It has been a bittersweet time for me this trip home. Not only still recuperating from the accident in May of last year, but the flood damage to my mobile home in Oregon. I had to prove to the county that the structure no longer exists or they would continue to tax me on it as a dwelling for the rest of my life. I had no idea I would have to supply pictures, but that was the requirement. And, the pictures had to prove they were taken from my site.
Lucky for me the salvage guy hadn’t yet removed the steel frame, and that I had my camera along. Many good memories went up with the bonfire to burn the trash.
A neighbor stacked and burned the mess for me on a burn day. My neighbors have been invaluable, helpful and I’m very grateful for their help.
I got a little emotional. The building department was very efficient and helpful, but the future rebuilding is still in question as it depends on the cost of re-establishing a residence in the 100 year flood plain. Thankfully, my son Doug, built bridges for a living for several years and he is up to the task. And, I always appreciate the beauty of Mt. Shasta that dominates Highway 5 for miles and miles along the way up over the pass. It was covered with snow during a recent storm. I’m looking for the sliver lining under this cloud.