Shelter or Storm

Today I ran in a race. It was a negative 3 morning, the race was a short 3.2 miles down the main street of Houghton, over the bridge and back again. Straight-forward. The sun was bright and the wind was calm -no sign of a storm in the morning sky.

As I ran with my friend and talked with others along the way I noticed that - although we were having fun - most forth-coming comments were about what we didn't seem to have enough of. Enough warmth in our hands and feet, enough hydration to make us happy, enough strength to get up Tuzcuco Street without walking at least part of the way, enough speed, enough of the right clothes so as not to be too hot or too cold. And on and on.

And I had a thought about shelter and how it is such a good, good thing. My warm house, my family and caring friends, marshmellows. Having just enough of this or of that is shelter. It makes for feelings of satisfaction and safety.

After it was over and I was home sitting next to a warm fire, I wished I'd been more straight-forward. I wished I would have noticed the really good threads woven into the day and put them into some simple words for my friends.

We really do have the opportunity to be a shelter or a storm to just about everyone we meet.

Next time! I'll work on that.

As long as there is snow...

As long as there is snow, there's bound to be someone somewhere running dogs through it. These days many of us are out there more often than not. December 1st will bring the reopening of the woods and trails, a close to deer season and that will put a smile on my face and an extra spring in the steps of these pups! Today was a good winter day - cold, calm and quiet. Boy those trails are looking good.

Muck Run 2010

Muck Run 2010...no ordinary run. Blue skies.Prom dresses. False eye-lashes. Crisp air. Ketchup and Halloween paint. Tieras and sashes. Crazy costumes all around. Dry trails and not a lot of muck...but so much fun!

Breckenridge

In 1859, minors found and mined the gold out of them-thar mountains and subsequently establiblished what would become known as the the town of Breckenridge, CO. It's a town established on the incredibly back-breaking hard work of a few men and women and now thrives on the 144 ski slopes carved along the peaks and even more shops and restaurants lining the short streets of town. Drive down Colorado hyw #9 and, lik me, you'll find yourself in the midst of it.

BLUE MOON

Every seven-eight years or so, a Blue Moon appears in the heavens, on the last night of 2009 - it was in full view. There was a little mysticism and a little magic in the air as it shone through the trees and over the fields; its gaze was captivating. The origin of the name is steeped in folklore - but it's said that when the Blue Moon occurred, it spoke to those in its light (- and it apparently kept the livestock in line).
As we said goodbye to 2009 we were able to enjoy the light of the Blue Moon, the last of this decade's.

What a sight to help us celebrate New Year's Eve.

Things I Didn't Plan On Doing

This is the last day of 2009 - tomorrow I'll welcome 2010 into my life. The year has a nice ring to it & I'm looking forward to spending the next 365 days with it. I think these days will be a gift - I hope to treat each one as such.
2009 brought things I never planned on doing or expected to have happen, but for which I am mostly thankful.

• I ran what I chose to consider an 'unrace' sled dog race this year and felt good with how it turned out.
  
• I watched my sister bravely face a giant and stand stronger every day. Seeing her courage has been the most inspirational thing I have ever witnessed or been akin to.
  
• In my husband and children are my treasures unspeakable. We've been blessed with time together in many places and for many occasions. These times have been the most unexpected events of the year.
  
• Abigail came home in April for a long weekend. My pleasure was in caring for her as she she did a little convalescing . :)
  
• Michaela graduated and was pinned in May in East Lansing - the family gathered to celebrate her long, sought-after accomplishment. She glowed - she truly glowed that night!
  
• Caleb graduated from RISD in RI the same month and we all, save Michaela who by this time was in the jungles of Ghana working in a clinic, traveled to share in his graduation ceremony and the magnum opus of his RISD career - his final show, "The Value of Nothing". Seeing him in his element - saturated with his talent, accomplishments and his compatriots was cause for me to nearly burst with pride.
• In June Abigail found her niche - a place all her own - as she started OT school in Morgantown, WV.
  
• With pleasure I had the privilege to spend two weeks in Colorado with my sister Lorraine as she started down, what would be, a grueling, long and deep journey toward health and recovery from Cancer.
• Chris came and we worked at perfecting the ubiquitous Mohito, took some walks and moved some rocks. We talked about the perfect chocolate chip cookie and more. So refreshing and relaxing.
  
• My devoted dog, Nike, left me with warm memories to cherish and feel for, what I know will be, years to come.
  
• In August, we took a spin down to Tulum, Mexico, to visit Caleb, Marci & Michaela. I met some amazing people -Mayans mostly, climbed to places so high my knees weakened and my head spun, and dove into the deep, warm waters of the Caribbean to catch a glimpse of a sea turtle and to say I did it. Wonderful Margaritas.
  
• Serendipitously the treasures of my life - the ones I love so much - came home for Christmas and we spent days playing games, making and eating scrumptious food, watching it snow, talking by the fire, watching it snow, snowshoeing, taking photos of wiener dogs (5 in all), celebrating the most wonderful day of the year together, and watching it snow.
  
• This year I slowed down, read more books, took longer walks and shorter runs.
• I've grown as a teacher and my work is something I am proud of. From my most challenging students I've learned unexpected lessons and achieved a little bit more wisdom that hasn't come easily.
• For 2010...I hope to pay attention. That's it...I want to pay attention and attend to the things 'I didn't plan on doing.'

HAPPY NEW YEAR - enjoy your days and treat them as the gifts they are.

The World's Best

Nike - the first and always the best.

Stopping by the Woods...

STOPPING BY THE WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING
by Robert Frost (1923)


Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Today-Tomorrow

TODAY my friend and "neighbor through the field", Peggy, came by with a quart canning jar full of homemade turkey/wild rice soup and a little bag of her whole wheat rolls - she said it's to speed my recovery from this modern day influenza infestation I've been spending so much time with. It's my first food of the day so I thought to have it in the sun-soaked living room by the fire and Christmas tree. Yes, I said sun-soaked - that is indeed the state of my living room right now. I haven't seen the sun in days - I think it's been six - and what a pleasure it is. Everything seems to wake up - including the snow - it's almost welcoming. I think tomorrow I'll take it up on its welcoming gesture and spend some time with it. I'll put everything warm on, snow shoes on my feet and a dog at my side(most probably Cooper) and walk through the field and down the trail we call Nike's - it connects Marci's Meadow to the Garden Field. I'll walk through small saplings, past mature hardwoods, a respectable white pine and along the lower marsh. It'll be very quiet and I'll look for Mountain Ash berries and cedar boughs for my flower boxes on the porch. I think that will be a perfect thing to do TOMORROW.

...and then the snow came..

It started snowing five days ago, and it has stopped only intermittently. From the forecast it will continue to snow through the next millennium. I've been home for four of those five days with what I've been told is the H1N1 flu virus. It's one of those virus's that doesn't mess around - it's stubborn and rife in its symptoms. I've had time to mostly sleep, drink those clear liquids, and yesterday I tried watching the Food Channel - it didn't work out so well. Being home and rather immobilized allows for the quadrupeds in my life to get some extra shut-eye with me; they're quite pleased that I've stopped moving around and have been settled.
Michaela is moving to Mount Pleasant today, Abigail is creating an accommodation for an O.T. case study and Caleb is in Providence rigorously gathering all he needs for his next show in Seattle in January. Marci is in Mexico - it's warm, sunny and calm down there. I can visual the white sand beaches and feel the soft ocean breeze.
Here, it continues to snow, and in actual fact, it's been really nice to watch winter take hold this year - as it does every year - but this year I've been able to stop and pay attention to it , even if it's been a forced halt and 'come to attention' to this detail and interesting phenomenon of the season.
I wish you a wonderful day.

The 1431st

On Tuesday, November 24th, soldiers from 3rd Platoon, 1431st Engineer Company (Sapper) Michigan Army National Guard, arrived home following a mission in Afganistan.

For 10-months, the 120 engineers from the 1431st performed more than 200 missions in Khost and Paktika provinces. Their primary mission was traveling some of the most dangerous roads in Afghanistan searching for IEDs; the number one threat to Coalition and Afghan forces. Up to their last mission on their last day together they successfully located and destroyed live IEDs.
According to U.S.Army 1st Sgt. Robert Jeannote, the 1st Sgt. for the 1431st Engineers and a native of Hubbell, MI, the unit would be awarded more than 40 purple hearts for acts of courage during this mission.

There was elated excitement as we gathered in the school's courtyard. I lined up with classes of Calumet school children - many waving flags or balloons, holding "Welcome Home" banners and giving cheers of thanks and for many shouts of thanksgiving, as the men - many of whom are Copper Country natives - arrived to participate in the discharge ceremony in the Calumet gymnasium. As I looked at the faces of those young men I saw a story behind each one - a story to be told of experiences and people, and of days that would add a new layer to who they are today and will be tomorrow.
I was so proud to be an American that day.

Thanksgiving

Today is Thanksgiving Day. I really love the tradition of this holiday and I especially love all the flavors of the traditional meal. I spent the day making pies to take to a gathering of friends in the evening. Rather than a simply succulent roasted turkey with all of the trimmings - including stuffing, which is my all time favorite part of the meal, we noshed on prime rib, mashed potatoes, vegetable casseroles and chocolate cheese cake. I felt the customary apple and pumpkin pies must be had as well, they were part of my contribution to the meal. Later in the evening the musicians in the group played mandolins and guitars for a hearty hour or two. It was a wonderful evening.
Blessings to you all.

One Great Run

Today was one of those days when everything worked the way you always hope it will. This was one cold, rain-soaked, snow-pelleted, wind-blown day and it was great. Katabatic and Memphis led with Red and Smokey making the corrections and keeping (Memphis) doing the right thing (she's always ready to go and always ready to try to turn the team around to take them home).Without Nike's confidence and enthusiasm beside her, Kat did her best - I was so proud of her again. Taku-Chinook, Zephyr-Matanuska were perfect! Whoo-hoo!

Halloween

Tonight we had Halloween!
In the past 31 years we've had 3 Trick-or-Treaters knocking on our door. But tonight (!) thanks to the recruitment efforts of "my neighbor through the back field, Peggy" we had 13!! Here are four of them...very cute!

Nothing Gold Can Stay

by Robert Frost

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold,
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Trail 17

The Hancock/Calumet trail travels through the heart of the Copper Country range. More than three-quarters of the nation's copper came from this region of the Keweenaw Peninsula from 1843 to the 1920's. It was the only place on earth where pure copper was found so free of impurities that it could be formed into pots and pans without refining or processing.
The Mineral Range Railroad cars hauled hard-rock copper along this route throughout those years. Today this section of the rolling corridor is home to 13.4 miles of trail that also goes by the names "Jack Stevens Calumet-Hancock Rail Trail" and "Snowmobile Trail #17. It alternates between crushed stone and dirt, and as I travel on it I sail past stands of northern hardwoods, numerous ponds, wetlands, fishing spots, mine tailing piles (piles of rock brought to the surface during mining), and other relics of the copper mining era. I've spent countless hours and traveled countless miles on Trail 17 during the past 26 years. The old rails and ties were pulled up and hauled away years ago - and tonight as I ran with Cooper, I stopped to listened to the quiet, to breath in the pervasive spicy smell of the autumn forest, to study the stands of trees - most of which have given up their leaves now, and to think about the history laid down by this strand of trail.

Blind Hog Cider Press

"There are times when even a blind hog finds an acorn."
...it seemed to be a long-shot - the success of a cider press designed and built in David's shop by himself and his friend, George. Apples are bumper cropping this year apple on trees that were purposefully planted and those planted by herds of cows over the years. This was our first taste of the Blind Hog Cider Press product with the promise of more to come.

The Very Day I Wait For

AUTUMN

by Emily Dickinson

The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry’s cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.

The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I’ll put a trinket on.

Today is the tenth day of October, we've shared it with the first snow of the season. The wind started stiffly blowing early in the morning, followed by the snow which came in an assortment of forms and volume. Large, quarter-sized flakes, hard balls of corn-snow, at times horizontal blankets, tiny, floating crystalline-like bits that clung to the branches of the trees and grasses in the fields and glistened when the sun shone through the low-hung gray clouds (enlarge the pictures of the birches and you'll see what I mean) - all served to accumulate and leave a clean white ground covering that Robert Frost would have been more than pleased with.

It is this very day I wait for all year - this remarkable change in season day - from here on there'll be no question: we're on the cusp of winter. With that in mind David and I loaded a few dogs into the car - our destination wasn't mapped out - we let the roads take us where they would. We ended up at a bridge - we'd been there once before. Following the Sturgeon River Road we came to "THE BRIDGE" - it seems to lead only to a red farm house as it spans the Sturgeon River. We didn't cross it but someday I will and investigate the possibilty that the road just might reduce to a wee-small two track beyond the red farm house - and follow along the river bank.

Load 'Em Up!

There's only one thing better than a freshly painted dog truck...a freshly painted dog truck loaded with a team of ready-to-run Alaskans! :)