The Ghost Towns of Central Oregon – Part 6 – Friend

Due to some unexpected events, I wasn’t able to finish off the Ghost Towns Blog Series as soon as I would have liked.

The unexpected event….

This is the final in the Ghost Towns of Central Oregon.

Friend, Oregon

Welcome to Friend, buddy

In its prime, the town consisted of a schoolhouse, a store, a train depot, and a cemetery. The town Friend was named after George Friend who had the original post office established on his own homestead in 1903.

Like the nearby ghost towns that we have already visited, the town seemed to only exist because of the railroad. Friend was the end of the line for the Great Southern Railroad, but when a new rail line was built from Dufur to The Dalles, then the little town of Friend all but shut down. The Friend train depot closed in 1928, and Friend has been considered a ghost town since the early 1930’s.

Hi, Friend!
Friend Store.
Friend school.

The old Friend Store is located on private property now, but the schoolhouse was open for self-tours. Although there are a few ranches nearby, Friend was probably the ghostiest of the ghost towns that we visited during our Central Oregon Ghost Town Trip.

This building sits alone in the middle of a field. Rumor mill says it used to be a bank.
Inside the school house looking out.
A piano remains in the school building.
School’s out…
The only friend I actually met in Friend.

Now that our central Oregon ghost town tour has come to an end, we will begin working on our summer travel plans. What are you summer camping/travel/RVing plans?

Ghost Towns of Central Oregon – Part 4 – Rajneeshpuram

ghost town
noun
a town that was busy in the past but is now empty
or nearly empty because the activities that kept
people there have stopped

Rajneeshpuram

Chandra Mohan Jain aka Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh aka Osho (Photo Credit: Wikipedia)

Chandra Mohan Jain was born December 11, 1931 in India. He later became known as Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh. In the 1960’s he traveled throughout India as a public speaker sharing his philosophies and criticizing orthodox religions.  Bhagwan encouraged meditation, mindfulness, celebration, courage, and humor. His teachings on having an open attitude of sexuality is what caused him the most controversy during his life.

In the early 1970’s Bhagwan and his followers, which were called neo-sannyasins, settled in Pune, Maharashtra, India. The neo-sannyasins built an ashram for Bhagwan, which is similar to a monastery, where his followers could learn his teachings. By the late ’70s the ashram was in debt to the Indian government for back taxes of over $5 million.

And this is where Oregon comes in.

Central Oregon

Bhagwan became interested in the United States and sent his people to create a new ashram. His right hand woman, Ma Anand Sheela, purchased land in Oregon near the small town of Antelope with the money they had saved on their taxes.

Rajneeshpuram (Photo Credit: Wikipedia)

The Big Muddy Ranch in central Oregon became Rancho Rajneesh, and was later incorporated as the city of Rajneeshpuram. The commune was an enormous 64,229 acres. Rajneeshpuram had a 160-room hotel, a 2 acre meeting hall, shopping malls, restaurants, laundromats, city police, and even an airport. For being a spiritual leader Bhagwan sure had a taste for the finer things; like 85 Rolex watches and 93 Rolls Royce.

(Photo Credit: SIPA/Rex/Shutterstock)
Part of the runway for the Rajneeshpuram airport, and an old fire truck in the background.

Rajneeshpuram was a bustling city and its resident were the only ones happy about it. The following years were filled with legal battles between the Rajneesh and local farmers and Oregon government. Most conflicts were due to illegal land use by the commune and the commune’s unwillingness to compromise.

The main office of Rajneeshpuram, as it looks today.

After the Rajneeshees established Bhagwan as a religious leader in the United States, he began a vow of silence and Sheela became his voice. Eventually Sheela started using her own voice to gain local political power. At her direction some members of the commune moved into the nearest town, Antelope. In time they managed to get themselves voted onto the city council and they changed the name of Antelope to Rajneesh.

Dedicated to those of this community who throughout the Rajneesh invasion and occupation of 1981-1985 remained, resisted, and remembered…”The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.” – Edmund Burk

Flexing their political muscles gave the Rajneesh even more bad press. Rumors that the commune was nothing more than a sex cult with rampant drug use irritated everyone…except for those having the sex most likely. Gossip was that even Bhagwan had his own drug problem of a lot of Valium and inhaling nitrous-oxide for fun.

Temporary housing for the 1983 First World Celebration. (Photo Credit: Wikipedia)

In the summers of 1983 and 1984 Rajneeshpuram held World Celebration Festivals. During the festivals there were up to 15,000 neo-sannyasins visiting rural central Oregon. The Rajneeshees were spreading through Wasco and Jefferson counties like a bright red STD.

Bhagwan driving one of his Rolls Royce to wave at his followers. (Photo Credit: Wikipedia)

In October of 1984 neo-sannyasins, following the orders of Ma Anand Sheela, poisoned multiple salad bars at restaurants in The Dalles, Oregon with Salmonella. The purpose? It was a practice run for election day in November. The goal was to keep the citizens of The Dalles home sick so they couldn’t vote, which would give the Rajneeshees even more political power. No one died during the attack, but the 750 people that got food poisoning probably wished they had. The incident is considered the first bioterrorism attack in the United States. It is still questioned as to whether Bhagwan was the mastermind behind the bioterrorism or if Sheela planned it on her own.

Rajneesh propaganda that is completely fake.
According to rumor this is the building that the Rajneesh grew their Salmonella.

By 1985 Rajneeshpuram was falling apart. Bhagwan began insisting that he was not a religious leader and ordered his neo-sannyasins to burn all his teachings and books. In October of ‘85 a grand jury indicted Rajneesh and several of his disciples with conspiracy to evade immigration laws. His lawyers, which were of course neo-sannyasins, made a deal with the US Attorney’s office. Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh was given a 10 year suspended sentence, 5 years of probation and a $400,000 fine – and the agreement that he leave the United States.

Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh left Oregon and went back to India. He changed his name to Osho and continued his spiritual teachings to new and old neo-sannyasins. Osho died January 19, 1990 in Pune, India of natural causes. His philosophies and teachings are still available, and you can still join his cult if you like. Just visit https://www.osho.com/

Apartment Buildings still standing
Currently there are signs saying that this is maintenance housing.

By 1987 Rajneeshpuram was empty of the followers of Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh. The state of Oregon took ownership of the town for past due taxes and fines, and then sold it to Dennis Washington. Washington attempted to run a ranch for profit (The Washington Family Ranch), and when that failed he tried to sell the land back to Oregon to be used as a state park. Oregon said oh, hells no!

Welcome – Young Life – Washington Family Ranch

In 1996 The Washington Family Ranch donated the land to Young Life, a Christian youth organization. Since 1999 they have held various youth summer camps, festivals, and retreats.

Welcome to summer camp!

The city of Rajneeshpuram is so ghost town that it isn’t a town anymore…just a church camp where people congregate to hear the word of Jesus, a man who hung out with people of open sexuality and shared his philosophies and beliefs of prayer (meditation and mindfulness), church (celebration), and standing up for your fellow man (courage); plus he liked to brag about his 3-day hide and seek championship (humor).

A rainbow seen shining down on The Old Muddy Ranch aka Rajneeshpuram aka Washington Family Young Life Camp. Which one got the nod from God? Who knows. He works in mysterious ways.

Fall colors and Green Farms – Huntington, Oregon

Fall Colors and Green Farms – Huntington, Oregon

If you’re anything like me, you might be wondering where you can find a small, quiet rural town with glorious fall colors and more pot stores per capita than anywhere I have ever been. Well, beautiful people. Look no more. Welcome to Huntington, Oregon, population 436.

Welcome to Huntington, Oregon

Huntington’s City Park exploding with fall!

Huntington sits 25 miles west of the Idaho border, and is the closest town to Boise that legally sells marijuana. In Oregon it is not illegal to sell to out-of-state patrons, as long as they are of legal age. Going out of their way to make sure they will not be held responsible, the dispensaries in Huntington make out-of-staters sign a waiver stating that they won’t cross state lines with their purchases…luckily, patrons are not under oath when they sign. 

In addition to the dispensaries, there are also a few local pot farms within city limits which makes for a lovely crisp, fall aroma. 

Although this is in the window of one of the dispensaries, this is true for the entire town if the breeze is blowing right.

Huntington is an odd assortment of residents, history, and rugged beauty.

Picnic in the City Park

An old train car that the town uses for local events is parked at the City Park.

The trees in Huntington have nothing but love.

Mater sits in a field nearby.

Downtown Huntington building.

Even historic buildings could use an update sometimes. “Clark’s Cafe. All White Help. A good place to eat.

Coca – Cola from prehistoric times.

Huntington is very proud of their historical railways, which still run 24 hours a day through the area.

Okay, so if the marijuana isn’t enough to make you want to visit, maybe the herds of deer that wander freely through the town will convince you.

These lovelies were making out at the library, about 5 feet from me.

Excuse me ma’am. Do you have a minute to discuss our lord and savior, the Great Prince of the Forest and his son, Bambi?

Wildlife is easy to find nearby, like at the Spring Creek Recreation area along the Snake River. Spring Creek Recreation area is BLM land; you can stay for $5.00 a night during the active season, and for free in the off season. There is potable water, and vault toilets but no other amenities. The views are gorgeous, and the small critters are aplenty – including some  RV hitchhikers of the little mouse kind. 

Sunrise over the Snake River

Oh! Hello! Have you seen my brothers, Theodore or Alvin?

A popular member of the community. He is invited to dinner every Thanksgiving.

A few miles north of the Spring Creek Recreation area, we came across this little…town. Welcome to Jack Gordon, Oregon. Unincorporated. Population 2 or more. Elevation 2095.

Views of the Snake River

Most rural towns in America have a spot where the local graduates get to graffiti their graduation year, and Huntington is no different. This giant rock is located just outside of Huntington. The oldest mark we found was from 1964.

A heart-shaped cave…even their caves have nothing but love!

For those that enjoy a more civilized RVing life, there is the Farewell Bend State Park 4 miles from downtown Huntington (which is also the whole of Huntington) with water and electric hookups.

Farewell Bend State Park

Farewell Bend is named such because of the Oregon Trail pioneers that followed the Snake River, would pause to rest at the bend before continuing on their trek.

The last camp on the weary journey across the Snake River plains. Here the Oregon Trail left the Snake River and wound overland to the Columbia.

This is the farewell bend of the Snake River

The park is beautiful, well-maintained with helpful rangers. We were there in the off season, so only one loop was open in the campground. So, there may be loops in the campground that have full hookups, but the winter loop does not due to freezing temperatures.

Restored wagons welcome you to Farewell Bend State Park

Lookin for a pal, ain’t it a pity, Lookin for a gal, needn’t be pretty, if she’ll ride on the Wagon Train. Wagons ho!

…there are riders with guns by their sides, the wagon train’s full of women and hides, the men drink and smoke to pass the time

The Huntington area is rich with history, with a modern day twist on their local wares. We loved the 2 weeks we spent there, and will definitely stay in the area again on our way through.

Plus –  where else can you see a kid dressed up for Halloween as the Black Panther wearing worn out shitkickers?

What are thoooose?


Learn more about Huntington, Oregon here.

And you can get our awesome thermal backpack picnic set here.

 

Book Review – The Princess Diarist by Carrie Fisher

The Princess Diarist by Carrie Fisher

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Have you ever wanted to sit down with Carrie Fisher, sip on a glass of iced tea, and hear her juicy stories about Harrison Ford? Have you ever imagined staring at her in awe as she reads her poetry from when she was just nineteen years old and still had her entire crazy life before her? Or is that just me?

Well, if that is what you are looking for then read The Princess Diarist. This memoir is like the best gossip fest ever! And I don’t even like gossip!

"I wish that you could love me more so I could love you less." 
- Carrie Fisher

It was a treat to read her her story and her truths. There are entries from journals that she kept while filming Episode IV, including poetry and personal memories. There are a lot of emotions on the pages of this book, but what young woman could resist a scruffy looking nerf herder?

Call his indifference a mystery
Call his arrogance intellect
All you've got to lose is your heart
And a little self-respect
-Carrie Fisher

Yea, me either, Carrie.

Book Review – Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer

Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer

“It should not be denied...that being footloose has always exhilarated us. It is associated in our minds with escape from history and oppression and law and irksome obligations, with absolute freedom, and the road has always led west.” 
-Wallace Stegner, The American West as Living Space

Into the Wild is the story of Christopher McCandless, an affluent young man who had been given all he could have ever needed or wanted financially-including a trust fund that he gave to the organization OXFAM, a charity committed to fighting hunger. Just over two years later Christopher’s alter-ego, Alexander Supertramp, died of starvation in the Alaskan Wilderness. While the end of his life was tragic, his thirst for life and adventure was not. 

The book is the result of Krakauer following in Alex’s footsteps through America. Alex made many friends along the way, and found a sense of family in complete strangers that he could never find with his own biological family.

He wanted nothing more than to be free. To live by his own intelligence and will. He wanted to go into the wild.

“I now walk into the wild.” 
―Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild

If you are travelers like we are at Write on the Road, then I must insist that you read this book. You will feel the emotional journey of Chris McCandless on a different level than the average person. You will be able to understand that wanderlust, and the desire to wake to a new view every single day.

If you don’t travel full time like we do, then I still must insist that you read the book. Find your own wanderlust. Feel the passion to see new horizons. Eat new food. Try the local beers. Hike new mountains.

Become a tramp…

“...make a radical change in your lifestyle and begin to boldly do things which you may previously never have thought of doing, or been too hesitant to attempt. So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservation, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man's living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun. If you want to get more out of life, you must lose your inclination for monotonous security and adopt a helter-skelter style of life that will at first appear to you to be crazy. But once you become accustomed to such a life you will see its full meaning and its incredible beauty.” 
― Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild

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Story Time – Silver Rock by M.D. Parker

Write on the Road spent a few days drycamping in a ghost town. The spirits that resided there inspired M.D. Parker to share their story.

Silver Rock by M.D. Parker

She moved through the doorway with a small bundle of wood in her hands. The morning was cooler than she expected, and the fire needed stoking. Maria knelt down pulling open the heavy iron door. She tugged on her dress to keep the hem from catching under her sandaled feet. Only a little, she thought. Just enough to warm the water and take away the morning chill. The day would soon be warm enough. She closed the iron door and stood, wondering, if today would be the day he came back. Miguel still had not come home.

She loves him through his faults. Miguel is heavy with the drink, but no one works harder than he. She looks around the house. She should try more, she thinks. The wood is chipping and the whitewash she spread along the wall is cracking. She notices a dark stain near the door, like ground in charcoal. She fetches a bucket from outside the door. She returns with a small amount of water and lye soap to scrub it away, but there is no stain. Confused, she looks around before setting the bucket down and gives up trying to remember what she was looking for.

She can’t remember how long they’ve been there, but she can remember the man in his horseless buggy. She’d heard they were becoming very popular in the cities and soon they would be everywhere. She didn’t believe it. His horseless buggy couldn’t make it up the hills like her horse could. He had walked up the last hill to tell her that she would have to leave. The claim belonged to her husband and she was not entitled. Yes, entitled was the word he used. She knew the English, but the man in his fancy suit and horseless… “automobile” is what he called it, he used lots of words she was not familiar with. She chased him away with the rifle Miguel left standing by the door.

Maria cared very little for the fancy man, but she never wanted to hurt him. She just wanted to scare him; make him go. She had to keep everything ready for when Miguel returned. He will take care of the fancy man, and she will take care of their home. That was the deal when they came to the hills outside of Silver Rock, and everything had been going fine until the day…

She would not think of that day. She had work to do, right after she relieved herself. She stepped with care across the rough ground; just a few feet from their door to the outhouse. The sun, not fully over the mountain, did little to light the path.

The day passed, as so many others had, while she waited for Miguel. She filled their water from the hand pump over the well. She made herself some food and had some put away for Miguel. She tended to the plants in her makeshift garden that was bordered by rocks she had placed in concentric circles. She brushed off her dress and set to preparing the oil lamps as the sun touched the western hills. The moon already showed itself, full and bright, as it chased the sun away.

She heard them coming. A rumbling sound. They were following the same track that had been laid down by the uncountable trips with their wagon, hauling what Miguel had pulled from the mine on their way into Silver Rock to get the goods they needed. It came into view. Another horseless buggy, of sorts.

It was strange though, closed in like a carriage of painted metal. Not open like the fancy man’s. She watched as they stopped so near to her home. The wheels looked nothing like the ones on the fancy man’s. His had spokes like a wagon. These were solid and of the shiniest metal, like they were made from pure silver. How rich must the owner be to afford such extravagance? She grabbed the oil lamp from the mantel and turned for the door.  Stopping only a foot past the rifle. She raised the oil lamp to get a better view beyond the shadows thrown long by the setting sun and the rising moon. She could not help her mouth falling agape as people climbed from the carriage.

A man got out first first from the front of the carriage and looked around as if not seeing her. He wore denim of a quality she had never seen. A thin shirt hung over his torso, like an undershirt but with pictures painted on it. The woman that stepped out next was the reason for her shock. She looked like a harlot; a half naked working girl. She wore no dress. Her legs bare, her bottom covered only by some kind of tight fitting pant that ended high upon her thighs. She too wore a shirt with painted pictures, the front low enough to show hints of the breasts it barely covered. harlot or no, she felt a tinge of wonder if her own legs had looked like that before age had taken the youth from beneath her dress.

They both moved and spoke as if she was not there. Ignoring her as she called out to them. This man in his fancy carriage and his harlot companion had no business around her home. They continued to speak with no regard to her. They spoke in clear English, but some words she did not know. She continued to wonder at the woman who seemed so comfortable being so near to naked.  

Maria stepped out farther toward them, forgetting the rifle by the door.

“You see the burn marks? I told you she did it.” The man said to his companion, pointing just behind Maria.

“She must have been so sad,” the woman said.

Maria turned to see what the man was pointing at and saw the charcoal colored stain she had meant to clean up that morning. The two of them walked right passed her, straight into her home stepping with care.

Pare! No se puede entrar! She said too fast, forgetting her English.

“Did you hear that?” The woman was looking around.

“Hear what?” The man answered with his eyebrow up mocking the bare-skinned woman.

“Something, I’m not sure.”

He’s laughed then, “Don’t tell me you believe the stories about her ghost now?”

Maria reached for them. The man’s shoulder was closest to her. A startled half scream slipped past her lips as her hand passed through his shoulder like a wisp of smoke from a pipe. The man turned around and his face fell slack as he stumbled. Then it all became a blur. It happened so fast.

He screamed and the woman did not move but met Maria’s gaze, eye to eye. Maria shook away the shock, realizing she must have missed his shoulder, she had meant to grab him, to tell him to get out of her home. They had no right. She stepped forward yelling at them. Her Spanish and English mixing in her tirade.

Pare! Get out of my home. No entrar. LEAVE!

The man scrambled and stumbled as he tried with desperation to bring his feet under him. The woman broke the ice holding her feet to the ground and grabbed the man by his painted picture shirt. He swung his arms as he stood. Maria stepped in closer holding the lamp at him, shaking it with all the fury that masked her own fear. The man’s arms struck the lamp. Maria saw the flutter of a disturbed smoke trail as her hold on the lantern broke.

She screamed.

She heard the the glass on the lamp break as it found the hardened floor. The man’s eyes grew larger than the full moon inside their sockets.

LEAVE!

They tried to run from her. They tripped and stumbled as if climbing over something she could not see. Maria felt hot.

Panic stabbed at her mind, breaking her fury as she began to understand what happened to the lamp. Its oil splashed as it broke. Her dress ignited as the tiny flame found a new home. She screamed, not for them to leave, but for help, as the flames swirled around her.

The heat. The pain. All so fast.

She saw them fall through, more than run, out the side door. The one that opened toward the well pump. She flapped her arms against her dress, but the oil spread. She ran out the front door. Her body dropped to its knees. Her mind blank except for the pain. The heat. The smell.

Miguel?

Help me…

Por favor, Miguel.

Miguel did not come and the world fell darker than the night should be. The man and his harlot ran to their carriage. Through the flames that covered her eyes, she saw the wheels of silver rolling over the rocks.

She moved through the doorway with a small bundle of wood in her hands. The morning was cooler than she expected, and the fire needed stoking. Maria knelt down pulling open the heavy iron door. She tugged on her dress to keep the hem from catching under her sandaled feet. Only a little, she thought. Just enough to warm the water and take away the morning chill. The day would soon be warm enough. She closed the iron door and stood, wondering, if today would be the day he came back. Miguel still had not come home.


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It’s a Trap? – Newport, Oregon

It’s a Trap? – Newport, Oregon

The drive along Highway 101 is gorgeous!

We took a short day trip to Newport, Oregon for my birthday. We wanted to play tourists, so went to Mariner’s Square, which features Ripley’s Believe it or Not, Wax Museum, and Undersea Gardens.

We started our tour at Ripley’s.

It’s a sad, sad world when Bigfoot has to come out of hiding to be little more than a Wal-mart greeter. Thanks, Obama.

No harm ever came from reading a book.

Taylor Swift portrait made completely of Good & Plenty candies.

Even bigger than DJT’s big, beautiful hands.

Meth, Ariel. Not even once.

On to the Wax Museum.

Groovy, baby!

Come with me if you want to live.

I’m…Batman…with nipples.

Norma Jean

Where do you wanna go? Anywhere but here.

War isn’t Hell. War is war, and Hell is Hell. And of the two, war is a lot worse.

Are you going to the lake for the summer?

We wants it, we needs it.

1, 2…Freddy’s coming for you…

What an excellent day for an exorcism.

He knows…

I’ve got a good feeling about this.

We finished at Undersea Gardens.

We’re gonna need a smaller boat.

Have you guys seen that video of a starfish walking? The starfish can go back to whatever wet hell they came from. All of them.

Sea enemies. Sea anonymous. Sea anonymous enemies. Sea anemones.

Like a sturgeon, caught for the very first time. Like a stuu-uu-rgeon.

So, is Marine Square just a tourist trap?

Well, it’s $24.99 for all three attractions — per person. If you’ve got kids with you that can break the bank pretty quickly.

Verdict is…

But…

The good news is that there are sea lions that lounge on the Newport docks all the time…and you will probably enjoy them more than the triple threat tourist trap. Newport, Oregon really is beautiful and worth the visit. Endless beaches, wonderful local restaurants, and sea lions lounging and barking (they’re probably trying to warn the tourists about the trap!). 

Lounging.

Shhhh. He’s napping.

The art of seal lion snoozles.

Book Review – Postcards from the Edge by Carrie Fisher

Postcards from the Edge by Carrie Fisher

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I read this book in a fast, almost panicked, pace. Fisher has had a lot of experience with drug addiction, and her writing shows it. There are letters and intimate thoughts from the minds of cocaine addicts. It’s can be hard to keep up with the thought process of a cocaine addict…speed up or give up.

“Remember what it was like when you’d be getting ready to jump rope and two people were turning it, and you were waiting for the exact right moment to jump in? I feel like that all the time.”

The novel is really enjoyable and very funny. It gives you a raw look into drug addiction, therapy, and relationships. And while the book is not an autobiography, the movie-in-my-mind that played while reading had Carrie Fisher as the protagonist. You can see her in the words…and between the lines.

“I know I’m going to get old and be one one of those crazy women who sit on balconies and spit on people and scream ‘Get a haircut!’ I know this, and I don’t really fear it. I’d just like to move toward it with as much grace and dignity as possible.”

Postcards from the Edge. Go ahead and give it a speed read! All the cool kids are doing it.  

 

March for Our Lives – Coos Bay, Oregon

March for Our Lives

Majory Stoneman Douglas High School Victims

That is a list of the 17 victims in Parkland, Florida, where an asshole with an AR-15 shot up a high school.  This is just ONE of the mass shootings in America…but this was THE mass shooting that woke up America’s children.

 

March for Our Lives – March 24, 2018 – Coos Bay, Oregon

A record number of people flooded the streets in Washington D.C., Los Angeles, New York and countless other towns across America – and the world – today for the March for Our Lives event. We attended the march in Coos Bay, Oregon since we were back at our home base for appointments and family visits.

A useful bucket to store all the thoughts and prayers…

Coos County, Oregon tends to lean toward the red side of the aisle…lots of crabbing, fishing, camouflage, and hunting, hunting, hunting. I believed that we may end up with a few people hanging around the March for Our Lives event to argue for their 2nd amendment right to stroke themselves with their AR-15…surprisingly, there was more support from people than opposition. That is saying a lot about how people are feeling about assault-style weapons being in the hands of people that shouldn’t be left alone with a potato gun. Even in the small redneck towns on the Oregon Coast, people want to see change.

Even old guys that are gun owners want stricter gun laws!

Alright, lawmakers!! Even the dude with the mullet and the camouflage hat showed up! Pay attention!

Marshfield High School student – Coos Bay, Oregon

This young gentleman is Cameron. He is a student at Marshfield High School in Coos Bay…and he helped plan the event. He led the marchers through the town while holding a March for Our Lives Banner. He spoke in front of the small crowd of 150 marchers with confidence and conviction. He is America’s future…and he makes it look bright.

Cameron, high schooler in Coos Bay, Oregon – leading the March for Our Lives

The adults of America have run out of time. We had our chance: a chance to leave a better world to our children and grandchildren, a chance to be the change that the world has needed, a chance to spread empathy, knowledge, and compassion instead of more bigotry, hatred, misogyny, and greed. We blew it. We blew it so hard that we don’t even get to pass our torch…our children have taken that torch away from us – and they are using it to light America’s future.

This amazing mama marched with her littles…

Outta the way! I have a country to save!

Hugs Not Guns!

Love is all you need. And stricter gun laws.

Darth Vader and Superman showed up to the March for Our Lives event. Superman is always welcome..Vader appearing is quite..disturbing.

FOR MORE INFORMATION please visit the following pages:

March for Our Lives 

Register to Vote 

or text P2P to RTVOTE to register

 

 

Visiting the New Old West – Pioneertown, CA

Pioneertown, California

Pioneertown, CA

Appropriately named, as it was one of the original pioneer mining towns in southern California.

Just kidding. It was created in 1940’s as a live-in action movie set. The old west houses were built for the actors to live in while their movies were being filmed.

A plaque placed at the Pioneertown Post Office

Pioneertown Stage Stop

Old Storefront in Pioneertown

Many famous old west actors made movies in Pioneertown, including Roy Rogers and Gene Autry. Roy Rogers was the first to roll a ball in the town bowling hall.

Sheriff’s Office

This porch lamp looks like it is older than a town that this town is based on.

Can’t have an old west town without a church (11th Commandment)

Pappy and Harriet’s Pioneertown Palace is the local club and hangout. Over the years many well-known musical acts have showed up (scheduled and unannounced). Robert Plant and Sir Paul McCartney are a few performers that you may have heard of that played the Pioneertown Palace back in the day.   

…barks at midnight.

Town Haul…

Just a hipster cactus hanging out in the old west.

These days there are live gunfights, dances, shops, and live music on most days. The town is pretty quiet during the summer months due to high temperatures, but the town is quite active from October to April.

This lovely lady was filming the gunfight with this authentic old west Android.

Showdown in Pioneertown

Free beer tomorrow? Yes!

He tried to get away with free beer today…

Old West Kilgrave Gender Swap

Someone left this brand new necklace hanging from a tree…

If you’re in the area to check out Joshua Tree National Park, do make the short drive out to Pioneertown. It’s an old authentic movie set of an authentic old west town. Hollywood Magic in the desert.

They gave me a broken shot glass and sent me on my way…

Old West Poetry

LOVE places that are pup friendly!

Milo thinking about all the cowboy pups…good ol’ boys.

Rusty thinking about how he missed his calling as a horse herder.

Goat.

Fluffier goat.

Mutant goats.

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Pappy and Harriet’s Pioneertown Palace