tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88166452254672938152024-03-14T02:59:15.271-05:00The Adventures of Mother NatureSharing the outdoor experienceUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger256125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816645225467293815.post-16345739691043638502017-06-07T08:09:00.000-05:002017-06-07T08:09:15.829-05:00Be A Defender<br /><br />
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The idea of wilderness needs no defense, it only needs defenders.” <br />
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<cite>The Idea itself may not need defending, not if you "get" being out in the wilderness. But I think it does need explaining. Because apparently we need to explain to decision makers why it's a good idea to keep these areas pristine, free of commerce, and not privatized. <br />
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We need to explain to social services why it's helpful for people with mental illness and trauma in their lives to spend time outdoors. <br />
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We need to explain why a National Monument is just as important and valuable as a National Park. Why it's important to fund these areas. Why Outdoor Recreation is such a huge part of the economy of many states. Why outdoor play matters.<br />
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So please, before another sun sets, write your Congressmen. Take a stand in your state. #Resist <br />
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Thank you to REI for their new campaign #ForceofNature, promoting women in the outdoors. Ladies, as recipient of all that good, please join me in fighting the direction this White House administration is taking us. You may only be one person- then pick up the trash in your park, take your kids outside every chance you get, and ding ding ding your state and federal legislators, and municipal government to stand up for what's right.<br />
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See that photo above (Rocky Mountain National Park) and the one below (Arches National Park)? What if those beautiful places were not open to all of us? What if they were the play places of only the uber wealthy? You think you're only one person? So is the president. You can make a difference.<br />
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Please respond with your photos of National parks, State parks, your backyard, or any other favorite outdoor space that's affected by pollution, climate change, or political ignorance.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816645225467293815.post-71989360636061902962016-10-10T09:33:00.000-05:002017-05-31T09:50:02.922-05:00Reminiscing As I was cleaning out my overloaded cloud files (cloud pollution of the internet sort) I came across several essays from past trips, and thought I would share them with you over the next few weeks. My rants are obvious, but, so, I hope is the fun! <br /><br /><br />Consider this first batch Camping Etiquette 101 !!!!<br /><br /><br /> <br /><div align="center" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">HE SAID WHAT?</span></b></div><br /><div style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“DUDE, this is some good weed now!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><br /><div style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Even though carpets of leaves and canopies of trees make for great sound deadeners, they don’t absorb it all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m not sure if it’s the lure of the wilderness that makes people want to talk loudly about personal topics, or if it’s only people with no social filters who go camping.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Obviously, I am excluding myself from that category.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have heard discussion of your marijuana use, your issues with your spouse and his performance, your wife’s inability to “cook or get you cookin’,” and a multitude of discussions regarding bodily functions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Save the personal stuff for your therapist’s couch or your best friend’s kitchen, and for heaven’s sake keep your voice down!</span></div><b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816645225467293815.post-82284711262867569272016-09-27T14:56:00.000-05:002017-05-31T09:50:03.008-05:00The Patagonia Pledge<br /><br />I just finished reading Yvon Chouinard's book "Let My People Go Surfing." <br /><br />I am bowled over. I am humbled. I am ashamed. I am inspired. <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB_jhjCBda6Q_4wyGSL-e510eWzNqy1FbTpLc3XaDmLWlpx2LLPA47xlZ4NWS01NClG3s4tM-t-y0ktjBwS-UI0bKKdhRd0NJlPH3ygLdmxYvEw2tFFSgEWnh_szjJU_CzggnzkIO8m4um/s1600/yvon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB_jhjCBda6Q_4wyGSL-e510eWzNqy1FbTpLc3XaDmLWlpx2LLPA47xlZ4NWS01NClG3s4tM-t-y0ktjBwS-UI0bKKdhRd0NJlPH3ygLdmxYvEw2tFFSgEWnh_szjJU_CzggnzkIO8m4um/s320/yvon.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><br /><br /> The newer version hit home. It hit deeper. It resonated more. <br /><br />I'm not sure to what I should attribute this shake-up. Is it that I'm older and my environmental concern has become more pronounced? Is it because as I've traveled over the years and seen the degradation of nature first hand that I can grasp the reality better? Is it because Chouinard has become more persuasive? Perhaps all of the above.<br /><br />The premise of the book is that every individual and every business has an obligation to protect the planet for future generations. We can all grasp that lofty ideal with a loud <i>'hurrah!"</i><br /><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>What we don't- and won't- grasp with zeal are the personal efforts it takes to make that happen.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Are you willing to shuck that consumer mentality? To shop for your clothes in thrift stores? To mend the ones you presently own? To make do, use up, or do without? We THINK we are. We THINK we do... but it's hard to shed what has become habit- to buy and buy again. </div><div><br /></div><div>I did it as well. I love Patagonia products. I have a closet full of them. Part way through the book I thought to myself "I want to order a catalog."</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Sound of brakes screeching and crunching metal....</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Why would I need a catalog? BECAUSE I WAS SO ENAMORED OF PATAGONIA I WANTED TO SHOW MY SUPPORT BY BUYING MORE STUFF!!!!!!! What. the. hell.</div><div><br /></div><div>Which is exactly what Chouinard is advocating against. (And maybe Patagonia pulling their catalog is one step in the right direction to curing our shopping addiction, but I think it's going to take more than that).</div><div><br /></div><div>Instead, I've made what I'm calling the "<u><b>Patagonia Pledge</b></u>": to not buy another piece of new clothing for the rest of my life. Sound drastic? Only if you MUST follow the latest fashion. My closets are full of excellent quality outdoor clothing, (and just enough other clothing to make me office appropriate-barely). They are good quality for which I paid a good price, because I know they will last a good long time. But I have also been guilty of buying the same Icebreaker shirt in three colors. Because I liked it.</div><br />I've asked my family to help me be accountable on this. When I see that adorable soft fuzzy fleece sweater, they have been instructed to use whatever force necessary to remind me of my pledge.<br /><br />There are many other avenues to take to make the planet healthier. I hope to pursue more than just the clothing aspect. But it's a start.<br /><br />I'm also going to encourage my boss to read the book. The idea of flex time scheduled to outdoor activities is THE WAY TO GO!!! Boss- are you listening?!?!?!<br /><br />Read it. Think about it. #Patagonia #LetMyPeopleGoSurfing<br /><br />Happy Trails...<br /><br /><i>Saor</i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816645225467293815.post-39927230606958843812016-09-12T13:02:00.000-05:002017-05-31T09:50:03.051-05:00Where did all the children go? The sad thing about children is that they grow up and move away. The cool thing about children growing up and moving away is that sometimes they move to awesome places like Virginia, next door to the Shenandoah National Park.<br /><br />My oldest spawn up and did that, and bought an amazing house in the woods. I want to live in the loft. I think she's only going to let me visit...<br /><br />But visit I will! And often! 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So unlike Oklahoma! <br /><br />Wonder how long I could stay in the loft before she noticed...??<br /><br />Happy Trails!<br /><br /><i>~Saor</i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816645225467293815.post-67427163919972643472016-08-28T17:13:00.000-05:002017-05-31T09:52:46.519-05:00Run in the Forest, Run!!What happens when you combine a virtual 5K fundraiser, the National Park Service, and one chick who hasn't run anywhere except to the pizza parlor in over a year? <br />
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This was my second 5K for the weekend. My friend Juli and I participated in a local race fundraiser for one of the social services organizations in our town, hosted by Hitachi Corporation. And darn if we didn't look cute doing it! <br />
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Starting at 9 am Friday until 9 am Sunday morning, I asked my body to run/bike/hike/paddle/camp a total of 12 kilometers (since the route I picked in the National Recreation Area was 7.2k), knock out a 5 mile bike ride and an hour of paddling. That was one fast paced, all-outside 48 hours. I'm pretty sure my muscles are plotting their revenge. <br />
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1. #MisadventureMg Misadventures Magazine. COOOOL COOOOOL COOOOL new magazine.<br />
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I take great pains to keep politics and negativity out of my blog, but I gotta tell you, this year's politics are giving me a pain. I need relief. Summer reading in the hammock and looking forward to using my new Chawel is just the medicine I need.<br />
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And the people you meet on the trails! Characters and coots. The last time I hiked in RMNP I met a pair of elderly locals who hike some part of the trail EVERY DAY. I didn't meet them together, however. He was hoofing it waaaay in front of her. She sat for a moment to catch her breath and told me with a twinkle in her eye: "We may not walk at the same <i>pace</i>, but we always end up at the same <i>place</i>."<br />
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There are many good things about Oklahoma, but summer isn't one of them. I had my first attempt at serious winter camping over New Year's this year. Serious means it was 7 degrees. SEVEN. That's a single digit!!!<br />
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There was snow. Three feet of it. Not a little dusting. Real snow. I've always considered myself a little bit of a weather weenie when it came to winter camping- but I've decided I'm more of a summer sucker. I have good cold weather gear, and you can only shed so much in the heat of summer. Makes sense to go when it's cold!<br />
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My super cool camping buddy dug out and trampled the tent spot.<br />
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These are important things to know. I conduct interviews and trial runs before I commit to serious camping with anyone! Except for the sole survivor part...<br />
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Back to the winter camping--- my buddy got the tent spot ready, we set up in the dark (we like the challenge) and threw in the Western Mountaineering bags, water bottles and puffy jackets. Kudos to #WesternMountaineering, #Hydroflask and #Patagonia! We also buried a 2-gallon water container in the snow.<br />
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We won't be camping, because this holiday weekend is always a madhouse at the campgrounds, and we won't make it to some isolated forest this time. But we'll think about camping. Cause that's how we roll, lol.<br />
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We're celebrating some family milestones this weekend. The youngest spawn graduated high school and is excitedly anticipating <strike>college </strike> sleeping in. I'm excitedly anticipating <strike>paying for college </strike>having someone else do dishes for the summer.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816645225467293815.post-34559245734471122022016-04-14T20:32:00.000-05:002017-05-31T09:50:03.431-05:00Hiking epic-nessIf you refer to the previous post, it says we were leaving for an epic adventure with a hike included. I was soooo wrong. It WAS an epic adventure. It was an epicurean dream. And it had epic hikes included.<br /><br />Ireland was a bucket list trip for Sully and me. Now that it's in the bucket, and we've recovered from the jet lag, the missed flights, and the stuff stolen from our house while we were gone (story for a different day)- I can tell you all about it.<br /><br />We did a lot of walking in Ireland, primarily because it's terrifying to drive in that country. It might be slightly less terrifying to swim with hungry sharks while carrying a chum bag.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkCoKZz_ssQokQnrfyzKsWZsxLQ903v3lxnLzv4edPp4sxHs0hreKKLuKNLjDBDF2U8YtBbESj-C8xsTY9rRJYGTNErOP8j6Ilbt7r8l6X_rDyROJ-76MAozTC0Q0POW7dkcSWQAwRDPKG/s1600/_DSC5640.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkCoKZz_ssQokQnrfyzKsWZsxLQ903v3lxnLzv4edPp4sxHs0hreKKLuKNLjDBDF2U8YtBbESj-C8xsTY9rRJYGTNErOP8j6Ilbt7r8l6X_rDyROJ-76MAozTC0Q0POW7dkcSWQAwRDPKG/s320/_DSC5640.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><br />But everyone walks or bikes there, so we were right at home. We needed to keep our strength up, so we had little snacks along the way...<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-yEHY640BDYp2Jq3WO7s3pFzw0qODUorBAkBW37FrPMsBOTi1arOjN_xT6Ze_zgCha-s7LvaUGl_slszAuI5XTov_Do3WZuCzE6-uQo7StZmxTA080ovLUOqmboW3TUiWLu5J7fz6ievV/s1600/_DSC5683.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-yEHY640BDYp2Jq3WO7s3pFzw0qODUorBAkBW37FrPMsBOTi1arOjN_xT6Ze_zgCha-s7LvaUGl_slszAuI5XTov_Do3WZuCzE6-uQo7StZmxTA080ovLUOqmboW3TUiWLu5J7fz6ievV/s320/_DSC5683.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />We walked somewhere every day. Every day we walked somewhere. Some days we walked a looooong ways, like the day we did the trail along Cliffs of Moher, to Hag's Head. 10 kilometers. Sounds more impressive than 7 miles....<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb3ZNNnRQpIZe9xx0PQrKzPbewnBAqJDWIV8avyaO4z9CRshZV0T6Fqf7401qGwdJUd9w8Em0NbL67jV7HGVQHJMb9LQJt8nZruBKB4ghYnyW2cPLw55OAl2dTl9s0c6dj4KR2_dMeyB2u/s1600/_DSC5717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb3ZNNnRQpIZe9xx0PQrKzPbewnBAqJDWIV8avyaO4z9CRshZV0T6Fqf7401qGwdJUd9w8Em0NbL67jV7HGVQHJMb9LQJt8nZruBKB4ghYnyW2cPLw55OAl2dTl9s0c6dj4KR2_dMeyB2u/s320/_DSC5717.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />I was sun burned, wind chapped, mud slogged, and totally, totally in love with the wildness, the booming of the waves against the cliffs, and the whole intensity of the walk. I didn't want it to end.<br /><br />Ireland reminded me in some ways of Oklahoma. Pastures with trees along the creeks. Cows in the pastures. A lot the same. Except for the random castles in the Irish pastures. And if you ignore that Oklahoma pastures are kinda gray brown, and Ireland's are a vivid, eye-shattering green. Other than that, a lot the same.<br /><br />We logged a couple of big hikes for our 52 week hike challenge. If you haven't checked out #52hikechallenge2016 on Facebook and Instagram, do that now. Right now.<br /><br />And then come back to find out more about our Leprechaun Life!<br /><br /><i>Happy Trails! ....Saor</i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816645225467293815.post-4909250455224673932016-02-01T13:20:00.000-06:002017-05-31T10:30:51.260-05:00Leap, leaping, leapt<br />
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The problem with forks in the road is that they can lead to knives or they can lead to spoons. But I jumped, not knowing what kind of silverware lay ahead, and from that moment emerged a year of adventures, a successful blog that had its own life for a few years, and many memories (some good, some I'd like to forget).<br />
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Life threw us a jump moment this weekend, and we're backing up for that running start. I've been told that resilient, adaptable people do well in the outdoors. I've decided that in actuality it's that people who live the outdoor life are better at adapting. The unexpected avalanche, the surprise wildlife, the unanticipated newbie with injuries- the outdoorsperson encounters all kinds of jump/leap/hop/run moments and the experience of living in nature helps us cope with the unexpected. <br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">It's not a profound thought to say that life moves on, and changes, and changes us. If you've followed my blog before, you'll notice a few changes here as well. A change in the cast of characters, maybe a little change in the flavor of posts. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Speaking of loved ones- the last loved one living in my house is trying desperately to flap her wings and fly the coop- might have mixed some metaphors there...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Senior year has started for D2. There is nothing more fun/sad, exhilarating/depressing, make you feel old/young than having that last lil chickie ready to leave the nest. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">So my friends, what's new with you? What changes have taken place in your life, and how are you coping with them? I look forward to hearing from you again!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816645225467293815.post-23528515074229841032013-06-24T18:04:00.003-05:002017-05-31T10:34:51.959-05:00Cough, Cough, Color Me RadWhile most of our adventures take place outdoors, in the wilds, sometimes the adventures are just wild and happen to be outdoors. Such was the case when I ran (believe me, I use that term loo-o-o-o-osely) my second 5K of my life. This time I was joined by both my spawn. One outran me. One did not. <br />
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Color Me Rad is a charity run, which is the only kind I do, You know, where I'm a charity case when they call out my run time.... They usually just say "And coming to the finish line in ..oh wait, she finished. Good enough."<br />
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And when it was all over, and we were colorful, and tired, and in Whee's case- starving, there were no cheeseburgers, but there were delicious pizzas (and perhaps a mimosa, to help restore the electrolytes, you know). <br />
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It's been awhile since I posted, mostly because it's been awhile since I've done anything post-worthy. A life is a terrible thing to waste. <br />
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I went to the Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge for a hike when it was still cool enough for a jacket. Does this jacket make me look fluffy?<br />
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The name of the refuge is a misnomer. There are wildlife. It's a refuge. But mountains... mountains are not something Oklahoma really has. It's a dream, a wish, an outright lie.<br />
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But enough whining down the plains..<br />
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There were the usual residents who would prefer you keep you distance. I would prefer I keep my distance too!<br />
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and something you DON'T usually see- water!!!<br />
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It was a great 8 mile hike up to Charon Gardens and back. It was also a great excuse to trot out my little Osprey daypack I got at the Backwoods Ladies Night. It just happens to match my BIG Osprey backpack. This is purely coincidental, I swear, but it makes me very happy and in my world happiness does not need a reason.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816645225467293815.post-6052213688555422412013-02-25T18:30:00.000-06:002017-05-31T10:37:11.886-05:00Ain't so little anymore!You know you're getting old when:<br />
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<li>You start thinking about caffeine over calories- as in how much caffeine can I cram in a cup, and the calories be damned!</li>
<li>Your youngest child turns 14. </li>
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The Whee actually sort of let us old folks come to her birthday party as long as we were:<br />
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<li>bringing chips and dips</li>
<li>bringing cookies and cupcakes</li>
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Other than that we were UNinvited to the festivities. However, being the cool mom that I am, I snuck -yes, snuck-around to observe, oversee and outright laugh sometimes. She came up with some great ideas that did not involve boys, graffiti or damaging my furniture. I was happy.<br />
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Her best and greatest idea was the photo booth. I loved it since it gave me an excuse to buy a remote for my Nikon! Here's some sneek peeks-<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">New gear energizes me, excites me, delights me, and piques
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This was fun. It holds 16 ounces, so it’s only good for short hikes (always my
first thought with any item-how many days can I stay out on the trail with
it? Will it help me survive Armpitageddon?). But it has great urban application- the neoprene sleeve has a hand strap
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minutes of my run. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My run took 45
minutes because mostly I walked, but that has nothing to do with the bottle. The
bottle is BPA free, dishwasher safe, and the whole thing can be rolled up to
stuff in a pocket. Can’t you see me carrying this around in case I get an urge
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</span>No?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Me neither. I would, however,
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Item number two: dinnerware made from bamboo and corn. Cool
eco-friendly idea. This stuff will biodegrade in a compost pile within a year,
according to the company statement. This would make it into my car camping box.
It feels very sturdy and survived my drop test. Knowing the high “oops” factor
my family has, I tested the bowl and cup on the concrete. Dropped 10 times
each, there was no cracking, no splitting, no chipping, only very minor
abrasions on the lips and bottom edges. It definitely passed the toughness
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">If you host outdoor gatherings, you might really love using
this dinnerware.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Downside: you can’t put
it in either the dishwasher or the microwave and the product insert states ‘use
only with cold foods’. I did put a piece of grilled chicken on it with no
damage to the plate, and warm soup (not boiling) in the bowl with no problems. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Steam will make the dinnerware delaminate.
That’s a big word for ‘come apart’. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You
CANNOT use a steak knife on it. It cuts right into the plate. However, it gets
points for heft, for good looks, and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">you</i>
get points for using something that’s good for the environment. It’s brand new
and the price is not yet listed on the shopping page.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Item number three out of the box- oh my, can you say
commuter love at first sight?!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s
called a brewing mug, and I am determined to take a backpacking trip JUST to
take this along and be the coolest hiker out there….</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">This double-walled mug keeps your tea hot and hands cool.
But it’s not just any mug- it makes your brew with loose leaf tea. I’m sure
this is going to be a part of my daily commute all winter. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By the way, what do you call a comedian in a
tearoom?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A brew-ha-ha.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sorry. I’m out of pun prevention pills. Back
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Simply put loose tea in the little basket in the top of the
mug, pour in hot water slowly until the basket is half-submerged, screw on the
top and jump into the car. If your mornings are like mine, those three minutes
of brew time is the difference between getting your kid to school on time and
having to make up an excuse to the principal about why she’s late. I usually go
with a sob-story like “I ran over the cat.” The principal asked me once how
many cats we have…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I can see one potential problem- I’ll take the tea basket
out and leave it somewhere. Stuff like that happens after you have children
because your brain cells are what feed the fetuses. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fortunately, the company sells replacement
parts for brain dead-mothers and absent-minded professors (actually
replacements for the mug parts, not people parts).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They sell replacements to other people too,
but I know who the main target audience is…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816645225467293815.post-2558455060278864842012-09-27T10:16:00.000-05:002016-07-12T15:01:42.232-05:00Through the campus lensI love my local University, and not just because I'm an alum (although I LIKED them slightly less after losing this past week to a particular purple team!). It's a beautiful place with exquisite landscaping and aesthetic appeal. Say aesthetic appeal three times real fast.<br />
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I like it because it's beautiful, and a wonderful place to wander. It's an especially good place to wander when you have one of <em>those</em> days. You know, those days when you wake up to a whole new world and discover you don't know what those settings on your camera mean. Heck, you didn't even know your camera HAD settings....<br />
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Yeah, I have these fairly frequently. I've learned just to go with it, and enjoy the experience of re-discovering what all those little buttons on my camera do.<br />
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So I will take you on a brief walking tour of the University in Sooner City with the little buttons on my camera...<br />
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Baa-baa black sheep. Don't touch these guys when it's 101 outside. You will leave part of yourself behind, stuck to the bronze. This was done with the "aperture" button. I think as a photographer I'm suppose to be really good with that button... but whatever.<br />
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Beautiful fountain, done in "miniature" mode. There's about a hundred fountains around campus, because nearly every past class in OU history has donated one. I'm not sure why that's the donation of choice, but I love listening to the different sounds each one makes.<br />
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Ooooo, I like this one. It's called "pop" color, and I can choose the color. These red phone booths are all over campus. They're actual working phone booths. For those of you too young to remember phone booths, rent a black & white movie and watch it. Then you'll understand. They're antiques now, with obsolete phones (that still work to make local calls!!), and I'm so glad the campus has kept this little artifact alive and well.<br />
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I liked the pop color mode so well I did it again.<br />
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The other item item of donor choice is benches. This mode is some fancy B/W mode, but I just call it "crime scene" mode. Benches seem more practical than fountains, but they don't sound as nice.<br />
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And sculptures everywhere. Can you guess the name of this one? I'll give you a hint- it's kind of like a committee meeting, except not everyone was invited to the meeting...<br />
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And finally, my view of education done with 'landscape' setting. Does anyone know what piece of art I was looking through?<br />
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<strong> Happy Trails, and may you always see adventure in a new way!</strong><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816645225467293815.post-45227916200969996612012-09-23T10:05:00.001-05:002017-05-31T10:38:55.179-05:00It's Elk Time<br /><br />
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I'm trying to find a window through which to escape. This window consists of two or three straight days that I can run away and see some elk, up close and personal.<br />
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Last year, I made it through the window TWICE!!! Here's one of the adventures<br />
<a href="http://momonvacation.blogspot.com/2011/10/bugle-boy-of-campany-b.html">http://momonvacation.blogspot.com/2011/10/bugle-boy-of-campany-b.html</a><br />
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If you really want a great weekend trip, and some cool photo ops, and the thrill of hearing elk bugle right in your ear, head to Ponca, Arkansas. Go it now. Get in your car and go.<br />
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WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?!?!?!?!?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816645225467293815.post-90352358352386318812012-08-19T13:32:00.000-05:002017-05-31T10:42:04.865-05:00Back to the camping<br /><br />
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As promised, once I again I meandered down Random Thought Lane and back to the main road of talking about the great outdoors.<br />
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In the interest of self-preservation, The Whee was all for me taking a camping trip recently. In the interest of getting future meals cooked and laundry done, she went with me to make sure I came back.<br />
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Our plan was to put distance and elevation between us and the white hot, red dirt plains of Oklahoma. We live in a place that's a constant cacophony of sirens, train whistles, people blaring their car radios, dogs barking. It's enough to create insanity, which would explain the way people drive here. I sometimes wear my ear buds all day. Being thought weird is better than being thought of as 'cellmate'.<br />
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We went clear to no-man's land to get enough distance between us and the clamor. Here's proof:<br />
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We got off the beaten path. But not so far as to meet any rattlesnakes.<br />
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<strong> Happy Trails and may you always quietly find adventure!!</strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816645225467293815.post-26839791084518136462011-11-19T08:33:00.000-06:002016-07-12T15:01:42.234-05:00Ridin' herd on thingsDo you ever have those days where you feel like you have to ride herd on everything and everybody? That the laundry, the dishes, the vacuuming and the grocery shopping are all about to stampede and you haven't even saddled your horse?<br />
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Yep. Been there, been trampled like that.<br />
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It's that time of year- <br />
<ul><li>band concerts</li>
<li>dishes</li>
<li>science fair projects</li>
<li>laundry</li>
<li>getting close to the end of semester study projects</li>
<li>getting close to the end of the semester catch upon grading projects</li>
<li>dishes</li>
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Add to the bawling herd a trip to Kansas for the holiday, a desire to cook some real holiday food, and fighting off the inner elf who wants to start putting up the Christmas decorations, and you have a drove of on-edge bossies who will spook and bolt at the smallest hint of an extra task on their already-too-full plates. I'm speaking metaphorically, of course. This is not a description of people I work with.<br />
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The last trip Philoboy and I made to Kansas we ran into this very thing. A herd of cattle, not bossy people I work with.<br />
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The disparity between city life and rural life is enough to give you whiplash. I've run into some boss cows in the city, usually on the PTA committees or at youth soccer games, but never a herd of cows.<br />
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There were cows coming and going. Cows almost as far as you could see. <br />
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And cowboys riding herd on the cows. Somehow their herd ridin' looked a lot more fun than my city herd ridin'.<br />
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And I couldn't pass up the opportunity to show you the dirty windows of the Travelin' Van. That's adventure miles dirt, ma'am.<br />
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<em>"Dang paparazzi- we can never re-locate without one of them hangin' out a vehicle window with their dang camera...."</em><br />
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Ahhh, I'm looking forward to the holiday, going back home to a place where horses are the vehicles, walking is the pace of life, and cows are the most interesting thing around.<br />
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<strong> Happy Trails, and may you always find a whole herd of adventures!</strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816645225467293815.post-48176775912952302762011-11-16T05:48:00.000-06:002016-07-12T15:01:42.282-05:00Ain't no sand on me!I try out as much new gear as outdoor gear retailers, manufacturers and Hubby will let me. I like a lot of what I try, but I come across very few items that make me go, “Wow-this is everything it’s advertised to be,” The sand rug from CGear made me jump up and down and go WOW.<br />
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The company provided the 6' x 6' sand rug free of charge for my review. It arrived on my doorstep complete with its own small bag of sand and a huge dose of skepticism from my not-so-inner cynic.<br />
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Wow. Did I say that already? This thing really works. <br />
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The mats were originally developed by the military to create dust-free landing pads for helicopters. I had no helicopter on hand, but I do have a dusty husband and a whirling teenager. Together they can definitely raise a cloud of dust or tear up most any gear, given enough time.<br />
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Hubby poured the little bag of sand onto the rug. I would have liked a wheelbarrow load, but there was none to be had. Hubby brushed his hand across the pile of silica and poof! It was gone. <br />
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Hubby went Wow. He lifted the rug and there was the sand. <br />
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I mounded the pile of sand up under the rug, and had The Whee sit on the rug, on top of the sand pile, and just be herself. In other words, twist, wiggle and squirm. No matter how much she ground the rug into the sand, no sand came back up. Wow. I think I said that already.<br />
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I would recommend it to others, especially beach goers. We ain't got a lot of beach in Oklahoma, but this rug is enough to make me want to drive to the coast.<br />
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I would buy it for others. At $59.88, the best price I've found for it so far (Amazon), I'll only it buy it for people I really like, but I think it's worth every penny.<br />
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I think I'll stop avoiding the beach now.<br />
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I’m tickled I had the opportunity to try it!<br />
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See the rug and other sand-free products at <a href="http://www.cgear-sandfree.com/">http://www.cgear-sandfree.com/</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816645225467293815.post-79052175937982245062011-10-26T06:13:00.001-05:002016-07-12T15:01:42.326-05:00Girls Day outSome of my camping buds and I did a little backpacking at Arrowhead State Park this past weekend. You should go there. It's beautiful and unpopulated. Just don't try to find it by a map search- Yahoo and Google are not familiar with this park.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">We walked something like 82 miles that day. Or maybe it was between 8 and 2 miles that day. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Fun and friends make me better able to deal with the frenzy.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">I think I shall survive for another week.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong> Happy Trails, and may your life be packed with adventure!</strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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