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Dear David and Kristy,
I lived in a teepee in the Siskiyou National forest with David 45 years ago. I found you on YouTube, aalthough David is a bit tough to find. Probably a good thing. Haha. I have fond memories of the Trione family. David’s dad Ed (rip) driving like a maniac in the 56 Chevy station wagon with sisters Janet and Debbie, me and David in he back. His Mom freaking out slightly as Ed passed everyone in sight on the way to Rooster rock to climb with Lew and Jonathon Krakauer or Silver Falls State Park..
My father died when I was 6 in 1959, so I spent mucho tiempo at David’s house. His mom Bonnie (rip) used to make the BEST snacks. I sort of adopted the family since my Mom had to go back to university for a masters degree and get a job teaching remedial readers at the junior high and was not home much.
My mother remarried another University professor in 1962 and we moved to Eugene Oregon 40 miles south of Corvallis in 1965 and I lost track of David for a while. But in 1972 the military had the first draft lottery and my birthday was drawn 333 out of 365. This meant I would never have to go to Vietnam. HALLELUJAH. I had been staying in university because of the school deferment.
Okay, so who comes through town soon after I figure out I don’t have to stay in school or move to Canada??? DAVId TRIONE!!! with a teepee he sewed from army surplus parachutes saturated with paraffin for water proofing . So we hitch-hiked down to southern Oregon and checked out the scene in Takilma near Cave Junction in southern Oregon near the California border.
HOLY COW!!! You can live on food-stamps down here. So we went back and picked filberts, got a five gallon tin of honey, loaded all our camping gear in my sister’s Volvo and boogied down to a site we found near Althouse creek squatting illegally on National forest land five miles north of the California border.
Okay, so it is October 1973. We drag all our camping gear up to this killer site looking out over the valley. It is actually on a wide spot of an 1870’s mining canal. It turns out this place was gold mining heaven after the California gold rush ended.
So David and I go to work cutting teepee poles. It turns out you need 12 poles for an 18 foot diameter teepee. WOW!!! And they need to be 4 feet longer than the teepee. So 16 feet long or so. And they have to be slender and strong. Hmm. So we finally find 12 slender 16 foot long poles. We are in high elevation so they are all Doug fir. And boy howdy it took us forever to strip all the bark off with a buck knife. Meanwhile David does’t like the looks of the dead tree leaning towards our teepee site. Hmmm …… to be continued …….
Dear David and Kristy,
I lived in a teepee in the Siskiyou National forest with David 45 years ago. I found you on YouTube, aalthough David is a bit tough to find. Probably a good thing. Haha. I have fond memories of the Trione family. David’s dad Ed (rip) driving like a maniac in the 56 Chevy station wagon with sisters Janet and Debbie, me and David in he back. His Mom freaking out slightly as Ed passed everyone in sight on the way to Rooster rock to climb with Lew and Jonathon Krakauer or Silver Falls State Park..
My father died when I was 6 in 1959, so I spent mucho tiempo at David’s house. His mom Bonnie (rip) used to make the BEST snacks. I sort of adopted the family since my Mom had to go back to university for a masters degree and get a job teaching remedial readers at the junior high and was not home much.
My mother remarried another University professor in 1962 and we moved to Eugene Oregon 40 miles south of Corvallis in 1965 and I lost track of David for a while. But in 1972 the military had the first draft lottery and my birthday was drawn 333 out of 365. This meant I would never have to go to Vietnam. HALLELUJAH. I had been staying in university because of the school deferment.
Okay, so who comes through town soon after I figure out I don’t have to stay in school or move to Canada??? DAVId TRIONE!!! with a teepee he sewed from army surplus parachutes saturated with paraffin for water proofing . So we hitch-hiked down to southern Oregon and checked out the scene in Takilma near Cave Junction in southern Oregon near the California border.
HOLY COW!!! You can live on food-stamps down here. So we went back and picked filberts, got a five gallon tin of honey, loaded all our camping gear in my sister’s Volvo and boogied down to a site we found near Althouse creek squatting illegally on National forest land five miles north of the California border.
Okay, so it is October 1973. We drag all our camping gear up to this killer site looking out over the valley. It is actually on a wide spot of an 1870’s mining canal. It turns out this place was gold mining heaven after the California gold rush ended.
So David and I go to work cutting teepee poles. It turns out you need 12 poles for an 18 foot diameter teepee. WOW!!! And they need to be 4 feet longer than the teepee. So 16 feet long or so. And they have to be slender and strong. Hmm. So we finally find 12 slender 16 foot long poles. We are in high elevation so they are all Doug fir. And boy howdy it took us forever to strip all the bark off with a buck knife. Meanwhile David does’t like the looks of the dead tree leaning towards our teepee site. Hmmm …… to be continued …….