A Simple Dream

The Christmas season is one of my favorite times of the year. This is because I love getting together with family. This past week, between Christmas and New Years, I was at my parents’ house and both of my siblings and their families were here visiting. For me it was a week filled with backwords hugs by my oldest nephew, projects with my niece, plenty of cuddles with the baby, cross country skiing with my parents, sewing with my grandma, and catching up with my siblings. It is a wonderful time of joy, simply for being around people who I love and whom love me.

However for me this is always a time of mixed emotions. You see, I assumed that I would be in my sisters’ position, married with kids by this point in my life. Seeing their families makes me desire that life, chaos and all. I desire a spouse whom I can share life with, both the good and the bad. I love my niece and nephews thoroughly, but they always go back to their house.

I may be living a dream of sorts through my wandering at the moment, but its’ not a dream that I dreamt. The dream that I had, and still have isn’t unusual at all, it’s simply a loving family of my own. This may sound like a huge contradiction. My reason for posting this is to share that sometimes our dreams are not God’s dreams. He has a plan and a path that we can’t predict. I believe with every bit of me that the Good Lord set my current journey into motion. There is no other way to explain how I ended up intentionally homeless, jobless, wandering the country. Maybe someday I’ll get my original dream or maybe I won’t. Either way, what matters most is that I am working toward God’s purpose.

Romans 8:28 “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.”

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The Guide

As any careful followers can see, I’m behind at blogging. Two months ago in November 2014 I found myself in an unexpected position. A couple friends flew to Vegas from Fargo and we all traveled up to Moab Utah with Ancient Art as our target. The idea was that all three of us would climb to the pinnacle, my base jumping friends would jump off and my other friend and I would rappel down. As the time for the climb approached we added a 4th climber/base jumper to our party, and I got nervous. I suddenly realized that I was going to be a “guide” taking my friends up a tower and I wasn’t sure whether or not I had enough gear. I knew how to climb safely and handle the ropes, but I had always climbed with other people who knew these skills as well.

Fortunately we were staying at a hostel along with a couple of Swiss guides. They worked for a company, leading a variety of outdoor adventure trips. They had also completed the climb a couple days earlier. With their assistance I learned how I could better utilize my gear so that they we could all complete the climb. They also eased my nerves regarding what to expect along the route.

Our group at the start of the climb

Our group at the start of the climb

So, the day arrived and we knew it was now or never. We were slow getting packed up, and left the hostel about an hour after our target. Then we racked up our gear and started hiking to the start of the climb. We lined up the rope and I made certain that everyone was properly tied in, then I started up the route. The climb itself wasn’t extremely difficult, but I never had a chance to turn my brain off and take a breath. The whole time I was either climbing, belaying, managing the rope, or making sure people were properly anchored in. When we were at the last pitch the base jumpers made a slight change of plans. The wind looked like it was increasing and they didn’t want to spend the time to reach the pinnacle, so we lined everything up for them to jump from the ledge. They jumped off, and I made my way to the summit.

Ancient Art from the base jumpers landing area

Ancient Art from the base jumpers landing area

It felt amazing to stand on that summit, but a little bit bittersweet because I was the only one who reached the summit. You see, the base jumpers both exited lower, and my climbing partner was cold, thirsty, and concerned about making her way to the top. I had been so focused on technical aspects of the climb and everyone’s safety that I didn’t consider the basics. We hiked/climbed the whole thing without any food or water. And my partner climbed to the top of the last pitch, into the wind, with only a t-shirt.

Two days later my climbing partner and I went back up, just the two of us. It was way more relaxed, and we both had our moment to stand on the pinnacle. It was the first climbed that I had repeated on the trip, and I enjoyed the second trip up much more than the first.

From the top of Ancient Art

From the top of Ancient Art

From the top of Ancient Art

From the top of Ancient Art

This experience taught me a lot about what it means to be a guide. It requires more than just a technical knowledge of what needs to be done, it requires attention to people as well. It requires reading people, and seeing their needs and making sure that they have all their needs. I found out after the climb that the base jumpers were both a little freaked out because they had never rock climbed outdoors. They didn’t know what I was doing with the ropes or why, they were blindly trusting me. I didn’t recognize their fear, in my mind I didn’t expect to see that fear because they jump off stuff and ropes are safe. I did not take time to really show them what I was doing and why so that they could have more than just blind trust.

My guiding experience also made me think about my guide in life. Jesus Christ is the ultimate guide as we are traveling through life, but he never forgets the basic needs. He sees and knows our needs before we do. He has a plan for us, even though we aren’t necessarily privy to all the details. We have to be a little like my base jumping friends, blindly trusting that he will take care of us wherever the journey leads.

Petrified Forest National Park

Petrified Forest National Park

Petrified Forest National Park

Petrified Forest National Park

Petrified Forest National Park

Petrified Forest National Park

Petrified Forest National Park

Petrified Forest National Park

Petrified Forest National Park

Petrified Forest National Park

Zion National Park

Zion National Park

Zion National Park

Zion National Park

Zion National Park

Zion National Park

Moab, UT

Moab, UT

Moab, UT

Moab, UT

Arches National Park

Arches National Park

Arches National Park

Arches National Park

Ancient Art, Moab, UT

Ancient Art, Moab, UT

Red Rocks, Las Vegas, NV

Red Rocks, Las Vegas, NV

Arches National Park, UT

Arches National Park, UT

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3 Months and 10,000 Miles

As I meander across the country I am continually overwhelmed by the amazing blessing that it is to be able to make this journey. In my wildest dreams I never imagined this type of unlimited freedom to roam, explore, and focus on the Glory of God. On a daily basis I look at a map and decide whether to turn left or right, but in reality it doesn’t matter. There are so many magnificently beautiful sites to be explored along the way. My biggest concerns are which direction to drive, what to eat, where I’ll sleep, and where my next shower might be. Since leaving Fargo, I’ve put over 10,000 miles on my car and less than 5% has been interstate. I generally don’t have a schedule so the scenic path is always an option. Some days and places have been better than others, but I have not had a bad day on my journey.

Many people have asked me about my eating habits, seemingly out of concern, but I promise that I am eating just fine. I typically have PB&J for breakfast, some fruit and snacks for lunch, and a simple camp meal for dinner. I’m eating healthier than the bag of chips and mountain dew lunches that I used to eat at work. I eat a lot more than I used to. It seems like I’m an empty pit, eating nearly double what I used to.

I am getting better at finding places to sleep with practice. I split my nights between tenting in campgrounds, sleeping in the car in forests or parking lots, staying at hostels, or staying at a kind soul’s home. Those kind souls are also very helpful by providing a place with bathrooms, showers, and best of all good company!

It has been wonderful to catch up with old friends and to make new ones along the way. There are friends who I’ve met up with for the first time in years, and they’ve graciously invited me into their homes. I have met boyfriends, fiancés, children, and pets. Each time I’ve been nervous about these reunions, but each time it’s turned out wonderfully. I just want to say an extra thank you to each of you who have taken time to meet with me and opened your homes to me.

After 3 months and 10,000 miles of amazing travels I still don’t know where I’m going… But, I remain most excited to find what will come after the journey. I still have a crazy confidence that God is preparing something for me and the people I meet along the way are going to lead me there.

A very rough interpretation of my path thus far.

A very rough interpretation of my path thus far.

Another Thought

When I ran a marathon a few years ago I was hugely encouraged by another runner with Philippians 4:13, “I can do all things through him who gives me strength” on the back of his shirt. I leap frogged this guy about 5 times between miles 18 and 20, and each time I approached him that verse gave me a boost. This has been a bit of a favorite verse since then, but recently the context jumped out at me. Philippians 4:12 says “I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or living in want.” Paul wasn’t talking about God helping him through one huge struggle, he was focused on the day to day survival. I was also struck by the term “content”. Paul knew that God is always present, and he remains content both in situations of much and of need.

As I journey I am living with less than I ever have before, but I still find that less is more. It feels great every time I use something up or leave something behind. Space is probably my biggest commodity in my Rav4. I now walk through a box store and cringe at the size and bulk of all the “stuff”. I suspect that 99.99% of it is of absolutely no use to me during this phase in life. I am fully content with what I have in my car.

Rocky Mountain National Park

Rocky Mountain NP

Rocky Mountain NP

Rocky Mountain NP

Rocky Mountain NP

Rocky Mountain NP

Rocky Mountain NP

Rocky Mountain NP

Rocky Mountain NP

Elk in Rocky Mountain NP

Elk in Rocky Mountain NP

Sunset at Rocky Mountain NP

Sunset at Rocky Mountain NP

Black Canyon of Gunnison National Park

Terrain on the way to the Black Canyon of Gunnison NP

Terrain on the way to the Black Canyon of Gunnison NP

Black Canyon of Gunnison NP

Black Canyon of Gunnison NP

Black Canyon of Gunnison NP

Black Canyon of Gunnison NP

Black Canyon of Gunnison NP

Black Canyon of Gunnison NP

Black Canyon of Gunnison

Black Canyon of Gunnison

Black Canyon of Gunnison NP

Black Canyon of Gunnison NP

Great Sand Dunes National Park

Great Sand Dunes NP

Great Sand Dunes NP

Great Sand Dunes NP

Great Sand Dunes NP

Great Sand Dunes NP

Great Sand Dunes NP

New Mexico

Rio Grande Gorge

Rio Grande Gorge

Rio Grande Gorge

Rio Grande Gorge

Rio Grande Gorge

Rio Grande Gorge

Diablo Canyon near Santa Fe

Diablo Canyon near Santa Fe

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Colorado – A Home for Healing

I have currently made my way back east into Colorado. This portion of my journey has been very different. Here I have spent more time hanging out with friends and family than hiking and climbing. I didn’t realize how many people I knew here before I started scheduling dinners. It has been wonderful to catch up with people, most of which I have not seen for many years.

The most unusual visit was to a good friend who moved here to be a foster mom to teenage girls with complex backgrounds. I had been in continual contact with her, hearing about the girls’ lives however, I was quite nervous when I arrived because I know that these girls were extremely sensitive. I was afraid that I would say or do the wrong thing and cause unnecessary drama, but I wanted to meet them in person.

I made my way over when the girls were finished school and they were excited to have new company. I shot baskets, played cards, listened to music, and had dinner with them. I was mostly observing because I quickly realized that I wasn’t even sure where to start a conversation. Normally I ask about a person’s background and family, but I knew that was painful territory with these girls. Later when I asked my friend she said “we focus on the present and future plans”. What intrigued me most was how the girls interacted with each other as well as the support team at the house. It felt like I was in the middle of a Big Brother type of tv show. There was drama in every direction, be it needing another caffeine drink, an impromptu hair dye session, or teenage girl drama. There are big remnants of their pasts; I can’t imagine what it must have been like for these girls. As teenagers, they have already experienced more pain and trauma than most of us will in a lifetime. The worst part is that they have no idea what a truly loving and caring home is like. They were all placed in this house, surrounded by people who have dedicated their lives for caring for them, but all they see is a lack of freedom.

Each girl has a team of people working for them. This team includes counselors, teachers, and other advocates. All of the individuals that I met were deeply committed to their work and the thankless daily challenges. The one truly encouraging sign that I saw was in the girl who had been at the house the longest. She appeared to be in a much more emotionally stable place then the other girls. My friends shared that this was drastic progress from only a few months earlier. It is a long grueling, emotionally taxing job, but with God’s help; lives are being effected for the better. God is the only one who can truly heal these girls.

This experience made me feel fortunate for the loving home that I grew up in. I never had to question whether I had a safe place to sleep, food to eat, and people who loved me. I have always had a support system of people who deeply cared for me. I grew up with no idea that there were kids in my own country who lived lives like these girls. I would like to urge you to keep both the girls and the teams committed to helping them in your prayers.

Psalms 72: 4, 12-14 (NIV)

“May he defend the afflicted among the people and save the children of the needy; may he crush the oppressor. For he will deliver the needy who cry out, the afflicted who have no one to help. He will take pity on the weak and the needy and save the needy from death. He will rescue them from oppression and violence, for precious is their blood in his sight.”

I have intentionally only included general information about the girls and the location for their safety. If you would like more information contact me with a personal e-mail.

Pictures below are from Lake Tahoe, Great Basin National Park, and various locations in Colorado.

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Lake Tahoe

Lake Tahoe

Lake Tahoe

Lake Tahoe

Lake Tahoe

Lake Tahoe

Great Basin National Park

Great Basin National Park

Great Basin National Park

Great Basin National Park

Great Basin National Park

Great Basin National Park

Great Basin National Park

Great Basin National Park

Colorado Colors

Great Basin National Park

Colorado Sunset

Colorado Sunset

A nice Colorado lunch spot

A nice Colorado lunch spot

Gray's Peak

Gray’s Peak

Grey's Peak

Grey’s Peak

Torrey's Peak

Torrey’s Peak

Colorado Colors

Colorado Colors

Horsetooth Reservoir Sunset

Horsetooth Reservoir Sunset

Colorado

Colorado

Colorado

Colorado

Colorado

Colorado

Colorado Colors

Colorado Colors

Colorado Colors

Colorado Colors

Colorado Colors

Colorado Colors

Colorado Colors

Colorado Colors

Colorado Colors

Colorado Colors

Colorado Colors

Colorado Colors

Colorado Colors

Colorado Colors

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Yosemite – Camp 4

Six years ago I made my first trip to Yosemite National Park. At that time I did a 3 day backcountry hike and was astounded by the amazing beauty around every corner. I knew that I needed to return and spend a lot more time here. I am back and this trip is very different because I have more time and my focus is climbing rather than hiking.   When I entered the park it was hazy from the fires, but magical in its own right; as if the majestic towering cliffs were being slowly revealed to me. I spent the weekend climbing with a Fargo friend who took me to the top of a route called Hobbit Book. It was a super fun easy climb to an amazing view of the Tuolumne area. The weekend was a great reminder of how much fun easy climbing can be as well as a reality check about how much I have to learn.

The park as it was being slowly revealed through the smoky haze.

The park as it was being slowly revealed through the smoky haze.

I touched El Capitan on my first day in the park

I touched El Capitan on my first day in the park

On Monday morning I was on my own in line for a spot at camp 4. Camp 4 is a place like nowhere I’ve ever been before. It is actually a national historic site as the birthplace of modern rock climbing. It is the walk-in campground, also known as the “climbers’ camp”. Many of the climbers who established the routes, traditions, techniques, and ethics of climbing have stayed at this camp for generations. After sitting in line for 2 hours and chatting with the people around me I was allotted site 24B and wandered down to see what I would find. At my site, there was a guy who started to make small talk the quickly changed direction and said, “Let me cut to the chase, do you want to go climbing?” I got a few things out of the car, but was on the rock climbing before I even set up my tent. The next day we had 4 people from 4 different states all climbing together, all who for one reason or another were at camp 4 alone. I am astounded how connections just happen here. One friend described it as being like college, which it kind of is like a tent dormitory, but that still doesn’t fully capture it. There are people from all over the world passing through. I have met people from Austria, Brazil, England, Germany, China, Hungary, France, Slovenia, and more. Some have big goals to climb long hard routes, others like me are trying to meet people, learn, and grow. Everyone is in tents living a simple life, and the question of occupation rarely comes up. For some this is a holiday, for some an adventure, and for some it is their life. Despite climbing being the only common thread nearly everyone is friendly and respectful of each other as they enjoy the privilege of being in Yosemite.

I wonder what the world would be like if there were more places around like camp 4. More places where people weren’t judged by things and beauty but were free pursue their own targets while enjoying the splendor of life. On one of my last days I met a Spaniard who was just a joy to be around. He had just arrived in the park and being new random partners we went to climb and easy route. His English was a little broken, but the two most common phrases that he used were “no problem” and “excellent”. That light hearted free spirit reminded me that there’s no reason for me not to live with the same perspective. When things don’t go as planned it still works out, and just being able to live among so many wonders is excellent.

During my time at camp 4 I have learned a ton about crack climbing technique, multi-pitch climbing, big wall climbing, aid climbing, and trad cimbing. I even did my very first trad lead on an easy route at the base of El Capitan. (If you’re not a climber, this is the most notorious face in the USA.) I was trying to absorb knowledge from all of the experience surrounding me. I thought I would be sad to leave, but instead I drove away knowing that I will be back again soon.

My Ansel Adams impersonation

My Ansel Adams impersonation

Another Ansel Adams impersonation

Another Ansel Adams impersonation

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On top of half dome

On top of half dome

My first trad lead, the Pine Line on El Capitan

My first trad lead, the Pine Line on El Capitan

A couple of my climbing partners.

A couple of my climbing partners.

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Freelance Beta Givers Flag for my Fargo climbing friends

Freelance Beta Givers Flag for my Fargo climbing friends

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Olympic NP, Mt St Helens, Oregon Coast, and Redwoods

I almost posted an update a couple weeks ago but a miss placed cell phone caused a major change in plans. I hate to admit it, but I am extremely dependent up on that little electronic device. The whole time I was in Canada it was only a camera and alarm clock for me, but when I crossed into the US it became a GPS, phone, and internet to plan my path. So, I stopped at a little park for breakfast on my way to the coast from Mount Saint Helens and was trying to get my phone to pick up reception. An hour down the road and I could not find it anywhere. I actually drove back to the park and tore apart everything in my car looking for that silly little electronic device. At one point I was actually going through my dirty laundry in the parking lot, thinking that maybe it had somehow fallen into that bag. It was a tiny little town, but I managed to find a park manager and found out that park had been cleaned in the time between when I left and returned to the park and nothing was found. All logic told me that it had to be in the car, but I could not find it anywhere. I started to realize that I hadn’t backed up pictures for ages, all of my Mt St Helen pictures were on the phone, it had all of my contact information for people, I was feeling totally lost. In the midst of this, I had just finished reading a book about how people finding Jesus is ultimately what matters most, but all that I could think about was this silly little phone. I actually inquired to what the cost of a new one would be, and was driving to Portland to make an expensive stop, when I reached down in the gap between the drivers’ seat and console one more time, but this time I felt something that didn’t match. I was so relieved, I had looked there about 18 times, but in one last attempt it showed up. So, that was half a day, intended to be spent in a coffee shop posting an update turned into a frantic hunt for a phone.

I’m a bit disappointed in myself to be so dependent on technology. I thought that the fact I hadn’t used it in Canada meant that I was doing all right, but that all changed in a heartbeat. I have been traveling using both GPS and a map, but am still too dependent on this little device. Are you overly dependent on technology? What would you do if your phone or laptop were suddenly taken from you?

With that side note I’ll get back to the fun adventures.

The journey has continued back into the good old USA. Since the last time I wrote I spent a bit more time in the Canadian Rockies then made my way south into eastern Washington. The day that I crossed back into the US proved to be memorable. In the morning I decided to check out the skaha bluffs rock climbing area and see if I might get lucky enough to climb a route or two. It was a fantastic crag with routes that looked like fun all over. I hung out most of the morning, but people didn’t start rolling in until around noon (I should have known better than to expect climbers in the morning). I climbed one really easy route with a couple and was about to give up. I am really bad at asking for anything, especially when I know that it’s inconveniencing someone else, particularly a stranger. But I wandered a little farther and came across a mother daughter pair who were in over their heads. I watched them climb for a while and when they had given up I “offered” to finish the route so they could get their gear back. It was a fun little climb, and gave me the chance to try a route, but was a really a copout of me asking for help. Due to the lifestyle I’ve chosen I am going to be in this type of situation more, so I need to give up my pride and be willing to ask for a favor.

More Canadian Rockies

More Canadian Rockies

Emerald Lake

Emerald Lake

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Spiral train track, that is actually all the same train making a spiral into the mountain

Spiral train track, that is actually all the same train making a spiral into the mountain

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After the morning at the climbing crag I made my way back into the US. My plan was to travel to the North Cascades national park. Unfortunately it was storming out and I was probably 40 miles away when I was stopped and told that a mudslide had blocked the road and it would be closed for at least a day. So, I changed directions and headed south to Wenatchee. It was a crazy night in eastern Washington as they were fighting both fires and mudslides in the midst of the storm. I eventually found a place to park for the night and held tight until morning.

After that I headed to Seattle to meet up with a couple friends that I hadn’t seen in ages. It was great to be able to just hang out and catch-up, as a lot had happed in all of our lives. I was also very appreciative of a hot shower and a warm bed for the weekend. I’ll probably write more about that someday, but they are definitely things that I no longer take for granted.

From Seattle I took the ferry to Olympic National Park. I think that this is probably the most diverse national park that I have been to. It is really segmented, but it has mountains, glaciers, forests, rainforests, beaches, and a spit. I didn’t even know what a spit was, but now I’ve walked on one. My first couple days there had beautiful weather, I drove to obstruction point to go for a scenic hike. It was fantastic, I even got an excellent view of Mount Olympus. What I didn’t know is that that was the only view of Mount Olympus that I would have. As I made my way around the sound visiting different regions the weather was much more overcast. This is probably more a function of my location than a true change in weather, I enjoyed the exploration either way.

Dungeness Spit

Dungeness Spit

Dungeness Spit

Dungeness Spit

People with lots of time on their hands

People with lots of time on their hands

Obstruction Point hike and Mount Olympus

Obstruction Point hike and Mount Olympus

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A foggy beach

A foggy beach

Rainforest

Rainforest

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A tree growing on a nurse log

A tree growing on a nurse log

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On my obstruction point trail I met a couple local guys who were giving recommendations and they told me about hiking Mount Saint Helens. I didn’t know much about it, but they told me I could drive near the top, then hike the last couple hundred feet, but needed to buy a permit. So, when I had internet I looked up the permits and bought one, then looked at the trail. I’m not sure what they were talking about, the hike was 5 miles with 4000ft of elevation gain. I don’t care who you are, that’s a lot of elevation FAST. It was broken into three sections, 2 miles of forest, 2 miles of “boulder field”, and 1 mile of sandy ashy stuff. I camped up at the trailhead and woke up early, so headed out on the trail a little before 6. It turned out to be fantastic timing because I got to watch the sun rise next to Mount Adams at a clearing near the top of the forest. It was a slow path to the top, and it felt like I was hiking above the clouds, because I was. That day had low level clouds, so I had a view both into a crater and of the surrounding volcanic mountains. It was excellent.

My first view of Mt St Helens

My first view of Mt St Helens

Approaching the trailhead

Approaching the trailhead

The crater rim and Mt Adams

The crater rim and Mt Adams

The crater and Mt Rainier

The crater and Mt Rainier

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I'm kind of holding Mt Rainier

I’m kind of holding Mt Rainier

Lava Canyon

Lava Canyon

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Spirit Lake:  This lake was extremely acidic after the eruption, but could support life again after only 10 yrs.

Spirit Lake: This lake was extremely acidic after the eruption, but could support life again after only 10 yrs.

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500 ft hike to this beautiful waterfall

500 ft hike to this beautiful waterfall

After this, it was Labor Day weekend. What does a person who’s traveling for life do for a Holiday weekend? After a fair bit of contemplation I decided to hide in the woods. I visited a couple more angles of Mount Saint Helen, and was very glad I had climbed on Friday as it had the least clouds, but in general I hid in the woods with a couple books.

After my cell phone mishap I made my way to the Oregon coast and spent the next 4 days stopping at various beaches along the way. Along the way I saw beaches, lighthouses, rock formations, whales, seals, sea lions, birds, and more. It really is fantastically beautiful all along that coast. It was slow progress because I didn’t want to pass by any of the beaches without seeing them.

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Next came a meander through the giant redwoods in northern California. It’s pretty phenomenal to think about the fact that these trees are up to 2,000 years old. That means that some of them may have been seedlings when Jesus was walking the earth. It’s amazing to think about all of the things that they have survived, and humans have destroyed more of these giants than anything else. A lot of the park was actually information about logging and all of the trees that were harvested.

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I’m a bit nervous about the next part of the journey. I am approaching Yosemite and which point the trip will change from wide open random travels to a much more focused climbing adventure. I am glad that I’ve taken this time to reset my mind in these wanderings but I’m also looking forward to being a bit more settled and focused during the next phase. I think that if I had gone directly to Yosemite I would have treated climbing like a job. As it currently stands, I’m not sure what it will look like, but I know it will be very different from this past month and a half.

Random Thought: Matthew 7:13-14 is an often preached text about taking the narrow road to get to heaven, but what if we think of this as a trail? At times I’ve been following a path and I didn’t know where exactly it was going. I didn’t know where the twists and turns would go, or where I might have a steep climb, I just hoped that it would open up to something grand at some point along the way. And the length of the path was not necessarily linked to the magnificence of what I saw along the way. I have been down trails that were miles long, and were a bit disappointing. I’ve also be down short trails that were fabulous. I went on a 500ft trail to a really beautiful little waterfall. I think that in a way the trail can represent God’s path for us. He doesn’t give us a full map, we don’t know the topography of when we’ll be going up and when we’ll be going down. We just know that if we trust him and believe in him, he will eventually take us to the most magnificent place, heaven.

Random Thought 2: I am currently fairly disconnected from the current events of the day, but I have read a little about ISIS and the persecution that is occurring. The pastor at my church in Fargo wrote an article about how we as Christians should respond and suggested that we all pray every day at noon. So, I programmed an alarm in my phone and the first time that it went off I happened to be on a trail and the memory verses I was reviewing at that moment were on the topic of being steadfast.

1 Cor 15:58 “Therefore, my dear brothers, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain.”

Hebrews 12:3 “Consider him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.”

At that point I realized that I didn’t know how to pray for the persecuted church, but those verses sounded like a pretty good prayer. I have kept that daily alarm in my phone and continue to pray both for a reprieve for the persecution and for the Christians to remain steadfast.

If you’d like to read what Pastor Matthew had to say, here’s a link to his blog post. http://www.pastormatthew.net/responding-to-isis-prayer-care-military-action/

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Weary Feet and a Happy Heart

This is going to be a segmented note because I’ve been traveling for nearly 3 weeks and you haven’t heard much of anything.

Leaving North Dakota

My first true day of unemployment ended up being spent at an amusement park with family. It seemed like an ironic way to be spending it, but it was great to spend some time with the Schipulls’. After that the chaos of trying to empty the house ensued. After 4 years in the house, I had stuff in every little cubby hole and corner. Every item had to be moved to somewhere, be it storage, to a new buyer, to a donation site, to the garbage, or to my car. In the midst of this chaos I wanted to be spending time with people. There were so many goodbyes, or really, “see you laters”. I’ve made a lot of good friends in my time in Fargo/Moorhead, and I’m expecting to pass through someday. The see you laters continued through Grand Forks, Minot, and Williston. My first true exploration came in the North Unit of Theodore Roosevelt National Park. It is really a neat park. I took my bike out on a little of the Mah Dah Hay Trail and the little bit I did was fantastic. The next day was actually a race over the fully 100 miles. I contemplated it momentarily, but I am really not a good mountain biker, so I explored a few of the area forts instead.

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Montana

The next day I ventured into Montana, driving as far a Fort Peck along Highway 2. I stopped at a campground there and spent a day exploring the lake and the hydroelectric Dam. I also learned quite a bit about the dinosaurs that used to live in the area.

On Sunday I took off for Glacier. I thought I’d have a better chance of getting a campsite, but by the time I arrived they were already full. The next morning I got up early just to get a spot in the Two Medicines campground. They have this silly system where in a super busy campground you just drive around and wait for someone to leave, then grab the site. I drove around for nearly 30min and was almost ready to give up when I came across the camp host. She was amazing, she was sweet and encouraging. She convinced me that I would get a spot with patience. She was right and I got a great spot overlooking the mountains.

The next 3 days were filled with hikes to great overlooks and sweet waterfalls. The best was an 18 mile hike around Pitamakan pass and Dawson Pass. It spent about 3 miles at high elevation overlooking fantastic views. I ventured up to Many Glaciers for a day as well, but decided not to fight the campgrounds again. Instead I did a long hike to Ptarmigan Tunnel and Iceberg Lake. Along the way I met a cool old lady named Linda. She was 70yrs old and I could hardly keep up with her. She had come down with a group of old ladies from Alberta who hike every Thursday, but none of them wanted to go as far as Linda. It was great to have company for the day. Iceberg Lake was also pretty cool as it had chunks of ice floating in it. After the hike I drove the going to the sun road at sunset.

Next I started heading toward Canada. I decided I wanted to stay another night in the USA because I had heard it was cheaper, plus I thought I’d get cell service one more time. As I was driving I passed by a beautiful lake, and there was a sign for camping. The next sign said the campground was full, but I decided to ask anyway. Right at the entrance I met the hosts, and sure enough there was 1 site remaining. I took it, went for a short hike then sat by the lake watching people play in the lake, wishing I could waterski. Later that evening I was talking to the hosts again and they actually connected me with some Canadians for a ski the next day. It was wonderful, I started the day with the best ski of the season for me. I spent all day out in the boat with them, saw sit ski in use for the first time, and gave wake surfing a try. I am extremely grateful to these new friends for allowing me to spend a day with them, and also for the camp hosts for making the connection. That evening I was sitting by the water looking at the nearly full moon reflecting on the day and the host had to yell at some people messing around on the dock. Afterwards she came over and sat with me for a couple minutes and I commented that that was the bad part of the job, and thanked her again for making my day possible. Her response was, but this is the good part of the job. The hosts were truly a sweet couple.

My campsite at Two Medicines

My campsite at Two Medicines

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Iceberg Lake

Iceberg Lake

Canadian Rockies

This section may not be fully complete since I’m still here, but so far the mountains are wonderful. I’ve been all the way from Banff to Jasper and back again. The highlight so far was definitely my little 3 day back country venture. I had given up on the concept of back country because I couldn’t get passes in Glacier, but they were available here. The gal at the info desk hooked me up with a nice low key (8-18 km/day) hike through popular campgrounds. I packed up my stuff and started off on the trek. There’s something wonderful about heading off into the woods away from civilization. There were lots of great views, but the biggest excitement came as I was approaching the first campground.

I was along the north shore of Baker Lake, not being as loud as I probably should have been when something caught my eye up to the left. I looked over and about 40 yards away was a bear. My heart started racing and my mind started running through all the instructions for bear encounters. I pulled out my bear spray, put my sunglasses on, started talking softly to him and backing away. He didn’t seem to care that I was there and cut right in front of my path to take a dip in the lake. This whole time I was backing up slowly debating what to do next, he was between me and the campground, and frankly, quite close to the campground. I was definitely praying for guidance. He didn’t swim for long before he hopped out of the water and started up my trail, coming right toward me. Now my heart was really pumping, but he still didn’t seem to care that I was there. He got within about 15 yards of me before cutting off the trail and heading off into the woods behind me. I turned around and backed slowly in the other direction. So for me, Baker Lake is known as Bear Lake. I made my way to camp and there were 4 women there whom I recounted my story to. Even in the backcountry it’s good to have people around.

A thought from the encounter; how often do you think that we are scared silly about something, when the other side doesn’t even really care that we exist? That bear was just going about his business, he didn’t care the slightest about me.

The campsite along Baker Lake was absolutely beautiful. I spent the evening reading a book by the bank, fantastic!! The next day I continued to Merlin Meadows where I connected with a couple gentlemen who were also Christians. It was an instant topic because when I came across them I was practicing my Bible memory verses to be make noise. I hiked most of the way to the Merlin Lake with them. We also wandered to around the lake and touched some snow that may or may not have been very old snow. On my last day I hiked out over deception pass which was an absolutely amazing view. I almost had a hard time hiking out because I really didn’t want to leave the area.

 

Another Campsite

Another Campsite

Beautiful Flowers

Beautiful Flowers

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Lake Louise

Lake Louise

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Do you see the bear??

Do you see the bear??

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A fork in the road...

A fork in the road…

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Columbia Icefield

Columbia Icefield

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Random thought

While talking to myself, as a bear deterrent, along the trail I’ve worked on memory verses, made up songs, prayed, talked to the bears, and simply talked to myself. One particular song I made up was about weary feet and a happy heart. It was a good one, I just wish I remembered how it went… This first came up at the end of my long hike in Glacier. I was thinking about how fortunate I am and how wonderful the hike was, but also how sore my feet were. This idea of weary feet and a happy heart has been recurring on additional hikes. I started thinking about the disciples walking all over the countryside with Jesus. I was thinking that they may have had similar thoughts. Can you image the excitement, joy, and amazement of seeing Jesus perform miracles and listening to his teaching on a daily basis? It also made me wonder about all of the miles between the stories that are recorded in the Bible. How many more lessons and parables do you think the disciples head? Weary feet and a happy heart, have you ever experienced this?

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The Reason for the Title

I am a person who rarely remembers dreams.  If I do, it is typically fuzzy and only lasts for a short time before I forget it.  On the morning of December 2, 2013 something unusual happened. No, I didn’t remember a dream but I must have had one. On that particular morning I woke up repeating urgently over and over again these words, “Love People – Every step of the way”.  I wish I could remember the dream that led to this but I am grateful for these words.

I’ve thought about these words a lot over the last few months. I’m pretty sure it’s a beautiful message from God. It matches wonderfully with his the message in scripture. John 13: 34-35 is one of my favorite verses and it fits perfectly.

“A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.”   – John 13: 34-45

These verses are fantastically simple but powerful. Love, Love, Love. I like to break this down into parts.

A new command I give you: Love one another – this is a simple but challenging command. How do we love one another?

As I have loved you, so you must love one another – there is no greater love than that of Christ. What a complete sincere love, being willing to give his life for my sins. I am so underserving, but he still loves me completely.

By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another – our actions toward one another say more than words ever can. People will see that there is something different by the way we love on another, and this alone will make them seek what that difference is.

The second half of my message was “Every step of the way”. I have considered this portion a lot as well. It could be through every challenge in an individual’s life. It could be to love everyone I meet, making sure to show God’s love in simple interactions. It could be that through my journeys I’ll come across specific people needing love. For now, I’m assuming that it’s all of the above.

As a new adventure beings, I will be doing my best to “Love People – Every step of the way”.

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How it Started

If you’ve found your way to this blog you have shown some level of interest in knowing why I decided to give up what many consider the “American Dream” in favor of a path of uncertainty.  For practical purposes, I had everything I needed.  I was safe and secure with a good job.  The only thing missing from the typical American dream was a husband and kids running around in the backyard.  I’m not sure where to start the story, but I’ll give it a shot here.

I have been working for Caterpillar for 8 years.  It’s been a very good 8 years. I’ve lived in 3 states, met lots of great people, and learned a ton.  I have learned how to run a project, how to efficiently troubleshoot problems, and how speak more effectively.

Approximately one year ago I had my greatest success as a Caterpillar employee.  It was the day that a technology I had been fostering for 2+ years was first operated in our production plant. I was elated to see it turn on for the first time.  That evening I was driving home and suddenly became distraught.  I still can’t explain exactly what happened or exactly why, but I broke down in tears on my 15min drive.  I felt so alone in this success that it felt meaningless.  Work has never been quite the same since that point. I still like the technologies, the people I worked with, and the fact that in the remanufacturing business we are making mining slightly more environmentally friendly.  Yet, I just couldn’t shake the unsettled feeling.

As time progressed I started to think more and more about other opportunities, but would get distracted by the day to day rigmarole.  I started to think more and more about things that I could do to have more to spread God’s glory and have an impact on our world.  From this point I slowly came to a point of contentment with the idea of not having a home or a secure income.  I can’t put an exact date on this, but sometime early in 2014 I reached this point.  From there I tried a little more to research other options and became overwhelmed with the multitude of possibilities.  I would periodically look into things, but had no clarity as to what was really right.

Then one day, I realized that the only thing holding me back was me.  I know God has a bigger better plan for me and I knew that I was not finding that in my current situation.  As a result I am stepped out onto a grand adventure. I have worked my last day and sold my house.  I am fully jobless and homeless. I should probably be scared but in reality I am excited.  I am going to be doing two things that I love; exploring God’s creation and looking for the right next step in life.

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