Here in Hiouchi there’s a lot that meets the eye — the pervasive green of the trees, the shimmer of the Smith, bird songs, the rain and wind — and it’s easy to believe that by being close to these things they can be known. But that’s far from the truth. Being here is the easy part. Knowing is a different story.
For the past four days we had five guests at bnb hiouchi. Kasumi, from the Midwest, was here to check out the tall trees. Dan, Lisa and family from the Sacramento Valley were here to fish. Both put our “knowledge” of the area to complete shame. Kasumi was a hiker who tore through the few trails we knew on her first day here (Hiouchi, Boy Scout, Ruth Perry Hatton) and then pushed through the Damnation Trail as well as the 10-mile trek to Devil’s Punch Bowl. She did the Boy Scout Trail again for the heck of it, had time for numerous soaks in the hot tub (newly located, more on that soon), yoga on the deck and even a full-body dunk in the Smith below the house. We’ve lived here for over eight months and haven’t done half of what she squeezed into three days!
Dan and Lisa put, again, our knowledge of fishing and aquatic life into perspective. A couple of days bank fishing, a guided float down the Smith, and a spin on Lake Tolowa were no match for the deep knowledge and unbelievable results Dan and crew got during their four days at the bnb. The count — an impressive 60 Dungeness crab, two massive salmon (28 and 30 pounds), and a massive cooler full of bottom fish — marked Dan as a natural fisherman (Lisa told me Dan has been fishing since he was six!).
Inspirational guests and yet already Meg’s and my resolve is turning out to be weak. We started the day with the Boy Scout trail on our to-do list only to have it trumped by laundry, vacuuming, and two Anton walks. The big accomplishment was a lazy soak in the hot tub.
I may not know a Lingcod from a Black Snapper but I’m game to learn. We had some excellent teachers this week at the bnb but now it’s our turn.