Bishop has gone to schat

We tried the whole tourist thing. Really, we did. It involved going into town, walking the main strip, and even trying to see what bad pastries I could shove into my face-hole from the famous Schat’s Bakery. The sheer number of people crammed into the building, all browsing baked goods, talking, moving about… whew! The end result was Kerri running from the building, screaming, and leaving me behind to fend for myself. Not the first time she has left me to fight off a bear by myself by the way.

Crowds man… just not my thing… nor Kerri’s. So, instead of the crowded town of Bishop we drove North out of town to spend some time at the Laws Railroad Museum where we took a few hours to tour all the old buildings, mining equipment, and train of the old west. This was much more out speed.

That afternoon we started the search for a place to call home for the week. As luck would have it, just a few miles outside of town is always a dirt road leading out to public land with our names on it. This one gave us a spectacular view of Bishop below us as well as miles and miles of the peaks of the Sierra Mountains and all the desert we could ever want. A half-mile or so from the nearest pavement and down a short rise kept us private from the normal folks. Just how we like it.

Immediately setting out to explore the nearby area we stumbled onto an old mine shaft as well as some of it’s abandoned equipment. This one really serenaded a man to come in and explore the dark tunnel – which I did, only to find a pool of water blocking the path any further then a few yards in. Dangerous looking it was! There turned out to be a few mines in the area within hiking distance, but we only ventured out to the two nearest ones.

While Kerri and I worked away in the van, Moose and Byron had free reign of the surrounding area. Moose would take off out the door of the van at 7am and would not return until 8pm except for some snacks and water. He spent each day exploring every single bush in a 1000 foot radius of Big Blue for lizards, snakes, birds, or rabbits. He never stopped. He had the time of his life right there while Byron did more sleeping in his new fold-out dog house or gnawing on bones that he found somewhere near us.