Catching Kayla - The Rest of the Story

If you found interest & maybe inspiration in my blog, Catching Kayla, then I urge you to watch this video showing you the rest of the story.  You will hear Kayla professing her faith, and attributing her amazing story to her return to God.

Kayla Montgomery - This Is My Calling

https://www.facebook.com/lipscombbisons/videos/this-is-my-calling-kayla-montgomery/10156552280690109/


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Catching Kayla

When you consider the phrase, “I’m going to catch them at it” what comes to mind?  Think about times, if there are any, when you may have been caught.  What does it feel like to be caught?  Is it positive or negative?  How has being caught affected your behavior?

Most of my readers already know that I am wordy.  This post is no exception. It is long because, as part of my message, I am asking you to watch a 15 minute video for which I have included a link.  In my humble opinion, this investment of time will pay dividends to you as I believe it will raise valuable questions in your mind as it did in mine.  I first viewed this video a few years ago.  It continues to haunt me.  Ostensibly, Catching Kayla is about a young girl athlete and her coach.  This certainly provides the story line. But I happen to believe that it is about each and every one of us as we go through our lives with our families, with our community, with our co-workers, with the broader world.  I can nearly guarantee you will not be unaffected by watching.  I have my tissues ready.  You may want to have yours close at hand.

Please watch video here and then continue reading.

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1dvKjPzU39o&t=168s

Now, with the video fresh in your mind, where are your thoughts going in regarding to being caught?  Have you been caught from the perspective of Kayla?  How does that feel?  How has being caught in this manner affected your behavior?

This stuff just ignites my mind and my introspection.  It makes me consider – From what do I need to be caught?  Do I want to be caught or do I fight against it?  In what ways am I caught?  Has anyone ever said something like this to you, “You’re out of bounds.  Get back in line.”?

In light of Kayla, who is catching me?  Do I have six friends who will someday carry my coffin?  Do I have a friend or friends who will who will “whistle me” back to reality when my behavior, my words, my demeanor, need correction or adjustment.  I certainly hope so.  If I don’t, I’d better cultivate them.  From the video – There is one voice pushing Kayla – HER COACH, HER CATCHER.  “He pushes me and I trust him with my life.”  Kayla has someone, a coach, who cares deeply about her and who is not afraid to inject himself into her life. His voice, “GO TO THE ARMS, KAYLA.  DROP THE HAMMER- YOU’VE GOT TO GO NOW!”  Don’t we all need coaches like this in our lives?

This causes me to ponder – In what ways am I caught? What does this look like?

Can I catch myself?  Should I be caught?  Do I know when I’ve been caught?  How do I know this?

Now here’s an interesting twist – How do I let someone know I need to be caught?  How do I let the catcher know they have caught me?  How do I thank someone for catching me?

Who might our catchers be?

Spouses                    Significant others

Children                    Former spouses

Grandchildren          Teachers

Siblings                      Bosses

Friends                       Authors

Enemies                     Musicians

Pastors                       Parents

Counselors                 Co-workers

Am I am catcher?  How do I become a catcher for someone else?

Notes

Texts

Calls

E-mails

Prayers

Sharing coffee, breakfast, lunch, drinks, walks, runs, bike rides

How do we know when to catch other people?

Times of stress

High work loads

Heading toward depression

Souring relationships

Destructive behavior – over-eating, over-drinking, obsessions

Abusive/obnoxious/out-of-character behavior

Sometimes, people ask

Have you ever had a clear message to catch someone?  What are your successful catching behaviors?

Others will need our help.  To quote Kayla’s coach, “She needs help then because she’s somewhat helpless.”  We and others will be helpless at times also.

Many have posed the question, “Why does Kayla do this?”  Her reply is, “It makes me feel normal & whole. I am battling and SAFE while running.”   Her coach asserts, “She runs to beat it, to outrun it, to know you got every movement out of those legs while you still can.”  Are not all of our lives like this to some degree?  Once in the video, when Kayla was helpless at the finish of a race, in the midst of her suffering, she asked her coach, “Do you know what my time was?” We humans are something and we all need catchers to smooth us out.

Kayla wanted to run.  Her coach stated that she was an average runner at best – that maybe she would make varsity by her senior year.  She made a commitment to her coach and her coach to her.  She became extremely effective and successful but she could not do it alone.  Kayla ran into her coach’s arms and into first place!

Let’s leverage our skills, abilities, and talents by committing to being catchers and to being caught so that we can achieve great things for ourselves and our communities.

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Why I Love Milton - for - Sueli Diaz Pereira

Recently, Sue & I experienced the joy of hosting Sueli Dias Pereira as a house guest for several days. She lives in Brazil so her native language is Portuguese. Sueli was participating in an English Immersion program in her serious efforts to learn English. This “Immersion” brought about 50 Brazilians to Milton and I know that many in the community interacted and become acquainted with several of them.

God’s hand was clearly involved in this entire venture, but particularly for Sue and me. We were not enthusiastic about hosting anyone for that long and, boy, did we have a list of excuses. We were in the midst of a nearly 3 weeks of traveling by car when the hosting would need to begin. That meant we would have to write down directions regarding the house – keys, lights, AC, fridge, idiosyncrasies that all homes have, etc. I think we erected every single barrier possible and then some. Someone would have to be available to greet our, at that time, unknown guest and show them around. That would be a hassle. Because we had been gone, the house would be dirty and the yard a mess. We would be tired and out of routine from our trip. I think you get the picture.

But then, we saw the need and remembered that we were guests of a wonderful Japanese family in Nagano back in 1998 when we there for the Olympics. We were part of the AT & T Home Stay Program and had a positively life changing experience then. So, despite being way out of our comfort zone, we relented and agreed to host.

Here is the hand of God. We agreed to host, and, at the last minute, our originally scheduled guest was changed and were were blest by Sueli instead. She is bright, articulate, interested in living life to the fullest, has a profound faith in God as a cancer survivor, is seriously interested in learning English and we “clicked” immediately. Sueli had far more English than we Portuguese. We were able to communicate well. It was great to learn of each other’s lives as we became acquainted. We discovered we have many, many things in common.

Sueli’s assignments as part of the Immersion program, as well as her own interest, had her interviewing many Milton citizens, Sue & I among them, to learn of the American way of life and life in our small city. She was particularly interested in my love for and involvement in Milton. As I worked at expressing this to her I thought the comments I made at the 2018 Milton Area Chamber of Commerce’s, Night with the Stars was a good starting point. At the banquet that evening I was humbled and honored to be presented with MACC’s Lifetime Achievement Award. Sueli, and my other readers, here are some of my thoughts about Milton.

This award. This recognition is humbling and overwhelming for me. I am immensely proud of this moment but never did I imagine I might be so honored. In and of itself it is not something that I ever sought or worked toward but it is something I greatly admired. However, it would be presumptuous of me to say that I am being recognized for my efforts alone.

Please let me explain. I think you would agree that we don’t get to choose our parents. I was most fortunate as my parents, Earl & Mabel, were capable and loving, with a steadfast, unwaivering faith in God. Their high values as well as their strong work ethic were implanted in me and my three siblings. What a great start - but I had nothing to do with it. While it is true that God gave me talents and abilities that I continue to cultivate and use, his greatest gift to me were the influencers, the advocates, the encouragers, the teachers, and the significant role models he put in my path. He provided my own personal flock of eagles and always at the time I needed them. Take a moment and look around this room. Several here have served me in that very capacity. That's what community is about. All of you have brought us to this place and time. Rather than a story of personal achievement it is much more a story of God’s plan for each of us.

To continue the story, my family moved from Rhode Island to Milton when I was 16. I thought my world as I knew it was over and nothing could be worse for me than this move. Well I was partly right, my life as I knew it WAS over and praise the Lord for that. Within a couple of weeks of arriving in Milton I met Sue FitzRandolph. I had nothing to do with the move or the fact that Sue lived in Milton and attended church where my dad had just become the Pastor and where we met. We sniffed around each other for a while, both dated other people, but then began to go steady (that was the way of high school in the late 60’s). We have now been married for 49 years. Sue’s parents, Ivan & Virginia, welcomed me to their family and gave me two more phenomenal icons in my life.

As I look at life today with the perspective that age brings, I refuse to believe that this move and meeting were coincidence. The story continues and I would love to tell all of it but this is not the time nor the place. Suffice it to say that I would love to claim that I intentionally planned my life and career moves but I did not. I was placed with and was privileged to work for forward thinkers, people who worked on the cutting edge of their industries in teaching, in banking, in health care, in corporate human resources. People who were willing to invest in me, to educate me, to advocate for me, and to correct me. And again, I had very little to do with any of this except to develop the skills God provided for me.

While I am the recipient of this most meaningful award tonight others here should be included. Sitting right here I have Sue, my two daughters Amanda & Nicole, one of my sons-in-law, Leif, and half of my biker gang Ivan & Gus Sykora. TJ & Emmit Murphy and their dad, Tom, although unable to attend tonight are also a piece of this action. Most career work, rightly or wrongly, demands your time & focus. Time is finite and has to come from somewhere. It comes from family sacrificing so that you can focus. Let there be no doubt that my loved ones sitting at that table right there share so much in this honor.

But it is also bigger than immediate family. It is how you choose to define your community and the things in that community that matter.

One of my favorite American authors, Wallace Stegner, has this to say – “I believe that good depends not on things but on the use we make of things. Everything potent, from human love to atomic energy, is dangerous; it produces ill about as readily as good; it only becomes good through the control, the discipline, the wisdom with which we use it. Much of this control is social, a thing which laws and institutions and uniforms enforce, but much of it must be personal, and I do not see how we can evade the obligation to take full responsibility for what we individually do. Our reward for self-control and the acceptance of private responsibility is not necessarily money or power. Self-respect and the respect of others are quite enough. I shall certainly never do as much with my life as I want to, and I shall sometimes fail miserably to live up to my conscience whose word I do not distrust even when I can’t obey it. But I am terribly glad to be alive; and when I have wit enough to think about it, terribly proud to be an American, with all the rights and privileges that those words connote; and most of all I am humble before the responsibilities that are also mine. For no right comes without a responsibility, and being born luckier than most of the world’s millions, I am also born more obligated.”

Let me conclude with these thoughts. You can't blow an uncertain trumpet! You have to decide what your values are and how you will live them out. You are either in or you are out. You cannot whistle a symphony. It takes an orchestra to play it. If we are looking for community – for the things that unite us - then each of us has to decide what role is ours. And then we have to become intentional about implementing the behaviors that will take us there. Be a yea-sayer. Cast a shadow rather than living in one. Be a fountain not a drain. Be an advocate. Be an encourager. Celebrate Milton and do it every day.

This will be my prayer tonight. Our Father and our God, Your love and your power are awesome. We, our community, desperately need your guidance and your care. Empower & equip us to step-up and lead Milton out of this environment of negativity and dissension. Direct us and walk beside us on a path of healing and unity. Thank you for your love, guidance, and watchcare. Thank you for all of the people and businesses here tonight that make Milton a place where I want to live, raise my children & grandchildren, and participate & bask in a phenomenal quality of life.

My life was transformed in the context of advocates. I am driven to live up to that example but the journey is always challenging so I use whatever props, aides, reminders, I have at my disposal to help me along. Special ring tones fall into that category. Here is what I am currently using so that anytime someone calls me I get a positive lift: Carry On by Fun .

If you're lost & alone

Or you're sinking like a stone.

May your past be the sound

Of your feet upon the ground.

Carry On.

'Cause here we are

We are shining stars

We are invincible

We are who we are

On our darkest day

When we're miles away

Sun will come

We will find our way home.

I have found a home in Milton.

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Reflections From The Saddle of Double Shot

In case you’re a new reader of Espresso Shots, or, perchance, it slipped your mind, my bike and I have an engaging relationship.  I’m not sure what my bike calls me, perhaps lazy, neglectful, hit or miss, or other expressions of that ilk but I named him Double Shot.   Double Shot derives, not from alcohol, but from my favorite warm weather coffee drink, a double shot of espresso on ice with no classic syrup (sweetener) as, clearly, I am sweet enough without it.  The Starbucks recipe calls for the espresso shots (there may be 3 in a Grande) to be shaken with ice and then have a bit of milk (a purist would have whole milk but I usually opt for 2%) floated over the top.  Lest you think I am a caffeine addict I almost always order decaf (because I drink way too much coffee to do the caffeine route).

Now that we have that out of the way, Double Shot and I headed out for a ride today.  I had some early things to take care of at the church today but those responsibilities were completed and I was home by 9 a.m.  Compared to the past few days, the air seemed so light and unhumid, that it only seemed right to be out pedaling. Besides, it was still early in the day so, on with the biking garb, one full bottle of Gatorade plus a Camelback filled with the same nectar.  I don’t like Gatorade very much – way too sweet – but I had a dehydration issue a few weeks ago which gave me the opportunity to experience Milton’s EMS people (outstanding) and Mercy’s main campus ER (also outstanding). But that’s another story.  Suffice it to say I am now much more careful about hydrating.

I usually head north on the bike trail but I had a Bible I wanted to deliver to one of the Brazilians visiting here the past couple of weeks who was staying with that great 3^rd grade Milton West teacher, Jan Stoffel.  Jan lives in Janesville a couple of blocks away from the Creston Park / Mt. Zion intersection so I decided I would complete my delivery by bike.  Double Shot was ecstatic as we headed south rather than north – new scenery not seen for quite some time.  The route was from my driveway east on High St. to the bike trail, then south on the trail to Town Hall Road.  There I jumped on the road (just a little dicey) to Rotamer, then used Rotamer’s bike lanes to Wright Road.  I followed Wright to Mt. Zion and then back toward Creston Park until I came to Jan’s house.  I had the timer on my watch going - registered about 40 minutes.  Cleverly, I failed to have my computer seated just right so I was registering mph but not distance.  An alert biker would have noticed this right away but I didn’t until I was well into Janesville. Boy, it’s hard to get good help these days.  

Made my delivery and after a couple of texts regarding my whereabouts, physical condition, etc. – we old guys need to do this – started for home.  As Double Shot and I neared the Wright Road and HYW 14 intersection, something took over control of the handle bars.  Lo and behold we ended up hitting the bike trail at that intersection and the next thing I knew we were pulling in to Starbucks.  A bit of respite at that point in the shade of their patio was most welcome.  Double Shot was pleased that I was enthusiastically slurping his name sake.

From there we got back on the trail behind Mercy North, Home Depot, and Walmart.  I decided to stay with the trail at Rotamer Road so used the bridge over HWY 26.  For those of you unfamiliar with the trail, this way necessitates that you bike on John Paul Road for a bit as it passes BMO and a string of houses.  Again, a bit dicey but okay.  Then you pick up the bike trail again which runs right along 26.  Beautiful day, nice breeze, significantly less humidity, all creating a great ride.  I did get my computer seated properly so it was working as it should.  The round trip was about 22 miles. 

Biking is a great pastime for me in many ways. It gets me outside where I can observe and enjoy nature. I can physically do it (used to run but no longer can), it’s great exercise, I can cover a fair amount of territory, the output is readily measurable so I create a sense of accomplishment, I can enjoy a beautiful bike trail, It can easily be done with others if I desire, and it provides a great time for musing and thinking.

Most of you likely have better exercise habits than me.  I am hard-wired with a psyche that nearly demands that chores & responsibilities must be completed before exercise (or anything else for that matter). This quality is both a blessing and a curse. It often gets in the way of regular exercise, or, at least, that’s the excuse I am sticking by.  I do much better early in the morning but I need to make the decision to go out (sunup is 5:30ish) the night before.  I sleep easier and am far more likely to follow through with my exercise intention if I have made that decision – checking the weather forecast, laying out clothes, planning the route, etc.  Completing these things makes it much harder to say “no” when morning comes.

From my garage to the bike trail at Storrs Lake Road is just one mile.  There are always many birds along the large retention pond that is located right there.  Often it can be quite buggy there so you learn to keep your mouth closed.  Depending on their nesting cycles, the Red Winged Blackbirds can be quite aggressive.  I have been dive-bombed but never struck as has my friend Marissa Bartels. I am happy to let her keep that experience for herself.  Recently I have seen several baby bunnies and some cranes.  On today’s ride I even saw a wooly bear caterpillar.  Is fall that near?  Unfortunately, I have also encountered too many dog feces along this section.  My opinion only, but it seems to me that some dog owners think of few others but themselves.  I didn’t have this experience riding south today but I did encounter at least 3 chronically wet, slick, muddy spots.  This is not a new phenomenon – they have been there since the trail was opened.  I have heard of no accidents on these places yet but, if you bike out there, be careful.  You may recall that there was a chronically slick place just south of Bowers Lake Road a year or two ago where several were injured before whoever is responsible fixed the problem.  Let’s hope there are no injuries on these spots between HWY 59 and Town Hall Road.

Another observation I find interesting is the mowing along the trail.  I am very happy that there are resources to mow the edges as it can get very overgrown BUT, after the mowing, the trail is covered with matted grass.  This is also a hazard.  In the city (Milton) you cannot blow your grass clippings, etc. into the street.  Reasons for this are to keep this stuff out of the storm sewers & for bicycle and motorcycle safety.  Interesting that the safety issue hasn’t been raised on the bike trail.  As I said, I am happy that mowing is completed.  Clearly I have never mowed out there but it seems logical that after the sides are mowed that running the mower along the trail itself might blow all this heavy grass off.  Maybe it wouldn’t or maybe there aren’t resources for another pass or two.  Of course some of us could also take our blowers out there after the mowing and clear off the trail.  While I am on a rant, what about the section over in Jefferson County as you approach Fort that has been torn up and only temporarily repaired for 3 or 4 years now?  Oh well, I like to believe I am not a chronic complainer so I’ll stop now.

I love biking and I love the Glacial River Trail.  It is a treasure and one that I am happy to see being used more and more.  Biking balances me and that is good.  I just have to mention that today, I wore my new Haleakala biking jersey I bought in Maui back in January. We were fortunate to be there during the Polar Vortex.  In case you don’t know, there is a winding, switchback road that runs for 36 miles and goes from sea level to more than 10,000 feet.  This mountain is famous as a place to go to watch the sunrise.  There are biking tours that bus/van people to the top, where they then use rental bikes to fly down.  It is unfair and I mean no offense but I do not call these people “real” bikers.  There are “real” bikers who do actually bike up this mountain – all 36 miles and 10,000 feet of elevation gain.  I will have you know that I rode up this mountain – from the back seat of a car.  I had altitude issues just walking around up there at the top.  So, I admire these “real” bikers and resort to being a legend in my own mind.  In their honor, and of course in no way to have people think that I actually biked this, I purchased this great jersey.  You can see a depiction of the road, the mileage, and the elevation gain on the back of the shirt.

Hey, Milton bikers, let me know if you want to ride sometime, even spur of the moment, as that can work.  If I can’t go, I can’t go but nothing ventured, nothing gained.  

Bikers Up & be safe out there.

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Can I Get A Witness?

Those who know me well understand that I am not much of a sports fan.  I have nothing against sports but they don’t rise to the top of my to-do list.  This stems from my own lack of athletic ability and the fact that I never really participated in any organized sports as I was growing up.  I seldom watch sports on TV and generally find sports more of a current event / news type of thing than entertainment.  This may make me odd. When a young adolescent, I lived in Rhode Island and was a Red Sox fan.  Back then (early to mid 60’s) I did listen to Sox games on a very small transistor radio with an earphone.  I had to listen to the night games clandestinely as my parents were staunch believers in early bedtimes. Thus, I was supposed to be in bed and asleep by 7:30 on school nights.  The small radio fit nicely under my pillow so I did catch a lot of games. I knew the players and the usual line-ups but that didn't stick with me.  I even attended a Sox game at Fenway Park so I am not a total loser.  It seems to me that nearly everyone I know loves to watch and participate in sports.  Me, not so much.

I have grandsons who participate in organized sports and I do like watching them but this is more out of love for these boys than my love for the sport itself.  I am a believer in organized sports. They build character & work ethic. They teach dedication & conditioning.  They teach kids how to be part of something bigger than themselves.  I somehow feel that I may have missed out because that experience is lacking in my life so I am happy these grandboys are experiencing it.

It's baseball season right now. I played a little baseball in pick-up games as a kid but my knowledge of the rules is pretty limited.  I enjoyed watching grandson, TJ, in his MREC games this summer and marveled at how much these kids improve from year to year.  Grandson, Ivan, plays with the Milton Mad Dogs and his season is still in full swing.  Life should be good, right?  But, I have this dilemma. Last weekend I was watching Ivan and his fellow Mad Dogs play in a tournament in Rockford at the Mercy Sports Core Fields. As an aside, this is a beautiful facility with phenomenal turf fields.  I couldn't help but think, “Wouldn't it be great if our kids in Milton had facilities like these?”  But I digress.  One of the coaches on the opposing team said something that bothered me greatly.  Perhaps (no, quite likely) I am old and “fuddy duddy” but his comments struck me as “what not to do”.  While not a student of baseball, I am a student of human behavior and, over the years, have established pretty high expectations of adults in positions of responsibility, development, and leadership, especially when they are working with kids. I have been impressed with coaches of the Mad Dogs and how they work with and develop these young boys. The remarks of this other coach did not approach my expectations and, in fact, struck me as just plain wrong.  Remember, I am not a coach nor a sports fan so my perspective may be goofy.

As the game started, it seemed to me, in my limited ability to judge, that the teams were pretty evenly matched.  I don't know who the opposing team was - remember, I don't pay much attention to this. The game was moving along when the play and controversial comment occurred. Again, remember all my caveats – I am not a sports person.

The opposing team was at bat.  The bases were loaded.  The batter connected and smashed the hit of the game. The ball either cleared the left field fence OR it bounced and hopped over.  I couldn't tell.  The umpires couldn't tell. Very few spectators, if any, could tell. Of course where and how the ball landed was the difference between a homerun (4 runs scored) or a ground-rule double (2 runs scored).   The umpires initially indicated homerun but that was questioned.  The umps clearly didn't really know.  They appealed to the Mad Dogs left fielder (guy nearest the ball and the play) who adamantly stated the ball bounced over the fence.  It appeared they were going to change their ruling when the opposing team's coach, standing near first base,  said very loudly and with emotion – here's my dilemma – “You mean you're going to take the word  of a kid on the field?”  Now, maybe, there is a rule about this kind of thing - I wouldn't have a clue – but the umps upheld the original call.  Probably as it should be. My concern is with the coaches words – “You mean you're going to take the word of a kid on the field?”

I’d like to think that our coaches, those adults to whom we entrust our kids, are teaching not only baseball skills but also honesty & character. The right thing as it were.  Could it be that this coach is teaching his team members to lie, to misconstrue, to cast doubt, to get ahead at any cost, to win the game?  If you were teaching positive values to your own team, why not take that to a true teaching level by accepting and upholding the word of the player on the field – the one close enough to the drop of the ball to know where it landed? Coach, you seized a teaching moment but, in my mind, you took it in the wrong direction. What an opportunity turned into an Epic Fail!

It could well be that no one else on that field reacted the same way I did.  Let me remind you of my caveats – old and fuddy duddy, not much sports interest, not well acquainted with the rules, and possible ranting over nothing. But, let me also remind each of you that our kids, grandkids, and our peers are learning every day by watching our actions and listening to our words.  Let’s pledge to be positive role models in all that we do.

The Road Not Taken

In Lily (our van),Sue & I have now been on the road one day shy of two weeks, probably the longest we have been away from home in years. We enjoy travel but it would be a misnomer to label us as travelers. Of course, all in life is relative. We make choices, we create responsibilities, and we grow comfortable in our routines. From my perspective all of that is good; it is the stuff of life. I find it fulfilling and I do not find myself discomfited nor restless. But travel! Ah, the world is out there and it is glorious. Travel opens our minds, forces us to reflect on our perspectives, coaxes us to review our lives and provides respite from our routines thereby creating renewal. Travel also pushes us out of our comfort zones which, in turn, helps us grow.

The road we have taken is a trip to Utah. Our nephew, Peter, and his incredible soul mate Emily Joy (#cruzanwithjoy) were married last weekend in Salt Lake City. Surrounding this event, the four Cruzan siblings, embraced the opportunity to reconnect, spend time together, and join-up in Salt Lake City to help Pete & Emily celebrate. We Cruzan siblings are no longer a young group by age but we are a positive, vibrant, caring crew and proudly reflect the values of our phenomenal parents. Earl & Mabel were married 61 years at the time of dad’s death. The marriage years of Barb & Dale, Wayne & Linda, Dave & Nancy, Sue & I add to 209 years. Not a bad record in this day and age.

On the way to Salt Lake City, we enjoyed staying with long-time friends, Daryl & Marcy, whom we have not seen in way too long. We four (as speed skating nerds) traveled to Nagano for the 1998 Olympics, 2002 to Salt Lake City to witness, our nephew, Casey, win the Gold, and to Torino for the 2006 Olympics. Talk about memories and opening new vistas. The Lippincott’s built a beautiful home on a mountain top (11,000 feet) just outside Laramie, WY. They are phenomenal hosts and the scenery there made it clear we were no longer on the prairies of southern Wisconsin. Old friends – the fabric of life. While in Wyoming, we visited an area called Vedauwoo (land of the earthborn spirits). This great place for camping and hiking is, literally, right off I-80 just east of Laramie and is in the Medicine Bow National Forest. We didn’t have much time to explore – just a short hike – but enough time to make me want to revisit. I had no clue that this area was even here.

Salt Lake City is a beautiful place. Lots to see and do. We took in Temple Square & the Mormon Tabernacle Choir Rehearsal, Park City, the State Capital building (beautiful with interesting exhibits), and some city hiking trails. The surrounding mountains are beautiful and our breathing let us know we were not accustomed to altitude. I will not describe the wedding here as I could not do it justice. It was so meaningful & special – nice job Pete & Emily.

Sue & I had often talked of visiting southern Utah so decided this was the chance as long as we were nearly there. Last Monday we departed SLC and aimed south for Cedar City. From there we explored Zion National Park, Kolob Canyon, Bryce National Park, Cedar Breaks National Monument, and other wonders of this part of our country. Zion was awe-inspiring. We hiked, ooed and ahed (sp?), stretched our out-of- shape legs, became short of breath in the altitude and heat (as this is the year without spring in Wisconsin this was the first time we felt really warm outside), and drained our Camel Backs. It is hot and dry here, no doubt about it. At the end of the day we were tired but content. Our Taylor Creek hike in Kolob Canyon was my favorite of the day. The next day we headed to Bryce Canyon National Park. The drive over from Cedar City was spectacular. While Zion and Kolob Canyon were incredible, Bryce blew us away. We completed a great hike (barely) and felt very righteous. This hike was labeled “moderate.” The steepness, the heat, the altitude, and sometimes the drop-offs expanded our limits. While I would have liked to have tried one of the hikes labeled “strenuous” it was unlikely that my current conditioning would have made it wise. We also took in Kodachrome Basin – a State Park in the general vicinity. We completed a short hike there. On the return drive to Cedar City we encountered Cedar Breaks National Monument. There were still significant piles of snow through this area.

Yesterday we left Cedar City behind and drove on US Highway 12 (a National Scenic Byway) over to Torrey. We thought we had seen so much but new unique scenery unfolded at nearly every turn. We wanted to explore Escalante National Park but just couldn’t get it all done. We did stop in the town of Escalante and had lunch at Escalante Outfitters – a unique and fun place. A bit later we experienced Kiva Koffee – a very exquisite coffee shop with views that will knock your socks off. Pretty easy to drive right by this place without noticing (it’s a bit hidden) but it had been recommended to us so we were watching for it. My iced Americano was near ambrosia.

If the scenery was not input enough, we have also been listening to books as we drive. The first was The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night by Mark Haddon. Incredibly good novel that provides the perspective of a 15 year old living with Aspergers. The second was The Blessing Way by Tony Hillerman. Hillerman’s novels feature the Navajo in the southwest. Great mysteries providing the flavor & lore of Native Americans. We are working on John Irving’s, A Prayer for Owen Meany. This is one of my favorite books. I have read it a couple of times and listened to it at least once before. It continues to entertain me and provide much fodder for reflection. Irving is a gifted, gifted author.

So, here we are, in the midst of God’s incredible creation. Our sense of wonder and awe is on overload. How did mere man ever travel and settle in this area? How do we ensure that these wonders are preserved for our children and grandchildren? We so want to have those we love close by us right now so that they can experience this beauty, this grandeur, this universe. We seem so small, so petty, and so insignificant, in the midst of all this. I am so thankful for the blessings God has provided, the opportunities, the experiences, the history. My life is indeed good and the road God has led me to is fine.

Go West Young Man. Go West.

What a whirlwind of activity!  I hope my readers don’t do this to themselves. The past few weeks have been extremely busy as we have been trying to complete the massive lists we created in preparation for our highly anticipated trip to Utah.  While probably not true, it seems that everything we have been putting off for the past five years found a home on these lists.  The trip has been planned for some time but suddenly you realize it is like – tomorrow.  So, finally (or already) today we were off.  We didn’t leave the driveway until 9:15 this morning but in that magic moment the mayhem of preparation left us as we headed west.

Lily (our van) was loaded to the gunnels even though it is just the two of us.  That’s the beauty of traveling by car – you can pretty much take what you want without having to be overly discerning about the way you pack.  It was also great to not be required to catch a bus to O’Hare or similar departure point at 0 Dark Thirty in the morning.   I didn’t have to remove my shoes and belt nor was I patted down. 

Traffic was decent all day and we cruised along very nicely.  Lily is equipped with Sirius Satellite Radio which is very nice for a trip of this sort.  My play lists today were 60’s on Six, Coffee House, Broadway, Seriously Sinatra, and 40’s Junction.  Contrary to the opinion of some, I was not alive during the 40’s but I am a student of World War II history and the culture of the times. We have several books on CD from the library but some members of the travel group spent most of the day sleeping so we won’t break those out until tomorrow.  

I generally enjoy driving and watching our country unfold as we head west.  It is easy for me to get caught up in my thoughts and reflections so the time goes by quite quickly for me.  Often, songs on the radio send my thoughts swirling into other times and places and I become quite nostalgic.  Later next week, we will be joining most of my side of the family in Salt Lake City for the wedding of a nephew.  Thus, my mind spent considerable time thinking about my three siblings.  I am the youngest of four and I am closing in on my seventh decade.  Thus, our group activities play out differently than they did when we started these gatherings not long after my father’s promotion to Glory back in 1997.  We Cruzan siblings do not see each other all that often so it will be good to reconnect. Also while driving, my mind produces writing ideas. Of course, these are usually great while driving but the trick is to remember them when at the computer or equipped with pen & paper. I do quite a bit of journaling so always have catch up to complete after a long drive.

We made it to the west side of Omaha today with no issues until a few miles from our motel when someone thought they wanted to exit I-80 but changed their mind and tried to veer back on at the last (maybe longer than the last) minute.  Those of us following all put our brake pedals all the way to Australia or whatever is on the other side of the earth from us.  Collisions averted but I don’t know how. I choose to believe it was a God story.  In the blink of an eye, this action nearly resulted in a fairly high- speed multi-car pile-up.  Something like this tends to accelerate the heart rate a bit. Some call this a near-miss but I believe near-hit is a better term.

Anyway, we are safely ensconced in our hotel room for the night. I am quite sure we will sleep well as we did not last night. (Ask Sue about her probable broken toe as she, in the dark of our bedroom, encountered her partially packed suitcase). I am grateful for the change of pace vacation brings. While routines are a welcome part of life, having a justified break from them is also invigorating.  I am thankful for the ability to drive and see this great country.  I am grateful for good company and companionship. I am thankful for God’s intervention that protected us on the road today. And I am grateful for family and friends taking care of our Milton business while we are traveling. Off to Laramie tomorrow to connect with some good friends we haven’t seen in several years.