More wise words from a friend...

I said...
Learning to be more responsible. It comes slowly with time. Not something a procrastinator can 'dive into'

His reply...

learning to be responsible takes a lifetime--it takes a lot of experience and observation--in the meantime, we use our best judgment

a friend suggests this question when i'm in a quandary --"I wonder, what course is in my highest and best good?"


The "I wonder" portion of the question is essential--it kicks the question out of the logical brain into the subconscious where the best "thinking" takes place--trying to consciously analyze something, just jams up the process

ask the "I wonder" question and then put the issue on a box in the closet of your mind and let the subconscious go after it, then follow your gut.

Kinesthetic Learning.

I learned a new word...

Kineshteic learning. As explained by wiki... Kinesthetic learning is a learning style in which learning takes place by the student actually carrying out a physical activity, rather than listening to a lecture or merely watching a demonstration. It is also referred to as tactile learning. People with a kinaesthetic learning style are also commonly known as do-ers.

Having a chat with someone who fits into the same category as I do, he had this to say about us.

"yea--school doesn't work for us very well--i was considered a discipline problem because i couldn't sit--i had to move--i'm still the same way--i think by exercising, walking, pacing, yoga etc

i probably understand why you do what you do--kinesthetics live in a different world than most of the people--for us, the experience is THE reason for doing everythings--we need to FEEL the world and the only way to do that is through experience--we are not observers--we have to taste, smell, touch, feel--

i don't know how many tens of thousands of miles i have hiked, walked, climbed or ran in my life or how many things i have done just to know how it feels"

Interesting.

So VERY True....

The Call Of The Wild - Robert Service

Have you gazed on naked grandeur where there’s nothing else to gaze on,

Set pieces and drop-curtain scenes galore,

Big mountains heaved to heaven, which the blinding sunsets blazon,

Black canyons where the rapids rip and roar?

Have you swept the visioned valley with the green stream streaking through it,

Searched the Vastness for a something you have lost?

Have you strung your soul to silence? Then for God’s sake go and do it;

Hear the challenge, learn the lesson, pay the cost.

Have you wandered in the wilderness, the sagebrush desolation,

The bunch-grass levels where the cattle graze?

Have you whistled bits of rag-time at the end of all creation,

And learned to know the desert’s little ways?

Have you camped upon the foothills, have you galloped o’er the ranges,

Have you roamed the arid sun-lands through and through?

Have you chummed up with the mesa? Do you know its moods and changes?

Then listen to the Wild—it’s calling you.

Have you known the Great White Silence, not a snow-gemmed twig aquiver?

(Eternal truths that shame our soothing lies.)

Have you broken trail on snowshoes? mushed your huskies up the river,

Dared the unknown, led the way, and clutched the prize?

Have you marked the map’s void spaces, mingled with the mongrel races,

Felt the savage strength of brute in every thew?

And though grim as hell the worst is, can you round it off with curses?

Then hearken to the Wild—it’s wanting you.

Have you suffered, starved and triumphed, groveled down, yet grasped at glory,

Grown bigger in the bigness of the whole?

“Done things” just for the doing, letting babblers tell the story,

Seeing through the nice veneer the naked soul?

Have you seen God in His splendors, heard the text that nature renders?

(You’ll never hear it in the family pew.)

The simple things, the true things, the silent men who do things—

Then listen to the Wild—it’s calling you.

They have cradled you in custom, they have primed you with their preaching,

They have soaked you in convention through and through;

They have put you in a showcase; you’re a credit to their teaching—

But can’t you hear the Wild?—it’s calling you.

Let us probe the silent places, let us seek what luck betide us;

Let us journey to a lonely land I know.

There’s a whisper on the night-wind, there’s a star agleam to guide us,

And the Wild is calling, calling . . . let us go.

Consious Decisions.....

Resolutions aside, what Conscious Decisions will I be able to make and stick to, every day, to better my future. So not only at the end of the year, but in a few months, and a few years, I'll be able to find those decisions have become routine, and as a result, made my life better... There are many options here... and any one of them, big or small, could change my path of life...

I officially Resolve to attempt the following:

• Take a week a month off Facebook - I'm a FB ADDICT !!! Since i left the bar scene it's become my social network. But my blog, photography (organization, and posting on Flickr etc, have gone to hell because of it... Not to mention every other thing that gets left out because i'm playing on line)
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• Read more. I have trouble reading at home, oddly, because there are too many other distractions. Things to do, dishes, laundry, clean... the internet... I read mostly at work and while waiting in public places. I have a few good books sitting here, and a few i'd like to re-read (The Story of Edgar Sawtelle, A River Runs Through It, for starters....)
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• Apple A Day - I'm seriously bad about eating fruits and veggies. I've integrated veggies in my diet, but i'm gonna eat more fruit. Love apples, raisins, and bananas... so WHY have i not been eating more?
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• Soda only on weekends - Diet Coke Addict! I will drink less. I feel so much better when i go without... Just need to remind myself... Drink more water... (boring)
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• Photography !!! - Educate, and invest.... Too many good pictures going to waste. This is my future!
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• Sell off all my crap - Two Airstreams, and a few boxes of crap i just don't need. Keeping it simple.
  

• Better posture - Not sure if this is something i can fix, but my posture SUCKS... I slouch ... Terribly so. Must fix this. Don't want to be old and hunchbacked.
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• not use excited gay voice - can a man change his voice? I have my 'first impression' voice, and my "excited hyperactive gay"... I don't like that voice... I need to focus on keepin' the octaves down... (it's not like i open my mouth and a purse falls out... but it's not what you'd expect from a tall big mustached man.... ) (jus' sayin)
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• Meet My PCL - and Hand deliver a Post Card to his hot little hands... Palm Springs.. .You're not that far away
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• PUERTA VALLARTA ! - (or at least back to Vancouver B.C.) Spend some time with Lorne basking in the sun on his veranda, good conversation, and lots and lots of photography... With two countries to choose from how can i go wrong, Eh?
  
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• start saving for and planning PCT hike... I want to through hike the Pacific Crest Trail... all 2650 miles of it.... Whether it takes a year or ten years to plan,... I'm going to do this. Taking six months off and having the cash needed for worn out boots and broke down gear will be interesting. (For you doubters out there... those who have completed the journey have ranged from experts to complete beginners.)
  

"Zigzagging its way from Mexico to Canada through California, Oregon and Washington the Pacific Crest Trail (PCT) boasts the greatest elevation changes of any of America's National Scenic Trails, allowing it to pass through six out of seven of North America's ecozones including high and low desert, old-growth forest and artic-alpine country. Indeed, the PCT is a trail of diversity and extremes. From scorching desert valleys in Southern California to rain forests in the Pacific Northwest, the PCT offers hikers and equestrians a unique, varied experience." - PCT Association Overview

"Q. How much will it cost to thru-hike the PCT, and how long will it take?

A. A typical hiker wears or carries $1,500 to $3,000 worth of equipment, spends $800 to $2,000 for trail food and posting boxes, add $500 to $1,000 for restaurant binges, junk food, and motels at re-supply points, add $500 for replacement boots, clothes, and other gear, add travel costs to and from the trail and that should just about do it. You can cut the cost of gear/clothes/and food drastically if you are willing to make up your own. Most thru-hikers complete the 2,650 trail miles in 5 to 6 months that means averaging 20 or more miles a day for days actually hiked."
Roughly only 60% of the 300 that attempt to thru-hike each year complete the journey.

I will NOT be giving up my Oreo Double Stuffs...
Not a chance....
I've given up enough already. So what if i down an entire package in a day... I LOVE THEM AND THEY LOVE ME !!!... Ok, that may be a bit off... but a boy can pretend right... It's the only real love affair i have :-(

Late Night Return From Work

The vast darkness that normally exists beyond the roadside, now reveals itself as Enormous White Spires beside Giant Abominable Snowmen. The mounds of snow clinging tight to the pines are stunning, day and night. The single light at a homestead sets aglow half a mile. I can only imagine the power of the moon at it's fullest.

Scarred.

A year ago a storm blew into town.

A beguiling concoction of danger and beauty.

Warned of it's hazards, and hypnotized in it's presence, I stepped forward and
we were engulfed in sublime turmoil.

What I found was an onslaught of hidden conflict, and unknown strength within.

The morning after the storm arrived, I fell. Hard on the ice, A cut to the back of my hand. The scar, and everlasting reminder.
Rough was the amount of time lapsed before it could go unnoticed.
but it will always be there...


I'm often lost, now, staring at the aftermath....
Was it me.
Was it him.
Was it human Nature.
What caused this change within?
I need to know...
So I can let it be.


I'm flocked if the answer is him... or It was all change in vain. Artificial Snow. Covering up the damage.... that may always be me.

Just before our love got lost you said
I am as constant as a northern star
And I said, constantly in the darkness
Where's that at?
If you want me I'll be in the bar

On the back of a carton coaster
In the blue TV screen light
I drew a map of Canada
Oh Canada
With your face sketched on it twice

Oh you're in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you darling
And I would still be on my feet
Oh I would still be on my feet

Oh I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the devil
And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid
I remember that time that you told me, you said
Love is touching souls
Surely you touched mine
Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time

Oh you're in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you darling
Still I'd be on my feet
I would still be on my feet

I met a man
he had a mouth like yours
he knew your life
he knew your devils and your deeds
And he said
Go to him, stay with him if you can
But be prepared to bleed

Oh but you are in my blood you're my holy wine
You're so bitter, bitter and so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you darling
Still I'd be on my feet
I would still be on my feet

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gwFYUZn-g6Y

Five Years Ago... Writen Oct.7, 2010

Five years ago tomorrow, on October 7, 2005, I left my life in St.Louis behind. Embarking on a journey that would lead me in directions I never could have foreseen, It seems that I've come full circle. Intent on finding my inner outdoorsman, I gave myself a 'handle' of NorthWestern Adventurer.... I started a blog of my 'New Life' so all could see what a wonderful place I had moved to, and what great life i was going to lead...

With the dawn of Facebook, my blog went to hell. I've spent the last few weeks re-reading it, reliving the time when i sounded and seemed so innocent, although words that rarely would describe me, leaving everything behind, and starting a world 2200 miles away from all that i know familiar, and comfortable was a great feat for me.... My first road trip alone... making decisions without others opinions, just going, and re-creating...

My life up here didn't turn out as I thought it would. but, controversially, I'm not one to live with many regrets. I've lost nearly everything repeatedly. I've brought hell upon my life, and hell upon others. I've learned from my mistakes, and I've made bigger mistakes, because it was far more exciting to take 'that' route, than follow the safe responsible one. I still make mistakes. I still make bad decisions. I change my mind. I hold back. I hurt myself. I hurt others. I give when no one's looking, and receive like i never should.

I'm 35 and ... I live...

I've created this life, this existence that's LOADED with larger than life stories to tell... The things i've done, the things i should have. The shame, the hysterics, the excentricity in which i've carried myself through... but most of it's probably just in my head.... I live for the thrill and excitement of saying i did it... and it's all for me. I make myself happy. I make myself laugh. I make myself angry. I make myself sad. I struggle every day....

The most eventful year of my life was not senior year... My first apartment.. .My first love... My first house... My first car, it wasn't 365 days.... It started as the year that I let it all go to 'find myself', traveled Northwesterly, paused for several years, and picked back up here ... 2010 started with a Bang... An Ugly bang and a 'Ron Gone'.... Saddled up next to a stunning man that I don't know actually existed. Something clicked, or maybe snapped, within me, and all that seemed normal, did an 'about face'... For the first time... EVER... I didn't just hear, I listened. I didn't just 'cover it up', i changed it. I quit saying 'i'm TRYING'... and I DID IT....

and through the course of this year... i've lost. Regained. Fell behind. Tripped, Stumbled and Fell on my face. Picked myself up. Tried again. Ran full steam in the wrong direction. crawled in the right one. CRASHED.

I don't have children, Neices, Nephews. I have a wonderful set of parents, a deeply loving and thoughtful sister... but who is there beyond?... I am single, and anticipate, without any thoughts of sadness or loneliness, that i will spend my future as such. So as much as many hate when i say this.. I have nothing else to live for, than myself...

my boss says "Ten 'atta-boys' can be erased with One 'oops' "

I say for every ONE thing i've done WRONG... I've done TEN things RIGHT... be it a photo I take so intense that it takes my breath away, the sincere Thank You of someone when I hold the door for them, standing on a mountain top, seeing more in that one moment than many will see in a lifetime, or standing on a dirty street corner of a far away city, noticing the beauty in the lines of a cracked cement. it's often just split seconds... but These moments flow intensely through me, and fill me with a contentment that triumphs over any pat on the back, compliment, or blue ribbon... Anyone who knows me, knows i love praise, but it's the moments that well up inside of me, that i can't share, or describe with anyone, moments that no one else can share with me, that FILL me with Life, and the power to keep moving forward.

Tomorrow I'm off on another Northwestern Adventure, to mark my 5 years here, and I'm happy to know that i'm finally headed in the direction that I intended long ago when i wrote these paragraphs on my arrival here. There is so much I'd like to add... So much I'd love to share. So many stories I want to continue telling... Maybe I will. If only i could STOP creating stories, photographic, and otherwise, to sit down and get it done...

My year as a tree...

As the snow begins to coat the hills of the Pend Oreille Valley, and freezing temperatures set in for the long haul of a NorthWest winter, I’m reminded of the changes in my life, so much like the seasons. Nearly a year has elapsed and left stripped of my facade, I’ve grown from, what could have appeared to be, near death. As though a towering tree in a setting of any late Autumn forest deep, I presented all of my colors. My ignorance, and inexperienced green, cowardly yellow, an unattractive angry shade of red. Shades emerged at the hint of a breeze, that I was sure I’d grown beyond with time and age. Then that Force of nature blew through, attempting to tear me down, and I found myself stripped of the leaves that so well hid the rough shell of my existence. Evidence of the poor soil I fed from, the nutrient stealing shrubbery all around me, and the direction I was leaning were evident to he who took a moment to notice.

Without this fluttering cover to hide the wretched reality of my dysfunctional ways, I was left standing, looking upon myself with two options; allow myself to keep my shallow roots in place, while I thickened my skin. Continue living on day to day, until ultimately, my branches would fall. I’d be left a snag, alone, only to blow down in one of the many storms that swept through my life. With the great assumption that people around me would remember me, that great tree, those grand colors! Never realizing that I was just a small insignificant piece of the forest. Bigger, Stronger, Wiser trees existed.

Or I could take notice of how I looked standing there naked, deeply unhappy, unhealthy, and living only for the moments when I could get others to notice, as the sun shined an occasional spotlight on me.

So, I decided dig deeper, stand taller, grow wiser. Immediately the changes were evident !!! It was spectacular… I felt invigorated by the transformation I felt within, and could witness of the actions, and reactions around . As the seasons changed, more comfortable weather left me sluggish and lazy, and slowly I found myself tired of working at it. Comfortable in my ways, it was often hard to keep pushing for the sky. But it would just take a good look back, to the embarrassment and discomfort of those flying colors I couldn’t control, moving forward to the incredible sense of pride I felt doing things right, even in growing within, the little things that only I would notice, and changes that only I would ever be aware of, and once again, I was back to digging deeper, grasping farther, and balancing all that is my life…

Now, a year later, Fall is turning to Winter, and I’m settling in, stripped of the pomp and circumstance, to have a good look at what I’ve achieved, what has left permanent scars, and what I’ve left to do, pieces to pick up, all to become a stronger more balanced structure. I’ll always want to be that one tree that gets noticed above most others, but as I’ve surely witnessed, A strong and noble tree can bear the scars and contrast of struggle, as well as grasp hold and embody obstacles of any form.

I’m welcoming this Winter as a time for me to sort out the many options I have for the future, and a time to rest, for next year will be my greatest yet….

5 years later....

Since the dawn of Facebook, this Blog has gone by the wayside... But as my 5 year anniversary of my move to the great NW, i've revisited this place, where I held dreams, told stories, and can watch as my life changed course, fell of track, dreams died, and others came true. Over the next few weeks I hope to reconnect with this place, as my life redirects back to becoming the NW Adventurer that I intended to be. What a world we live in, what unexpected turns life steers us in. I'm living a life unexpected, and each day is a new adventure...

10_03_09 Farragut State Park Letterboxing Adventure

Snow on Schweitzer Mountain. A windy day on Lake Pend Oreille. Sandpoint, ID seen just accross the Lake

The Brig

Perfection in Nature

Floating Bar in Bayview ID

The Moon over a field down the road from home.

9_02_09 North to Priest Lake Idaho, West to Metaline Falls, quick jaunt after work.

Shoe Tree, North of Priest Lake

Granite Falls, a personal favorite Place

Peyton Sittin Pretty at the Falls

Happy I have a Truck to get me to these places again!!!

Some Crazy, not to affraid, Deer.

Somewhere on the Idaho/Washington Border,

Just shy of Canada

on some back country road only open a few months out of the year.

The Western Star

Metaline, WA....

a few miles shy of Canada