November 25, 1999

Thanksgiving Day

Down home for the holiday. Staying at Babe's, my sainted mother-in-laws, place. Was rainy and nasty for the last two days. Wind.

On Thanksgiving morning, I just had to get out, so I put on my rubber rain coat and my rubber boots and I took the new dog for a walk. He didn't think too much of the rain. We went to the south along the BLM road. The loggers were going to cut over on that side of their property too, must be going to cut it all. Lots of road building for 300 acres if you ask me. Maybe they are going to get it over quick.

Anyway, the rain was really coming down. The streams off the hill were big and the culverts were making a lot of water. It was kind of peaceful. I like to walk in the rain. Got my jeans sopping wet above the boots and below the coat. Dog wanted to turn back after about a mile, but on we went.

At about mile, I was looking down through the BLM timber toward the lower beaver dam area. Actually, it was about another mile downstream. It was good visibility with the brush and alder leaves off. What do you think I saw? A tree trunk structure very similar to the one up Indian Henry - at least 100 miles away and across the Willamette valley. The trees were pushed down from the last part of the slope in a sort of cross hatch pattern. There were many boughs shielding a center section.

The trees clearly had not been felled by chain saw or beavers. They just looked sort of pushed over. All around them there were standing trees. It seemed unlikely that a tornado had just dropped down on that one little 60' area to do the damage. I didn't go down to investigate. No camera and it was raining real good. The dog was both apprehensive and careful. He would charge over to the edge of the road and look down and do a pup growl under his breath and then he would scoot over to exactly between my legs.

I need to look more into that structure. When they start logging after the first of the year, what ever is using it, if anything will probably move on. How to investigate it? I walked on to the turn that marks the one mile one way point and the dog and I turned back. Going back by the slope above the piled trees, he did the same routine.

This is the end of volume 2 of my field notes.

Thank you for reading them. I hope you enjoyed them and I look forward to hearing from you.

You may contact me at:

Joe Hector Beelart, Jr.
3412 Ponderosa Loop
West Linn, OR 97068
joebeelart@cs.com

(I do have a listed number, but please, no calls after 7 p.m. Pacific. In general, you will probably find me a very short telephone conversationalist. No offense, it's just my habit to get on and off the phone as quickly as possible.)

Would you also make a point of posting George McAdams aka Cybersquatch and thanking him for all the work he has done on this site? Thank you George, except my little typing fingers aren't so sure to thank you.

I wonder about next year. Should I go to half the bother again? Is there a better way? Of course there is and I hope one of you finds it.


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