Bodie Diary - Sunday June 21, 2009
Bodie Diary - Sunday June 21, 2009
Sunday! My most interesting day in Bodie to date! Sunny day, warm for the most part. It wasn't too long in the museum before a man came in while Jenna was out and I was lone in the museum. He asked me if we had oxygen - his friend was lying down in the middle of Main Street, Bodie, with breathing difficulties. I radioed Chris, who radioed Mark L. The man managed to get up and come into the museum, but was disoriented and panting. He asked me where the bathroom was and I suggested the outhouse which is closer than the flush toilets in the parking lot. I told him to wait for his buddy to go with him. by the time I got his buddy, he had disappeared. Fortunately, he had just wandered off the boardwalk to the side of the building. He appeared delierious and disoriented. At my insistence, he finally laid down on the bench in front of the museum and I talked to him. His breathing was labored and he was very pail, but he could talk. He obviously felt better lying down exerting no energy. He described feeling knots in his stomach, tingling hands, lightheadedness, and thought maybe he had food poisoning from the previous night's dinner. I told him even the nausea was signs of altitude sickness.
As the man felt better he began laughing outloud. The humour of his situation hit him. He had been at altitude many times, hiked, and more, and never had any symptoms before. The more he talked to me, the more he relaxed and felt better. At last Mark L. came and gave him and his friend a ride to the parking lot with advise to get to lower altitude, even possibly moving to Bishop instead of Bridgeport.
This seemed to set the tone for the day. We had reports of boys jumping the fence and messing around in the stamp mill. The jar of representing finely crushed rock used on the interpretive tours,turned up missing later on - only remnants of it's contents spilt on the floor. More than likely the result of the mischievious kids. Later in the day Chris caught more young boys inside the mill area and her shouts scared them so much they hopped over the fence and ran down to Main Street like scared rabbits. Reports were going over our radios like crazy, and we all flew from different directions to head them off at the pass. Jenna and Randy caught them near the Boone Store...and gave them a lecture which scared them to death. I guess they were too ignorant to realize they weren't supposed to be in the mine area even though the fences and signs tell them to stay away.
Some time during this crazy day, Jenna and I found ourselves busy with hoards of people in the museum/ Miner's Union Hall, when word came over the radio that Mike had cut his finger on a lathe and needed first aid. Mark L. wound up taking him down to Mammoth hospital where he wound up most of the afternoon and evening.
At Jenna's lunch time, Jordan and I manned the museum. A man and his daughter appeared at the desk and announced that they were relatives of Pat Reddy, the famous one armed lawyer of Bodie, and Cerro Gordo fame. We exchanged information, and I sold him a silver Seekers book by Remi Nadeau so he could learn more about Pat Reddy and the ghost town of Cerro Gordo, which he was not aware of. The daughter, Lilly, about ten years old, was proud of her heritage and enjoyed talking history with me. We will be in touch again. Jenna came back from lunch and handed them a Bodie resident form to fill out for Terri's research program.
It was Save Our State Parks Day and people were requested to wear green and get pictures of themselves holding signs. Jenna and I worked througout the day on a panorama version with different people holding a sign with one of the words Save Our State Parks. We stood in front of our favorite place in Bodie holding the word, then Jenna posted it on the SOS site later in the evening. During our photo session, we also played around with ghost pictures in the Miller House. The ghosts we saw looked a lot like Cecile & Jenna ;-)
At the end of the day, Jenna, Jordan and I decided since Mike was still down in the hospital at Mammoth having his thumb tended to, we would have a girls night. Jenna's housemate, Debbie, would join us. Debbie and I headed in my van to pick up Jordan at the Moyle House where she lives. But before we could get there we had to head off vehicles parked at the kiosk after hours. No harm done - just tourists getting pictures from a distance since they got there too late for a real visit.
Jenna lives in the Garrity House and while it is different, the warmth and friendliness of Jenna and Mike's presence in their reminds me of the Belshaw House in Cerro Gordo. Jenna and Jordan cooked corn chowder and pumpkin waffles. The four of us girls took turns munching on the waffles as fast as they could come off of the electric waffle iron. They were delicious! Chowder done, we moved to the dining table and enjoyed it and more waffles. We must have been a sight in our jammies, pigging out on waffles and chowder in the old house, laughing and talking. Jenna loaded up the pictures she had taken of us during the day, and we laughed over them, while Debbie watched Jeremiah Johnson on a small tv in the living room.
We were all ready to make a real girls night of it, and go to sleep and wait for the ghosts...when Mike suddenly showed up with his thumb bandaged from his run - in with the lathe. We fed him corn chowder and made fun of his thumb. With Mike back, Jenna wanted to go back to Milk Ranch for the night with him, and Jordan was already half way out the door and on her way to the Moyle house on foot in the darkness of the Bodie night. Debbie watched Jeremiah Johnson, while I loaded Jenna and Mike in the van and we headed back to Milk Ranch to call it a night at our individual campsites.
Just another Sunday in Bodie, California!
Sunday! My most interesting day in Bodie to date! Sunny day, warm for the most part. It wasn't too long in the museum before a man came in while Jenna was out and I was lone in the museum. He asked me if we had oxygen - his friend was lying down in the middle of Main Street, Bodie, with breathing difficulties. I radioed Chris, who radioed Mark L. The man managed to get up and come into the museum, but was disoriented and panting. He asked me where the bathroom was and I suggested the outhouse which is closer than the flush toilets in the parking lot. I told him to wait for his buddy to go with him. by the time I got his buddy, he had disappeared. Fortunately, he had just wandered off the boardwalk to the side of the building. He appeared delierious and disoriented. At my insistence, he finally laid down on the bench in front of the museum and I talked to him. His breathing was labored and he was very pail, but he could talk. He obviously felt better lying down exerting no energy. He described feeling knots in his stomach, tingling hands, lightheadedness, and thought maybe he had food poisoning from the previous night's dinner. I told him even the nausea was signs of altitude sickness.
As the man felt better he began laughing outloud. The humour of his situation hit him. He had been at altitude many times, hiked, and more, and never had any symptoms before. The more he talked to me, the more he relaxed and felt better. At last Mark L. came and gave him and his friend a ride to the parking lot with advise to get to lower altitude, even possibly moving to Bishop instead of Bridgeport.
This seemed to set the tone for the day. We had reports of boys jumping the fence and messing around in the stamp mill. The jar of representing finely crushed rock used on the interpretive tours,turned up missing later on - only remnants of it's contents spilt on the floor. More than likely the result of the mischievious kids. Later in the day Chris caught more young boys inside the mill area and her shouts scared them so much they hopped over the fence and ran down to Main Street like scared rabbits. Reports were going over our radios like crazy, and we all flew from different directions to head them off at the pass. Jenna and Randy caught them near the Boone Store...and gave them a lecture which scared them to death. I guess they were too ignorant to realize they weren't supposed to be in the mine area even though the fences and signs tell them to stay away.
Some time during this crazy day, Jenna and I found ourselves busy with hoards of people in the museum/ Miner's Union Hall, when word came over the radio that Mike had cut his finger on a lathe and needed first aid. Mark L. wound up taking him down to Mammoth hospital where he wound up most of the afternoon and evening.
At Jenna's lunch time, Jordan and I manned the museum. A man and his daughter appeared at the desk and announced that they were relatives of Pat Reddy, the famous one armed lawyer of Bodie, and Cerro Gordo fame. We exchanged information, and I sold him a silver Seekers book by Remi Nadeau so he could learn more about Pat Reddy and the ghost town of Cerro Gordo, which he was not aware of. The daughter, Lilly, about ten years old, was proud of her heritage and enjoyed talking history with me. We will be in touch again. Jenna came back from lunch and handed them a Bodie resident form to fill out for Terri's research program.
It was Save Our State Parks Day and people were requested to wear green and get pictures of themselves holding signs. Jenna and I worked througout the day on a panorama version with different people holding a sign with one of the words Save Our State Parks. We stood in front of our favorite place in Bodie holding the word, then Jenna posted it on the SOS site later in the evening. During our photo session, we also played around with ghost pictures in the Miller House. The ghosts we saw looked a lot like Cecile & Jenna ;-)
At the end of the day, Jenna, Jordan and I decided since Mike was still down in the hospital at Mammoth having his thumb tended to, we would have a girls night. Jenna's housemate, Debbie, would join us. Debbie and I headed in my van to pick up Jordan at the Moyle House where she lives. But before we could get there we had to head off vehicles parked at the kiosk after hours. No harm done - just tourists getting pictures from a distance since they got there too late for a real visit.
Jenna lives in the Garrity House and while it is different, the warmth and friendliness of Jenna and Mike's presence in their reminds me of the Belshaw House in Cerro Gordo. Jenna and Jordan cooked corn chowder and pumpkin waffles. The four of us girls took turns munching on the waffles as fast as they could come off of the electric waffle iron. They were delicious! Chowder done, we moved to the dining table and enjoyed it and more waffles. We must have been a sight in our jammies, pigging out on waffles and chowder in the old house, laughing and talking. Jenna loaded up the pictures she had taken of us during the day, and we laughed over them, while Debbie watched Jeremiah Johnson on a small tv in the living room.
We were all ready to make a real girls night of it, and go to sleep and wait for the ghosts...when Mike suddenly showed up with his thumb bandaged from his run - in with the lathe. We fed him corn chowder and made fun of his thumb. With Mike back, Jenna wanted to go back to Milk Ranch for the night with him, and Jordan was already half way out the door and on her way to the Moyle house on foot in the darkness of the Bodie night. Debbie watched Jeremiah Johnson, while I loaded Jenna and Mike in the van and we headed back to Milk Ranch to call it a night at our individual campsites.
Just another Sunday in Bodie, California!