SupportJuly

Somehow it is already July - and already we're half way through it! But, this is definitely NOT something I am complaining about... This month has been a goodie! It started off with the arrival of my mother. There is not much that I love more than to have that woman close by. Not only is she the loving, caring, sensitive, nuturing mother that many just dream of having, but she is also my dear, dear friend. For her first fews days in town we made a quick trip down to Moab - a place that I love and she had never been before, so it was really great to share it with her.



A couple weeks later Joe and his family came to town - it's so amazing to see how fast children grow and change! Aaron is a little boy now and June with her newsest purring sound is the cutest little babe ever!

This month also provided me with the long awaited opportunity to visit Havasupai falls in the Grand Canyon in Arizona. My friend Natalie Thompson called me just a few days before the trip saying that she had spots open up in a big group that was headed down and wanted to see if I was interested. Naturally, I did whatever it would take to make it happen and before I knew it, I was on my way! It is about a 10 hour drive to the trailhead, and from there it's a 10 mile hike in to the campgrounds. We started the hike at about 4:30am and arrived at about 7:00am - it was pretty quick hiking for me, which I was proud of, but by the time we arrived we were obviously exhausted. However, after a few hours of sleep we were ready to play!

The waterfalls were unbelievable and the crystal blue water was breathtaking- it's really hard to believe this place is located in the middle of the Arizona desert, but that is part of what makes it so fantastic!

Every day was perfect -> from the weather, to the magestic scenery to the company, it was a great experience!

1/2 way through... and good news, I'm still here

Ain't it good to breathe the air

Another spin around the sun

On this spec of life in the universe

A little peace of life in everyone

Ain't it good to be alive?

To feel the sun strong against your face

It spills over me like the milky way

-Edwin

It's half way through 2008 and I am still alive- but not without coming close to the alternative at least once or twice!

The latest threat on my life is one some of you may have already heard about, but I think it is still worth writing about! 

About 2 weeks ago,  Saturday June 21 to be exact, I made the unbelievably naive decision to tackle the provo river tandem on an 1 man ocean kayak with my bud Rich Cannon. If you know me at all, you know that kayaking isn't exactly my thing; however, I decided to trust my friend who does know a thing or two about kayaking and who assured me everything would be fine - but, if you know Rich at all, then you know that I should have known better.

When we started our little adventure out - it was exactly how I pictured it - Rich in back, doing all the paddling work, me stretched out on the front of the kayak, getting my suntan in check and Annie Hancock smiling along side us in her own kayak. 

Not too long after we began though, the speed of the current picked up, which was exciting for a good 6-9 seconds, but then quickly turned to startling when I found myself trying to catch my breathe in the freezing cold water of that wicked river after we hit much heavier rapids and rolled out of the kayak. Though the water was only 3-4 feet deep, I not only found myself struggling to stand due of the strength of the current, but now I was frantically fighting to breathe because I couldn't stand and thus I couldn't keep my head above water. (This was the part where I wished I had the life jacked strapped to me, instead of strapped to the kayak.)

Adrenaline quickly kicked in, which thankfully removed all the feelings of being cold from my mind and body and allowed me to concentrate on the vital need of getting a hold of a rock, a branch, or anything that would allow me to get some footing, stand and start up that whole breathing process again. For some reason - I did allow myself to become distracted and even focused on a few other things during the whole ordeal which now, are humorous but also a little disturbing.. what was I doing thinking about anything else besides getting air!?!  Anyway, first, I was extremely concerned about my camera which was in my pocket - though it was "safely" in ziplock bag, I was obviously worried about it falling out and kept checking on it under the water. Second, I was wearing handmade seashell earring made by my little sister - which i was also worried about losing and did check once or twice while I was drowning. Thirdly, I found myself distracted by Annie - who could tell I was obviously in trouble but was yelling, " ARE YOU OK?!"  as she kayaked past me. I didn't spend any time trying to respond, but I did let the thought "Are you serious?!" overpower the thought of "get oxygen" for about 1.5 seconds. 

I don't remember the part where I finally got a grip on an object long enough to stop myself and achieve a standing position - but I did, and let me tell you breathing never tasted so good.

I climbed out of the water and looked down stream where I saw that Rich and Annie were both safely out of the water as well. I then pulled my camera out of my pocket, just as water was rushing out of a big hole in the bag... fortunately i still had both my earrings. 

Shortly after that, I looked down and saw something else the adrenaline had kept me from feeling... the incredible beating I received from the rocks and whatever else was in there as the Provo River had its way with me!






After a little more craziness - the details of which I will skip, the 3 of us finally reunited - alive and mostly well. Somehow Rich and Annie walked away from the whole experience without a scratch. 

I spent the next week on pain meds, with ice packs on my legs and walkin around with a wicked-cool limp - but though my legs still have a purplish hue to them, I am feeling much better! And Edwin was never more right when he said "ain't it good to be alive?!" - because it is. 

(And to add to the goodness of my "recovery" my camera fully came back to life! If any of you are shopping for a digital camera, I highly recommend the Canon Powershot SD 900. I'm pretty sure it has 9 lives.)

YELLOWSTONE

This past weekend I had the opportunity to explore and re-discover the land of Yellowstone National Park. It has been at least 20 years since I have visited this place, and even though, disappointedly, I did not see any bears or moose (an animal that I am now convinced is just as fictional as a polkaroo or at least just as illusive) this visit was long over due and well worth it!


Mary, Annie Hancock, Joe and Rich England, Marco Brandi and Matt Wagner were also part of this little weekend get-a-way each of whom completed and complimented the whole adventure.

Joe and Rich not only generously provided the comforts of a cozy mountain cabin, but they proved to be excellent tour guides.
The weekend offered the perfect combination of relaxation, adventure, great people, and a few rounds of name that tune – which turned out to be exactly what I needed to achieve the sense of “getting away from it all.”

Though our wildlife sightings weren't quite what I was hoping for, we weren't completely deprived! We saw plenty of buffalo and elk, we spotted a huge bald eagle, a coyote and plenty of other little critters. The hot springs were breathtaking,
and old faithful is still doing her thang!

I am ever awed by the beauty and grandeur that is this earth. Every time I experience somewhere new, as I did this past weekend, I become even more eager to explore this whole world - to witness for myself all it has to offer in its natural state – as all of it seems to feed my soul! But until I get the opportunity to complete my worldwide ventures, I am contented with the knowledge that so much of this beauty is right here in my own backyard and that I have the ability to discover it!

Things Change

“Strange how the moment just can’t last,

no way of living inside the past…
Things can die, they can’t stay the same,

Things change.” – Mason Jennings

This past weekend the reunion that has only been talked about for years finally took place. Several of the trailwalkers employed at Anasazi from 2002-2003 reunited at Kellicia Bowerbank Gomez’s cabin in Kamas Utah.


It had been up to 5-6 years since some of us had seen one another and though it is true that some things never change, like the unbelievable wit of James Elton, Dave House’s fantastic laugh and Mark Magleby feats of strength, life does have a way paving different paths, of turning the nomadic hearted into stationary and stable momma’s and papa’s and simply “moving on.”


Without a doubt, the summer of 2002 has been the most memorable summer of my life. Not only did I have some of the most incredibly challenging and character testing and building experiences but I met some of the best people that I believe exist on this earth today. I have learned so much from each one of them, things that I know have greatly broadened my perspectives on this life. I learned to see this earth, and everything in it in a new light and with a new found love. It was at Anasazi and with these people that I really learned to recognize, to love and to value people as individuals – including myself. I learned wisdom, a whole new level of patience and how to really laugh. Most of all, I learned how to truly recognize, respect and love my God.


Though the people I came to know and love still prove to be extraordinary individuals, It’s difficult to recall this chapter of my life without feeling a great sense of nostalgia for times and experiences of the past which I long to relive, but must settle to just remember. I know that this is a feeling that everyone can relate to – many times over I’m sure, but through my desires to go back and again experience the pleasures of the past, I am reminded to cherish the here and now. The present is a magical time because it’s only going to happen once, and it’s happening now! I have so much choice in the present and that is not only exciting but it is empowering. I will be ever grateful for my Anasazi experience – not only for the fond irreplacable memories it has created but also because it has played an immense role in molding me into the person I am TODAY.

Victim of SLC Vandals

Mom is right, life is full of surprises. You never do know what is around the corner, but I'm pretty sure the surprise life brought me when I woke up this morning was not quite what she had in mind..


This morning I woke up like I normally do - to my dreaded alarm clock, as it faithfully fulfilled its purpose in my life. As I roused to consciousness, my mind started to recall the enjoyable events of this past weekend and I couldn't help but feel the familiar Monday morning desire of wanting my weekend to last at least one more day.. mmm, if not forever. I laid in bed for about 2 minutes contemplating ways to avoid getting up and most of all going to work on such a beautiful morning, but as usual I came up with nothing. So I gave in, crawled out of bed and into the shower.


Taking my sweet time as I get ready in the morning has been a luxury I have re-learned to cherish and take FULL advantage of, since I made the move to SLC, and this morning was no exception - well, until about 7:43am when I was abruptly interupted from my "what-to-wear, closet-stare" by the sound of the doorbell being repeatedly rung, and my name being yelled over and over through the open window by Stormy, a tenant from the first floor apartment of our house...


As I approached the door I heard partial sentences from inside and outside the house to the effect of "cars being hit." You can probably image the thoughts that were running through my mind at this time, and if you can't they were something to this affect. But, a quick glance out the window before getting the door assured me my car was okay - or at least so it seemed.



As I made my way out the door, I quickly learned that I was Salt Lake City's newest victim of vandalism... My car had gone from the most beautiful car of all - to some punk kid's method of revenge on his parents, society, and probably the world.

Strangely enough my reaction to the words "thizz or die bitch" and "Rosepark" spray-painted across the drivers side of my car left me feeling anything but angry or even sad. My first thought was, how am I supposed to drive to temple square with the word "bitch" on the side of my car? My second thought - was with all the beauty in the world and the potential to create even more, why is someone wasting their time doing this? Then reality hit, and I realized that this little stunt would probably cost me at least $500 dollars as I would have to pay my insurance deductable, if not more. At this time, I did feel sad as my pocketbook usually sits pretty shallow, but I am impressed with myself in the fact that I never did become angry over this situation. In fact, now I am even glad that this occurred, and here is why.

First off, my neighbor - Stormy suggested to me that soap & water and a little old fashion scrubbin' maybe all it would take to remove the paint. Though I doubted this, I figured it was worth a try and to my delight, it worked! So with the help of Stormy's roommate Sharine, I spent the next 3 hours scrubbing the paint off my car and counting the many blessings and tender mercies of this situation, and here is what I came up with:
1. I now know the cheapest way to remove spray paint from any given vehicle.

2. My half-conscious Monday morning wish of having a way to not go to work and enjoy the beautiful morning was granted.

3. I now have a better relationship with the neighbors downstairs.

4. I got the best arm work out I have had in months- if not years.

5. and, I now have a freshly and thoroughly cleaned car.

So, if by the one-in-a-billionth chance that my SLC vandal is reading this blog I want to say thank you to you! Though your life may be filled with drugs & alcohol, violence, broken homes, feelings of neglect and abandonment and an insatiable sense to repay the world for all the horribles it has brought upon you, through your inconsiderate and debasing action you have actually just made my world a better one.

xo