The Plague of Seven Feathers - but worth it.

The RV GTG for a couple of us here in the Seven Feathers/Canyonville area has been extended a day so that the last of the plague victims can get back vertical and able to drive safely on to their next destination.  Even for those of us that recovered from the worst of it a day or so ago, normal hasn't really come back and the stomach send definite messages out about it is are willing to let you think about eating.  So not hurrying out to a next destination isn't a problem, particularly since we didn't have reservations anywhere. Thanks to the "pioneers" that first went through it, at least those here at the end know that the worst seems to be the first 8-10 hours and then the light at the end of the tunnel begins to blink.  All will be better soon.

The beginning of the week, Mitch and I stayed at one of the Douglas County Parks about 20 miles from Canyonville on a small reservoir.   As with many area out in the western states, drought conditions have taken their toll greatly reducing water levels.  Yes, I know that those of you in the mid-west and the east who have seem rain everyday for the last 40 days really don't feel their pain.   Trees stick out of the water like the masts of sunken pirate ships.

The vuew from the edge of the water back up towards our campsites.

As you look out from the lake at the hills around the resouvoir you can see the different ages of the trees that tell the tale of which section of hill got forested when. One side of the resouvor appears to have been harvested about the time the resovour was built.  The tree "masts" on the other side of the lake tell another story.

When your campground can pull in two over the air TV channels but no cell service we all know the sollution!  Breakfast at the closest fast food joint in town.

Then it was Wednesday, July 1st and time to meet over at Seven Feathers.  Diane and Sandi enjoy the shade.  Yes,  Oregon has had a heat wave for the last week.  Compared to the plague, we hadly think to mention it.   One discomfort cancels out the other very quickly.   Well it does if you actually have AC when you need it.

Karen and Sharon.

Sharon's and Karen's rig.  We take advantage of what shade we find.  Mitch really was here, too, we just never seemed to come over at the same time or the same time the camera came out.

Sharon's senior navigator, Sam Cat, doesn't worry about the outside temperatures.  Then again, we aren't sure Sam worries about much of anything. He is a cat.

Back at the lake, we make do with taller trees and more shade.

And the campground (all 20 sites) fill up for the holiday.

And more and more boats float on the water.   Really, this lake is not that big but water is wet and it is hot and the kids are having fun

Over in the tenting area, folks are packed.  I couldn't imagine staying in a tent without even electric for a fan in this 100 degree heat, but then again these folks did not come to camp they came to boat and get in the water

Meanwhile back at the gtg, we are all about staying in the shade.  Karen, Diana, Gloria, Laura, Sharon....

It was rumored that some folks found their way to the casino from time to time.   But some of those stories stay at a GTG.  

Sharon an I discovered that when an organization cancels their fireworks in the last days because of the risk of fires, that  the replacement "Fire Dancers" does not mean Native American Fire Dancers.  

The experience does give ones imagination a lot to think about.  How do we pick up out our hobbies?  Do talents just search us out waiting to be expressed?   What website does one use to find "performance" artists at the last minute?   Will we ever need to know?

Some observers seemed more interested in watching than Sharon and I were.

Back at the sites Gloria was doing some research and maintenance on her rig trying to figure out the best way to get the tape residue off the sides of the compartment.  She got some "products" to try and suggestions and supervision.  She was way too ambitious for most of us.

The Oregon Traveling Vietnam Wall was set up inside the casino because of the extreme heat.  The Navy veteran I spoke with said that it had been built so that they could take it around the state and offer it free to organizations and schools.  All materials and labor were donated.

Another day and a trip down the road to breakfast. My stomach was barely up to taking on the eyes and toast but just in case they offered cinnamon buns....giant cinnamon buns, served up in cake holders and suitable to share with a dozen of your friends. 

Laura, Karen and Sharon and I, were the only ones brave or well enough to venture out that particular morning.

Some not much more excitement left here. We survived the extreme heat and the mysterious Seven Feather's plague of 2015 but the friendship was still wonderful and the laughter infections....in a good way.   The reports of the potluck were great but unfortunately that was not a good day for me and food.....and isolated sipping Gatorade seemed the best plan.    Now to get out the map and study the Oregon coast.  Tomorrow is another day!