Tumble

dispatches from planet htrae
and the ASU

   Far, far away from a galaxy on the other side of the mirror we are getting distress signals. Everything is out of focus.

     The elpoep of htrae and the nation of ASU face a terrible choice. The quadrennial hoot and toot tumble is under way and they must decide between the shelion and the cheeto vulgarian. It seems more elpoep of ASU dislike their hoot and toot choices than approve. They cry and moan and wonder how in the dlrow did it come to this? It is as if the sky is falling on us, they lament. And our feet hurt, they say. On htrae they think with their feet and stand on their head.

      "Out of all of the elope in ASU this is the best we can do?" is the question on everyone's dnim.

      No one has an answer for that, not even the great and wise sages of htrae.

       Democracy (Demo) and Republic (Repu), as you can see, have been fenced in. The elpoep of ASU worry that Demo and Repu are being sold down the river to the highest bidder. They'll be glue and dog food if either the shelion or the cheeto vulgarian get to ride the power glide. It'll bring a purple rain they fear.

        The hooting and tooting of the tumble has been underway for months and the elpoep are lining up for trips to diversion land, the happiest place on htrae.

      Once they get through the magic rings and into diversion land, all of the chatter of the hoot and toot tumble disappears.

      But alas the bliss is only short lived. Soon all of the elpoep of ASU are awakened by a poke in the eye as the media blast the hooting and tooting until a fatigued sleep comes again to the rescue. They dream of a distant planet, much like their own where they are told the streets are gold, the air waves free and clear, the citizens are peaceful and politicians are in cages.

      It is only a dream the shelion and the cheeto vulgarian say. "There is no better place" or "we can make it great again" they say. 

      The elpoep of ASU have trouble believing either of them, or believing their eyes. Really? they question. This is the best we can do? Are Demo and Repu doomed?  Is there nothing we can do? They consult their charts.

      What fate awaits the gentle elpoep of ASU?  

      To be continued on the other side of a mirror near you.

       In the meantime, see you down the trail. For those of you reading this on htrae, that would be down the liart.  

       

Clean Your Plate

     Food was not art when I was a kid. It probably would have been beyond me anyway. I was a pretty basic eater. Nothing too fancy served at our table. Dinner each evening was a family event. My brother and I were expected to be there, on time, hands and faces washed. It was about more than just food. It was conversation and time together.

     There were lean times after the war when Dad, like a lot of other WWII vets, was getting started, though I certainly didn't know it at the time.  Mom had the frugality of her Pennsylvania Dutch ancestry but her meals were always delicious with one exception.  Canned peas. They gag me to this day. We were of the generation told to clean our plates before leaving the table. There were few nights when that was a problem, unless it was canned peas. Eventually my parents learned I was prepared to sleep with my head on the table, those peas were not going into my mouth.  After a couple of episodes, I got a pass. Canned peas were not served to me and I was forever grateful.  Still am.

     How about you. Did you have to clean your plate?  Was there  ever anything that you just could not stomach?     

     See you down the trail.          

100% and Defining Local

contained

photo by Cal Fire

     The good news came from Cal Fire, The Chimney Fire is now 100% contained.

     Started August 13 the blaze destroyed 49 residences, 21  buildings, more than 46 thousand acres and for a week threatened the historic Hearst Castle.

      At its peak nearly 4,000 firefighters were on the scene augmented by 7 air tankers and 16 helicopters.  Cal Fire has released and re-deployed all but a few hundred firefighters.

       Local command will now supervise weeks of mop up, repair of roads, fire breaks, work to prevent erosion and stream run off.

      In the communities of Lake Nacimiento, Paso Robles, San Simeon, Cambria and in the adjoining wine country are signs and posters thanking the fire fighters. Heroes they are.

      Now they move to another fire or if lucky get a break and some time at home.

normal?

photo by Jacque Griffin

      Summer vacation season ends with Labor Day weekend and many California central coast residents are waiting to see an end to this. Midwest refugee Jacque Griffin captured this image noting it was "news worthy."  Traffic jams are a rarity, unless tourists flood the town as they do over the Pinedorado Weekend.

    The evidence of this photo is a touchstone in a community "discussion" in villages like ours. What is the balance between the quality of life of residents and the tourist hoards that are good for the hospitality industry?"  What is that balance? It's tricky.

     In the decade we have resided here we've witnessed an uptick in visitors. Friends who have been here for up to 30 years have seen a larger change, in size and character of the village as well as the tourist influx. 

    People came to Cambria because of its village quality and size. The quiet, natural character and location away from dense population was a draw. Some growth is inevitable but what remains with in the parameters of sustainability and resource use. How do you retain the character that makes a village unique and appealing? Would the restaurants we enjoy be here if there were not the seasonal visitors? What about some of those store fronts? What is reasonable?

     Opinions vary. In this village there are those who like its authentic, creative, funky and genuine nature. But there are some who prefer to see it more upscale, more like Carmel.

      This gets worked out by the coming and going of those who live here or who move on.

   Water is a friction point of course. Residents have reduced use by 20% to 40% but watch as thousands of out owners come and tap into our limited resource. And many tourists think nothing about dumping trash, leaving dog waste unattended, carelessly flicking cigarette butts, or ash trays and of course one of the most grievous offenses, take our parking spaces!

     In some ways, we are all tourists. California is a state where we drive. There is so much to see and do and so in our personal patterns we become visitors in another village or city.

   Though we note the end of summer often opens vistas and space.

   And it is hard to visit Morro Bay without an obligatory stop at Ruddells SmokeHouse where his fish Tacos have earned world wide acclaim. Deservedly.  But here I go only encouraging more tourist hoards.

    See you down the trail.

    

Close to Home

proud hubby

    The big weekend in Cambria got a little bigger when Lana won first place in the annual 927 Unconventional Art Show.

    Her WADING FOR EQUALITY is a paper mache sculpture featuring faces of women- family, friends, rights pioneers and powerful women. She is wearing boots and wading on a sea of issues; body image, under representation, reproductive rights, rape, sexual harassment, glass ceiling, equal pay and pregnancy leave.

     Judge Sam Peck called it "highly topical feminist art."

You can link here to see other award winners in the 927 Show.  It was begun in this art colony back in the early 70's as a place for wacky, ironic, zany and satirical art, often with an edge or political note.

     Doubly proud of Lana this weekend because she was also

a "biker chick" in Cambria's annual Pinedorado Weekend Parade.

      Frequent readers may recall that our parade is homegrown. There are traditional marching units and then there are some that are organic in a uniquely Cambrian way. In some cases there is no explanation.

      You may remember it begins and ends with the Calliope.

   The Cambria Garden Club Unit got my attention.  Lana is reprising one of their earlier presentations-The Blooming Biker Babes!

    One of the day's highlights was this little dear who simply could not stop dancing to the passing music. This little princess belongs to the local Gowdy family.

   We know for a fact that the pilot here, Glen, has put this machine through the paces on some high performance tracks.

 A crowd favorite is the Slabtown Rollers who stop along the route to serenade the crowd.

   Sometimes it is a family thing. Everyone in the act.

  An historical note to the frame below. The PCWT is the Pacific Coast Wine Trail and is on the path to becoming one of the world's most unique appellations. All of these vineyards are within a few miles of the Pacific Ocean.

   As noted previously, sometimes there is no explanation.

   This Cal Fire unit drew applause and cheers along the entire route. With the Chimney Fire fresh in mind everyone wanted to celebrate this representative of the "heroes."

    The Post Scripts

     Have  great labor day holiday.  

      See you down the trail.