Remember when?

I realize that I haven't written about what we've been doing in CO at all. Even the fun stuff. Like that time when we stayed at the cabin in Yampa. This was the view from our cabin:



We had lots of fun with the horses, and I was only slightly terrified.





They had a natural hot springs hot tub. That, combined with a view of the Milky Way galaxy. Perfect.



We hiked around the ranch, and I fell in love with Aspen trees.





Reuben carved our initials into one of those aspens, hopefully we'll manage to come back and find it again.



We spent Labor day in the tiny town of Oak Creek. A coal town, they were the very first place to officially recognize Labor Day, back in the 1800s. They've been celebrating with the Labor Day Parade every year since. Pretty much the entire town is in the parade (which isn't many) so we came to show our support. There were lots of ladies dressed up like the olden days.



We celebrated our anniversary (yes, one year!) with some good old fashioned bbq ribs.



On the way back to CO Springs, we stopped in Vail, to see what all the fuss was about.




My parents own a piece of property near Breckenridge, and we wanted to stop by to see the place. Yes, it is located at 11,000 feet and in the middle of absolutely nowhere, but they were hoping to build a cabin there someday, and cabins are supposed to be in the middle of nowhere anyway. It was quite a nice piece of forest, actually.




Other random things, check out this rainbow!



We spent a week up at another cabin, just north of the Springs.



I was so excited to see prairie dogs!



And oh yes, who could forget when we went to the prologue ride of the USA Pro Cycling Challenge. It started at the Garden of the Gods, so we parked at the YWAM base and took our bikes there. This day pretty much made Reuben's LIFE. He got to cheer on The Schleck brothers, Cadel Evans, George Hincappee, and everyone that he always admired from the television screen in the Tour de France.






Oh yes, and we woke up one day to watch the sunrise.

Snow Day!

Yesterday was bliss. I woke up and it was SNOWING. Snow in early October - what is this? It felt like summer two days ago.
I get giddy whenever I see snow start falling, especially if it's the first of the season, and double-especially if it's the first thing I see when I wake up. It snowed and snowed and snowed, and then the sun came out and it all melted in an hour. So much for that! Snow brings on immediate cravings for two things: hot chocolate and soup. And that is what I had yesterday. To make the day even better, I took a nap, went for a walk, drank hot beverages all day, and had dinner at Cracker Barrel. Good day.

Equinox

Fall seemed to march right past me and now it seems like we're in the thick of it. My experience with weather this past year has been so crazy. We suffered through a long winter, and never really got a spring in Seattle. We came back to Yakima and it was summer. We came to CO Springs and it was summer, yet of a different sort. We've been shuffling ourselves around to different places for the past month or so, and in the meantime fall came. CO Springs had the craziest rainstorm that lasted for 48 hours, the most rainfall they've ever recorded, and more than 1/4 of their annual average precipitation, including snow. It was in the 30s yesterday when we woke up.

I have to say that summer is still my favorite season, because I like warm nights and feeling nice and toasty 24 hours a day. I like sitting in a hot car (within reason - one exception being Phoenix in the summer). We're headed off to Malaysia in the next month or so, and we'll completely bypass winter and spring. And because of that, I'm excited to go back to Yakima and have mini fall festivities before we depart. Fresh apples. Homemade applesauce. Cider. Sweaters. Maybe even the fireplace. I love coziness of fall.



[In Vail]

Altitude

If Denver is considered the 'mile-high city', then Colorado Springs would be called a 'mile-and-then-some.' I've enjoyed running at sea-level for the past year, and I knew that coming to CO Springs would be a jolt to my system. And yes, I've been huffing and puffing at an unreasonably rapid pace ever since I got here. I can feel my apparently tiny, inefficient red blood cells screaming for more oxygen, which my lungs are currently unable to provide. They say it takes about 3 months for your body to replace my sickly red blood cells with larger, more efficient ones. Three months is about what I've got here, so perhaps there is hope.

There's a reason why the U.S. Olympic Training Center is here. Colorado is considered to be one of the 'fittest' states in the U.S., and it's proven that people who live at altitude tend to live longer (less likely to die of heart disease). And although I've seen plenty of Iron-Man caliber people trotting down the trail like a gazelle (a gazelle with excellent lung capacity and humungous red blood cells), there's also plenty of people gasping for air, just like me. At least I'm not alone. My first few runs were pretty stop-and-go, but I think I can feel my body starting to adjust. I'm not wheezing any more like a cat with a hairball.

I don't know if this has anything to do with Colorado, but my big toe poked through both layers of my left shoe since I've been here. My feet have worn all my running shoes that way (it runs in the family - my sister does that too), but I've never had such a large gaping hole. Since this is the first occurrence, I will assume it is the altitude. I can blame everything on that now.

The long trek

The longest drive I've ever done solo was from Yakima to Portland. Yup, 3.5 hours. I've experienced longer drives than that, but by sharing driving (or not driving at all, in some cases). Reuben decided to take his car down to CO with us, so that meant that we had to drive from Yakima to Colorado separately. Yuck. One of the reasons that I got the phone that I did was because it had an mp3 player and a headphone jack that I could plug into my car. I had a million podcasts I've been wanting to listen to and was excited to finally get to them on the long drive. Of course, somewhere early on in the drive, my adaptor went berzerk. Nevermind about the podcasts! Luckily, I had NPR most of the way. As I was pulling out of the driveway in Yakima my dad handed me an audiobook of a Clive Cussler book, Blue Gold. Not particularly on my reading list, but it kept me half-way entertained for about 8 hours. Only half-way because audio books aren't really my cup of tea because I get distracted too easily if I don't have the words in front of me.



We decided to take three days to travel. The first day was pretty slow going, because Reuben's car started having car problems, and we ended up taking it to a mechanic and getting a leaky hose replaced in Baker City. We also stopped at an Oregon Trail Museum along the way. I just love gazing at the prairie land and wondering what it must have been like for the pioneers in covered wagons.



Little House on the Prairie, and the story of the Ingalls family going out West by covered wagon, was and still is one of my favorite books. I like to think that if I had lived during that time, I would have been one to go out west. Considering what normally happened when I played the Oregon Trail computer game in my childhood, however, I probably would have gotten bit by a rattlesnake or died of typhoid.




Our first night, we camped in Glenn's Ferry, a tiny town in Oregon. The only campground remotely in the vicinity happened to be an RV park, so we fell asleep to the humming of electricity pulsing through our neighbor's towering trailers.



The second day we camped in Wyoming. I can't say that I've ever been to WY before, but perhaps that isn't true because I vaguely remember seeing Old Faithful in Yellowstone. After a long day of Clive Cussler, car troubles and truck stops, our second night of camping was a-mazing. One of the most fantastic places I've ever camped. We drove into the Flaming Gorge Recreational Area and were told that we could camp anywhere we liked, so we followed one of the old windy roads down to the river. No RVs this time, no electricity, no city lights, only stars, water, prong-horn antelope, and bunnies. Camping at its best.










We had left Reuben's car in town, so we packed everything we needed for the night (which wasn't much) in my car. Only when we started getting hungry did I realize what I forgot: the food bag. Luckily we had some random foods in my car, and we improvised 'pad thai' with rice noodles, dried basil, and coconut butter. It was pretty disgusting.



I don't have much to report from the third day of driving, only more car problems. But we made it! We rewarded ourselves with an institution that we don't have the privilege of possessing in Washington: Cracker Barrel.

I survived! I probably will insist on never doing the drive again by myself. Reuben's car is being sold or staying here. We'll have to drive the car back up to WA this fall, but luckily my husband is much better company than a Clive Cussler audio book.

tiny quail

Since I've been in Yakima, I've been hoping that the quail chicks would hatch before we left town. The day before we leave, they arrived! They're so tiny, fluffy, and squeaky. They're certainly not ready to fly yet or jump very high, so they can't get onto the wall yet like momma and poppa can. But I can tell they're trying to teach them!

The pictures aren't very good, but you can see the chicks underneath that looming pink flamingo, dutifully following and peeping along the way.



Proud parents watching over their young.



Unfortunately, I won't be able to watch them grow up. At least I got a chance to see them!

Technology

Today Reuben and I got ourselves new phones. For months, since our phones were stolen back in February, we've been using my family's old cell phones - old as in the original, the very first cell phone I ever had. I was fairly late on the bandwagon to get a cell-phone, I think it was 2001 when I got it - and only because I was leaving for YWAM and needed it to connect with my family back home. No, it wasn't a "smart phone" - Reuben and I endearingly called them our "stupid phones." But they worked just fine for us. Texting was a little annoying, anyway, but it just meant that I texted less, that's all. The phones we got aren't anything fancy compared to most phones out on the market these days - they were both free upgrades - but they DO have touch screens and mine has a pull-out keyboard. And a camera, woo hoo! But the most exciting part is my wool felt owl pouch that I got to hold it. This, I am very proud of.



Speaking of technology, I was listening to a podcast by Orion Magazine the other day with two of my favorite scholarly people: Richard Louv and David Sobel. They were talking about the connection between nature and technology. The two seem to be an oxymoron, but it's true that technology can be utilized to enrich a nature experience. This has to be an intentional act on the part of the user, however. For instance, I am sitting here on my porch typing away on my Mac. Technology in the outdoors. Yes, I am out here because it feels nice, and I'm tired of being inside, but I'm not really connecting with the environment around me, because my focus is on this screen. David Sobel brought up a good point about technology: it should be judged by how long it takes to get your attention off the screen and back to the natural world. The computer, in most cases, would score negative points. So would tv. But think about a digital camera. You can use it to take pictures outside, you can use it to zoom closely into things, offering the ability to see things from a different perspective. You can go back later and look at them again, and use the images to develop questions and search for answers. At IslandWood, I would use a digital camera once in a while as a tool for inquiry-based learning. It was a hit with the kids! We also used Ipods at IslandWood. Not to listen to music (which, by the way, deadens the senses to the natural world - I came to the conclusion shortly after mine was stolen that I'm better off without my Ipod now anyway!), but to listen to bird calls through the external speaker, and to see pictures of bird and other animals. They even included facts about the animal that the kids could look through. I'm no birder, and I would pull the Ipod out whenever I didn't know what a particular bird was. It didn't take long for the kids to figure out which species we were looking at (or hearing). As a result of this technology, I still looked like I knew what I was doing, I learned something new, and the kids were totally engaged. Win win win situation.

After I finished all my papers and assignments for school, I just about swore off technology. And as a few weeks have past, I'm realizing that I need it now less than ever. I brought my computer to a Mac store to get some work done, and the guy said that he knew how I must be feeling and that he understood how hard it is to leave your computer. I chuckled and said "good riddance!"

I was watching NBC two nights ago and it was then that I realized how awful television has become. I get so angry that people are actually ok with the crap that is on tv these days - and not just that, but that they also allow their children to be exposed to it. Even with the adult material aside, the allowance of marketing to kids - outlawed in Europe, and once upon a time in the U.S) - is producing a generation who don't know the difference between wants and needs.

Ok this is just becoming a rant so I'll stop now. But I will mention three amazing books that support these arguments: