Chiloquin 2

We still have had the campground pretty much to ourselves although a car or two will pull through each day. Yesterday we saw a couple of old guys pull in in their pick up with ten or so milk jugs and one five-gallon water container who went up to the springs to get fresh water. I chatted with them for a few minutes. One was a Klamath, 72 years old, last name Hamilton. He did not appear to be full blood but he quickly let me know he was a Klamath. He is living in these woods full time, even through the winter, in a small trailer currently camped on the Sycan at Coyote Canyon I think he said. He plans to use the camp we are now in through the winter. He told me about being hassled by the Forest Service but they backed off when he got belligerent, threatening the use of guns. His buddy was an “illegal white man” living with him. He pointed out this camp has been used thousands of years by the local peoples. Gives me kind of an eerie feeling to think about that, I feel like a trespasser in a way.

Another guy pulled in who had been in a few days before with his girl friend. He had left his $150 boots (so he said) and his pants on the picnic table in an adjacent site. He musta been awful drunk to drive off with no pants on, girl friend too. His stuff was still there though. When he pulled out he asked how much we would charge him to camp there. In spite of being tempted to name a price I told him we would let him stay there free. (Chuckle)

He thanked us and said he might be back this coming weekend.

The weather remains perfect but the dust is something else. It is that volcanic pumice and it gets in your teethe and up the nostrils. My allergies are pretty much dormant but we may have to pull out sooner than later because of it.

Later,

Greg