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Do you remember the blog I posted back on December 10th about the hermit I ran into on my walk into the forest? Well, I forgot to mention that he had asked if it would be possible to use our address in case one of his few family members wanted to contact him. I was OK with this, and then the mail started to come in…

Once a month I take a trip up to where my hermit friend lives to deliver his mail, get a nice steaming hot cup of his herbal tea blend, and to sit and talk to my interesting new friend. It was after one of my visits that we received a letter for the hermit from a very well known State of CA agency, who shall remain nameless. Thinking that this was something important, and enjoying my visits, I made a trip into the forest to see my friend.

Somehow this State agency discovered that this fellow was living where he was and they wrote him a letter. As he tore the envelope open, I took a sip of my tea. He read his letter and then started to swear.

“What is it?” I asked.

“This letter is one of the reasons I came up here. I wanted to get away from all the bulls**t that happens in life.”

“So, what is it?” I ask again.

“This particular State agency is accusing me of creating a dam to prevent water from making it to a particular sector of the valley, and that the farmer’s there are now suffering due to this! I have not done one thing that would affect anyone, other than myself.”

He ventured into his lean-to for one of the pads of paper I brought to him on one of my visits. He asked me to write the letter as he dictated it, and then he signed the letter, placed it in an envelope and addressed it himself. Basically, his letter stated that he was not doing one thing to block any of the waterways that headed towards the valley.

A week went by and I received another letter for my hermit friend, and knowing what was in the last letter I just had to make another trip to see him. My husband came with me this time. We hiked up into the forest and saw that our friend was not there, so we sat and waited. About an hour later he came up carrying a couple of fish on a stringer.

“Hungry?” he asked.

We both told him that we were not, and I handed over the letter. He set it down and proceeded to hang the fish in a tree. “Tea?” he asked. We both said yes and he proceeded to make tea for the both of us.

He tore open the letter and started to swear as he did the first time I delivered a letter from this agency. My husband then said to him, “Barb told me about the first letter. So what are they saying now?”

The hermit took up his cup of tea and took a good gulp and said that it was pretty much the same as what he first received. Again, he asked me to write a letter for him, and again he told this particular State agency that he was not doing anything to block any of the waterways. He also was very strong in his language that he would not cease and desist from something he was not doing. We mailed the letter for him when we got back home.

Two weeks went by without a word from this agency. And then another letter came. I went to deliver the letter. My friend took one look at the letter and asked me if I would not mind going home and getting my camera. He had something to show me.

I came back about an hour and a half later with my camera and my husband in tow. He asked us if we would mind hiking a bit through some tough terrain. He said it would take about an hour. Off we went. We were following the waterway that was nearby his camp. It branched off and at the branch he asked us to sit. We did. He said we had to be very quiet and wait. We did.

All of a sudden he was poking my husband in the side at the same time motioning me to take a photo to where he was pointing. There it was. The critter responsible for what was happening to the water flow.

The Culprit

And here was the blockage!

Beaverlodge - Photo by Bridesmill

Needless to say, he responded to the letter, and we included the photos for him. He did receive another letter about two weeks later informing him that he was now illegally harboring a beaver!

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I decided to take a short hike in the forest which is just at the end of my street. The birds were happily singing, the ground squirrels were sniffling around for acorns, and occasionally a deer would scamper off. I was following what appeared to be a trail. You can imagine my surprise when I came upon a lean to in an area that had been cleared. There were a couple of fruit trees and a huge vegetable patch! A creek bed flowed nearby.

Something rustled off to my right and caught my eye! It was a man, who had been hunkered down by a small cook fire. Startled, I said hello and excused myself for invading his privacy. He told me not to worry about it and offered me a cup of hot tea. He seemed harmless, so I accepted his offer of tea. He poured me a cup and offered me a seat on a tree stump that looked like it was carved out to create a chair.

Here is a snippet of our conversation:

Me: How did you end up living here and how long have you been here?

Hermit: I came to be living here because I wanted to get away from the things of man. How long have I been here? Not long enough and years…ever since 2007.

Me: Why is that?

Hermit: Because back then corporate greed was all the rage, and I lost my job. Didn’t have any place to go. Lost my home, and tried to find jobs, but the government was too busy bailing out corporate America a year later. They could not bail out the individual who was suffering more. I had no other alternative but to find someplace to go where I could be alone, and away from it all.

Me: Why did you choose this place?

Hermit: It is public land and open to all for use. It’s away from everything and is away from the daily grind of the media that reports on items like the Kardashian’s instead of what’s really important. You know, the true issues of what life is in this country. And, it gets me away from people.

Me: Why do you want to be away from people?

Hermit: I got tired of being surrounded by those who wanted to take credit for things that I did. I volunteered my time quite a bit. I liked helping others out. And one day one of the folks that worked for where I was volunteering wanted to take credit for all of what I had done for them. This reminded me of jobs I had had in the past where I created new processes and procedures and had supervisor’s take all the credit for the work I had done. So whether a paid job or as a volunteer, someone always wanted to take credit for what I had done. I got tired of it. I also got tired of other people knowing everything, and not being able to back up any of it with factual information. And, if I did not follow their viewpoint, then I was deemed as a bad person in their eyes. And they spread around rumors about me that had not one ounce of truth, and pretty soon others shunned me for believing the rumors. What was really sad was seeing how other people could be swayed by what I consider to be the bullies in life. These are folks that haven’t left their bullying days on the playground behind. They huff and puff, throw tantrums just to get their way, and I was tired of it.

So, now here I am surrounded by nature. Nature that does not judge me, tell me what to do, or how to behave. It lets me live in peace.

We continued our conversation for a while. I had finished my tea and needed to get back home. I told the hermit what a pleasure it was to have met him and wished him well. He wrapped up our conversation with the following sentiment.

“The difference of working for man or working with nature, is that nature gives back.”

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