A long time friend, Pam Munn came to stay with me for a couple weeks. We’ve been visiting old haunts in Calaveras County where she spent most of her life. We stopped in for a visit with her brother-in-law, Ken Munn and her nephew, John. Ken’s dog is so protective that she couldn’t get close enough to hug him.Ken is a character, and at 84 years old, hasn’t lost his sense of humor and likes to “pull your leg.”
He likes to get out and water the plants in the morning. We enjoyed a day of balmy, beautiful weather. His place is remote and blessed with starry nights and peace and quiet. I discovered his place can grow olives, lemons, & cherries with no fear of deep frosts. The Elevation is equal with Mokelumne Hill.
This is Roady, so named by ranchers who use the road. He hogs the road in the shade to soak up the warmth from the asphalt yet remain out of the sun. He moves slowly from obvious arthritis when you get him to move. Just another character revered by the neighbors.
Colorful entrances beckon and guard. Beauty in an area so remote that few people get to see them.
A colorful old barn with a stone foundation still in use. Makes me want to get out the paint brush and easel.
Two flanking cupids guard the entrance to this ranch.
Also repeated in an out building.
I love the gnarled old tree giving shade. They belong together like old friends.
No need for a locked mailbox in this country.
Ken’s friend Betty stopped to visit and suggested we go to the Peach Festival in Copperopolis. We didn’t see a sign and couldn’t find it, so we drove around Lake Tulloch and made our way back to Murphys. It has been years since I’ve been in “Copper”. I’m stuck at home with six more weeks of therapy, but guests get you out of your rut to places and things you’ve never seen. What a fun day.