Tumultuous Holidaze

It's almost Thanksgiving... I can't believe it. Time is going by so quickly. Tomorrow I will start the journey southward, to visit family and friends. Starting last night, I was vibrating exciting nrg, with thoughts of visiting those I care for. Though it may have been the coffee, ingested to keep me awake for a 3 hour class, starting at 6:30 p.m., the excitement lasted 'til midnight, when I was finally able to settle into slumberous comfort.

This intrigued me, possibly due to the fact that I have been thinking of how I took for granted, previously living a mere 75 miles from the place I grew up. This meager distance cowers in comparison to the almost 600 miles in which I now reside. How nice it would be to live closer and have the opportunity to bask in the love and affections of those who care for you. However, many of us have recently moved to here and are feeling similarly.

Still I ponder, is this yearning and excitement a mere inflation of the true feelings I am having for the place I think of so fondly? Perhaps I should seek council in the other new transplants pursuing the similar arduous path. Others within the clan of those I hold dear have journeyed far from the place they call home and I've noticed there is not a common theme in conversations of this topic, though it is possible this is simply not mentioned in the brief, intermittent telephone connections.

None the less, I will enjoy the excitement, since it will not be relived for another long period. Even if it is inflated, leaving room for much disappointment, these are emotions are simply realizations that I am alive and even more so living. That statement moves us onto a different topic, one which I have addressed before and will probably mention again in the future, but not now.

I hope we all enjoy these tumultuous holidaze, the pleasurable events and saddening ones as well. As all other moments, they will not come again.

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You see well chances are given
Only once
         -Xavier Rudd

NPR blurb

Love is not about loosing your freedom...
it's about giving it a meaning.

Wonderful words!

What is it about words that is so titilizing. A person who knows how to communicate and can use words cunningly, is an artist. I find the use of words to be delightfully fulfilling. There are so many things I would like to have the extra time to accomplish, including:

   1. Writing various papers on significant environmental
       topics.... ah there are so many to choose from.
   2. Making a shower curtain for the bathroom.
   3. Growing various plant life.
   4. CLEANING my home
   5. Cleaning out the truck
   6. Hiking and camping in the mountains

That list is prolly more for me, but oh well. It would be wonderful is the weekends were a few days longer and the days were a few hours longer. We could accomplish all we wanted... or at least a larger portion.

So, on to the next task.. a 3 hour class.

Weekend in hot springs

This past weekend was great! A group of us (Ari,Kat, Anna, Matthew, and myself) traveled six or more hours west to gawk, or maybe it was only me, at the beautiful colorful leaves lining the hills and mountainsides. I've been wanting to make it over to the mountains for awhile now, but haphazardly we out this trip together and headed out Friday afternoon. Unfortunately, the car I was in didn't make it there until way past dark, but it was a wonderful surprise to wale-up to bountifully colored trees. Since the drive was so far, we only had Saturday to explore, in which we hiked along 2 trails. One was up the side of a mountain and the other was along a river. The weather was fantastic and I was not even cold. We also managed to hit the peak color change in leaves it seems also.

fall colors


campsite view 1


campsite view 2


trail view


mountain dog


stand by me flashbacks


Ari, Kat, and Matthew

Needless to say,I much enjoyed it and hope to make it over sometime soon. Since the weather will be turning much colder soon, it will prolly not be until spring.