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An Honour to be Chosen

 

Last Thursday my bunkie and I went fishing and caught a 4-pound trout.  A beautiful specimen.  Maggie and I released this guy back into the water to stay with his family.                                                  

Thursday evening after the S’Amores competition, the initiates for The Order of the Arrowhead were announced.  Yumpin’ yimmy….I was to be one of the initiates.                                                 

Excuse the big head…the altitude made my head swell. mol

Now, let me explain about The Order of the Arrowhead.  It is a prestigious group for a select few of Cat Scouts.  The best of the best, so to mew.  Well, I was scared and happy and scared…actually terrified but I didn’t want it to show.  So I carried on with my normal routine                                               Friday evening after the Knowledge Bowl, the Arrowhead initiates were turned out into the woods in our cave person outfits.                                                             

We were armed with a blanket, 2 matches, an egg and a compass.

We had to spend 24 hours in the wilds and only use the supplies we were given.                                              

We had to separate from our friends and go our own way without them.

Using my compass I headed due south. Walking for what seemed like hours, I spotted Bobcat tracks and scat…I smelled him too as the wind was on my face. He came around a big boulder and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me. I didn’t want to show fear even though all my body parts were trying to shake. I introduced myself as a Sabertooth Cat Scout. He said he’d heard  Cat Scouts are friends of the forest so I was welcome to stay if I wished. I told him about the initiation of The Order of the Arrowhead, spending the night in the forest with just 2 matches, a blanket, egg, and compass. He wished me well and I was on my way. I was very tired so I got two sticks about the same height and put my blanket up like a tent. I was between two trees so I was out of sight I thought. It was almost dawn when I heard a soulful song from a bird. I got up to observe the kind of bird that sings so sweetly.                                                     

It was a Yellow-rumped Warbler. She was singing a sad song because she couldn’t lay any eggs and was longing for young’uns. She spied my egg. I told her this egg probably doesn’t hold a young’un but she insisted I hold a match underneath the egg to see if there was any life in it. To my surprise, there was life in that wee egg and it was wee compared to eggs in the store. I then blew out and broke the match in half and buried it in the dirt. The lady Yellow-rumped Warbler was delighted when I put the egg in her nest. She hopped on the egg and started to sing a happy song. She was going to name her young’un after me….Shoko the…wonder what kind of bird it is? We sat together most of the morning and she told me her tale and soon we were chirping about the egg. She told me where there were large blueberries so I picked berries for my new winged friend and then packed up my tent and scattered the used leaves and headed north by my compass. I stopped at the blueberry patch and had some berries…that’s why my face has a blue tinge to it. Then I padded onward til I made it back to camp.                                                        

We were awarded a diploma for our efforts in the wild.                                                  Mom says she’ll frame my diploma alongside the diploma for the Bobcat Rank back in 2013.

What a week my friends.  I shall never forget my week in Yosemite.                                                      This is my story and I’m stickin’ to it.                                                       

Barkerville

Finally Barkerville stood on the horizon.  We all leaped out of the car after a long drive drive.  It took two and a half hours to get here.  We all headed for the bathroom.  Much better.  So let’s see some sights.  My word, its cold as charity up here in the mountains.  Let’s go Meiko, Pete, Timmy and Buddy Budd….let’s run and warm up.

Our first stop was the church on the edge of the town.

                                                         Einstein and Flat Shoko sat on the piano and imagined the gold miners and their wives coming to church so many years ago.

Two horses pull the carriage through the main street.  Notice the wet roads.  They’re about to get much wetter.  It just started hailing when we arrived.

Timmy and Buddy Budd just had to run onto the carriage.  They said it kinda smelled funny.

It started hailing again and we ran for cover.                                                          Mom and dad decided it was lunch time so Einstein and I followed mom and dad inside the restaurant.  Meiko, Pete, Buddy Budd and Timmy went looking for Bashful and Chip because we hadn’t seen them for quite some time now.                                                          I loved the Jasmine Tea mom shared with me.  It warmed me up inside.

Einstein had some of dad’s Chinese food but he said it was horrible.  He liked more meat…..this stuff was all noodley.

The hail stopped while we ate so we braved the elements again.  The guys had found Bashful and Chip looking calm as can be beside the towns communal water spout.

DSCN4056Do you notice that Bashful is standing on the top of his stone.  What happened to make him do a stone stand?  Nobody was saying much of anything.

This is a family home in the 1800’s.

                                                                                  The miners that lived by the creek would check into a boarding house when they needed a real good night’s sleep and a bath.  Only $10 a night.

The saloons did an awesome business with all the money and nowhere but Barkerville to spend it.

Hurdy Gurdy Girls

Although the Barkerville saloons already had women entertainers, much excitement was caused in the summer of l865 when there arrived from San Francisco an organized group of dancing partners, complete with musicians.

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Hurdy Gurdy Girls

The girls danced with the miners for a dollar a dance to the rhythms made by two fiddlers who reportedly sang loud so the music could be heard above the noise of the stomping feet.

Starved of women’s company and faced with the troupe’s determination to deal in nothing but dance steps, the men developed a style of dancing that both surprised and exhausted their partners.

The main point of this step, as described by those who were there, was for the man to lift his partner repeatedly as high as he could off the floor, at the same time swinging her feet aloft.

Here we are in the Hotel that featured the Hurdy Gurdy Girls daily.

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Bashful and Chip grabbed a comfortable spot on the shelf to watch the action.

It was hailing again so we all thought it was time to leave.  The Barkerville peeps were inside and away from the cold, hail and mud.

We all piled in the car and dad put the heat on.  We all said. “Awwww” in unison and started out of Barkerville.  I told mom that we hadn’t seen the gold fields or panned for gold.  Mom said it was too miserable and nobody would help us anyway.  The flats would just have to take our word for it.

As we left Barkervile we passed beside Williams Creek….the river that started the gold fever.                                                                         Bye Cariboo…heellllo Prince George area.

We must be getting close….the old mooses sign is back out again.

Here we are.  It didn’t seem to take as long getting home.

We hope you enjoyed coming on our tour of Barkerville.  The weather could have been better but we flats and rocks had a great time.

Mom, Meiko and my furs are stinking up…MOL….sorry I meant our furs are sticking up…right Meiko?  There are bent ears all around too.  Ok, we’ll get them fixed with this special stuff dad gave us Shoko.  There we go every cat looks just about as good as new.  We are tired mom so we’ll call it a nite.  Nite all my flats and rocks.  Anybody need a story to fall asleep?  Not tonight mom…I’m asleep on my paws.