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With or Without You

As we drove up the Missouri River valley last night, U2's "With or Without You" came on the radio.  I, of course, began singing along.  Then I realized that Sebastian was singing as well.  Singing U2 with our son was a great way to end our long, hot family vacation, which Michael had dubbed the "Show Off Sebastian Tour."

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After our time in Arkansas, we visited my Mom, the extreme heat limiting our ability to enjoy the outdoors, but we still toured Lindenwood Gardens and played at the local splash pad.  Sebastian loves gardens, particularly hunting for rocks.  Everywhere we go he now collects one or two rocks. 

A quick excursion to Miami one evening allowed us to see dear friends, and we stopped in Claremore to visit my step-dad who delights in his new grandson.

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In Oklahoma City we attended Cathedral of Hope, the church I pastored from 2005-2010.  Sebastian ventured up and down the aisles greeting people, many of whom were so delighted to meet our son.

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While seeing family and some friends (and struggling to survive the extreme heat) we took Sebastian to some places that meant a lot to us--the parks and streets of our old neighborhood, the spot where we were married, the restaurant where we had our first dinner and date.  Our final evening he played in the pool with his cousins.

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He seemed to grow up a lot during this trip.  He now gives high fives and has learned to shake hands, even venturing around restaurants to shake hands with strangers.  He gets out of bed on his own, even when they were a little too high for that.  He can slide without being held the whole way down.  And he understands more and more words.  Plus, he sings along to U2, which is really cool.


Good Art Work

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The first time I visited Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art about five years ago shortly after it opened, what stood out to me besides the pretty setting, the architecturally marvelous buildings, and the fine collection was the people.  When Ann Walton opened the museum she wanted it to be free and open to the public and to bring fine art into a region that was often lacking.  Of course free museums have become more common now, but at the time this was a new thing.  And the people in attendance at the museum were not the sort one usually saw in museums.  It was a noticeable difference.

The second time I visited, later that year when Michael, Mom, and I jotted over from her house for a quick, after holiday tour, what impressed me was the fine collection of queer art--both gay artists and gay subjects.  And some of the cards even drew explicit attention to the gay themes.  A daring step in Northwest Arkansas, I thought.

But then Northwest Arkansas is always a bit of a paradox.  Eureka Springs represents that quite well.  The old Victorian heart of the city is very gay-friendly, with rainbow flags and gay-owned businesses and one of the first equality ordinances in the state.  But the outer ring of more modern hotels and attractions is very evangelical, include the towering statue of the Christ of the Ozarks and the Passion Play.  When I was a kid, we stayed in the outer ring, as an adult we stayed in the heart of the town.  The whole region is like that--liberal pockets surrounded by right-wing fundamentalists.

This visit there was a noticeable increase in African-American art and more attention to it.  

I continue to marvel at the fine collection and the wonderful buildings.  I have yet to enjoy the trail system, as the days have either been too hot or too cold when I've visited.

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Sebastian's new mobility made him not as easy a museum guest as he once was, but still not too bad.  Fortunately Crystal Bridges has a great kids space, where he played with other children, and some wide rooms where he enjoyed making noise and running around.

My favourite new addition was the installation of four massive sculptures--one in the courtyard and three along the trail from the upper parking lot--of the four seasons.

Good work is being done with this museum.

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Old Ties

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I was 27 years old in 2001 when I moved to Fayetteville, Arkansas to become the Associate Pastor for Student and Family Life of Rolling Hills Baptist Church.  Now I'm 42 and many of the youth I worked with at the time are older than I was then.  I'm now older than some of the parents were then.

Since 20o5 I had made no extended visit to Fayetteville, returning for a couple weddings and a few funerals or a quick stop going and coming between Oklahoma City and Eureka Springs when visiting the latter for a romantic weekend.  So there were many people I had not seen in more than a decade.

I've always loved Fayetteville.  I enjoyed visiting there before I even moved there, as it contains my favourite used bookstore.  The area is rich with artists and farmer's and natural beauty.  Michael and I have often talked of retiring there.

This trip we stayed in the home of Brad and Sherri Fry.  Sherri was my realtor in 2001 and when my house wasn't ready for my start date at the church, she offered to let me live with them for six weeks, which I did, sealing a lasting bond.  They came to Omaha last summer to meet Sebastian and this visit Sebastian and Brad in particular developed a close bond.  

Rolling Hills is celebrating the 50th anniversary of the beginning of their church plant this coming Sunday.  I wrote the pastor that I couldn't make that celebration but would be in town the week before and that my family would come to church that week.  He wrote back welcoming me and invited me to share a reminiscence.  Introducing my husband and son to this Baptist congregation I served was a remarkable moment for me.

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After church we lunched at the best fried chicken in the world--AQ Chicken's "Chicken Over the Coals."  Sebastian was so tired he slept on my shoulder throughout the meal, compelling me to eat fried chicken one-handed.  I have decided that the key parenting skill is learning to do everything with one hand.

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That evening dear old friends the Wardlows, the Fergusons, the Spicers, and Julianne Brown came over for a visit and to meet our son.  The visit was filled with such encounters with former youth and youth parents and other Fayetteville friends, occupying our lunches and dinners.  Tuesday night we met up with Julie, Aaron, and Jonah Weegens.  Julie had been a high school student in 2001 and I performed her wedding sometime later.  When Jonah was born six years ago he was the first child of one of my former youth, so Michael and I made a quick stop to hold the newborn baby.  Now he and Sebastian played together.  What a delight.

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We stayed up late each night sharing stories and laughing.

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And we visited some of my favourite places. The arts colony of Terra Studios where Sebastian frolicked among the quirky sculptures, we bought some new art, and even Sebastian picked out a pottery bowl that he liked. The Farmer's Market, encircling the town square with its well-maintained gardens (the Pride display in the visitor's center was a welcome site). Hugo's for the Blue Moon Burger.  Wilson Park for the whimsical castle.  And there were a handful of other places we didn't get to.

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The trip was healing and restorative for me, strengthening and in some places retying bonds.  But it was mostly fun, sharing people and places I enjoy with my family.


The Pivot

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After our 13 mile hike along the Eagle Creek Trail, we returned to Hood River for flights of beer and burgers at pFriem.  I was very excited by the note in the men's bathroom above the changing table.  This hospitality is lacking in so many places which don't even have changing tables in the men's rooms.  

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Across the street was Waterfront Park and a creative, unusual playground area with grassy berms, climbing walls, giant wooden xylophones, and more. I missed Sebastian in the moment.  Clearly my mind was pivoting to my return home.

The lake was filled with paragliders, their colourful chutes floating across the crisp blue skies.

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We meandered along the waterfront and I took my shoes off in order to enjoy the grass on bare feet--making sure to avoid the goose shit.

Friday we slept in, ate breakfast in Parkland at a place decorated with reggae and NASCAR memorabilia and a poster from The Crow.  The coffee was very bad.  

We cleaned up the cabin and departed, deciding to drive up and over the mountain instead of down the gorge.  We arrived at McMenamins, where Dan had brought me three years before, for lunch and to kill time drinking beer and playing shuffleboard.  The place was filling up with evening concert goers, but we enjoyed the activity and browsed the shops, including watching the glass blower.

Dan dropped me at the airport early so he could get home to his wife.  He had to leave town again the next day for a church conference.

As I've typed this probable last post on my Oregon hiking journey, I've been listening to Aaron Copland's Fanfare for the Common Man, always a great accompaniment to the landscapes of the American West.


Lunching with Chipmunks

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For our final day of hiking Dan recommended Eagle Creek.  "It's a great waterfall hike."  Plus it afforded nice stops and opportunities to decide if we would press on.

We began early in order to beat the rush on a nice day.  We took the first two miles leisurely, often pausing to take pictures and to enjoy the scenery.  When we made the return trip I had forgotten how much was contained within this first phase of the hike.

With clear sunny skies predicted, we didn't pack our rain gear.  Which means it rained on us a couple of times that day.

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At two miles were Punchbowl Falls.  Shortly after those falls a bridge was down, but most folk wanting to go higher just forded the stream.  

A little more than a mile past Punchbowl you reach another waterfall at the end of a long crevase.  This is the best view of the fault that originally formed the valley.  The water at the bottom of the crevase is very clear and moving gently (though quickly).  But the entrance to the slit is a loud and beautiful rapids.  Fortunately this splendid spot is traversed by High Bridge.  Dan and I chose to lunch there.

 

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Shortly after we stopped, two chipmunks ran across the bridge behind us.  We threw them some bread which they nibbled a few feet away from us.  As we lunched, they stayed with us, coming inches from us at times.  A few things, like some peanuts, they crammed into their cheeks and ran off into the brush, maybe to store for later?  The moment felt like a genuine friendly communion with two animals.  "Companions," Dan said, referring to the literal--those with whom you share bread.

Taking in the glory of the view I told Dan that my funeral plan is for people to receive ashes to spread someplace that is significant to their relationship with me.  I told him this spot was where he would have to deposit his share of my ashes.

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The trail had been fun, but not rough.  At times we held the hand railings on the narrow, rocky cliffsides, and we had been rained on, but we weren't tired and the time was still early, so we elected to continue another three miles to Tunnel Falls.  We made one more long stop on our ascent of the valley, sitting beside the creek casting rocks into the stream.  I stood momentarily in the cold water to refresh my feet.

The final 40 minutes or so of the ascent we weren't taking time to look about as much, determined to reach our endpoint.  And Tunnel Falls did not disappoint.  A thundering tall falls with a tunnel carved behind.  Standing on the slick rocks as the spray rush passed you loudly felt dangerous and joyfully exhilarating.  We whooped and hollered and took many pictures and videos.

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A brief rest and we started our return cutting our time in half on the first half back.  The chipmunks were still at High Bridge, now eating with a different group of hikers.  We also saw four other Nebraskans on the trail.

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The final two miles after Punchbowl felt much longer than they had in the morning, and when we reached the end, we took our boots off and let our tired feet soak a little in the stream.  We had hiked almost thirteen miles and around 1100 feet in elevation and back.  Even though we saw many hikers much older than we are, the day made us feel younger than our age.

However, the tiredness and soreness the next day and the days after reminded me, I am really 42.


Working Breakfast--Evening Fire

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Dan and I have been bouncing around a project idea for a few years, so Wednesday of last week was our time to work on that.  We drove up to Timberline Lodge on Mt. Hood for breakfast and settled into the upstairs bar for rather early drinks while we advanced our plans.  We watched people skiing and trekking outside, as we were well above the snow line.  

After our long, and at times difficult, hike of the day before, we chose to take it easy on Wednesday.  The morning had been clear, a rare occurrence, with beautiful views of Mt. Hood which is one reason we also drove up the mountain.  The night before as we drove back to Hood River, Mt. Adams loomed clearly in the view.  Previously the northern horizon had been shrouded in cloud, so I had no idea to expect a beautiful towering mountain right there in my view.  I said, "It's so strange to know that this huge thing was right there all along and I was unaware."

Speaking of the mountains.  When I flew in on Monday I had experienced the wonder of flying over Western landscapes and then floating down out of the high clouds to see the volcanic peaks of the Cascades and fly directly alongside Mt. Hood.  Glorious.

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"Because it's clear, let's go to Mirror Lake."  The lake is supposed to afford great reflective views of Mt. Hood.  Alas, after a much longer than expected uphill trudge, we arrived to no view of the mountain, as the clouds had appeared while we were walking.  A man in flip flops asked, "I thought you could see the mountain from here."  We answered, "It's behind those clouds."  Dan translated, "Did I walk all the way up here in flip flops and see nothing?"

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Speaking of flip flops we were quite often surprised last week by the poor choices people had made before going hiking--lack of good shoes, dressed improperly, without water.  We were incensed at times to see people on steep, rough hikes with small dogs who clearly were miserable.

After the longer and more tiring and largely unrewarding hike at Mirror Lake, we stopped for lunch in Government Camp, Oregon (that's the village's name) for a wonderful lunch at a Czech cafe.

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On the drive home we pulled off to see the grave a of Pioneer Woman, who died on the Oregon Trail, and saw part of the Barlow Road, the original road carved through the region for the Oregon Trail pioneers.  I said, "We are unworthy of our ancestors."

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We also visited a fruit stand and fed some goats.

That evening we chose to stay at the cabin, build a campfire (proving our masculine skills), and drink and snack as we laughed uproariously.  We remarked on the enduring fascination of building and maintaining a fire, watching it burn, and, even more fun, burning things in it.  Dan had ripped some shorts that day, so we burned those.  "Burning your shorts" we decided should become a euphemism for something really enjoyable happening.


Misery Ridge

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The women were quite nervous as they very carefully and slowly descended past us on the Misery Ridge trail.  We were ascending.  One woman said, "I think you chose correctly.  It would be easier to descend the other way."  I responded, "He's been here before and made that call this morning."

This despite 30 minutes before hearing some man say to the woman with him about us, "I think I'd rather descend this way than the other."

We did chose wisely.  The Misery Ridge trail was long slopes of loose gravel with little to hold onto.  The other trail was mostly swtichbacks and steps, much, much easier on knees and nerves.

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Smith Rock was glorious, even with the rough hike up and down the mountain.  

For our second day of hiking Dan recommended driving two hours near Bend, in the high desert for this wonderful place very unlike the Gorge and the Cascades.  As we drove around the side of Mt. Hood, it snowed on us.  On June 14.  Later that day Michael sent me a thermometer reading on his car back here in Omaha that read 108 degrees.

As we descended from Mt. Hood toward Bend one noticed that the trees began getting shorter.  Then scrub grass appeared.  And finally, the trees disappeared.  Radical changes in landscape in a few miles.

Smith Rock is a small canyon with towering rock formations--something like a Yosemite in miniature.  The place is popular with rock climbers, and we watched many ascending the walls.  Little stands were conveniently placed with crutches and stretchers for those who might need them.

Along the floor of the canyon runs a gentle stream graced with wildflowers.  The valley was filled with song birds.  After the clouds and rain of the day before, the bright sunlight was a welcome refreshment as we walked gently along the bank, pausing often to look up at the rock towers beside us.

Then we ascended Misery Ridge, a humble reminder of our age as we saw much younger people bounding up and down.  From the top there were wide views of the valley.

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After our hike we enjoyed delicious food and beer at Crux Fermentation Project.


Hiking Lost Lake in a Hail Storm

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Okay, the hail part goes like this.

As we came along the final stretch of our hike around Lost Lake, a little girl, walking with her family, said to us excitedly, "Did you get hailed on?"

We had not.  Apparently it did hail.  We had ten or fifteen minutes before heard ominous rushing winds, so maybe that was actually hail in the near distance, but fortunately not falling on us.  

That does not preclude that the story will now be that we, my Episcopal rector and soon to be Canon friend Dan Morrow, did hike around Lost Lake in a hail storm.

I was in Oregon for a week of hiking as part of my sabbatical.  Despite wanting a week of hiking, I had also planned this to be the real retreat portion, though after last week's mass murder in Orlando, I was unable to cut myself off of the internet all week as I had planned.  I felt not only a personal need to connect but a responsibility to be present.  Dan and I also have a project (or maybe projects) idea that we have been tossing around and this would be a chance to work on that some.  More on that later.

I left Omaha that Monday morning bright and early, taking a cab as my husband and child were still asleep.  Dan picked me up at a time that was still early in Portland and we went to breakfast before driving up the Columbia River Gorge to Hood River.  I had last (and for the first time) been to Oregon three years ago in the winter to lead a Lenten discussion for Dan on the Problem of Evil.  I knew then that I wanted to return and do some hiking.  Last year Dan and I were going to hike together in New England as part of the sabbatical that I had planned before news of Sebastian's impending birth delayed the time off.  Months ago I asked Dan about hiking around him and he arranged with some church members to use their cabin in Parkland, near Mount Hood.

The weather in Oregon was cooler than average, only reaching a high of 70 once while I was there.  The near 100 degree temperatures back home were happily missed and returning to this heat has made me irritable.

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In Hood River we drank some of the many delicious local beers as we plotted out the week's events, then grabbed our groceries and headed up to the cabin.  After getting settled we took a short hike to one of two Punchbowl Falls we would visit last week before driving up to Lost Lake.

Rain began to fall as we arrived.  Dan had left his rain jacket at the cabin, so he bought a temporary poncho from the General Store, though they only had what was labeled kids-sized.  That it fit Dan made me wonder how it would engulf a child.  We then began the two hour walk through the pine forests as the rain came and went, enjoying the lush surroundings and admiring the newts lazing in the water.

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Memorial Weekend

Sebastian's eyes sparkled with delight as he was swinging on the shore of Minneapolis' Lake Calhoun.  

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We took the Memorial Weekend to travel north to see some of Michael's family--the Minnesota Ciches.  Saturday was spent with a handful of the family as Sebastian enjoyed being the center of attention and Michael sat for a good, long conversation with his grandfather.  

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Sunday we slept in and then took a morning walk at the Eloise Butler Wildflower Garden where we crossed paths with a large turkey.  Then lunch with Aunt Mary at the tiki bar Psycho Suzi's Motor Lounge.  

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Sunday afternoon we then strolled along Lake Calhoun where Sebastian enjoyed the toddler-sized playground (and his protective father didn't have to worry about him getting run over by older kids).  Sunday evening we dined with friends the Saylors.  And Monday we traveled home, taking our time with a long, leisurely stop in Clear Lake, Iowa for a walk around the Central Gardens of North Iowa and lunch on the town square overlooking the lake.  

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We dined in the Danish town of Elk Horn, Iowa, after giving Sebastian time to play in the playground at the Little Mermaid Garden in Kimballton, Iowa.  A double rainbow greeted us as we neared Council Bluffs Monday evening.  


Session One and Session Two

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Monday night there was a final reception for the participants in Session One.  Then huge groups were out drinking late into the night.

Tuesday morning after breakfast folk were heading out, many to the train station.  Chris was very helpful in taking Christie, Melissa, and me to the station.  Finally got to say goodbye to Raqi who was there as well.  Said goodbye to Christie.  Melissa and I were on the same train.  She departed at Harlem station.  In Grand Central I ran into Rob, who was also on the same train, though we didn't know it.  That was the last of the session one goodbyes.  I made good friends in those ten days and am glad that Facebook will facilitate us keeping in touch.

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I arrive in New York about 12:30 and walked from Grand Central to Central Park where I had my required hotdog.  I visited Bethesda Fountain, that sacred spot so important in my story because of its role in Angels in America.  Found a nice rock to sit on in some shade and rest for a while.  Eventually made my way to the Metropolitan Museum of Art for my first ever visit.  What a mess that place is.  Finally worn out by it, I headed back to the Park and eventually took a nap on a lawn.  It was a blazing hot day in New York.  I only seem to be there when it is blazing hot or bitter cold.

Mekado met up with me around 6:45 at Columbus Circle.  We dropped stuff off at his place in Hell's Kitchen and then went for dinner in the West Village and Big Gay Ice Cream after.  I collapsed and slept till almost nine a.m.

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Wednesday morning we walked the High Line, visited Chelsea Market, and looked over the Hudson River.  Then lunch at Burger Joint, which is tucked into a hotel.  Followed that with a couple of hours browsing MOMA where a special exhibit was showing Jasper Johns' work of 2012-2013 and the painting Regrets/Jasper Johns was marvelous.

Then back to Grand Central and the train back to New Haven.  Arrived just in time to change for dinner, which I had had time to shower first.  Had dinner with my new workshop group for session two.  Our teacher is Robin Hemley.  Then drinks with Tanya and Ploi.  Tried Skyping with Michael last night, but was having computer issues.  This morning I'm tired and have a headache and it's raining cats and dogs again.