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Saturday June 27, 2015 A MOUNTAIN TOP EXPERIENCE
Saturday June 27, 2018 DAY 115 A MOUNTAIN TOP EXPERIENCE!
NOTE TO ANY WHO READ YESTERDAY’S BLOG. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GO BACK AND REREAD IT! I just proofread it and it was atrocious. I was literally sleep walking in my brain last night. Hope tonight is better. At least it is only 12:22 a.m. I must hurry so I can get more sleep tonight.
Tonight I am again in a different bed, different room and about 10 hours in driving time from where I spent last night. I am in Cheyenne Wyoming. After driving in both Montana and Wyoming I think it is almost a draw as to which one I am most in love with. The thing I find so interesting about these states is that each state individually is so diverse in landscapes. Since they are bordering states you would think they might be quite similar, but after leaving Montana and arriving in Wyoming it’s as if the landscapes changes purposely to accommodate a separate identity for each state. It also seemed that way when I crossed the border from Canada into Idaho.
I loved Montana in its stark beauty of open spaces and subtle colors and the curves that fashioned the ground. So, so beautiful. And then I crossed over the “port of entrance” in Frannie Wyoming and It’s as if I drove into another country again. Very different. Wyoming has a cragginess about it. So many shapes and forms rising up from the earth. Sharp points of mountains, large and small, irregular peaks in the distance and bluffs that seem to arise out of nowhere. Crumbling rock tumbling on the roads from above. And I wondered what “The Port of Entrance” meant until I saw the highway sign that said all commercial vehicles had to stop at the port of entrance for inspection. Then I realized I had crossed over the border from one state to the next and everything in commercial vehicles had to be checked. I assumed it mostly had to do with transporting live fruits and vegetables and anything else that could bring petulance or disease into the state of Wyoming. The same tactic is used when crossing the border into California.
Blake told me about a mountain range that I might want to see since I enjoythe winding scenic route much better that Interstates. So I decided to take his advice and go the scenic route. I will forever be grateful to Blake for telling me about this DIAMOND. Oh my, what an experience today was as I drove into a mountain of delight. After leaving the mountain I summed it up in my mind as being Yosemite and Glacier National Park all rolled into one. And I loved both Yosemite and Glacier but I think I love this one more or at least as equal. I approached the mountain range from a long distance away and was quite impressed with what I saw. I didn’t realize these were the mountains I would be journeying into. The closer I got the more curious I was about them. They are like none other I have ever seen. Take a look at the pictures I included today. Enlarge the picture by clicking on it and study the intricate lines of the mountain’s surface. So very beautiful. As I got closer and closer to the mountain I could see that one of them had, what looked like to me, to be a road on it. I felt a little tingle, and a lot of excitement as I speculated that that might actually be the mountain I would climb to get over to the other side. Well, it was true. That was the mountain I would climb in my little grey fox. And it was a steep climb and descent. And it took a long time to get over the mountains. Once I climbed to the top in my car the lookout points were amazing. It was like sitting on the edge of an airplane wing and looking at the earth below.
I finally arrived at the other side of the mountain range and was quite a bit behind in my timeline for traveling to my next destination before dark. But it was worth it. So worth it. When I arrived at the tops of the mountain, to my surprise there were beautiful little green valleys with gorgeous trees growing up the sides of the mountains. From a distance I could see no depth, no other mountains behind the row of mountains I viewed from afar I was so pleasantly surprised to find all the different landscapes even in the ecosystem of the mountains. It was about 20 degrees cooler up than down on the dessert floor. 74 degrees vs. 94 degrees. Take your pick. When I am in the internal part of a mountain range like the one today I feel apart and personal and intimate with the mountain. It seems such a mystery how man can engineer and design a system to traverse from one mountain to the next mountain to get over and through and up and down in the mountain range and make you come out where you need to go. I love the feeling of being within the range.
Again, I am at a loss for words and clarity because of the late time. I arrived at my destination after 9:00 p.m. tonight and once I got unpacked and had dinner it was another late night. I am staying an Airbnb tonight in Cheyenne. I hope to go to the capitol building if it are open on a Sunday and then head to Denver Colorado to see my cherished friends Cynthia and Chris and their two boys. David believes I am his grandma and he is excited to see me. The 4 month old could probably care less but I can hardly wait to see how much he has grown since I was there earlier in my trip. He was just a couple of weeks old when I last saw him. I have adopted her boys in my heart as my grandchildren. I think I am the only grandma they really know. I will be in Denver for two nights.
Before I left Blake and Carrie’s home I asked Blake if he had some wisdom for me. He was quick to respond and I want to point out that I absolutely love his wisdom. He said quite a bit on my voice box on the Iphone so I will condense it here
Blake’s wisdom: “Try to learn something from everyone you meet in life because everyone you meet will have something interesting that you don’t know about. If you take time to visit with them you will learn something new.”
Blake told me about a story I found very interesting. Last year his wife Carrie became involved with flying with World War II vets for the HONOR FLIGHT to Washington DC and back because she is a respiratory therapist that flies on the medical rescue flights taking people to hospitals. Medical personnel were needed to help care for the elderly veterans while traveling. She came back from the first flight and was so emotionally exploding that Blake decided to volunteer his time as well. Blake went on all the rest of the flights. They worked with over 500 veterans on these trips. Carrie could not come on the last trip but Blake went. These men were in their 90’s and one was 103. Blake found out new things from each one he talked with. There was one man who wanted to go on the honor flight so desperately but his family did not want him to go because he was frail. He wanted to go so badly that they consented. He did it. He had a marvelous time and loved every moment of it. Carrie did not get to go on that last flight with him so she stopped over at his house the night he got home just to talk to him. He was thrilled to have had the experience. Carrie went home and the man died later that night. This man was quite an artisan and after his death his family gifted Carrie and Blake with a beautiful art creation he did. I regret that I did not take a photo of it because it was truly one of the most beautiful intricate pieces of wood art I have ever seen. It was a three dimensional piece of wood with beautiful curves that if held in one direction made a perfect double “S”. The sides were curved with a wide flat surface. the wood was all done with intricate small pieces of wood overly. It was truly a beautiful work of art. In a nutshell Blake’s wisdom “Try to learn something from everyone you meet.”
Blake, thank you for your beautiful and touching story. And oh by the way, if you read this would you please take a picture of a couple of different angles of the artwork I spoke about and send it to my text number. I would really appreciate it and would love to post it here. Thank you for a wonderful experience at your home. I enjoyed meeting both you and Carrie. If Carrie would like to send me her wisdom I’d love to share it.
Okay friends out there in never never land. My days on the road are numbered. It is count down time. This is my last Sunday to be traveling. I have a lot of thinking to do. A lot of contemplation. I am so looking forward to seeing my grandsons in Wisconsin, my husband, my son and daughter in law and eventually Rebecca and Neil and Jackson and Coal (my granddogs) down in West Palm Beach. Life will never be the same for me again. I will never be the same. Thanks to all of you who have read my blog and made comments along the way. I appreciate your input. I don’t even know if a lot of it made sense because I wrote so late at night and that is not my normal wake time. I think I am in for some adjustment when I get home. I hope to continue blogging and actually put topics where they should be so it will be easier to find things. I’d like to have more of my poetry available also.
I will close but before I do I’ll search my brain and see if there is any power left in there to come up with a poem without falling asleep.
Montana Inspiration
By Kathleen Martens
June 27, 2015
Seas of color dance in the wind,
Flowers and grass best of friends.
Colors of gold flecked by the sun
As beige and lavender blur into one.
Pink and orange and hints of green
And maroon oft is seen.
An ocean floor gentle and curved
This same beauty to the earth served.
And I thank God that I can see
All that He created just for me.
And that I can hear His beautiful song
The sound of birds as I travel along.
And I can inhale the fragrance of life
In a simple flower that carries no strife.
And I can taste His bounty of love
That He seeded from Heaven above.
And I thank God that I can feel
Love, joy, happiness, and zeal.
The above poem is in tribute of the beautiful plains of Montana, ever changing, ever dancing, ever joyful. My mountain top poem will just have to wait. Good night. Sweet dreams!
Monday June 8 2015 Day 96 I’M STILL ALIVE
Okay guys! I’m still alive. I haven’t yet gone on the zip line so that is one cause. That is now planned for tomorrow morning before I leave Larry and Charlene’s. That is a must for me.
I had another strawberry picking morning. It is so awesome to be able to get out in the warm sun, this time with cooler clothes on than a fuzzy house robe and do something useful. The strawberries desperately needed picking. I picked two large containers almost full. See pictures below this blog. When I take pictures during the day I have no way to post them at the house. When we get into a service area I just load the photos so they will be there when I am ready to post the blog. So the photos are in order as to time sequence as to when they were taken.
Back to the strawberries. “There is just something special about eating what you have planted and tended and cared for”, as quoted by Charlene. Well, for me there is something special about just being given the opportunity to pick something right out of her garden or anyone’s garden and eating it so fresh. Totally organic, so I could just spray it off in the garden and take that first big juicy bite and then the second and third and so on…Oh my they are so delicious warmed by the son, firm and bright red. And, I get to eat them on my yogurt and bran in the mornings. it has been so wonderful to taste the freshness of the berries and other produce from here and from other places. I had avocados from Lisa and Bill’s place, oranges from Betts’ daughter’s backyard tree, lemons from Paulette’s tree, blueberries from Daneece’s bushes, and now strawberries and sweet peas from Charlene’s bounty. I hope I am not forgetting any other homegrown treats. Remember, I have been on the road for several months now and it is getting more difficult to recall all that has happened in so many days. Oh, how I have loved these days.
After strawberry picking I readied myself for the day ahead. While I was outside Charlene was inside preparing a feast for a king’s lunch. We three were the kings. Now this lunch would probably not be considered a feast for all you hamburger beef eaters out there. Here is what she packed. Delectable bits of cheeses, two kinds of olives, walnuts, almonds, three kinds of crackers, honey crisp apples, fresh cherries picked the day before, hummus, broccoli, carrots, baby cucumbers, and turkey slices. I had some of everything except the turkey slices. Yum…yum… I know my husband would just LOVE THIS!!! NOT! Well, maybe the turkey slices. (I miss you Dave)! We sat out under the tall trees, listening to waterfalls in the distance. We were at some sort of picnic turnout in a national forest. It is necessary to have a permit for any stop you make in the public areas. You either pay by the year and show you tags hanging in your car or you go to the nearest self serve box and deposit your $5.00 daily user fee in the box. Well, Charlene and Larry never know which tag to display so they just put them all out. The day we climbed Beacon Rock was FREE DAY and I didn’t have to pay.
Before we had lunch we drove a ways and stopped at a lookout to see Mt. St. Helen. The side we could see was not the side that blew out in 1980. It is so sad to see the mountain so deplete of snow this early in the year. These snow capped mountains are a huge part of the water source that feeds the Columbia River. I mentioned the dry riverbed that I saw the day before that was fed from Mt. Hood. All those dried up water ways will eventually deplete the waterways on further down in the state of Oregon and Washington. There are a few trees I noticed that are dried up and dead due to lack of water. Usually those are on slopes facing the afternoon’s hot sun. It is nothing like it was in Yosemite where there were full mountainsides of brown dried up dead trees. Please check out the photos of Mt. St. Helen if you can find where they are with my mistakes in posting. Sorry about making you hunt and peck for them. That’s what I get for being in a hurry. I am trying so hard to practice retirement to not live in the fast lane but it is a difficult lesson to learn. I hope I was able to get some nice ones on my camera because I took my life in my hands and climbed over the lookout wall and went down the hill a bit (a pretty safe grade) and took the photos with flowers in the foreground. I think it made for a more interesting photo. So that’s another reason why I am still alive, I lived to climb back over the wall, didn’t get caught, arrested, or fined.
While at the lookout site I almost had the opportunity to get a ride on a motorcycle. A beautiful RED motorcycle! But…alas the driver did not have his rear seat attached. Three bikers drove up beside us and of course conversation ensued. When I asked if he would take me for a ride he said sure. That was Steve #1 (the big guy). He was with Nancy and Steve #2. We had a delightful conversation and I asked for their wisdom. Steve #1 said: “Live your life to the fullest.” Steve #2 said: “You only go around once so do what you want to do.” I think I am paraphrasing that a bit. Nancy said something that I really liked when she said it and now I can’t remember what she said. I forgot to take notes on my phone. I sometimes forget that I have that feature. I’m still getting used to this technology stuff. Well, at lease I had a picture taken on the RED HARLEY! (I think it was a Harley). It was big and beautiful. Oh how I would have loved to take a spin on it. Nancy was going to loan me her helmet. Okay Dave, you can quit shaking your head now. I didn’t go! But I might of!
After the Mt. St. Helen interlude we then drove to the location I described above and then ate lunch. After lunch we hiked down to see the lower falls in an area that has three falls, lower, middle and upper. We were above the falls so did not have great opportunity for photographic views. I took more videos than photos but I don’t know how to upload a video on my blog. We hiked back up to the road (everything here is either up or down when you are walking) and took off for the middle falls. We parked in a little turnoff and hiked down to the middle falls. We almost didn’t get to go because about half way down it was cordoned off with bright pink ribbon tape that said it was closed and we had to turn around. Well, Charlene’s husband is fearless, (and when I say that I am a believer that it is LITERAL) he stepped over the boundary checked it out and in a little while returned and said we could make it. Hmm… It was definite that Charlene should not go down the hiking trail due to the fact that she needs a new hip replacement. Well, guess who went? You got it! I stepped over the tape, looked around in the eerie solitude of the vast shadowy forest to make certain we weren’t on surveillance camera. Not only were not on surveillance camera, there wasn’t another soul around anywhere. I felt better that Charlene was staying where the tape was so if we didn’t come back maybe she could Med Flight us out. Larry and I went down, down, down and when I looked up he was nowhere in sight. He was gone! Then I hear this plaintive yell above the din of the waterfall noise. He was calling my name “Wanda”, (oh yeah, that’s me I thought in this Kathleen persona). I could barely hear him but I could not see him. Then, through the trees I could see movement and low and behold he was walking IN the water. It looked like he was walking ON the water because he was on a ledge of rock that protruded out from where the waterfall fell from above us. Oh my it was so beautiful! So…So…BEAUTIFUL! It was worth breaking the law. (Don’t tell my son the Policeman I said that). I did figure out why it was taped off as I traversed down the 2 to maybe 3 foot wide path with drop offs literally one step away. The mountain was seeping snow melt runoff due to the hot weather and the 45 degree decline was slick with mud. I found my purchase and traversed those areas without falling. Oh man, not only did I have to go down, I had to get back up. Would I do it again? MAYBE! Well if I answer truthfully it would be a definite YES! It was worth it. Now that is another reason I am still alive. I didn’t have to be Med Flighted out. I think maybe Larry is being a bad influence on me.
We decided we would not hike the next 3/4 of a mile to the upper falls. We’re not talking about a little walk in the park here. These slopes are SLOPES! Up and down. I absolutely loved it. I think all my stair climbing exercise between classes in Redding readied my calf muscles for these hikes as well as climbing to the top of Beacon Rock. If I lived here I would become a hiker. It is so amazing to be in such pristine nature, isolated, quiet (between waterfalls that is), without much to carry, just enjoying nature at its fullest. I never knew hiking could be so exhilarating. The best part of the day was that I didn’t get killed on a motor bike, I didn’t die on a zip line, I didn’t get arrested for climbing the wall and I didn’t tumble down the mountain side, and I didn’t get arrested for stepping over the pink barrier, nor slide down the muddy pathway. Thank you God that I survived the day!
This blog has been written in its entirety at the Kia Dealership in Oregon as I waited for four new tires, an alignment and an oil change. I am in the waiting room while customers come and go, each watching a bit of TV and me here just typing away. My elbow neighbor Charlie sitting beside me took a picture of me sitting here typing so I could put it on the blog. He has been been here longer than I have. I asked him for his world wisdom for the moment. Here is his reply: “Why are we as a nation getting involved with a war in the middle east that has been going on for thousands of years. They are going to continue fighting and fighting until there is no one left to fight. We should get out of there and let them do what they are going to do. All they are going to do is kill our troops while we are there.” Charlie was watching the news on CNN as he waited here these few hours. I have been here since 9:00 a.m. and it is now 12:12 p.m. Charlie is gone now, another person in this world that I will probably never see again but delightful to talk with. I have been so fortunate to have come across so many interesting and “real” people. I have enjoyed every encounter. Kim who works here also gave me one piece of advice: “Enjoy the moment.” I like that!
Well my yesterday tale is almost over. After we escaped the perils of being arrested for crossing the barrier we hiked up to the highway and walked down the middle of the winding road. See picture somewhere in this blog. And we headed “home”. Oops, I mean we headed out to Pizza Time at the Backwoods. Literally, the Backwoods. We entered from the back of a building, the tables were outside in the cool of the evening and we looked at blank Angus bulls peering over the fence at us as we ate. The mountains surrounded us sort of like a mother hen, drawing us close with a feeling of being safe. And the pizza was interesting and delicious. It was sweet with a real kick. We had Thai Shrimp Pizza. Hey, if I am going to try octopus, Thai Shrimp doesn’t scare me. It was really hot thought! And for me to say that you know it was HOT. As I ate it I realized it was really the hottest when I had a big bite of jalapeno pepper in the bite. It was a good hot.
Went home and went to bed and up this morning at 5:43 a.m. I arrived here at the dealership at 9:00 a.m. Charlene and Larry are a bit off the beaten path. When I was with my cousin Joyce she encouraged (demanded) me to get my GPS out and learn how to use it. Up to that point I had been using either map quest printouts or my new Iphone. Well, I followed her suggestion, mainly because she got it charged and working for me, and it is a good thing. In some of these places I’ve been (on the very day I left her place) I have been out of service areas. My phone would not even pick up any kind of signal. It was my GPS that delivered me safely to all my destinations. I have thanked Joyce over and over in my heart since then. NowI say it in print for the world to see. Thank you cousin Joyce. You saved my lost self. I have been able to get to each destination, clearly and safely due to your lessons. By the way Joyce, I miss you a lot! Tell Daneece hello for me! Joyce, I finally found the perfect cherry!
Love to all of you…
Leaving Colorado (This is my found copy of what I wrote yesterday April 5)
My Private Heaven
My Private Heaven
January 2, 2013
Kathleen Martens
The thoughts on which I dwell,
My private heaven or my private hell.
What I think – so become I,
Succumb to the pit – or soar and fly.
It all depends who lives within;
The God of salvation or demons of sin.
We have choice – to become who we desire to be.
As for me –I choose to be free,
Poetry
SOUL
Wedded to body, life-giving force
Entwined with spirit for eternity’s course.
Immaterial self within human being
Confined by flesh – wings of death freeing.
The place of hungering and thirsting for God
Awaiting release from earthly sod.
Uniquely created deposited at creation
That which feeds all sensation.
OUR SOUL
OUR BEING
