11-03-13

Hi!
We are back from the cabin. It was a wonderful four days.

The first thing we had to do on Tuesday morning was go to an appointment with the Vascular surgeon at 11:00 to get the results from the recent CAT scan.
More about that later.

We stopped at Safeway on the way out of town to get a few last minute things.
There was a protest march going on in Santa Rosa and they were marching down Mendocino Ave (the main north/south street through town.) 
The Safeway we went to is on the north end of Mendocino Ave. and as we turned into the parking lot we could just hear the shouting coming our way from the south.  
By the time we finished our shopping and were back to the jeep, the protesters were just approaching the parking lot. We had to exit the rear of the parking lot
and go around the block to get on to Mendocino.
We left Santa Rosa with the protesters hot on our heals.

We got to the cabin around 2:30 and spent the rest of the day moving in and just enjoying being there.

I had to make a few modifications to the woodstove to get the door to fit since I installed the new gasket.
All I had to do was file the holes for the door pins so that they are now oblong rather that round. That allows the door to close flat against the gasket. I also had to file the latch on the stove to take up the thickness of the gasket.
As a result now the stove is truly air tight and I can now completely shut it down by closing the air vent. 
By the third night I had learned to adjust the airflow to where the stove kept producing heat all night and was full of hot coals in the morning.
Perfect!
Now the only thing that needs to be done to the stove is to install a damper. That will make it even more efficient.

On Wednesday morning we woke up to the distant sound of a bulldozer running some where in the canyon.
It ran all day.

We couldn’t figure out where the dozer was working so in the afternoon we got in the jeep and took a ride. We followed the tractors tracks down the road, across the creek and toward the “north fork”.  We crossed the

north fork and the tracks continued toward the gate to another large ranch. We turned around there and we still didn’t know what was going on with the dozer.

We headed back to the cabin and hung out there for a while. I kept wondering about that damn dozer. After ruminating for a while I decided that maybe if we took a walk up to the bear spring we might get a view along the way of the mountain across the canyon from us and maybe see where the dozer was working.
It was a very pleasant walk up to the spring but the forest is just to thick to get any views across the canyon.
This is the place where I encountered the first bear that I have seen up here.

 
The bear was in these ferns where I’m standing and I thought it was a deer or a pig. Imagine my surprise when a large Black Bear walked out of the ferns about 20 feet ahead of me.

Thursday morning around 10:00 Joanne and Dave showed up. They came up to spend the night and take their camp down for the season.

Joanne spent some of her time working on a project for her church.

She is working in the dining hall and it’s cold out there.

Patti would not let me do any hard work so Dave cut down three trees for us. Later this winter I’ll cut them up.

We hung out in the cabin Thursday evening and played cards.

 

Friday, the dozer was still at it.
Around 10:00 Patti and I drove up to what we call 
“the slag heap” and I climbed the heap to try and see where that dozer was working. When I climbed up the rock I realized that the dozer had gone quiet. We listened carefully and could not hear the growling, clanking and squealing of the dozer. “

“Maybe he is taking a break “ I thought.
I used my binoculars to look over the area that was visible from here and could see no evidence of tractor work.

We went back to camp. When we got there Joanne and Dave were taking apart their tent.

 

We could hear the Dozer again. I asked J&D if the tractor had stopped while we were gone and they said that it had been running the whole time. 
Hmmmm!

I knew that these valley's and mountains twisted sound around a lot but I never realized just how much.

Joanne and Dave left around 3:00. About 15 minutes later they returned.
They had met the tractor driver on the road and came back to fill us in.

The story they got was that the tractor was putting seven home sights on the Edward’s place.
Ok, so the Edwards place is part of what we have always referred to as the north fork. It is also some of the property that Peter is trying to sell. That checks out as far as the tractor tracks are concerned but they went  across the north fork to that gate. Something isn’t adding up.
When Patti and I took our ride on Wednesday, we followed the tractor tracks and although there were some truck tracks turning off on the trail to the Edward’s place we saw no tractor tracks.
This calls for more investigation.

Patti decided that we should not drive over the mountain to Ukiah for the Ukiah/Santa Rosa High School football game. She was worried that I would have a blow out while driving over that twisty road 253 and we would plummet into one of the canyons. I have to do the driving because I get car sick if I don’t.
Wha ever.

Oh, by the way Santa Rosa lost.
Harvey intercepted a pass and scored a touchdown.

Saturday morning we were visited by some deer.

We could hear chainsaws running in the valley so I decided that when we left today we would drive over to the Edward’s place and see what we could find out.

We left the cabin around 12:00 and drove over to The Edward’s place. When we got to the turn off, it was obvious that a tractor had been working here. We turned onto the new road and followed it up the hill to where the old orchard stands. When we got there, there were two guys busily sawing away at some of the large oaks on the hill top.

After a while one of them noticed that I was standing there and shut off his saw. It turned out he was just helping the other guy who was the new owner of the north fork property. Presently the owner turned off his saw and introduced himself as Jerrod.

I introduced myself and told him I was a friend of Peters and kind of kept an eye on things around here for him. I asked him about the seven house sites and he said that he was going to build only one house and a barn but one of the other ranches farther in had split off seven parcels and was having some dozer work done on them.

We headed home from there and arrived in Santa Rosa around 3:00.

Now to the Doctor’s visit.
A while back I went to my regular doctor for my annual exam. As usual he sent me to have a abdominal ultra sound. He is keeping an eye on a “aortal aneurism” that I have had for who knows how long. When they first noticed it, the aneurism appeared to be about 3 centimeters across and has remained that size for several years.
This time however, the aneurism had grown from 3 centimeters to 4.4 centimeters as seen in the ultrasound.
My regular doctor decided to send me to a vascular surgeon for a better look. 
Okay, this might be a good place for the picture.

 
Above is a graphic representation of an Aortal Aneurism. The Aorta is the big orange pipe in the middle. You probably recognize the kidneys and the arteries that go down the legs. The big bulge in the middle is an aneurism. Think of it as a bicycle tire inner tube with a bulge in it but instead of air it is filled with blood.

After showing us this picture the Dr. explained what the aneurism is, and at what point intervention is warranted and what that intervention would consist of. 
In the US, surgery is generally done when the aneurism is at 5 to 5.5 centimeters.

There are two procedures that are performed when treating these aneurisms.

The old way.
If the aneurism is to large or in the wrong spot it requires major surgery.
The surgery involves opening the abdomen, moving the organs aside, cutting out the aneurism and replacing it with a piece of tubing. This entails considerable risk of accident, infection and death. As well as a very long hospital stay and lengthy recovery.

The new way.
If the aneurism is not too large and is in the right place it can be repaired with a stent.
This procedure is much less invasive being accomplished by making a 2 inch long incision in each groin and inserting the stint through there.
This method means an overnight stay in the hospital, much less chance of infection, etc. and a much shorter recovery time.

Now to my case.

The bad news: 
As it turns out my Aneurism when seen in the CAT scan is 6.2 centimeters and needs to be dealt with as soon as possible.

The good news;
The position and size of the aneurism is such that it can be treated the new way, with a stent.

At this time I do not know when the surgery will take place; we are going to call the Dr. tomorrow to get that information. I suspect from the concern the doctor exhibited that the surgery will be soon.

I feel like I have a ticking time bomb inside me and the only question is will the doctor  be able to fix it before it explodes.

TICK! TICK! TICK!
“Now let’s see, do I cut the red wire or the blue one”.

Now you know why Patti was worrying about me having a blow out driving over highway 253 or any road, street, avenue, lane, any place where a tire can meet earth!!!!!!