To Plan, or Not To Plan

 Forty-four — When thinking of baseball, there’s none greater than ‘Hammerin Hank’ Aaron. It was on this day (September 29, 1973) Fifty years ago today that the ‘Hammer’ hit his 713th Home Run. One shy of trying the great Babe Ruth, at 714. He would have to wait for the following season to first tie, and then on April 8, 1974 … Brave’s announcer Milo Hamilton describes it this way, “Henry Aaron, in the second inning walked and scored. He's sittin' on 714. Here's the pitch by Downing. Swinging. There's a drive into left-center field. That ball is gonna be-eee ... Outta here! It's gone! It's 715! There's a new home run champion of all time, and it's Henry Aaron! The fireworks are going. Henry Aaron is coming around third. His teammates are at home plate. And listen to this crowd!”

And now … that number ‘forty-four’ … plays a totally different significance. That is … Forty-four years years ago today … Miss Karen and I made vows to become husband & wife. And what are two sixty something folks to do in order to commemorate that special time? Well … a three-week motorcycle adventure … of course 🤠🏍

Typically there would be significant planning involved. But, with two previous trips, only weeks apart, the thought was to “Wing it”, on the Goldwing. Ha! That should not be a problem! Kids in school, and being Fall. So you could imagine the surprise when I decided to at least make a little bit of preparation, a week before our trip. I came to discover that literally, the rest of the world had the same plan. Only ~ they had made reservations :)

Picture by: Jessica Goehring

Scurrying to catch up, I determined to make some reservations. In the process, I discovered higher prices than imagined, and a couple particulars in regards to entrance into some National Parks. Arches, for example, did you know that they require a ‘Timed Entry Permit’? Yeah, well, I did not have a clue! The NPS had determined that they had to attempt to reduce the congestion after visitation has nearly doubled in the decade from 2011-2021. Their trial solution is to offer a $2 entry ticket. Apparently other knuckleheads are aware of this :( And they obtained their tickets within the three months window. And now, all that is available are those at the 3pm time. The good news … the NPS has provided two other options for those who lacked planning, such as ‘moi’. One, you can arrive before 7am or after 7pm. Or two, go onto their website at 6pm the night prior to your arrival, and wala … they have set some aside (up to 100 tickets) for those of us who were clueless. Thank you very much! 

All this to say … from here out … known to be a ‘planner’ … will definitely be a tad more mindful with such adventures in the future.

And for now … Happy Anniversary to my bride of Forty-Four years! I love you dearly Miss Karen! Let us go visit ‘Zion’ …..

How do you obtain your ‘Timed Entry Permit’? First, you’ll need to have a NPS account.  Go onto https://www.recreation.gov/ within three months from your date of arrival. If you've missed that window (as I did), then likewise go to their site at 6pm MST the day prior to your “Planned” entry. Click onto ‘Tickets and Tours’ — Select the location. For mine, I clicked onto, ‘Arches National Park Timed Entry’ and chose the ‘personal vehicle or motorcycle’, the date, and the desired entry window. I suggest you be prompt. I’ve tested this operation three different nights. The tickets are limited from 73-99 for the various time slots. They will go quickly. 

Was It Worth It?

Owyhee ~ Beautiful Oregon!!

 A trip in the planning for months, almost did not happen. The main purpose and itinerary was for Miko
and I ... to adventure the back country of Southeast Oregon. Areas of which I’ve enjoyed via my motorcycle, but with a street bike ~ the back-country ... does not happen. So … to capture the ‘Hart Mountains’, the ‘Steens’ and ‘Owyhee Canyon’, were our targets.

Only twenty miles south of home, we were struck with our first trip delay. Two hours of attempting to resolve a ‘Climate Control’ issue on the F150, were met with unsatisfactory results. With temperatures projected to have an unseasonably high forecast in the upper 80’s and lower 90’s … should we continue? With paragraph one above ~ absolutely! The manual windows will have to be sufficient. Ha!

It would be the first of three VERY potential setbacks. Though, the most favorable. This is due to the fact that later that very afternoon, the control spontaneously corrected itself, and wala … Cool air and AC were once again gratefully appreciated.

A second purpose to this trip was to capture some on our Oregon ABCity Tour list. Successfully, we enjoyed the likes of LaPine, Lakeview, Lime and Lawen. Likely, many have visited the first two ~ but Lime and Lawen. Where in the world is Waldo?

Hart Mtn Sunset

Visually, the majestic wonders of the ‘Hart Mountains’ and ‘Owyhee’ were more than can be imagined. The ‘Steens’, unfortunately must wait for another day. At over 9,000 feet, and with the heavy Pacific coast snowfall in 2023, yeah … the road was closed.

Our route then drove us along the most picturesque west side of the Steens. Always with phenomenal beauty. After a belly stuffing ‘Fields Station’ milkshake, we made our way to the ‘Alvord’ desert and a night at the Hot Springs. After a quick hike along ‘Pike’ creek, we returned to camp, where I enjoyed both the sunset, and the following morning, the sunrise from the hot springs. Cool indeed! Well, perhaps … ‘Hot’ indeed!

BTW … By the way … the Alvord Desert is home to the fastest women on four wheels. Jessi Combs reached 522.783 miles per hour in her Supersonic Speed Challenger. Said to be essentially a ‘F-104’ jet. Sadly, Jessi died obtaining that record four years ago today, on August 27, 2019. Doing so, she was able to break the previous record by Kitty O’Neil’s 1976 of 512 miles per hour. Yikes!

Alvord Desert

Our next stop was a brief, but well worth view of the ‘Pillars of Rome’. You haven’t heard, nor seen them, have you? Most have not! Yet, once again, a delightful site to see. After a wonderful burger at Rome Station, Miko and I were off to the highlight destination of the week …

Having driven along the ION (Idaho-Oregon-Nevada) Highway a couple times now, I greatly wanted to visit this place called ‘Owyhee’. Tom & I had made camp once along the Owyhee river, but not even the photos online were about to prepare me for what was in store. But first … our second trip delay would occur. Fifteen of twenty-five miles along gravel roads into the Canyon, I caught a glimpse of one of those unfortunate ‘idiot’ lights. Fortunately, this ‘idiot’ took heed to make a quick check. Only two weeks prior, had the same light, for the tire sensor, had illumined. For that one, a quick repair at Les Schwab, discovered that the value stem on the back right tire was the culprit. Much to my surprise … it was the same tire. But, ironically … a totally different problem. Nope, this time … a definite screw had found its home within that very tire. An hour change, that included videoing my endeavors, (for a future post) and we were rolling again.

The ‘Slocum Creek’ campground is nothing to write home about, but the drive into, the hiking around and two wonderful kayak adventures on the Lake/Reservoir … yeah, priceless! I kid you not, when I say that this may be the MOST beautiful place in Oregon. I know … that is saying a lot. For this State ~ oh baby, is simply the MOST beautiful State in the Union. This I know to be true. Indeed!

Early in the morning, Miko and I spent more than three hours heading southward on the lake, attempting to arrive at what I was told, a spectacular hot springs. Though with surprisingly strong intermittent winds ever increasing, this old dude decided that we should return. Arriving at the campsite, we discovered some new guest. With rambunctious … just having fun … kids, Miko decided that we should move on and discover more beauty. But … as we were quickly to discover … this would almost immediately bring about ‘trip delay’ numero tres. Ouch!!!

Less than ten minutes from our campsite, while enjoying the immense beauty of majestic rocks … and heading along a 1 ½ vehicle width area … someone, yes, someone … may have not been paying attention to the extremely very soft shoulder. Did I say very extreme … or, extremely very … does it matter? The result … a five hour delay of plans … a thirteen hundred dollar tow bill … yep, you read that correctly $1,300 … and a nights stay at the Motel Super 8. And why is it called ‘Super’? BUT ~~ thanks be to God … the F150 did not roll! Miko does not have PTSD, and ‘Code Red’ towing, masterfully pulled that puppy out of an otherwise non-apparent ditch.

The title of this blog … “Was it Worth the View”? I need to credit one of the ‘Super 8’ front desk ladies. And though … never … no, never … do I want that near roll experience, yes, it was worth the view! Ha!

Crane Hot Springs

But Oregon … as always, keeps providing more beauty. Such was the case for our last couple of nights. A stop at Crane Hot Springs and finally a lone stay on the shore of Delintment Lake, brought our most wonderful week trip to an end. A definitely wonderful site and three excursions in the kayak just continue to bring delightful beauty, rest and joy. And to think, only five minutes before, on our fifth kayak adventure of this week-long trip … I was surprisingly thinking how little Miko had not fallen into the water. Even then … someone might have missed part of his adventure. Glancing, I saw his head on the right side of the bow. It was his back paws … where were they? Oh … the little fella had slid off and his back paws were somehow tangled a tad, in the bungee-cord, which I had attached to the bow in order to hold a mat on top of the kayak. All week he had been amazingly successful to remain at top … at least until he wasn’t. Fortunately for the puppy, we were only twenty yards from the shore. The great news … for a dog at least … again, no apparent PTSD.

Delintment Lake

I believe that even with our trip delays and mishaps … Miko would say as well, if he could … Indeed, it was worth it!

 

 

 

 

I Don’t Do Diapers!

I know a guy … while performing emergency medical procedures on a cardiac arrest victim … saw the intense display of anguish, in the tear-filled eyes of loved ones who prayed for another day. He saw the horror of fellow comrades, as they extinguished the final flames that incinerated four unsuspecting laborers as they were driving home from their job site.

This same guy timed an amazing group of paralyzed veterans, who pulled themselves through the water, no legs propelling them, as they raced toward the finish line. A personal record perhaps, yet no fanfare the following morning … not even an honorable mention in the local newspaper. Or, the other vets who plowed their adaptive wheelchairs into to each other, as they scrum in pursuit of another goal.

Earlier in the year he gathered vital signs, a medical history, and listened to their stories. Mothers, and their children, living with daily fear, knowing that their cartel husbands would one day be released from prison.

He smiled, and he cried … watching Isabel, who returned for her second year of baseball camp. Never to become a ballplayer. But this is why he brings baseball to the children of Mexico. She listens intensely, to capture every detail from her coach. And then … a swing … the ball dribbles down the third base line. She runs … a smile, her hair lifting in the wind as she crosses first base. ~~ Two days later he arrives at her home, delivering an awesome chicken enchilada casserole. Steam still escaping from the corners of the foil. She greets him outside … a younger brother … a kid sister … playing amidst the debris in which is their yard. Less has been seen from the dump near his own home. Their house … four walls, a door and a window. Its’ size … less than his own master bedroom. They smile, they survive … they’re grateful!

Four ‘Zephyr Valves’ placed. And now … three days required to reach the other side of the worst of complications. Conversations enjoyed … beating his kid brother in a game of cards. Living on the positive side, all while residing in University Hospital.

There have been … and will be … others who have seen … who have experienced … life with greater significance. But … what has been his life … Has been a path of seeing the world ~ in their worst of days.

This guy … he recently received a series of correspondence regarding a club that he runs. There are a few grumbling about some silly and overly insignificant rules. The drama of it all … when …

I ask … How is it … When our world is filled with so much broken … That some … they can be more about the drama … More about whining over such things of insignificance … Than seeing and being the significance for others ~ in their moment.

He challenges you … set aside the game. Be grateful for the simple beauty … that can be found in a game. Play for the joy! Realize what is yours … and maintain your compass on life’s true heading. That’s what he has discovered. And in doing such … he has determined that he no longer does diapers. You can wallow in your own crap if you so desire. But for me … ‘I Don’t Do Diapers’!

 

 

Today is the two year anniversary when the Biden Administration abandoned in Afghanistan the precious lives of David L. Espinoza, Nicole L. Gee, Taylor Hoover, Ryan C. Knauss, Hunter Lopez, Rylee J. McCollum, Dylan R. Merola, Kareem M. Nikoui, Daegan W. Page, Johanny Rosario Pichardo, Humberto A. Sanchez, Jared M. Schmitz, and Maxton W. Soviak … they were determined to be of little significance. Today ... they should be two years older. Instead, their families continue to ask and search for answers. Only weak apologies offered. Let them not be forgotten! ~~ Let us live in such a manner that we correctly measure life according to the significance of others … and not … of things.

 

Nope, Not Anti ...

Always a beautiful setting, Minto-Brown Island Park, provides pleasure to wonder about the 1200 plus acres, whether you choose to walk, run or bike. On this particular Saturday, a young friend and I were directing participants in the Hope Pregnancy Center ‘Walk/Run-a-Thon’. A simple job, made fun as we encouraged and chatted, both with participants and those leisurely enjoying the mild August morning.

One such elderly lady strolled up to us and looking at our shirts said, “Pregnancy Clinic”. With a quizzical look, she continued. “Are you anti-abortion”? Without skipping a beat, I smiled and responded with, “Actually we are about supporting women who have found themselves in the midst of a ‘crisis pregnancy’.” Lifting her head slightly skyward, she let out with an ahhhh, and then continued on her slow, but determined walk.

Sixty-five years ago, my very own mother, at the age of sixteen, found herself in a ‘crisis pregnancy’. I’m pretty sure that there were no such organizations that were available to provide such caring support. Though I know that my grandmother, Nana, was that very support, beside her along the way.

And now, in August of 2023, I’m grateful for the care, the compassion, the guidance, through emotional, mental and physical means, they … we are able to encourage these young women of the immeasurable value of that the life that is growing within them.

No, I am not ‘Anti’ … rather, I’m for the life of each that grow within that very amazing space, called a womb, which our Creator has specially designed for each baby to begin their journey.

Perhaps better words have not been spoken, than by David in Psalms 139, where he says, “For You (God of Creation) formed my inward parts; You knitted me in my mother’s womb. I praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are Your works, my soul knows it very well.”

I’m grateful that I was wonderfully knitted within the womb of Elizabeth Ann. I know that my soul … it knows it very well!

 

 

Beyond Inspiration ...

The irony of writing this piece on ‘inspiration’ ~~ I wasn’t finding any inspiration to write. Say what?

Now that I’ve got that out of the way … What do you find that inspires you? Honestly, take a moment and think about those things in life that bring you inspiration.

One of the first that come to mind for me, is the beauty of creation. Whether it was those first trips into the Sierra’s, or childhood visits to Iowa … for this LA raised boy, viewing the phenomenal wonder of the stars … that ~ has always brought a sense of inspiration. As well, inspiration is revealed in the beauty of a waterfall, or waves crashing on the oceans, or the wonder discovered in rocks. Some, are even called, “El Capitan’! Each of these bring both joy and inspiration.

I would imagine that for most of us music can bring a deep sense of inspiration. Who doesn’t get inspired by, ‘Gonna Fly Now’, the song that is also known as the ‘Theme from Rocky’. Or, how about John Mayer and his song ‘Say’, from the movie the ‘Bucket List’. Some of my favorites on the Christian artist side are, ‘Need You Now’, by Plumb. The very song that I included on the last of fifty blogs that I wrote in regards to my firefighting career. Or there is ‘Desert Road’ by Casting Crowns. I must have listened to this song more than a dozen times while driving through the southeastern Californian desert, just prior to my arrival into Sonora, Mexico, enroute to my youth baseball camp. If I, or if you took time, I imagine that there could be dozens of songs that have been of great inspiration throughout our lives. I’ll mention one last one toward the end of this blog.

I’m not sure if this is accurate … but, I believe that which brings the greatest of inspiration, more than those of life’s experiences … are in fact the people that created those experiences in the first place. As with songs, or even creation, many individual’s in our lives could foot the bill. For myself, I need to look no further than my very own mother.

No way! Rugby!

One such life experience, and people from this past week ~~ are those inspirational paralyzed veterans. It was a couple months ago, while in a conversation at church, that George mentioned that the PVA (Paralyzed Veterans of America), were having their ‘Wheelchair Games’ in Portland, during the week of our independence, in July. I had not heard of such an event. But, immediately I found their website, and later that day I had registered as a volunteer.

Now, as I’m able to reflect on the tremendous opportunities which I and hundreds of other volunteers had to collaborate with these amazing athletes, during these games, I can unwavering say, that I was inspired. Undoubtedly, as an old guy, I have aches and pains. Yet, often with gratefulness, throughout the week, I'd take a moment ... I’d look at my hands, and I would wiggle my fingers ... or my toes. Then, I’d bend my knees, and I'd walk a few steps … and I’d be left ... with ... a smile. I am simply amazed at their dedication, their perseverance, their own inspiration to make the most out of each and every day.

My only regret … as much as I endeavored … I was unable to convince anyone to join with me, either as a fellow volunteer, or as a spectator. This sadly, was their loss. One hour, one shift, one day … and they too … simply would have likewise been inspired. Indeed, you would have :)

Thank you … Whits! Thank you … Darron! Thank you … Rich, and Robert, and Brian, Spanky, René, Steve, Bob and … and … and. This I can say, though the 2023 games were my first time participating with you, indeed, they will not be my last.

Thank you for your inspiration into this life of mine! With admiration, Rick

p.s. One additional song of inspiration. The song that fits most perfectly with these ‘Wheelchair Games’, is one that is likewise found on my blog titled, “Time To Let Go”, from June of 2022. Gary Miracle's statement, and the song by Mercy Me, “Say I Won’t” … 

 Lastly ... a few inspiring quotes:

... "I believe every human has a finite number of heartbeats. I don't intend to waste any of mine."- Neil Armstrong ~~~ "Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened." -- Dr. Seuss ~~~ "The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why." -- Mark Twain ~~~ "Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up." -- Thomas A. Edison

 

Summer Beauty ~ Leaf & Flower

You walk on them … you live within them … you place your dinner on them … they separate your property … and they beautify the walls of your home. All the above have to do with the wonders of wood. From floors, to homes, your tables and fences … from picture frames to just lovely works of art. Hundreds, perhaps thousands of ways in which wood, lumber, and trees so enrich our lives.

On our property alone we enjoy two of the ten most abundant trees in the great Pacific Northwest. The Douglas Fir and the Norway Maple provide both beauty and tons of shade … a special blessing on those hot summer days. We also enjoy a couple Cherry trees, a Hazelnut, and a less popular, yet most goregous Golden Chain.

And though each have a beauty all their own, it’s one that you’ve likely never heard of that always holds a special place for me. As it has grown, its size has attempted to wreak havoc on our neighbors roof, as well as our driveway. Yet, with continued care, I hope to never say goodbye.

Oh, so fragrant!

It is said that there are more than 70,000 species of trees. And this particular one … are typically native to warm and subtropical climates. Yeah … not quite the description of our great Willamette Valley. How we’re blessed to have one of three that can be seen within our town … beats me.

A leaf larger than any I’ve ever beheld. And come mid-June, she provides a flower that displays both beauty and a fragrance that is wonderfully delightful. The ‘Catalpa’, or ‘Northern Catalpa’ to be precise! Thanks for adding a most incredible decoration to our South Third home.

So what’s in your yard, or your neighborhood? Slow down, and enjoy the amazing beauty in which we’ve been blessed by our Creator. You may just discover that you too have a unique species directly within view.

 

 

 Genesis 2:9 "And out of the ground the Lord God made to spring up every 

tree that is pleasant to the sight and good for food." 

 

Thanks Brad for the video, and Brian Doerksen for the song!

~ Tears of Legacy ~

 “Sometimes these days, I find that I just burst into tears. I never was this weepy, but I feel as if I’m unable to control my emotions”. A little more than a decade older, this fine gentleman and I have always enjoyed chatting over a coffee or a meal. The wisdom that he brings … the life experience that we share … provide conversations that are seldom silent.

Truthfully speaking … I’ve always found myself a fairly emotional person. Something which I imagine few are aware of. But in the same manner of this gentleman, these ‘senior’ years … closer to sixty-five, than sixty-four … how did that happen? Yes, in these ‘senior’ years I find that the tears flow more readily than before. And often, at the simplest of thoughts.

Two weeks ago, those tears were the result of a song by Matthew West. Called, ‘Hello My Name Is’, the verse that grabbed me was, “I’m no longer defined, by the wreckage behind. The One who is making all things new, has proven it’s true. Just take a look at my life”.

As I repeated the song, not once … not twice … no, likely ten or more times. What caused my life to change? What makes it so I’m no longer defined … yes, NO LONGER defined by the wreckage behind. There is plenty. How is this possible? I have only one answer … He, who is making all things new … wow! Just take a look at my life.

And the tears this morning. You’re gonna laugh … they were while writing graduation cards. As I said, Sometimes it’s “The simplest of thoughts”. But why? Four beautiful young ladies. All whom we’ve known since birth. Well, one since her adopted birth into a most wonderful family. And yes, just writing this required a moment to compose myself, as tears again began to flow.

~ This ... brings 'Joy' ~

These ladies are proceeding into a dark world. But, as I wrote in my most recent blog, “Called Out of Darkness”, His light is to shine through our lives, into the lives of others. Most of my tears were those of joy. The joy of watching the legacy of their families manifest itself through their very lives. A joy in knowing that they’ve received such an incredible foundation. A foundation from their families, and from the written word of God. And, a joy and hope that they will bring the very same to a hurting and broken world.

But my tears do not stop there. No, they are tears for my own legacy. As I pray for my children and grandchildren … to look at my life. To understand that I am ... that we … no longer have to be defined by the wreckage behind. Might they allow Him … The Creator of all things. The Redeemer of the broken … to change them as well.

Returning ... to my recent lunch with my friend. His hardships in the past decade would make most “burst into tears”. Yet, behind the tears, is a heart of joy. Not ... joy in the circumstances. Rather, joy in the providence of God. And upon his face … an unending smile. A smile that beams with the radiance … radiance that can only be bestowed by the grace of our Redeemer.

  

Oh ... one last thought. I in no means want to make myself any spiritual giant. I know ... that I am not! But ... could it be that we become more weepy with age, as we have had years of experiences. We've allowed the Savior to soften these old hearts ... in order to be sensitive to what He cares about most. And that is ... a broken  world. I can only hope that this is what these tears are about. Perhaps they are expressions of the Father Himself....