An Alaskan native, Orin has traveled with friends and family from Alaska
to Canada and south to Ohio, Kentucky and Tennessee. He has
sweltering heat of an Arkansas
summer. Friends enjoyed his sense of humor when they found him
buried in the sand up to his neck at Myrtle Beach.
Orin is a moose of many talents. He
has worked as a network technician, a carpenter, and enjoys working with animals.
"I hope to help the deer," he says wistfully. "They don't
understand the dangers of highway travel. I am working on an
educational campaign similar to the public service announcements on TV.
Deer need to know how important it is to cross only at the marked deer
meets a stranger and makes friends everywhere he goes.
He always has good stories to tell so we have asked him to
contribute some tales of his adventures, share his photo journal, and
maybe give us some words of wisdom.
My Travel Journal - Trip
09/08 Des Moines, IA
They Left the Lights On For
Wow, I didn't think we'd ever get out of
the van! Our plan was to set up in a campground tonight but we stayed
on the road until dark so I suggested a motel. This is my first
stay in a Motel 6; I am pleasantly surprised! Many other animals are
here with their humans yet the place is clean and cozy.
I was just ready to get into the tub for a
bubble bath - I can't believe they took this picture of me naked!
09/08 Des Moines, IA
Well, you can see from this picture I
was getting pretty annoyed at my humans. We were on the road for
over 12 hours and had to get up early in the morning. Finally, I
turned out the lights and told them it was time for bed. Then we
started telling stories and got the giggles. It was after midnight
when we got to sleep.
Today, I actually road a bucking bronco.
Let me tell you, eight seconds can be a really, really long time!
It wasn't as easy as riding those mechanical bulls. It was
exciting but let me tell you, I was scared. Think I'll stick
something more tame from now on.
This picture was taken just as I thought I
was going to come off - but I made it to the buzzer.
Mapping the Route
I love maps! When I get home, I think I'll paper the garage walls
with the maps from my adventures. We were leaving South Dakota and
it was hard to decide whether to take a longer, scenic route or stick to
These apples looked ready. While the others were looking about for
a step ladder, I shinnied up the tree and had at least a peck already
picked. The peck I picked were perfect for pies. Plum-dilly-icious!
I was able to make apple crisp for our hosts in Wyoming. The key
to a good apple crisp is using real butter and lots and lots of
cinnamon. I'm thinking I could get a spot on Rachel Ray's show or
with that guy who hollers Boom or something like that. Maybe
Martha could use some tips.
I taught everyone to play Skip-Bo. It's a fun, family game we
always played at home during the long Alaskan nights. As you can
see, my opponent was quite surprised by some of my plays.
Behind Every Mustache
Behind every mustache is a cowboy! Think I can grow a mustache
like his? Hmmm. As you can see, I was trying a saddle at
this shop. This one seemed just a bit off-size for me so I needed
to keep looking. Afterward, we had some yummy doughnuts.
Post Office in Wyarno, Wyoming
The clerk at the Wyarno post office helped me affix
postage to the many postcards I had to send to friends and family.
is still copying his notes - please check back to see the
rest of his travel journal entries.
Traveling with Orin
Happily, I am so busy trying to keep this web site updated, focusing on the
artisans - Lis Smith,
Louise Hawkins, Tina Wozniak and Susan
Sherman - that I have neglected some parts of it, namely, this page
and a few others. Please excuse me; if you have any
questions, feel free to call me at (740) 743-0099 or send an
email to me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
In addition, having launched DonkeyHonk.com, I've been busy contacting
people who provide goods and services to the people of southeast Ohio.
So, yes, I do still make the aprons, dolls and quilted items but do so by
request or special order. Thank you for your patience. ----- Kimber