When we left our home that morning we didn’t expect bad weather. We’d been enjoying an early spring for a few weeks, with intermittent rainstorms. So we took off for a drive to Arcata, on the coast, not thinking all that much about precipitation.

Our route is the Klamath River Highway - also known as the Bigfoot Scenic Byway because it passes by Bluff Creek where the famous Patterson-Gimlin Bigfoot movie was filmed, and there are a lot of Bigfoot sightings in this region. You can see a bit of the highway on the left side of this river photo. You can click on that photo for a larger version of it.

Forty miles downriver there are two tall bridges. With my acrophobia… and bridge-phobia… I have actually stayed awake nights fretting about these darn bridges! But that was years ago. After I discovered EFT (Emotional Freedom Techniques) I learned to tap away my phobias, and now I’m learning to cross these bridges without slowing down to a chicken-crawl first. I’m doing pretty well at this!

Anyhow, not long after we cross the bridges we come to the Junction School, and then Somes Bar which is nothing more than a solitary store - currently called the Salmon River Outpost - and homes that are scattered into the hills nearby, none of them visible from the highway. We stopped there and I took advantage of their coffee bar… got myself a mocha. You know, our town of Happy Camp has ten times the businesses, people, activity, etc… but not one decent coffee house! A local woman has promised to create one but it has been a couple years in the thinking phase, so far. I recently noticed some restaurant equipment being unloaded from her truck and stored in the restaurant space, so maybe something will happen this summer.

So, back to my story - I stopped at the store in Somes Bar and then we took off down the Klamath River Highway, continuing toward Eureka, but we didn’t get very far. We were stopped at the Salmon River Road turnoff by a CalTrans employee who informed us that a landslide would prevent us from continuing down the highway.

Okay… “So is there another way around?” I asked him.

“Take the Ishi Pishi Road,” he said.

He continued to talk and my boyfriend chatted with him. I was anxious to turn around and get on my way but then realized that the man was probably bored and lonely with all that road guarding. I mean, there he was in the wilderness next to this landslide and there was nobody else around anywhere. So the guys chatted a while and eventually we turned around and drove back to the store. People outside there were looking at us. “Yeah, we got told,” I muttered… and I turned onto the Ishi Pishi Road which is on the other side of the store.

The map shows Ishi Pishi Road, which is just west of the closed Highway 96. Google tells me it is 6.9 miles, taking about sixteen minutes to drive.

We drove past a couple of hitch hikers (sorry guys but my boyfriend isn’t into picking them up) and over a bridge, then were on the road to Orleans. The road is one-lane, narrow, paved (thankfully,) but with no lines painted on. When you meet someone going the other way someone has to sidle up to the cliff and edge around - hopefully gracefully - and if you’re lucky there’s a very narrow turnout. Aside from that, there’s always the backing up option. Fortunately we didn’t have that experience and managed to get through just fine though my boyfriend was upset because I was driving. He’s a former professional truck driver and thinks he knows it all about driving! (He does, but believe me, sometimes I just don’t want to hear it!)

After a few miles on this road he was saying, “I don’t like it. I think we should turn back.”

I shuddered. I hadn’t driven more than forty miles just to turn around and go home. I wanted to go have some fun at the coast! I rarely get to go out of town - and living in the middle of a forest gets claustrophobic at times. A trip out of town is a very special event! I managed to convince him it was okay to keep going. I’d been on Ishi Pishi Road once before, about nine years ago.

“It isn’t all that long,” I told him.

Not long after we got onto the Ishi Pishi Road we were able to see the landslide on the other side of the river. WOW. That hillside came down and covered the entire road, and continued on down to the river. A very impressive mess! It happened two weeks before we got there, but nothing had been done to fix the problem. We passed a surveyor on Ishi Pishi Road. I don’t know how surveying helps… but apparently they’re being very cautious on how they’re going about correcting this problem.

The photo is by a CalTrans worker (fair use, government property!) … I found it at this article about the slide, which includes a video of the slide in progress!

After about twenty minutes (seemed like an hour) we finally got to the end of twisty, narrow Ishi Pishi Road. It curved around down the hillside into the very small town of Orleans, and we turned right to continue on our way to the coast. After Orleans we pass through Weitchpec, originally a Yurok village, and then Hoopa, a Native American reservation town. The next town is Willow Creek. In that town we went to visit a Bigfoot research and blogging friend, Steven, at his Bigfoot Books store a few miles east of town. It was the first time my boyfriend (and Bigfoot research partner) had met Steven so they talked for a long time while I looked for art books, then herb books, then yoga books… and I even got a Bigfoot book. I’ll put links to the books I bought at the end of this story.

After that we went to Arcata, ate dinner, and got ready to return. On the way back we stopped at the Blue Lake Casino from which I emerged about fifty dollars richer. Here’s my casino tip: twenty dollars, twenty minutes. If you don’t win in the first twenty minutes, get out. The longer you stay the more chi is expended from your energy stores, and the longer they have to send you subliminal “spend money” messages. And don’t spend more than twenty dollars. Also, if you win anything, leave immediately. If you win you think you’ll win more and then spend all your winnings trying. Don’t do it! Take the money and run!

Anyhow, I won, took my money, and was happy that it paid for my gasoline and dinner in Eureka. So we made our way back up the hill toward Willow Creek, noticing intermittent snow flurries. I’d seen them on the way down too. Nothing big or spectacular - just a few small flakes. Nothing to even slow down for.

In Willow Creek we stopped for gas and then took off down Highway 96, the Bigfoot Scenic Byway, heading for home. Perhaps I should mention that it is a three and one-half hour drive from Eureka to the town we live near, Happy Camp. In Hoopa my boyfriend took over the wheel, and I settled back for a pleasant drive home.

As he turned onto Ishi Pishi Road in Orleans, the snow started coming down again. Before long, it took on blizzard proportions, and there we were on the one-lane mountain road with no lines on it, at night, with drastically reduced visibility due to all the white stuff swirling around us. At that point I was glad that my boyfriend, the ex-truck driver, was driving, but still I decided it was time to pray. As we drove on, the snow got thicker and started to stick to the ground. As the non-driver I was instructed to keep an eye out for deer, and was reprimanded by the nervous driver when I wanted to listen to my SanDisk - Sansa Fuze to help me calm down. Okay, no music! Prayers… probably a better idea anyway!

We finally got to the end of the Ishi Pishi Road - I was so happy about that - and turned onto the Klamath River Highway - we still had another 40 miles of cliffs and twists and turns - but at least now there was a set of lines on the road to help guide us. There have been a lot of really terrible accidents on this road, even with better weather. If you go over the cliff side it is a long way down, so to be precise, I’d have to say I was as terrified as I’ve ever been in this life. I don’t particularly like the road on a good day; but on a day when you can barely see five feet in front of you because of the swirling oncoming large snowflakes reflecting in the headlights, it was very, very scary.

Well, as you can tell, I got home safely and there was only one stretch with snow covering over the lines on the highway. As we got closer to home there was less snow falling, and that helped a lot.

On the way home I didn’t want to mention it but once we felt safe again I asked, “You didn’t happen to look at the weather report before we left today, did you?” He sort of growled at me. Neither of us had expected snow because the weather recently had been so warm and spring-like.

I told him, “I think this happened for a reason - to teach me to trust you and God more.” After all, he’d had the intuition, when we were heading out, that Ishi Pishi Road wasn’t a great route and that we should turn back. In the future, I will definitely be listening for his intuitions, because apparently they are better than mine.

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Here, as promised, are the books I bought at Bigfoot Books in Willow Creek. It is a used bookstore and as you can see most of these are out of print but still available through Amazon.

Looks like I got a bargain on that Herb Bible! Thank-you, Steven! It is a beautiful book…
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Since I started my $5 per week food budget, I’ve developed an odd habit: dinner for breakfast. Yes, I’m eating my dinner foods first thing in the morning, odd as that may seem.

Before I started conserving on my food budget I started each day with a tall mug of sweetened tea and a Clif Bar. The Clif Bars cost $1.50 or so here in the one supermarket in our remote mountain town. My favorite flavor was “Peanut Toffee Buzz” which has a bit of caffeine in it. Unfortunately the Clif Bars, which cost me a minimum of $10.50 per week, were the first things to go from my food budget. I say minimum because I liked them so much, I often ate them for snacks later in the day as well.

When I ran out of Clif Bars I started making oatmeal for breakfast but my supply has dwindled. Though I’m an avid food storage advocate, I hadn’t stored oatmeal. Big mistake! I plan to make a food storage shopping trip after my six-week $5/wk. budgeting experiment is over. Oatmeal is one thing I’ll stock up on. It is a great way to get a filling breakfast in the morning.

I know a lot of people reading this will be groaning because they think oatmeal is the worst breakfast ever, but it has its uses. It digests slowly and come to think of it, Avena Sativa (oat) is a popular herb for various reasons… energy being one of them. Google “Avena Sativa” and you’ll get other ideas on what people are buying this herb for. I have some in capsule form that I’ve taken as part of my regimen to get off hypothyroid medications.

Since I like to eat a substantial breakfast, and am a total vegetarian, I’ve started eating my rice, lentils, potatoes and carrots for breakfast. I cook them once or twice weekly in my rice steamer; rice and lentils in the bottom and veggies on top. I cut my potatoes in half and eat them like baked potatoes when the rice steamer opens. For breakfast I chop the steamed potatoes and carrots into small pieces, warm in olive oil with sliced fresh garlic, and then add the rice and lentil mixture on top. Spices I add are simply salt, pepper, and garlic powder. I like lots of garlic as you can see, and believe it has great health benefits for my circulatory system.

It is nearly 4am as I write this and I’ve just had two small plates of this wonderful breakfast. Though I also eat the same for dinner I’m fully satisfied with this and know I won’t be hungry for a while.

I’m developing another breakfast… with vegan pancakes and a variety of toppings. More on that another time. The recipe isn’t perfected enough to share yet. Meanwhile, I can say I’m still eating well though I’ve reached week three of my $5/wk. food budgeting experiment.

Food purchases last week were $1.99 for a bag of potatoes, $.35 for carrots, and $.98 for fresh broccoli. That gave me $1.68 left over which I’m adding to this week’s food budget. I haven’t decided yet what I’ll spend it on. I’m considering olive oil as I’m almost out. I do have a couple pounds of butter I could use instead. I’ll probably wait until later in the week to make a decision on what to buy next. Oatmeal comes to mind.

Do you have a favorite salsa recipe?

Mine is SO simple!

I chop a few tomatoes into small pieces, add about half a chopped onion, and add one finely chopped jalapeno pepper. Can’t get much simpler than that! Still, it totally satisfies me.

At one time I didn’t know much about Mexican food. My mother never cooked it. NEVER.

Then when I was about 23 years old, I had a Hispanic boyfriend. I say Hispanic instead of Mexican because he’s never been in Mexico. Maybe today the preferred term is Latino. I don’t know… Hispanic always sounded okay to me. Anyhow, he took me home to meet his parents… they were living in Chowchilla, California at the time. His mother made dinner … and I sat down to a meal like nothing I’d ever had before.

I was doing okay with the food - all vegetarian, my favorite! She gave me homemade pinto beans and fried potatoes on a paper plate, and then plunked down a flour tortilla right next to that. Oh my goodness! I had NO IDEA what to do with the tortilla! I had to sit there watching my boyfriend eat so I’d get an idea of what to do with it. He tore it into tiny pieces and used it to pick up the other foods!

That was my introduction to Mexican food. A few months later I MARRIED this guy, and actually LEARNED to cook Mexican foods. Then in 1985 we divorced… but I still love the Mexican food!

Have you ever noticed how much better home cooked pinto beans are? I mean, better than the ones coming out of a can? WOW, the taste differential is astounding!

I like to cook beans about once a week… usually black beans, pinto beans, or lentils. I often combine the lentils with rice. This is my burrito filling. At this point I’ve weaned myself off of cheese so all I put into my burritos is the beans, salsa, and sometimes potatoes, rice, or lettuce.

I also have the habit of warming my tortillas just like my mother-in-law did… directly over the flame of a gas burner. I’d be so lost with an electric stove! My now-boyfriend insists on frying his tortillas in a frying pan with butter. Not for me! I toss mine directly on a fully-lit burner and count to ten, then turn them over, count to ten, wait for the bubbles to emerge, and that’s it. No butter, no extra calories.. no mess.

Can you tell I love burritos? I’ve been eating them a lot lately… often alongside a mug full of my amazing and delicious vegetable soup. (The soup will have to be another posting… some other day.)

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Also: Happy First Day of Spring… Joyous Spring Equinox… and for the Persians and Baha’is: Happy Naw Ruz!

One of my favorite vegetarian dishes is pasta. My boyfriend likes his with canned Alfredo sauce and mushrooms on it. I like that too, but when I make it I usually use herbs, sometimes with chunks of fresh tomato tossed in for flavor, color, and health.

While cooking the pasta I heat a frying pan containing a small amount of oil and sliced fresh garlic. My choices for oil are olive oil, coconut oil, or sunflower oil… all organic. For this, I usually choose olive oil because I love the flavor. To my garlic I add salt, thyme, parsley, kelp flakes, oregano and basil. When the pasta is cooked and drained, I put some in the frying pan with my oil and herbs, and mix it together. The fresh tomatoes go in last, when the heat is turned off. Then I put it all on a plate with Parmesan cheese on top, and sometimes a little grated sharp cheddar right under the Parmesan. Mmmmm… I am such a pasta lover.

You notice I share my recipes but usually don’t mention amounts. I expect that we all have have an inner instinct for knowing how much to use. Learning to rely on that is part of becoming a confident cook. My grandmother never used measuring cups or spoons, and I rarely do.

Pasta choices… my boyfriend likes fettuccine. Honestly, I like it all but usually use fettuccine, spaghetti, or macaroni.

A few nights ago I went to the regular Friday evening fund-raising dinner at our local art center. This is a vegan/vegetarian dinner. They served big pasta shells with some kind of sauce (I should have asked) along with a green salad, cooked beets, and a slice of homemade bread. The dinner was satisfying and delicious, and for five dollars, I enjoyed the meal and the company of artistically minded people. The money is to be used to build a new art center in our remote mountain town.

I don’t know if any of you were in a situation anything like mine. If you identify, let me know. The problem was that my mother didn’t teach me how to cook, so as a young woman I was very much lacking in self-confidence when it came to cooking. Plus dinner preparations in our parental home were less than optimal. My mom woke up from a nap and went into the kitchen, not wanting to deal with us kids, and fixed something simple like hamburger patties or hamburger helper, and warmed-up green peas with a salad. There was always a salad, and that’s what she asked one of her daughters to fix. Honestly, my mom was and is a wonderful cook. She can do amazing things with food when she needs to. I’m just giving you a worst-case scenario. Still, I didn’t learn much about cooking.

Also my grandmother, her mother, was a fantastic cook. Dinners at her house were always wonderful. But neither of them took time to teach me how to cook, except for one incident I clearly remember. My mom wanted to teach me how to bake a cake and so she taught me - from a box. I remember baking a marble cake - I think it was chocolate cake mix with white cake mix swirled in. Now, that was a good, positive experience, and I thank Mom for it. But when I was 18, on my own, trying to start a family, I was clueless in the kitchen. I knew how to make grilled cheese sandwiches from processed prepared sliced cheese, and a tossed green salad, and oatmeal for breakfast, and that’s about it.

Of course this didn’t go over good with my first boyfriend (later he was my first husband) but he tried to help. We lived in San Francisco - at first in the Haight Ashbury, then in Noe Valley, and later in the Haight Ashbury again. At that time we started making bread together every day. He knew more about making bread than I did as apparently his mother did it. I, however, had never seen anyone making bread.

I’d seen my grandmother making pie dough. Once when I stayed with her as a teenager she decided to make a peach cobbler. I asked her to teach me how but she said something like, “Not now, I’m busy, I just want to do this and get it over with.” She put flour in a bowl, then butter. This she cut in with two knives. Nothing was measured. She poured in the appropriate amount of water, and voila! Perfect pie dough. Then she lined her 9×13″ pan with dough, put two big cans of peach slices in, poured in some sugar… again, no need to measure anything. Then she covered it with more dough and put it in the oven for an hour or so. It always came out perfect and I learned almost nothing about how to do it myself. I think I tried to make a peach cobbler once and it didn’t turn out nearly as good as my grandmother’s.

Anyhow, back to bread-baking in the Haight Ashbury. I tried every day to bake bread right, but usually it was a failure. Usually the bread didn’t rise right, or wasn’t cooked enough, or something would happen to make it less than perfect. It took months before I could produce edible bread. Somehow I had decided I couldn’t cook, so I couldn’t. A self-fulfilling prophecy. I knew nothing about being the kind of woman who could prepare a wholesome meal every evening, regularly and dependably. Plus my boyfriend and I had different eating preferences. I was a vegetarian; he wasn’t. He brought in steaks to cook for himself and didn’t want most of what I wanted to eat anyway.

So that was the beginning of my cooking career. I wish I’d worked in a restaurant back then; it would have made me feel much more comfortable with the issue of cooking food. Instead I suffered for many years, trying to learn to cook. Even to this day I still have times where a fear of cooking comes upon me. That lack of self-confidence is hard to get away from.

Because of all this, it is strange that I have a cooking blog, don’t you think? I can cook now, and have collected my own workable, practical vegetarian recipes over the years, but I’m hardly a natural at it.