bowl earlier this evening and obvious rain to the south of us, perhaps at mono Lake or Mono Mills where lumber was harvested for fuel for the mining town. Little water rained down on Bodie today, although it remained cold and cloudy most of the day once again, and a brief hail storm pelted the boardwalk of the Miners Union Hall during the afternoon.
The first day of official work at the museum today. Thanks to training by Jenna, I felt comfortable enough to let Laird take off once in awhile. A Grahm Car Club came in to tour the old town and filled the Miner's Union during the hail storm, keeping us crazy busy. The day was full of tourists - Canadian, British, French, German, Netherlands and more. One man from the car club came from Tujunga and we shared hometown histories as well as Bodie's.
Near closing time for the museum James Watson author of "Bodie High Sierra Town" stopped in and talked with Terri G. He was gracious enough to linger awhile so I could retrieve my copy of the book from my large collection inside my van parked in the employee parking lot. We chatted about Rosa May a bit, and I gave him info about my website.
Back at Milk Ranch after my days shift, I did a little house work, then dined on pita bread stuffed with cheese and lunch meat, then picked up Terri's book hot off the press, and marvelled at pictures I had never seen before.
As the clouds cover more of the twilight sky, my light fades and I struggle to see my handwritten word. The Standard Mill, prominent in the distance, is barely recognizable amongst the high desert sage and the tailings from the mines nearby. Soon a light or two will appear from the unrecognizable board structures that house modern day Bodie residents employed by the California State Parks.