In our church, usually around the time of the yearly Priesthood Commemoration, we have a father's and son's campout at a nearby campsite. I've taken my son twice--I think we were sick last year unfortunately. This year, however, we were both healthy and ready to go hang out, play with the fire, and get virtually no sleep. I think the older I get the more my body needs my bed to get a proper nights' rest. Anyway, we started off the adventure with canoes. The boy got bored in about one spin around the pond. Seeing as how I have to all the rowing, I can't honestly say I was broken up about that. I think the fact people were catching salamanders out of the pond had something to do with his enthusiasm for dry land. I'm not huge on touching wet, slimy things. Especially when they wriggle. My son dived right in and probably would have played with the salamanders the entire time had I let him. I'll have to remember to bring hand sanitizer with me next time becau...
As if some switch has been flipped, it has begun to rain in Oregon again. We had a dry summer with record-breaking wildfires all over the state--including one started by some punk teenagers that roasted some of my favorite places to hike, thank you very much. Yesterday in particular, we had torrential downpours that turned the streets into makeshift streams. The skies were dark and I knew I was back home where I belonged. I am a Northwesterner. One thought that occurred to me as I was staring out at a deluge of precipitation was how much weight the water represented. If you added up all the rain from that one downpour, why, the weight must be terrific! How does a cloud carry it all? How do planes fly through them? It's pretty cool when you think about it. Thank goodness for umbrellas, houses, covered areas so kids can run jog-a-thons, and cars so we can pick up mom and kids as they walk home from school in the rain. There are few things better than waking up in the morning an...
Last week I had the opportunity to meet the Governor of Oregon, Kate Brown. I was invited to a small party held at an incredible house in Portland. Now, let's be brutally honest. I met her for all of like one minute. It didn't change my life. It was another interesting experience in a life full of them. She was likewise unchanged, and I'm sure has forgotten me. I think what's most interesting about this experience though is how incredibly out of place I felt. I'm lower management in a relatively small company nobody has heard of. I'm not a minority in any sense but as vanilla white male as they come. Other than chatting with a former co-worker for a few minutes, I conversed more and enjoyed talking with the valet than anyone else. We talked about the weather, politics, things we'd learned, and how neither of us felt like we belonged at the party--he as the help and me as the odd guest there to slush government a little. Nobody was unwelcoming by any mean...
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