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A Tree Tale: The End

Our long, dramatic encounter with the bark beetle has come to an end. At last.

It’s been well over a year now since the beetles came, conquered, and left destruction in their wake in our Sierra Nevada mountain home. We’re lucky, of course; compared to communities farther south, we barely suffered. Still, we’ve spent the last 18 months on a torturous homeowner odyssey: learning the telltale signs of a beetle strike, working with multiple forestry agencies to fell over a dozen 100-foot+ ponderosa pines, spending late nights online reading up on logging regulations and permit processes, dealing with the gargantuan mess left behind (through the record-setting winter of 2016-17, no less), facing off with shitty neighbors, growing closer to good ones…

And really learning a lot about trees in the process.

Now that it’s over (knock on wood), it’s kind of amazing to look back on it all, so I’m going to do that (some day when I’m feeling particularly ineffective, this is gonna be a great confidence booster)… Continue reading

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Bark Beetle: The Saga Continues

Here’s the latest:

Our trees died. All the ponderosa pines, at least.

Three weeks after discovering bark beetles had struck our biggest pines, on the 4th of July, we came back to our cabin in Arnold to discover…

They were all dead. Already.

It happened FAST. Here we were, fancy sprinkler equipment in hand, Scot the rediscovered-childhood-friend-turned-arborist lined up to arrive at 7:00 AM on Saturday morning and start injecting the biggest and strongest of the trees with insecticide, precise watering instructions from him typed up to keep us busy for two days in preparation, alarms set, beer bought, and…

Nope. They were gone. Yellow to the tip of every needle, 120 feet high. Four of them in the front, along the road, and another seven in the back, standing so tall that we couldn’t even see they had died unless we stood out in the road and looked over our roof, and beyond the tops of our tallest cedars.

Nature said “SCREW YOU, SILLY HUMANS!” Continue reading

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Old Man River

 

Let’s see… how do I express my love for the rivers of the Sierra Nevada? After spending this past weekend camping on the North Yuba’s lower elevations with a group of awesome people, I feel like I neeeed to.

Our favorite swimming hole on the Yuba; site of our weekend shenanigans, including some excellent (if not brisk!) whitewater tubing.

Our favorite swimming hole on the Yuba; site of our weekend shenanigans, including some excellent (if not brisk!) whitewater tubing.

 

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Warm + Toasty

2381 is officially christened.

Cheers to our new special place.

Cheers to our new special place.

Broken-in as our most special of all special places.

Warmed-up as a hideaway for the people (and animals) we love, to laugh, overeat, drink too much, sleep in, be loud or be quiet, and enjoy some of our beautiful, dwindling, pristine places in this country.  Continue reading

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Cabin Blues

We never thought our new cabin would give us the blues, but it has.

So many of them.

This many, to be exact:

Porcelain Vase?

Porcelain Vase?

Norwegian Night? (could go for one of those)

Norwegian Night? (could go for one of those)

Jellyfish Blue? (didn't know they were blue)

Jellyfish Blue? (didn’t know they were blue)

Isis Wept? (DAMN that's a great name)

Isis Wept? (DAMN that’s a great name)

Twinkle Twinkle? (seems kind of depressing for that name...)

Twinkle Twinkle? (seems kind of depressing for that name…)

Lake Henry? (where?)

Lake Henry? (where?)

Artistic Blue? (aren't they all?) Marina City? (sounds so very, very blue)

Artistic Blue? (aren’t they all?) Marina City? (sounds so very, very blue)

GOD I HATE PAINTING. Even just a tiny little bit of brand new trim. Especially when you don’t know what color you’re dealing with. And don’t want to cut out a piece of your old trim to get a sample (although, in hindsight, we could have, and should have, just done that).

But, now we have a new friend in the Arnold ACE Home Center. His name is Matt, and he works the paint counter. And he is happy to help you one, two, five times in the same weekend.

STEELE BLUE.

STEELE BLUE.

TA DA.

No more painting. Seriously.

Time to get to the “vacation” part of the “vacation home.”

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