Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Merry Christmas


Christmas day in Mill Creek Canyon.

Jen was scheduled to work on Christmas day. The 5am phone call told her, “hey just take the day off.” So she did. She just laid around the house eating leftover Christmas candy and cookies and watching TV. Not! She suggested we go for a cross country ski trip up her favorite canyon. It is her favorite because it is the only one of the canyons that allows Uma to accompany her.

It was a beautiful day for such an outing. So beautiful in fact that we had to park at the 3rd parking lot from the main lot there were so many people enjoying the canyon. But by the time we had skied 2 miles we were pretty much out of the crowds, and off of the snow packed road. Now there were only two ski tracks through a foot and a half of fresh powder.



It was crisp up there. The thermometer said 15 degrees when we started. I suspect by the time we turned around it was around 0. It was ok as long as you were moving, and had shoes on. Uma was beginning to get pretty uncomfortable and when we started down, Jen put her on her back. Other than the people thinking she had the ugliest baby in the state, it went pretty good.


Christmas Eve we spent at Alta with Amy. We downhill skied that day. It was a pretty day until about 1pm when the wind started to blow and by 3 the snow was pelting us pretty hard so we wrapped it up. We went down the hill a little way to Snowbird where we attended the Christmas Eve service they have there each year.

They had asked me to preach the sermon, those were their words. But the storm coming in kept the pianist and the music leader from showing up. So in addition to preaching the sermon I was also privileged to lead the music without accompaniment.

I preached on The Birthday of a King. Using Philippians 2 I pointed out that Jesus’ birth was different than any other in that He was not born and then grew to be a king. He was King who emptied himself to become like us. When Joseph held the baby in his arms he was holding the creator of the universe. When Mary nuzzled his neck and kissed his face she was kissing the face of God.

I quoted from the song “Mary Did You Know,” The baby you delivered will soon deliver you.

I talked about the Herod and the Wise men in all of us. There is a Herod in me that resents another wanting authority in the kingdom of my life. But there is a wise man too, that if I will allow, will fall down and worship the Lord Jesus.

All in all it was a good Christmas. We heard from Nathan and his Amy as they celebrated in Texas. Krista called from North Carolina and helped us talk to Andrew. He said “hi” to me, on cue. (along with hanging up on us two or three times) That was special. Josh surprised us with a call from Afghanistan. He had “borrowed” a satellite phone and called from the top of a building in the north east corner of the country.



We talked to our families and some other friends throughout the day. Our plan of Green Chile Enchiladas for Christmas dinner fell through though. After the 6 mile ski trip, we were content to eat some left over chicken and call it a day.

I pray you each have a wonderful new year, a really happy 2008.

God Bless

Monday, December 03, 2007

Rediscovered Gems

While cleaning off my desk this morning I discovered an old pocket notebook. I have no idea how it appeared on my desk, except that in moving things have been displaced. Trying to fit all the tools from the two room suite Holladay provided for me into one little room at home that Jen allows me to use things are bound to show up in odd places.

It was one of those little pocket notebooks that I carried to make short notes in. It is from over 10 years ago. I thought you might be interested in some of the tidbits.

Jesus spoke of men who were alive as if they were dead. Paul spoke of men who were dead as if they were alive. –Rev. John Watson, Moab, Utah, at a funeral service 8/12/1983

God didn’t say to go into the world and pray. He said to go into the world and witness, and we can go into our schools and witness. –Dr. Frank Pollard

After holding hands in a circle of fellowship looking in we should turn around and hold hands in a circle looking out. –unknown

3 frogs are sitting on a log, one decides to jump off. How many are left? . . . Answer: 3. Just because you decide to do something doesn’t mean you do it.

The medical definition of death is a body that does not change.

Be anxious for nothing, prayerful, in every thing thankful, this is God’s will for you. ---Apostle Paul

7 first words of the church—“I can do all things through Christ”
7 last words of the church—“We never did it that way before”

Jesus can turn water into wine, but he can’t turn whining into anything.

Do you believe in God? I am not impressed. It is no big deal. You are in the company of the devil. He believes in god. Do you believe God? That is impressive! That is a big deal!

It is the voice of the church that is heard in singing together. It is not you that sings, it is the church that is singing, and you, as a member of the church may share in its song. – Dietrich Bonhoeffer

Questions for the believer:
In what area of your life is it hardest to obey the Lord?
What would your spouse say is your greatest contribution to his/her life?
What are you most apt to lie about?
What Christian character trait is your trademark?
What Christian character trait do you most lack?

A note made after attending a state board meeting of the New Mexico Fellowship of Christian Athletes. “Today I saw more concern for the lost expressed that in any Deacon meeting, Denomination meeting, Pastor meeting, that I have ever attended.”

For what it is worth. Have a great day.

Pastor Rodger

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

American Courage

In the political climate we live in today we desperately need a good word about America and Americans. I don't know about you, but one of the most discouraging parts of our political system is the constant tearing down.

Men and women running for office make an effort to tell us how bad everything is in order to get us to vote for them so they can make it right. When the truth is, most of us have it pretty good.

The UN just announced that the best country to live in is Iceland. The 12th best country to live in is the United States of America. You can go ahead and migrate but as for me, and 6 million illegal aliens, we think we will stick here.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20071127/ts_nm/un_development_index_dc

If with all the bad news about America you would like a little refreshment I have just the prescription for you. It is a book compiled by Herbert W. Warden III entitled, American Courage

American Courage is a collection of short stories recounting the courage of Americans from the Pilgrims at Plymouth Plantation to the Heroes aboard United flight 93 that crashed into the Pennsylvania countryside on September 11, 2001. I read this last story with tears in my eyes as the men and women aboard called their families, and realizing what was happening, made the fatal decision to keep Flight 93 from crashing into a building full of people.

I don't doubt that a book about Icelanders, Norweigans, Swedes, Canadians, French, could be published. The courage of these peoples may equal that of the American stories published, but they can never surpass them.

With each political hack from Hillary to Mitt to Fred to John I have to listen to, I am going to remember the stories of American Courage and remind myself, "Hey, things aren't all together that bad."

God Bless.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

To Tie or Not toTie

What a depressing feature. For over a millennium a properly dressed gentleman wore a neck tie. The tie serves no purpose except to hide the top button on a shirt. Perhaps it gives your girl a handle to grab you and pull you down to her face for a kiss, but that has never happened to me. Nor has a bad guy every grabbed my tie to direct me like the reigns on a horse, though that would certainly be a possibility.

We have been fighting the tyranny of the necktie for years now and we have made some progress. While here in Utah a trip to the ward meeting finds a bevy of white shirts and ties, a worship experience in most other venues finds very few ties. Many times no one is wearing a tie except the pastor and maybe one or two old timers who still believe it the dress code for the Lord’s house. At our church not even the preacher wears a tie. Usually he is wearing Jeans and sandals. We are making progress. Down with tyranny of the necktie!!

Just as this progress begins to register I see a feature this morning on CBS about the comeback of the tie. Once again the 20 somethings in our culture are rejecting the progress we have made toward liberty. Sales of neckties are up to that age group. It is becoming fashionable to wear a necktie again.

Some of the reasons given are,
It gives me a feeling of empowerment.
It gives me an air of respectability.
It makes me feel like I have one up on everyone else.
I feel more dependable with a tie.
I feel so stylish.
I feel like a good businessman.

Excuse me while I barf. A neck tie makes me feel non of those things. It makes my neck hurt. Wearing one too long chafes my neck. I feel trapped and totally a victim of the tyrant called culture whenever I am wearing one.

The interviewer on the news cast talked with a clothing salesman. The salesman in trying to make the case for wearing ties said “a tie ups the look a little.” I would say, “it ties up the neck a little.”

He said, that it “even dresses up Jeans. It is an interesting piece that makes one stand out more.”

Excuse me again. Ok, I am back. The documentary concluded with on the street interviews with one saying it makes me feel “clean, smooth, and proper.”

One last time, please excuse me.

I am old enough now that I can forget wearing ties. I don’t plan to wear one very often, only when not wearing one would be rude. But the 20 somethings are messing up their own lives, as well as the lives of those who follow. If they want to chafe their necks and wear a bridle, it is up to them. Go for it.

One last question. Why would a “postmodern” want to sell out to the “modern” culture of men’s wear and tie a noose around their own necks?

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Lost Leisure, or Writers where are you?

Oh no! TV writers are on strike. Whatever will we do. I won’t be able to watch my favorite TV shows like, well like, uh like. . . Gee I don’t guess I watch any TV shows. Actually that is not true. I sometimes remember to watch Jay Leno on Monday nights when he shows headlines. But that is it. Last year I watched 24, but 24 episodes of Jack Bauer stretches even professional writers to the limit.

So what can we do for leisure? I got an email from Amazon telling me that since I had bought a movie on DVD they were sending me the names of some other movies I might like to see. I am scratching my head for sure. What is it about watching The Bourne Supremacy that would make Amazon think I would be interested in two musicals, Hairspray and High School Musical 2?

I don’t think I will order them. Although I did watch a musical the other night. Some friends invited us to dinner and then offered to show us the musical 1776. Trying to be gracious guests we agreed and surprisingly I enjoyed the show. Like my dad said, “It was pretty good except for the musical part.” It is the story of the writing and signing of the Declaration of Independence. John Adams and Thomas Jefferson were pretty good signers, but fell short as singers.

My favorite leisurely pastime is not affected by the TV writers strike. I just finished a biography of Johnny Unitas, called Johnny U. Subtitled The Life and Times of John Unitas it is as much about professional football in the 50’s and 60’s as it is about Johnny. It is a great read. Caution: the author, Tom Callahan doesn’t pull any punches when recording the locker room language.

How are you going to make it through a TV writers strike. The good news is there won’t be any new shows assaulting our senses with bad language, sexual escapades, and poor plots. The bad news is they will probably just show reruns with bad language, sexual escapades, and poor plots.

Turn the TV off and try a good book. Johnny U is a good one and you won’t miss the language you are used to on TV. The Worst Hard Time is a good history of the dust bowl days of the depression. You will be depressed too about the conditions in the great plains during the 30's. Next for me is a John Grisham book about football, Playing for Pizza.

Thursday, November 01, 2007

De Ja Vue

De Ja Vue. Does that mean, it happened again. Well anyway, it happened again.

I was playing golf with my friend Mark, also known as Golden Bear, though not because of his golfing prowess. As a matter of fact, not braggadocio, I had trounced him on the front nine. We were now on the fourth hole of the back nine and we were tied. We were keeping track of strokes and holes, and we were even on the back.

On the fourth hole we were both on the green in three. He had a 10 foot point to win the hole and he not only missed it, he hit it so far by the hole he didn’t lose his turn. I put my hands to my throat and taunted, just like A-Rod. Can’t do it when the chips are down.

Neil, the duffer we were playing with, kind of laughed, then he looked right at me and said, “Did anyone ever tell you that you look like Joe Torre?” Mark and I almost fainted with laughter and poor Neil didn’t understand what he had said. Mark explained it as I lined up my putt to win the hole.

I don’t know if you are aware of the dilemma of this situation. You see, I don’t mind being the look-a-like of the manager of the Yankees. However, it is looking more and more like Torre will make a deal to manage the Dreaded LA Dodgers.

LA is one of the teams most mentioned to be in the running to take on the mega contract of the home run hitting, clutch time choking, A Rodriquez.

Just to make it clear. I don’t root for the Dodgers, period. Even if one is my alter ego, look-a-like, and the other the player most likely to erase Barry Bonds from the record list. Bronco fans don’t root for the Raiders, Jazz fans don’t root for the Bulls, and Yankee fans don’t root for the Dodgers. This Yankee fan would even root for the Red Sox if they were playing the Dodgers in the world series.

So my dilemma becomes obvious. Of course, since I won’t be wearing an LA hat, maybe people won’t be so quick to recognize the similarities as when Joe and I were both wearing the hat of Baseballs all time greatest franchise.

Joe, Joe, have you no standards?

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Partisanship, Iraqi Style

The only difference between the sunni/shia conflict in Iraq and the Republican/Democrat conflict in the US is we don’t use weapons…yet.

Other than that, the partisanship in America is every bit as vitriolic as the partisanship in Iraq. The Iraqi parliament cannot do anything because of the partisanship. How is that different than our own congress. They can’t seem to get anything accomplished because the democrats blame Bush for everything wrong, and the Republicans blame Democrats for all that is wrong and they spend their time and energy throwing barbs at each other. The only difference between Washington and Baghdad is American barbs are mostly verbal and sometimes legal.

Time magazine this week is a prime example. The president’s daughter has written a book about a teenage mother living with HIV. So the question to her is about the Bush’s administration hindering HIV/AIDS relief. “Aids is the fault of the Bush Administration.”

In the letters section a letter writer from California is responding to an essay about Brian Belichick and the New England Patriot’s cheating incident. Listen to this brilliant statement. “Even worse, this same attitude has allowed the Bush Administration to commit crimes against the constitution and the world.” Any occasion, even a football scandal, is legitimate for throwing barbs at the enemy.

Later in the letters section a writer from Jordan says that if President Bush could be persuaded to withdraw troops from Iraq and Afghanistan and stop Israel from abusing the Palestinians the problem of violent radicalism in the Muslim world could be stopped. Did terrorism begin when we sent troops to Iraq and Afghanistan or did we send troops because of terrorism? Don’t let facts get in the way of our partisanship.

In the first 12 pages of Time Bush is accused of keeping AIDS from being cured, committing crimes against the world and constitution and causing terrorism in the Middle East.

Instead of seeing all of these as problems we could be working on together, we are content, and Republicans are as guilty of it as Democrats, we are content to just set back and blame the other guy. They do the same thing in Iraq except they are not content with verbal assassination, they practice the real thing.

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Crater Lake



Last time we were at Fish Lake down by Richfield we found a trail head to Crater Lakes. No one we talked to anywhere had ever heard of Crater Lakes. There they were on the map though, and there was the trail head for a hike to the lakes. An unhiked trail to Jen is like an uneaten enchilada to me. “We will have to come back sometime and hike up to Crater Lakes.”

Well, this weekend was the sometime. John, Charma, Jen, and I began our hike to Crater Lakes on Friday morning. As we were gathering equipment at the trailhead three young people came back down the trail. I struck up conversation with them, specifically because I wanted to know if there was any use in carrying a fishing pole to the lakes.

“Are you planning to fish Crater Lakes?” he asked while eyeing my pole with a hint of humor in his eyes.

“We were thinking about it. Are there any fish in the Crater Lakes?”

“I don’t know. I have never been there.” He said. I took him at his word then, but later, after I had hauled fishing gear for 10 miles, I have my doubt he was very sincere. “You can let me know when you get back.”

The Forest Service trail sign said 2 miles to North Crater Lake. One thing we learned on the Appalachian Trail is that Forest Service signs are notoriously wrong. For example, the sign at North Crater Lake pointing back the way we had come said “Trail head 3 miles.” We all know that it isn’t 2 miles up and 3 miles down. How far is it really? The pedometer I have on my belt said we had walked 3.6 miles when we got to the 3 miles down sign.

And the Lake? What Lake? There isn’t any lake here. But I guess North Crater Lake sounds much classier than North Crater, which is what we found. We walked to South Crater Lake and while there still wasn’t much fishing, there was at least some water. The picture is South Crater Puddle.

Between the two lakes we jumped a small group of deer, does and fawns. We watched them scatter and then continued to South Lake. On our way back, just minutes later, we saw two fawns come back to the clearing. They were mewing like cats, calling for their mamas. I said, “Listen, they are calling for mom.” Jen wouldn’t believe me. She was sure I was making it up and what she was hearing was a bird and that as soon as she believed me that it was the deer I would laugh at her. Maybe I have fed her too many lines over the 41 years we have been together.

While we were eating lunch a horseman with a pack horse came into the North Crater. We thought about hiking out the way he had come in. Unfortunately we didn’t have a map. In front of us though was an unhiked trail. Jen wanted to hike it for an hour to see if it went anywhere. Charma wanted to go that way because she didn’t want to have to back down the steep trail we had come up. For once, John and I prevailed and we continued around the crater back to the trail we came up.

When we arrived back at the trail head, we looked at the map closely and discovered that the alternate trail did return to the trail head. Only it was about 4 times as long. That would have turned our ten mile hike into a 20 mile hike at least. Shoot! We might be still walking.

John and I made up a great story about all the fish we caught. Of course we didn’t bring any of them down the mountain because we practiced catch and release. And if I ever run into the guy who told me he had never been there with the glint of laughter in his eye, I am going to show him this picture of all the brookies we caught at South Crater Lake.


The next day, Saturday, we drove the Tahoe up the backside of the mountain to the same two crater lakes. I would say we wasted the day before by hiking to where we could have driven. But then, there would still be an unhiked trail on the plate. At least if we had driven there first, we wouldn’t have carried fishing gear for 10 miles.

On the bright side. I bought a new brace for my knee that I wore when we started down hill. I didn’t have any problems with my knee. Tomorrow I am going to get some orthopedic inserts for my shoes that will supposedly line the leg bones up so I will have less trouble. On a scale of 1 – 10, a return next May to the Appalachian Trail is approaching 6 ½.

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Why Not Mittens? Part 2

Just a follow up. What did I say about the LDS church using a Romney presidency to proselytize. Check out the following news item in today's Salt Lake Tribune.

Understand, I don't fault the LDS church for taking this opportunity. They have the right to do so. I just don't want to be a part of it.

Just say no to Mitt Romney.

http://www.sltrib.com/Salt%20Lake%20Tribune%20Home%20Page/ci_7062785

Monday, September 24, 2007

Why Not Mitt?

Mitt Romney is admittedly an attractive candidate. He has business experience, governing experience, he is tall, good looking, and has an attractive wife. He is correct on most of the issues we are concerned about. At least the current edition of Mitt Romney is pro life, pro family, and conservative on fiscal issues and foreign policy. So why would I be opposed to voting for him?

If you read the news magazines evangelicals oppose Romney because of the doctrinal differences with the LDS church. Evangelicals believe Mormonism is a cult along the lines of Branch Davidism only a "more acceptable to our culture cult" like Jehovah’s Witnesses.

We are electing a president not voting on a Pastor. We don’t choose presidents on the basis of doctrine. They don’t have to agree with the gospel to be a good president. Make no mistake, while Mitt talks about the gospel, it is a different gospel. I don’t oppose Mitt based on the heretical doctrines of the LDS Church to which he belongs.

A lot of news sources believe opposition to Romney is based on the polygamy factor. The LDS church officially ended its ties with polygamy in 1890 although the unofficial acceptance continued for at least another generation. Even today there are many polygamists in Utah and if they will just keep their beliefs to themselves they go un molested although the young girls, 13 and 14 years old married off to uncles and cousins are not so lucky. See the Warren Jeff’s rape trial. http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,231017,00.html

But Romney is not pro polygamy, nor do I believe his election will either make polygamy more or less acceptable or prevalent.

So what is my opposition to Romney based on? Romney grew up in the LDS church. Just like all good Mormon boys he was baptized at age 8, joined the Aaronic priesthood at 12 and became a deacon, became a member of the Melchizedec priesthood thus becoming an elder when he was 18. Before returning to BYU and marrying Ann he served as a missionary in France. Those are all the actions of a cultural Mormon and would describe most of the young men growing up in a Mormon home. But does he really believe?

ABC reporter Terry Moran asked Mitt on Nightline, January 29, 2007 Would you describe yourself as a devout Mormon? True believer?"

Romney answered, “Absolutely. I'm proud of my faith. It's part of my heritage.” USA Today asked Romney if he would disagree with any aspect of LDS church? His response: "I wouldn't take it upon myself to try in any way to distance myself from my faith. I love my church. I am not going to pick and choose doctrines and beliefs." USA Today 3/12/2007

That being the case, let me tell you a few things Mitt Romney believes about you and your faith.

1. He believes that your faith, unless it is LDS, is corrupt. Mormonism was founded on the first vision of Joseph Smith who said God told him that all the religions were corrupt and all their professors were corrupt. Professors was not a word talking about teachers as we use the word, but to all those who profess to believe.

Every Sunday when Mitt and Ann attend the local ward meeting they hear from every speaker that the LDS church is the only true church. It is a part of the testimony of each speaker. So if he accepts all their beliefs, as he has said, he believes that your church is corrupt and not true.

2. Mormons who do not stay in line are disciplined. First their temple recommend is taken away, meaning they can no longer enter the temple and do the temple work. (be baptized for the dead, be sealed for eternity, or attend the temple marriages of their children or friends.) Then if they don’t straighten up they will be excommunicated and will no longer have the blessings of the gospel.

That may be the reason Romney makes such statements as he accepts all the doctrines and beliefs. He doesn’t want to be excommunicated. Do we want a man as president who must believe certain things or be excommunicated from his church and from his chance to become a god?

The LDS church is very lenient about political views. If they required all good Mormons to tow the church line they would have to excommunicate Senator Harry Reid of Nevada. But what would they excommunicate a politician for? I don’t know.

3. Mormons do not preach a gospel of conversion. They don’t even call what they do evangelism. They call it proselytizing. Because that is what it is. They want the members of your church to become the members of their church. Not so you will be saved, and have an opportunity to go to heaven, but so you will belong to the correct church.

A Mormon president would be a real boon to their proselytizing efforts. That is why Utah is the brewing ground for a Romney presidency. Recently he used the mailing list of LDS Living magazine as a fund raiser. LDS Living has a strong connection to Deseret Books, some say they are owned by Deseret Books. Deseret Books is owned by the church. So the Romney campaign used a mailing list of the LDS church to raise funds. That would be like a candidate using the mailing list of Home Life (a Southern Baptist Family Magazine for those that don’t know) to raise funds.

Utah is one of the smallest states in the union, but except for California, Romney raised more money in Utah the first six months of 2007 than any other state. Why do you think that might be? Could it be because they know it will greatly enhance the stature of their religion thus helping their proselytizing efforts to have a Mormon president? Of course they do.

Robert Millet, Professor at BYU admitted such. He said, electing Mitt Romney would “be a statement that to some extent people have begun to treat Mormons as something other than an oddity." In other words, they would be more accepted as a religion.

So I am opposed to Mitt based on three things.
1. What he thinks of me and my faith.
2. His need to tow the LDS line or be disciplined.
3. The advantage to LDS proselytizing that his election would have.

One last comment. I think it would be a mistake for the Republican party to nominate Romney for this reason. A poll conducted in June by the Los Angeles Times and Bloomberg found that 35% of registered voters said they would not consider voting for a Mormon for President. The poll found that the only faith that would be more damaging for a candidate would be Islam. (Time Nov. 26, 2006) Republicans would be nominating someone with a high negative factor not based on political views. All presidential races are so close that a negative as high might tip the scales to the democrat.

If the presidential election is between say, Romney and Clinton I will have to do a lot of soul searching. And the question I will ask myself is “what is the price at which I sell my spiritual beliefs for political goals?”

Tell me, what do you think. I don’t believe I am infallible. Where have I gone wrong?

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Aaargghh Matey, Blow me Down


Do you know how to talk like a pirate? Arrghh matey. Shiver me timbers ya scurvy bilge rat. If you get used to it, you can begin to enjoy it. I think I will answer the phone tomorrow, “Ahoy, me hearty!” If it turns out to be someone I shouldn’t be calling me hearty, I might change it to, “Ahoy, you scurvy dog.”

My name tomorrow is Dread Roger Rackham. That is my official pirate name. You want to know your official pirate name? Go to this website and they will help you.

http://www.piratequiz.com/result.php

Why would you do that and what is this all about? Well you should know. September 19 is international talk like a pirate day.

So I am going to release my inner Pirate tomorrow. How about you? What is your pirate name.

Til then you scurvy bilge rat,
Dread Roger Rickham

Monday, September 10, 2007

Blogless

I haven’t had a good blog in a long time. I still have a lot of things to say about hiking the AT, but that seems to have faded into insignificance now. Kiwi, the hiker we hiked through the cold Smokey Mountain National Park and who was with us the evening I hurt my knee for the first time will finish the trail this week. When we left the trail he was one day ahead of us, and last week he was hiking with one of the hikers we were with just before we quit. Congratulations Kiwi.

We are hoping now that we can return to Virginia and hike from the place where we left the trail to Harper’s Ferry next spring. That will take us about 5 weeks if my knee will hold up. I am trying to strengthen the muscles in the leg so I will be able to at least give it a try.

So if not the trail, what shall I blog about? I have lots of insights into scripture as I read and study on a daily basis. But I am not fleshing those out very much these days.

It is political season, but I am about fed up with the political system. We had such a great time on the trail NOT listening to or watching political news we just kind of decided that we would not resume when we got home. So since we left in March we haven’t listened to or watched Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity, Alan Combes, Bill OReilly, or any other political pundit, left or right.

I have a fantasy football team for the third year. I am not very good at it. The first year I place next to last giving me the second pick in the second year draft. The first pick, Tony Wolff took the player I wanted and I had to settle for LaDainian Tomlinson who turned out to be the very best fantasy football player. So I finished in second place. I may have been the only fantasy football owner in the whole nation who had LT on his/her team and didn’t finish in first place. So this year I had the next to the last pick again and in each round I drafted the best available player according to ESPN.com and this week I am going to lose to the player, Sean Patrick, who drafted after me. He has three players playing tonight on Monday night football, QB, WR, and his Kicker. He is only 5.5 points behind me. All my players have played. I wonder if they have fantasy golf and I could get Tiger Woods.

Other than fantasy though, it was a good sports weekend. BYU and Utah both lost, Utah to a Mountain West Conference team. New Mexico beat New Mexico State. The Yankees won two and are now 4 games ahead in the wild card race for the playoffs. And the Broncos pulled out a close one. It has been a long time since they won a close game that came down to the wire.

I am having trouble getting into the presidential race. I shudder at the very thought of having to listen to Hillary. Her voice alone grates on my nerves, never mind the way the things she says grate on my sensibilities. When she is talking she sounds like she is either whining or nagging, and sometimes both. I can’t imagine what life would be like should she win. On the republican side I could never vote for Mitt Romney. I will probably write a blog soon on why I don’t think a Mormon president is a good thing. Rudy Guiliani has not been a conservative although he is tough on foreign policy. I like Mike Huckabee but I am not sure he can win. Fred Thompson may be the best choice but I don’t know much about him at this point. And political blogs are boring, don’t you think? Look at Mike Huckabee’s answer to the creation question here.

Great job Mike.

My time has been taken up the last few weeks with events in our state convention where I am finishing my second term as president. I cannot be elected to a third term so that is coming to an end, PTL. That has been a time of stress and I don’t want to write about it. You don’t need to know all about it and I don’t need to go over it again.

I have read a couple of good books I could recommend. “Manhunt” is the story of the search for John Wilkes Booth after he assassinated Lincoln. “Brutal Journey” is about the Spanish Conquistadores who invaded Florida. The one I am reading now is “The Worst Bad Time” about the dust bowl days of the 1930’s. I recommend them all.

I put the AOL widget on my blog, over to the right. When it says “Rodger is online” it means I am just waiting to hear from you. So tell me howdy when you drop in. We don’t have to talk for long. Hopefully I can get inspired to blog soon.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Say Howdy When You Stop By


Look on the right, at the top. See the box? If the box says, "Rodger is online" it means that my AOL instant messenger is online and active. Type a message in the box that says, "type here, press enter to send", Change the name from "aimguestxxxx" to your name, and send me a message. I would love to hear from you, even if you just say "hi!"

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

A GOOD DEED A GOOD FEELING

We are late! We spent too much time in Durango at breakfast. The highway from Durango to Silverton is not one to hurry over. We are headed to a family reunion at Ridgeway, north of Ouray, Colorado. We are late, or did I already say that.

I had just been able to pass a few slow moving vehicles that had impeded our progress up Molas Pass. As we were going over the pass, there they were. Two hikers on the side of the road trying to hitch a ride. It was Jen’s family reunion we were late for so I asked her. “Should we pick up those two hikers?”

YES! She said it without hesitation. I am sure she was remembering the times we spent on the side of highways waiting for someone to give us a ride to town. We stopped and picked up a delightful young couple. They were school teachers from California. They were hiking the Colorado trail from Denver to Durango. They had been on the trail for 26 days. It had been a week since their last town.

As they got in they apologized that it had been too long since they had a shower. “I apologize for the stink.” Were her exact words. They were looking for a ride to Silverton. They were looking forward to a hot meal, a hot shower, and a good nights sleep in a real bed.

It brought back memories. And we were so glad to be able to help other hikers the way we had been helped. A ride is an easy thing to give someone. Amy was sitting in the back seat with them. “Would you like something to eat?”

“Oh, yes! And they began to devour the cookies that they desperately needed and that we didn’t need at all.

They were another week on the trail from Durango. We had eaten breakfast in Durango less than an hour earlier. My Starbucks I got as we left Durango wasn’t even cool yet.

Long distance hiking gives a person a new perspective on life. Before the Appalachian Trail experience I would not have even considered stopping for two hikers. If you are going over mountain passes and you see people with backpacks and a thumb out, they aren’t hitchhikers, they are distance hikers and need a ride to town. Could you give them a ride?

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

CONGRATULATIONS MR. ED

Do you remember Mr. Ed? The Mr. Ed on TV was a talking horse. On March 24, nine days into our Appalachian Trail hike we met another Mr. Ed. Ed Lipscomb is a 61 year old thru hiker. He was tenting at a shelter the same night we were at the same shelter. He was already hiking 20 mile days when we were still struggling to make 12 miles.

Why do I mention Mr. Ed today? Simple. On Sunday, July 22, Mr. Ed completed the trail. He hiked to the top of Mt, Katahdin in Maine. That is the end of the trail. He completed the trail in 4 months and 3 days. What a great adventure. CONGRATULATIONS MR. ED


This link will take you to Mr. Ed’s trail journal on the date we met him. Read a few of his entries, they are interesting.

The other people we were actually hiking with are crossing into Vermont this week. We miss the trail, but we are glad and thankful for the 548 miles we were able to do.

http://www.trailjournals.com/entry.cfm?id=170585

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

A Dr. Visit

Before you read this post there are two disclaimers. 1.) You may just want to skip this post if you are only interested in the trail adventure. This is about my stubborn knee. 2.) This is a fictionalized account. Dr Heiden did not say everything I quoted him as saying, nor did I for that matter. Jennifer thinks I should tell you what parts, but that wouldn't be any fun. I think you can determine it on your own.

I was looking forward to seeing the doctor about solutions for my knee. I am not old enough to sit the bench for the duration. I still want to be active, so what can we do to help my knee recover. 9:30 AM was the time, the Orthopedic Specialty Clinic was the place. It was 9:10 when I arrived. 9:10! I am never this early, I must be excited.

It is a good thing I was there 20 minutes early. I sat in the waiting room reading the book I brought along until 10:35. The fact that I had an appointment scheduled at 11:00 to share my own doctoral wisdom with another didn’t seem to faze them. I sat with both feet on the floor because crossing either leg over the other eventually makes the old knee hurt.

Finally I get called to the examining room where, as usually happens, you have to tell the whole story to the nurse as a warm up for telling the whole story to the Doctor. I kind of wish they would both listen the first time so I can be sure I get the story correct.

My Orthopedic Dr. is Eric Heiden of Olympic speed skating fame. He has a very good bedside manner and was very agreeable. We had a good conversation. He began with the Dr approved manner of poking, pulling, twisting, and pushing trying to find the painful part of the knee. He was able to find a few tender spots that none of the other health care professionals were able to find.

“Does it hurt when you sit like this?” demonstrating the way I had been sitting for over an hour in his waiting room. Now I knew why I had to sit there that long.

“How long has this been hurting?” he asked me as he pulled and twisted.

“Well, I hurt it on April 4 when we were long distance hiking. For 250 miles I hiked along, one step after another, and all of a sudden I took a step that hurt.”

“Do you like hiking?” was his next question.

“Well,” I replied, “I really do like my wife and she really likes hiking.”

“So she drags you all over the country to hike?”

“Pretty much.”

“Hmmmm, Lets look at the MRI.”

He read the MRI report and went over it sentence by sentence, telling me what each sentence meant. Then he sent me for some x-rays. The x-ray tech was all business so after a couple of attempts at conversation I went through the x-ray motions silently. When I returned to the room, the information I was waiting for, the answer to 2 months of waiting and wondering, here was the answer to my question, “what can I do to get back in action?”

He pulled up the x-rays on the computer. He then proceeded to show me each and every problem and where the lack of cartilage was affecting me.

“Here is a little bit of arthritis right here and here, but it is nothing unusual nor should it be giving you any problems.” Then he switched views to a side by side of both knees. “Ahh,” he said. Don’t you hate it when the Dr. says that. You don’t know if he is saying “Ahh, we are going to have to amputate the leg,” or “Ahh, now we know the problem.”

In this case thankfully it was neither. He pointed to the unevenness of the bones and said, “do you see this gap here in relation to this gap here?”

“Yes, it is pretty obvious”

“Well this is where you have used up the cartilage and this bone is causing the pain. The unevenness is like you have been living for 50 years with your front end out of alignment.”

“Oh,” I said. “Is that why I could never run very fast or jump very high?”

He looked at me, grimaced and said, “No that is because you are white!”

“Well as long as I have a reason. So basically you are saying that I was hiking along and after being out of alignment for 58 years, (I corrected his estimate of my age) and 264 miles on the trail, all of a sudden, my knee got old.”

“That’s about it.”

“So what do we do about it. I am not ready for a rocking chair.”

“You can consider several things. I could scope the knee and try to clean it up, but I really don’t think that is your problem. We could give you a cortisone shot and that will keep the pain out for a few months, but that isn’t a long term solution. We could give you something made out of the protein in a Rooster’s Comb. That will lubricate the knee and help what cartilage is left and that will last for 6-9 months. It works well for some people, not so good for others. You could get some orthotics made for your regular shoes and your hiking shoes that will bring your knee into alignment. That has about a 50% chance of doing some good. And finally you can consider changes in lifestyle.”

“Uh oh,” I thought. So I asked, “what does that mean?”

“Well,” he began, with the mantra that all of us big people are used to. You need to watch your weight and exercise the muscles around the knee. Knee bends, squats, ham string curls, etc.”

Then came the hard to hear part. “And you need to quit hiking down hill with a 40 pound pack on your back. When you are going downhill you are multiplying the force on your knees 11 times.”

“But Doc,” I protested. “We want to finish hiking the AT.”

“How far do you have to go?”

“Well,” I fudged. “Over a 1000 miles.” Yeah I know, It is more like 1594.7 but whose counting that closely? I mean if we were really counting it is only 1593.2. Of course from where we will have to restart it is the larger figure. He didn’t give me a straight answer.

“Ok,” I asked. What do I do for cardio exercise?”

“The best thing you can do is speed skate.”

“Uh, I have ice skated twice in my life, although the first time was on racing skates, about 41 years ago on a frozen pond at the local park.”

“The next best thing you can do is swim.”

“Do you think I could swim?”

“Sure.”

“Great, I have never been able to swim before. I am looking forward to getting to the pool.”

“Oh,” things don’t get by Dr. Heiden. “Maybe you better get a bicycle and ride a bike, or use a stationery bike.”

“How about the elliptical trainer.”

“That is better than the treadmill, you need to be careful. And hiking is ok, just don’t go up and down, hike on the level.”

So now we know my activity for awhile. I didn’t ask him about golf because his answer didn’t matter. I didn’t ask him about basketball because the answer is pretty obvious. I should have asked him about mowing the lawn though. He might have told me I needed to let Jennifer do it.

“OK, I decided. Lets do the chicken treatment I guess. That will eliminate the pain while I work to build up the muscles so I can maybe continue our hike next spring.” I didn’t say the last part out loud.

“We need to check your insurance, we may have to get a pre authorization.”

A few minutes later the first person I told my story to came in and told me the insurance said no dice. I can’t get chicken until I have the cortisone treatment. That is the same thing they told me when I asked Dr. Hill for one of the new medicines they treat psoriasis with. “Nope, can’t have the medicine that works until you try the medicine you have been using for 25 years that doesn’t work.” To be fair, they don’t know I did the cortisone for psoriasis years ago when we had different insurance.

Now I have a knee full of cortisone. I am ready to hit the gym. Then one more restriction before I go. “Give the cortisone a week to start working before you start the training.”

Now after only 8 hours, my knee feels worse than ever. Hopefully that is the cortisone at work. That is what Nancy nurse told me to expect. Hurt knee Hurt!

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

ARE YOU FAMOUS?




Have you ever been identified as someone famous? Has anyone every mistaken you for a movie star, a politician, or another public figure? It is an interesting experience. Early in our hike we stopped for water at a trail side spring. A young solo hiker whom we later came to know as Chico passed by. We were friendly as was he and when he went by he looked back at me and said, “Are you famous?”
I said I was not, at least not in Georgia since there are probably not 5 people in the whole state who know me. He looked at me intently once again and then hiked on his way.
It was a couple of days, maybe a week before we saw him again. We were camped above a hiker shelter and I needed to go down by the shelter for water. When I got there, he was sitting on a log reading a book. I got our water and sat down for a minute on the opposite side of the small fire he had going just to talk a minute. We talked about the book he was reading and then he said to me, “are you sure you are not famous?”
I laughed. I forgot that he asked me that question when we first met. I assured him I was not famous. Over the next week or so we met him a few times. On one occasion he said to me, “You have to be someone famous.”
“Who do I look like to you?” I responded.
“Well,” Chico said, “I am not much of a sports fan but you sure look like a famous baseball coach.” Jen and I said in unison. “Joe Torre.”
“Who is that?” Chico asked. We told him the coach for the Yankees and he looked at me intently again and said, “Is that who you are?”
“Uh, it is baseball season in a few days, what would I be doing here on the AT if I was a baseball coach.” We laughed and then he was gone. He hiked much faster than we did and we didn’t see him again until Hot Springs where his wife had met him for the weekend. He introduced us to his wife as the baseball coach for the Yankees. She looked pretty hard at me and then shook her head. She didn’t believe it.
I have been mistaken for Joe before. One time at an outdoor concert a I saw a young man on the back row of the choir looking at me persistently. Usually you can’t tell who a person in a choir is looking at, but this kid was definitely looking at me. When they finished their set, he jumped off the back of the risers and made a bee line straight towards me. I figured he must be someone I had known in the past. He came right up to me and said, “Do you know how much you look like Joe Torre?”
I am honored, being as how I am a Yankee fan. I was wearing a Yankee hat at the concert, but I was wearing a Salt Lake Stingers hat on the trail. I would like to have Joe’s contract and his dollars, but I wouldn’t want his headaches for anything. The most expensive team in baseball and they have lost 5 of the last 7 and are not even winning half their games this year.
I think if there is any career that compares to being a pastor it must be coaching. You never know what you will be blamed for, you never know how those in your charge will perform, and you never know when you will be ready to move on to another team. At the same time, though there are the agonies of defeat, there are also the joys of victory. It is great to be the coach of a team and watch as that team performs well, either from the dugout, the bench, the sideline, or the pulpit.
What do you think? Do I look like Joe Torre to you?

Thursday, June 21, 2007

A Tale of Two Churches


Last I told you about trail angels and trail magic. Thru hikers are men and women in need of a cold drink. When someone offers that drink, they are seen as angels. There are some other things hikers are in need of. Many times they just need a place out of the rain to dry off. At times they need a ride, either to town, to the trail, or to a store. They almost always need a shower, and usually need a laundry. All along the trail there are those that help with those needs.

One hot day on the trail we exited the woods at this road crossing. Directly across the street was this church. You cannot see the sign, but it is a Baptist Church, not unusual seeing as how we were in Tennessee. As you can see it is a well maintained church, had a nice sign of identification, a neat lawn, and a good parking lot. I was totally not impressed. While all of those things are good, what I needed was a cold drink.

I told Jen, “I think if I was the pastor of this church I would make sure that not a single hiker could pass this way without being offered at least a cold drink of water, if I had to move my office out here and do it myself.” We talked about the ministry opportunity lost. Some 2 to 3 thousand people begin a thru hike each year, and those that make it to Tennessee have to pass right by this church.


A couple of weeks later we came to the town of Troutdale, Virginia. The story was quite different. Troutdale Baptist Church is 2 ½ miles off of the trail but that doesn’t stop them from ministry to hikers. They offer every hiker a dry place to sleep, a shower with towel, and a cold drink of water. They used to offer free laundry facilities until the county closed down the laundry because they didn’t have proper permits. We knew about this church before we arrived because they are mentioned in the Thru-hikers handbook. The pastor’s phone number is in the handbook in case a hiker has an emergency and needs help. They charge nothing for their kindness and hikers very much appreciate them.

We stayed in their hostel on a Saturday night and on Sunday morning the Pastor came by and invited us to church. We were planning to attend even before the invitation and we enjoyed the service. After the service the Pastor and his wife invited us to their home for lunch after which he drove us back to the trail to continue our hike.

As we hiked out of Troutdale I thought back to the church right on the trail in Tennessee.
What a contrast. I am sure both churches had great ministries for their own members, Senior Adult ministries, Youth Ministries, Children’s ministries, and preschool ministry as well. But one church was reaching out to a community of people with no thought of gain, except a heavenly reward. Hikers are not prospects for their church, but they do represent a people with an identifiable need who could be prospects for the good news.

I know that I am making some assumptions about the Tennessee church I know very little about. They may hand out cold water on every day but the day I passed for all I know. To me they represent the large section of Christianity concerned with themselves while neglecting ministry to the culture around them. The other church represents those who go out of their way and are willing to be inconvenienced in order to reach people.

“Lord help our churches see the opportunities around us.”

Thursday, June 14, 2007

We Met An Angel


Our journey was stopped short. We were looking for 2174 miles, we only made 548. While we are disappointed we didn’t get to finish, we feel blessed by what we were allowed to do. In addition to the simple joy of hiking and our trail education, Jennifer and I learned some things about ourselves, our world, and our faith that were unexpected.

One of the most encouraging aspects of the trail was angels. We met angels along the way. Angel is a hiker term for good hearted people who go out of their way to make the hike more enjoyable. Most of them are former hikers who want to repay the angels they met on their hike by passing along the gifts they received to the next generation of hikers.

Imagine being out on the trail for two, three, or maybe four days. All you have had to eat is what you have carried and all you have had to drink is water. As you walk, your mind plays video of burgers and fries, pizza, or maybe steak and potatoes. You dream of a tall glass of ice tea or, in my case, a cold Dr Pepper. But you are still miles, perhaps days from town.

Coming to a road crossing, you notice a measure of human activity that is out of place for the trail. You realize, you are about to experience trail magic. Magic is the term for the food and drink the angels give away. They give it to hikers for free. Their payment is just to see the joy and gratitude on the faces of the hikers they have blessed.

The first angels we met on the trail were in North Carolina. Three single people, in their mid 30’s, from Jacksonville, Florida had driven to North Carolina for no other reason than to give out free food and drink to hikers. They were planning to be there for the whole weekend. Jennifer was not feeling well, she had a bug of some kind, so she drank an orange soda and lay down on a tarp and took a long nap. I had a ham and cheese sandwich, some potato chips, a couple of Dr. Peppers, a moon pie, another sandwich, and had a real chair to set in while Jen slept.

Some angels had a simple set up, some more complex. Later in NC we came across a camp of angels. These were mostly middle aged men from Tennessee, Virginia, North Carolina, and Georgia who all hiked the trail last year. They had a grill going and were fixing burgers and hot dogs, they had fruit, candy, chips, etc. and chairs to sit in. We rested and ate for a couple of hours there. One of the angels was a young man who grew up in and whose parents still live in Murray, not too far from our home.

One angel was a young man we met in the Smokey Mountains just before the weather got cold. He was hiking southbound with a box of Crispy Crème donuts and some homemade brownies. “Eat as many as you want,” he told us.

On the Tennessee-North Carolina border we met some angels who were pretty serious about it. Their hike had come about 7 years ago. They were so impressed with the trail and the people on the trail they purchased a home about 300 yards from the trail. Every day during the hiking season they opened their home with an invitation to hikers to come for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. In addition to the great food, we had waffles, stew, and apple pie, they offered counsel and prayer to each hiker. Their real purpose was akin to the purpose of Biblical angels, to share the really good news about Jesus Christ.

Jennifer and I have talked about our angel experience. We would like to go and give out trail magic. We had talked about it for next spring, but now we are thinking we will probably hike again for 3 or 4 weeks. Before we left Virginia we went by Wal Mart and purchased 4 boxes of Caprisun Lemonade and Cherryade along with Little Debbies and Honey Buns and took them to the trail where we left them for hikers. It was our small gift for all the kindness we had received.

The other effect it has had on us is our determination to live each day with more of a servant attitude. We experienced grace from these trail angels, we would like to give grace in return. It is much like our Christian experience. The forgiveness of sin and promise of heaven we have received for free from Jesus Christ, we would like to share with others so that they might have the same experience.

Monday, May 28, 2007

Wheres the Bears?


Today we tested the knee. It has been 2 days short of 3 weeks since we got off the trail and except for a short walk or two on level ground I have rested the knee. I have had some treatments designed to reduce the swelling and some stretches trying to overcome the pain. So today we headed to the canyon to give it a test.

We chose the Bowman trail and hiked steady for 1 1/4 hours and arrived at White Fir pass. After a short rest we headed back down, the real test. While the knee felt very uncomfortable there was no pain. We walked back down without stopping to rest either.

Of course there are two problems here. 1) I had juiced up with vitamin I. (800 mg of Ibuprofen) and 2) I was carrying only a liter of water and a few snacks. On the trail I was carrying 40+ pounds and was beginning to be a little concerned about the amount of Ibuprofen I was taking.

On the Appalachian Trail we saw very little wildlife. In two months we saw two deer and a herd of wild horses. Nothing else larger than a cottontail rabbit. There was a little excitement the day we saw the rattlesnake. Today, 30 minutes up the trail from the parkinglot we ran into this big fellow. I walked around a bend and thought, "someone is riding a horse on the trail." Then I realized I was looking at a bull moose.

It took a little while to convince him to move off of the trail far enough that we felt somewhat secure in slipping by him and continuing up the trail. He was much more interested in his breakfast than he was in us.

So it was a good day. I am somewhat pleased with the progress in my knee. I have another Dr. appointment in the morning. While we are way past the chance to continue on the AT, we are still holding out the hope that next spring we can hike either the section from where we stopped to Shennandoah National Park, or perhaps just do the park.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

The Blog I Had Hoped Not To Write



Well, it is over. After a week off the trail, resting, getting treatments, stretching, the knee is still very tender and will not abide the extra 40 pounds. I had trouble carrying Andrew and his 20 pounds, especially down the stairs.

The Physical Therapist’s diagnosis without the help of a MRI is a strained Illiotibial band, the ligament on the outside of the knee. That is good news in that it means there is no structural damage. She recommended 2 to 3 weeks of rest, therapy, stretching, etc., and then take it easy when we start hiking again, like 2-3 days on the trail, then 1-2 days of rest.

We decided that wasn’t practical for us, living so far from the trail, and it would prevent us from finishing in a year anyway. So we made the decision to call it off, try to get some healing, and then perhaps hiking for shorter periods of time in the future.

We are planning a 3 week hike next summer. Anyone want to tag along? We learned an awful lot about long distance hiking, and one of the things we learned is all kinds of people in all kinds of physical shape, can hike for a couple of weeks.

We are thankful for the time we had. We really did have a blast. We made 548 miles of the AT, just over ¼ the total distance. See the blog below for a longer account of our last days on the trail, how we realized we needed to stop, and how God showed up even in the disappointment.

Too Many Conincidences


1. The Original Injury

We began hiking on April 11 at 8:40 for what proved to be a very eventful day. Our plan was to eat lunch at Roaring Fork Shelter and then camp somewhere around Walnut Mountain Shelter. We made a long hard climb up a mountain called Max Patch. It is a bald mountain, they used to land planes on it. When we got there it was windy and cold so we pressed on.
Just before the Roaring Fork Shelter is where we saw all the bear sign and read the account in the journal log of a hiker who had a bear encounter. (See Hot Dog, Hot Springs, below) By the time we reached Walnut Mountain Shelter the wind was howling, the sky was getting dark and it was obvious we were in for a storm. The shelter was on top of the mountain, the opening faced into the wind, there were no flat spaces to pitch the tent, so we made the decision to press on.
We at this point is Jennifer, Myself, and a hiker we had been with for about two weeks, Fred Davis, trail name Kiwi. We thought it would be good to get down off the mountain, out of the wind, and out of the clouds.
In order to stop and camp we needed two things. A water source and a flat spot. That is all. And if they are close together that is great. We hiked down, down, down, and the weather got worse, worse, worse. Finally about 2 hours before dark it started to rain on us and we still had not found water and flat. So we plodded on down hill in the rain. About an hour before dark we crossed an old logging road, then just a few yards down the hill a stream that would serve nicely as our water source.
“Let’s camp here,” I said, with water dripping off my cap from the rain. “We can get water here and pitch our tents up on the old logging road.” Kiwi balked, said he wanted to try to get to Hot Springs tonight even though it was another 8 miles or so. Jen said, she would do what ever I wanted, but it was clear to me she would like to get to town out of the rain as well.
“That will call for our first night hike.” I reminded her.
“Well we have to do it sometime she said.”
Kiwi said, “You guys can do whatever you want, but I am going to go on.”
We thought about it and followed Kiwi down the trail.
After a while Jen thought we could probably go faster if we traded positions. “Let’s let Rodger go first, he hikes a little faster, and we can make better time.” She has regretted that statement a lot in the last few days, but I have tried to assure her that she wasn’t to blame for what happened.
As we continued to slog down the trail in the rain and the mud, all of a sudden my knee just burst into pain. I didn’t twist it, fall on it, bump it in any way. It just gave out. I could barely stand to put any weight on it at all.
We were reduced to limping down the trail, rather I was limping and Jen and Kiwi were following slowly. We tried to get Kiwi to leave us and go on to Hot Springs but he wouldn’t leave us. He said we were in this together and no amount of persuasion could convince him to go on.
I struggled on down the trail, very slowly as dark crept up on us. We came to a road crossing, I found a flat spot, and Jen and I stopped and pitched our tent, Kiwi went on to Hot Springs. We didn’t have water for dinner or breakfast, but according to the map the next water was 2 miles on down the trail. I didn’t think I could make it that far.
The next day we hobbled on into Hot Springs where we were planning a few days rest while meeting Krista and Andrew, our grandbaby.

2. The Next Few Weeks

The knee was never pain free again. It would get very stiff at night. I could hike uphill without pain, but I had to be very very careful on down hills. If they were very steep down hills I had to be careful not to take too long a step.
However, to keep going I was taking 1600 to 2400 mg of Ibuprofen every day. We knew that couldn’t go on forever. There were good days and bad days, but we suffered through them, slowly making progress towards Maine. Whenever we were someplace we could get ice, we iced all four of our knees. But we continued on.
We were getting into the Virginia country where the mountains were not so high and we were making better time. We needed to make around 15 miles a day here and we were doing it regularly.

3. The Beginning of the End.

After a week or so of 15 milers the knee began to act up. On the day before we quit it hurt both going uphill and down hill. It was a miserable day. I began to think for the first time about quitting. I wasn’t sure how long I would be able to endure. In addition to the ibuprofen I took some Tylenol to tide me over between doses of Advil. Even that didn’t help.
We finally stopped about 3½ miles short of our target that day when I finally had just had enough and we found good water with a great camping spot.
The next morning we hiked about 30 minutes, all uphill, and the knee hurt every step. When we reached the top and started down the pain was just more than I could handle. I stopped and told Jen, “I just can’t do this anymore.” She was disappointed, but very understanding, so we turned around and went back to the last road.

4. The Hand of the Lord, we believe.

The day before I began to hurt so bad we stopped at a road crossing where there was a Forest Service Campground. Some one had left it in a mess. There was trash everywhere. While we were waiting for water to be ready I went over and kind of kicked around in the trash and found a Virginia Road Map. The maps we have are of the AT only and sometimes you just wonder where you are in relation to everything else, so I told Jen I was going to keep the map. I put it in my pack.
The next day was the day I hurt all day, up and down. We crossed a road, VA state road 42 just before we found the campsite that we stayed at.
On the fateful morning we changed our morning prayer just a little. We prayed that God would make it clear, the choice we needed to make. When we got to the top of that first mountain and took the first step down, He made it very clear that I wasn’t going on, at least not today. So we hiked back down to the road, VA 42.
The AT map showed us nothing about where VA 42 went. If that was all we had we wouldn’t have known where to go. But. . . we had the Virginia road map. So we were able to make a plan of action.
The closest towns were too far to walk to. So we needed to hope for a ride. VA 42 is a country road through farm country with very little traffic. For 30 minutes or so we tried to get a ride the direction we needed to go, only one car passed and one water truck. Several cars went the other direction. We decided we would try to go either way, which ever we could get a ride.
The next car came along, going the wrong way, but we put out our thumb anyway. The man driving the car slowed down, rolled down his window and asked, “Can you tell me where the Appalachian Trail crosses this road?”
“You can’t see it from here,” I told him. “Your car is on top of it.” Actually we told him he was at the place and he pulled over into a parking area and got out of the car.
“My brother and I are section hiking but I was feeling sick so I didn’t go with him today. We will be hiking this section tomorrow and I brought some Dr. Peppers up here to hide so they will be here for me when we get here. Let me go put them up the trail then I will come back and I can take you anywhere you want to go. I don’t have to do anything today until I pick my brother up at 4pm. (It was about 9am) ”
So this 64 year old section hiker, Dan Martin, took us to Marion Virginia and took us right to the roadway inn where we checked in. Then he took us to the Laundromat where we could put our clothes in the machine. Then he took us to Wal Mart to get something besides hiking clothes to wear. Then back to the Laundromat to put the clothes in the dryer. While the clothes were drying he took me to the bus station to buy bus tickets.
After he dropped us off at our motel again he said he was leaving to get his brother. After they got back and his brother cleaned up they would be going to dinner. He said he would be glad to come back and take us to dinner with them. We did.
Then he came back at 10:30 to take us to catch our 10:45 bus. He and his brother waited there with us, even though we told them they didn’t need to, until the bus came, 30 minutes late.
What a blessing they were. People like him reminded us what hospitality is. Jen and I are both determined to put in to practice some of the hospitality lessons we learned on our hike.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Virginia At Last

We have hiked the 459 miles necessary in Georgia, North Carolina, and Tennessee to make Virginia. The next 500 miles are in Virginia. We spent one last night in Tennessee on Sunday night when we ran out of gas after 17 miles. We camped just short of the state line then hiked the 6 miles into Damascus, Virgina on Monday morning. The plan is to leave here on Wednesday morning. We are spending time today (tuesday) trying to lighten the load.
Just a few pounds lighter makes a big difference on feet, knees, and hips. When we leave town tomorrow we will have around 16 pounds of food between us. We are learning to carry less water, 2.2 pounds per liter, but that means spending more time locating and preparing water for use. So we are also looking at possible ways of treating water.
We sent our water filter home from Elizabethton, TN. It weighs about 2 pounds so we went lighter and tried to treat the water chemically with bleach. Supposedly 3 drops of Clorox per liter of water is sufficient. Well, it may kill the germs but it leaves my thirst unquenched and leaves Jen with an "alum" taste in her mouth. So we have decided against that. We have a few options such as other chemicals and some higher tech methods, we just need to determine which is the best for us.
Hopefully you have checked out our photos on Nathan's web site. I am sending him some more, this time with printed captions since something in his education failed to teach him to read handwriting.
Amy is posting my journal to www.trailjournals.com, she is probably having as much trouble with my penmanship as Nate. Remember, I am writing in a little tent, with a headlamp, after a long day hiking, with Jen bumping my elbow every time she moves. No wonder they can't read it.
Thanks for your thoughts and prayers. God bless each one of you.

Saturday, April 21, 2007

photos

hey everybody.

This is Nathan. I have hacked into the blog long enough to let you know that we now have full photo albums up of this little adventure here. you can get to the pictures here, or by clicking on the link on the sidebar.

We'll keep it updated as best we can.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Ear Worms


Do you all know what an ear worm is? When you are hiking long hours, just going mile after mile, up and down, around and over, it can get pretty boring. An ear worm is what you find yourself thinking about in your subconscious. Usually it is a song that just replays over and over.

One day back in Georgia this esperienced hiker, he had hiked the trail a couple of years ago, told us that he had seen a big clump of poison ivy on the trail that day. He spent quite a bit of time telling us what poison ivy looks like since we don't know.

The result of all of his teaching was my main ear worm. It is a song from the 60's called Poison Ivy. It is a stupid song but it goes on in my head over and over till I think I am going crazy. "Poison Iiiiiiivvvvvyyyyyy. Poison Iiiiiivvvyyyyy. Every night while you're sleeping poison ivy comes a creeping around." You don't have to know all the words for it to be an earworm, just the words you know over and over. "Poison Ivy Lord will make you itch, You're gonna need an ocean, of calamine lotion., etc."

All it takes is someone mentioning poison ivy, or sometimes for no reason at all I realize I have been singing this stupid song for miles. You fight them by singing other songs, and that can work, at least until you go back into the subconscious and there is the old ear worm again. I spend a lot of time thinking about a lot of things. Like, if I ever agree to Pastor another church I have made a list of things I am going to require them to agree to first. That is another post. One day I made a list of things a church should expect from their pastor and the pastor should be able to expect from the church. Yep Another post.

One day I spent trying to figure a way to finish the trail if my knee just won't go on. My knee doesn't bother me when I am not carrying the pack so I figured out a way to hike without the pack. Fortunately my knee is doing better so I don't have to resort to that tactic yet. Maybe that is another post. This one is about ear worms. What I want to say is even thinking about things doesn't stop the ear worm. You realize that under your conscious thoughts, there is the ear worm. Usually for me, Poison Ivy.

On Good Friday though I realized that the ear worm was "Were You There When They Crucified My Lord." I was singing over and over all 5 verses. (If you look it up and there are not five verses I must have made one up.) Then on Easter Sunday the ear worm was "Up From the Grave He Arose". Guess what it was the Saturday in between. Poison Ivy.

One way to get rid of it temporarily is by getting out the Ipod and listening to something else. I really find that more distracting than helpful. But today I realized that after a full month of Poison Ivy the ear worm was now Willie Nelson's Red Headed Stranger. "You can't hang a man for killing a woman who tried to steal his horse." I got so sick of it I wished for Poison Ivy back.

By the way, I don't know if I have really seen Poison Ivy or not. It is kind of like the Poison Oak signs at Old Mill golf course. They discourage you from looking for golf balls out in the rough by putting up Poison Oak signs. I have found a lot of good balls by ignoring the signs.

Today we hiked 16.5 miles to make it to Erwin, Tennessee for a burger, a shower, clean clothes and resupply of food. Tomorrow we are heading out towards Damascus, VA. So I guess you could say we are on the Damascus Trail. Erwin is 338.7 miles from Springer Mountain, GA where we began.

Amy is going to post my journal at www.trailjournals.com and Nathan will post our pictures there. I don't think they are posted yet, but look for them in the near future.

Knee update. You know that I am slow to proclaim a miracle but let me just tell you what happened. On Monday morning when we left Hot Springs as soon as we got off of the pavement and onto the trail my knee began to hurt as bad as it did going into Hot Springs. The rest and the brace didn't help at all. We were hiking along side the river on a very slight uphill and every step was so painful I was sure that our hike was over. We stopped and I told Jen and she was as disappointed as I, but there didn't seem to be any hope. But we stopped and had our morning prayer and she prayed for my knee once again. I told her that I would try to make this climb but I didn't think I could do it.

I turned and took one step, which was a step up onto a rock and when I did my knee popped and the pain went away. The knee remains very sore, I have to be very careful not to overdo it especially on long downhills, but since Hot Springs I have hiked 14, 12, 11, and 16 miles. Praise the Lord.

Thanks for all your responses. May God bless you all.

Flint and Jubilee

Friday, April 13, 2007

Hot Dog!! Hot Springs




We hiked into Hot Springs, NC yesterday about 2pm. Hot Springs is right on the trail, there are actually AT markers in the sidewalk down the main street. Our trip into Hot Springs was not without incident.
One morning, just before we arrived at the shelter where we were planning to eat lunch I saw a large foot print in the mud. We talked about it a while, unsure what kind of print it was. There was a hiking club of older gentlemen on the trail and they were pretty sure it was a bear print, of a small bear.
I wasn't too sure, having never seen a real bear footprint before. So we went to the shelter for lunch. Each shelter has a log for hikers to sign so we can keep track of one another. Reading the log told the story. One hiker, an older man hiking alone, spent the night in the shelter. He said about 1am he awoke to a bear pulling on his sleeping bag trying to pull him off of the sleeping platform. He yelled at it and it let go and ran away.
After we left the shelter we saw a large pile of bear poop on the trail. We were pretty glad that we were not staying the night in the area. We hiked on another 10 miles or so before stopping for the night.
The night before getting to Hot Springs I messed up my knee somehow. Hiking is a limp along right now. Pray for me please. I purchased a knee support and will rest it for the weekend in Hot Springs. Krista is coming to meet us today with Andrew our Grandson. Hopefully three days rest and a support will allow us to continue at our needed pace.
thanks for the emails and responses. It is good to hear from each of you. We feel pretty much out of touch with the world. Not always a bad thing. You mean, Tiger didn't win the Masters?

Pictures
1. Hiking in the snow in the Smoky Mountains
2. Bear Track, I will spare you the poop
3. Snow depth, chest deep to a naked chicken

Monday, April 09, 2007

Goodbye Great Smoky Mountains

Today we hiked out of the Great Smoky Mountain National Park and good riddance. Whew!!! what an experience. We wanted to finish the 70 miles in 7 days and we were able to, but not without some difficulty. You want to know about it?
We hiked out of Fontana Dam (not Damn) although that might be a good name for the Smokies on Tuesday the 3rd. 11 miles, uphill and spent our first night in a shelter. At 1am the thunderstorm struck and rained and blew all night long. We moved on on the 4th for 11.7 miles and spent our second shelter night among the snorus chours. The noise would drive any bears away.
The third day we planned a 14 mile day, over Clingman Dome which is the highest place on the whole Appalachian Trail. (6643 ft.) After 10.1 miles we made the Dome we realized that it was going to be very late when we made the shelter so we hitched a ride from the Dome parking lot to Gatlinburg, TN. Jen is learning to hitch a pant leg up, stick out her thumb and get us a ride. A nice couple on vacation from Maryland gave us a ride. At Gatlinburg we had Pizza, spent the night at the Quality Inn, sharing a room with Kiwi, had pancakes for breakfast and were back at Clingmans Dome at 8:45.
The fourth day we hiked 10.9 miles, then holed up in Icewater Spring Shelter as it began to snow. We woke up on the fifth day to 17 degrees in the shelter, about 5 degrees outside the shelter, and 6 inches of snow and it was still snowing. After a few miles that morning we caught up with Grambo. She is a 65 year old retired nurse from South Carolina who is hiking the trail solo. She was struggling in the snow without treking poles and we were hiking the most trecherous terrain yet. Some steep cliffs and slopes so we spent the whole day helping her to the next shelter. We only made 7.4 miles.
On day six we woke up to 19 degrees in the shelter, rock hard boots, frozen water in all our bladders and bottles. Nothing to do but get up and hike so we hiked 12.9 miles. On day seven, today, we woke up to a toasty 28 degrees in the shelter and all began to sing Beach Boy tunes. We were able to thaw out our water. Some nice guys from Dayton Ohio built a big fire in the shelter and we got everything thawed out. We hiked 10 miles to Standing Bear Farm and that is where we are tonight. 7 days in the Smokies and are we ever glad to be out. Tomorrow night back to our tent and the snorus chorus will be left behind.
At somepoint I need to tell you about Standing Bear Farm. It is beyond Rustic to more like primative. But, we are clean, our clothes are clean, we have food for the three days to Hot Springs where Krista and Andrew will meet us.
Jen celebrated her 58th birthday with a hostess cupcake. Oh and Mark Russell, you will appreciate this. I went with some guys to "town" to have BBQ. Town turned out to be A BP gas station off the interstate with a BBQ counter in the back. So we had Barbeque Pork at BP.
The internet connection is dial up and no where to post pictures. Hopefully we can post pictures at Hot Springs.
Thanks for you prayers and good thoughts. The Journey continues. Hopefully warmer. Actually, cold weather is great for hiking. The snow actually pads the trail and covers many of the rocks. Sleeping is better because our bags are made for lower temps and sleep better at 20 degrees than 60. But it is miserable between hiking and sleeping and between sleeping and hiking.

Monday, April 02, 2007

Eeeeiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!

Trudging up the trail. One weary step after the other. Will we ever get to the top of this gigantic mountain? I was following Jen, someone asked me, "Is that your woman in front of you?" I laughed and said, "Yes, I guess so. I have been chasing her since we were 16 and now I am chasing her to Maine."

Anyway, we were trudgin up this trail, tired, sweaty, worn out, when all of a sudden, Jen Let out a shout, jumped at least a foot in the air, 25 pounds on her back and all and came running back down the trail with her eyes as big as saucers.

BEAR! I thought. Finally something besides squirrels. "Did you see a bear?" I asked as I hurried to the place she yelped. "No! It is a snake." How disappointing. "What kind of snake?" I asked her. "A boa constrictor python rattle snake" she said. Actually it was about 2 1/2 feet long, little brown and yellow snake. When I touched it with the end of my hiking pole, it took off like a red racer.

I didn't get a picture of that monster. My camera is broken, I sent it home. Amy is sending the old digital camera to our next mail drop on the other side of the Smokies. Until then, we only have Jen's camera to take pictures with. I am going to be upset if I see a Bear and don't get a picture. According to the book, there are 400- 600 bears in the Smokey Mountain National Park, where we will be for the next 7 days.

When we leave Fontana Dam tomorrow, we will hike across the Dam. It is on the Little Tennessee River and we will be in Tennessee. Our third state. And sometime during the hike, before we sleep at Mollies Ridge Shelter we will drop under 2000 miles to go.

I asked Jen today if she had any thoughts of giving up. If she was thinking about how nice it would be just to go home and resume our other life. Her answer was, "not at all, how about you." "Nope I said, I am still committed to walking this thing to Maine."

I have started a journal at trailJournals.com. I have done that for the sake of the hikers we have met who keep track of one another there. If you would like more detail of our days, you can read them there. Go to www.trailjournals.com click on Journals and you should find us there under Flint and Jubilee.

I don't know why but this compter won't allow me to post a picture. Sorry. Talk to you on the other side of the smokies.

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Call Us Tarheels




I think a tarheel is what they call someone from North Carolina. A couple of days ago we crossed the line from Georgia to NC. The picture is Giblet sitting on the border sign. (sorry got the wrong picture. The picture of Giblet is her sitting on the sign where the Chatahoochie River gets its start. "A way down yonder on the Chatahoochie, it gets hotter than a hootchie coochie." That is for you country music fans. The second picture is the red salamander, and the third is a picture of the trail.


At the risk of being repetitive we are having an absolute blast. We end each day with sore feet and weary knees, but a good hot bowl of Ramen Noodles and a nights sleep and we are ready to travel another 10 or so miles. We are two days ahead of our schedule and getting stronger every day.


Problems? We have had a few. The day after we reached NC Jennifer got sick. She woke up nauseated in the middle of the night and lost it all in the morning. We either had to stay there or attempt to move on, she chose to move on slowly. We only made about 5 miles that day and a couple of times I left her asleep by the trail and hiked ahead a ways, put my pack down and went back for her and her pack.


We reached a road where I figured we could eventually get a ride to town. There were three "trail angels" setting up shop. They were giving away cold drinks, sandwiches, moon pies, cookies, chips, and had lawn chairs set up to sit in. So I toasted a tortilla over a fire, obtained an orange soda from the angels and spread out the Bill Richard Honorary Tarp for her and she went to sleep. Late in the afternoon we hiked another mile to a shelter where we spent the night. The next morning she felt fine and we resumed our hike.


Night before last I had the strangest two dreams. In the first we were in a panic trying to get Grace White's wedding done. (Sorry Grace, I didn't ever see the grooms face) At the last minute Mrs. White had given me this elaborate ceremony she wanted done and I was scrambling trying to make it work. Then in the next dream I had three golf balls with funny faces on them I was trying to mail to Dan Walker. But the post office wouldn't mail them in the box I had and they didn't have a suitable box. So I waited until that night when we were all at dinner together and I gave one to Dan, one to Mark Soltice, and one to Milford Misner. (Milford is a pastor in New Mexico who has played golf with my dad quite a bit, but never with me.) Who understands dreams anyway.


Last night we spent in a Motel room in Franklin, North Carolina. This is the town famous for Eric Rudolf, the Atlanta Olympic bomber who avoided the law by hiding in these mountains we are hiking through. We heard some interesting stories about him yesterday.


Later today we are going to hit the trail and hope to make Wesser North Carolina on Friday. We have traveled 106.6 miles on the trail. Only 2068 to go. We have met a lot of interesting people, and are definitely getting a different perspective on American Culture.


We saw another squirrel yesterday, that makes the grand total of wildlife, 2 salamanders and 2 squirrels. Of course we are still walking through the winter woods, just that the temperature has been perfect since the first two nights. In front of us several hours day before yesterday some of the hikers saw a couple of bear cubs up a tree. They never saw the momma.


Better go, the trail beckons. God bless you all, and talk to you in a couple of days.


Flint & Jubilee