Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Attempting Real World Success in the Midst of Pretending

     The warmer temperatures over the past few days have given us a bit of spring fever and urged us to spend more time outdoors.  I have shared with family members and friends in the past that it IS possible to go outside here in the winter (even at 20 degrees below zero) if you are dressed properly for it.  Of course it's much easier to do when the "winter" temperatures are hovering between 40-50 degrees.  As a result, we venture on hikes anytime we can (including after church on Sundays, even in our "church" clothes, like a bunch or tourists)!  We also opt for earlier and earlier school lessons, so that additional "elective" learning can take place outdoors.

     Sunday proved to be such a treat, as the temperatures were warm enough NOT to wear coats.  After BBQ potluck (because Baptists are all about some food, fun, and fellowship), we drove out of Palmer, AK, and headed toward the Knik River.  Our destination was "where the road ends" -- Knik River Lodge adjacent to Knik River Glacier.  The scenery was absolutely amazing, but we were most intrigued by the number of homes on that stretch of road.  Having traveled somewhat extensively throughout the state, seeing very few people, observing that many homes so close together didn't seem to fit the scenery.  Nevertheless, when the road ended, we found ourselves nestled next to the river with breath-taking beauty and a desire to return when the lodge is officially open for the tourist season.

View from Knik River Lodge


We won't be doing the helicopter ride to the glacier that they offer, but we would love to hike over the pass and reach it on foot!  We obviously weren't dressed appropriately for such a jaunt, so we satisfied ourselves hiking to Pioneer Falls -- a frozen waterfall just off the main road.  Do you know that smell?  That woodsy, fall smell of fresh mountain water, spruce trees and moss all competing to fill your nasal cavity simultaneously?  Well...that was Pioneer Falls -- and we muddied our good church shoes just to get close to it!  And, yes, we'd do it again in a heartbeat!  So our outdoor nature lessons continue, and we are convinced this is a special type of heaven on Earth.

Frozen Arm of the Knik River
Pioneer Falls














Returning home, Michael decided to surprise Ethan with a pop-quiz for Monday.  The lesson: Fire-starting 101! Now you might think it strange that we would incorporate such a lesson into Ethan's repertoire, but we felt that because we now reside in the Last Frontier, knowing how to start a fire in the wilderness is essential!  Ironically, it was during our recent trip to the Fairbanks/North Pole area that this particular curriculum idea came to my husband.  In a family of introverts, a quiet, lengthy trip with very little conversation is not unusual.  Well...except for Ethan. Michael lovingly refers to him as our mathematical anomaly -- i.e. the Lord took two negatives and gave us a positive! Yay, for algebra lessons throughout all of life!

At any rate, Ethan keeps us entertained on long trips, and we usually sit quietly thinking to ourselves.  Our thoughts have a way of surfacing - usually a week or two later - and this idea was no exception.  Michael told Ethan that once his lessons were done for the day, he would be given an opportunity to show that he had been listening to all of their conversations about hunting - a quiz, if you will, for a real "survival" scenario; and, that he would be expected to build a fire in the snow without adult assistance.  Well, Ethan was up before 7:00 a.m., ready for lessons!  Perhaps we should let him set something on fire everyday.

     For whatever reason, building a campfire and role-playing survival scenarios brings out the "John Wayne" in both of them.  Donned in dusters and cowboy hats, they made their way into the snow melting in our backyard.  Ethan was quick to snatch birch bark, which burns really well and serves as a great fire-starter.  He also headed for the hanging moss in the spruce trees, which was a very interesting, unexpected, and wise choice.  After gathering his starter, he went to work with the kukri gathering small branches and pieces of kindling.  A kukri is a weapon of choice for British fighters in Nepal - so history came into play during the lesson as well.  Thank goodness for Daddy and his history lessons!  Finally, Ethan had a lighter, matches, and cotton balls soaked in petroleum jelly -- all items that would have been packed into a backpack if they were truly hunting together.

     The Scenario: Dad has fallen off the 4-wheeler in the Alaskan wilderness while the two of them are on a caribou hunt.  He hit his head, is currently unconscious, and the sun is beginning to set.

The Goal: Build a fire to warm Dad and signal a rescue helicopter or plane;
                 Build a small shelter for the night (the next lesson); and
                 Do self-aid buddy care until help arrives (final lesson).

Ironically, the most difficult part of the lesson was for us.  Fighting the urge to jump in and "help" Ethan, offer unwanted advice, assist with his planning process, and help with his methodology was so difficult!  We nearly ruined the pop quiz because we thought we knew how to do it the best!  In the end, Ethan politely asked us both to stop helping him and to let him do it on his own.  It was then, that we realized, pass or fail, he is branching out in independence, wanting a chance to prove himself -- just like we all have done.  Perhaps if we allow "failures" now, in the safety and security of our own backyard, the failures in the real-world will be minimized.  Or perhaps when we expect failure, we will be pleasantly surprised when our way might have worked, but his does, too...


"Even a child is known by his doings, whether his work be pure and whether it be right."
Proverbs 20:11

Saturday, February 21, 2015

     As the poor East coast (and much of our families in the Midwest and East) battle arctic temperatures, ice, and snow, we are beginning the day with rain and 40 degree temperatures -- quite uncharacteristic for this time of year.  Our youngest son, Ethan, and I had planned an ice fishing trip for today, but the warmer temperatures earlier in the week, coupled with today's rain forced a change of plans.

     "Standing water on a semi-frozen lake does not for a safe or fun day make!"

The result: a lazy Saturday indoors!  With a self-imposed "no-TV" day, we are keeping tabs on fun projects recently started and acquiring new skills!  Our first project of the day has consisted of nurturing our sprouting herb garden.  While the photos may not appear to hold much promise, I assure you, those green leaves you see have taken two weeks and a miracle to grow.  For those of you that know me, I do not espouse to being a gardener of any sort, nor to having a green thumb, or even a green fingernail.  My poor husband, Michael, will attest that during the early years of our marriage, he learned NEVER to bring a home a plant of any sort!

Herb Garden Planting - Day 1
Herb Garden Growth - Day 15

      After lovingly purchasing a hanging plant for me to hang in the front window of the new home we would share together, he got his first dose of "crazy."  As we walked into our new home in North Pole for the very first time, he told me that he had gotten the plant to symbolize the "new life we would grow together."  I was amazed at such a thoughtful gift, but almost immediately burst into terrified tears. Like any new husband, he wasn't quite sure exactly how to react.  He patiently asked if he had done something wrong by getting the plant and surprising me with it in our new home. Through my sobs, I looked at him and cried, "I hope it doesn't symbolize our love because I'm just going to kill it!" No green thumb here...perhaps black is a more appropriate color!  However,  I'm happy to report that even though that little hanging plant perished almost immediately 14 years ago, we continue to grow as a family to this day.

     And, I'm also happy to report that with the advice of some very proficient gardeners on the Blue Ridge Parkway and a plethora of  Pinterest postings, we've decided to give plants another try.  We were hoping for small successes and have achieved those.  Now we await the growth from garden to table for the finale and ultimate celebration; but the progress is exciting, and those tears from long ago have been replaced with happy little dances around the kitchen with each new sprout. It's just a new kind of "crazy"!

     With the herb garden tended, I am finishing a baby blanket for Baby Jackson, the first-born son of my "baby" brother, Matthew, and his wife, Ruthie.  Ethan has opted to work on several sketches for upcoming art contest submissions.  Later, if the rain continues, we plan to pull out the banjo, the guitar, and the Learn to Play the Banjo book.  We're not good enough to have an official "Alaskan Hootenanny" yet -- but just like that herb garden -- we're growing!


"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven...
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;" Ecclesiastes 3:1, 2b

Reliving Alaska

     Greetings from Meadow Lakes, Alaska!  This blog, as many other Alaskan blogs, is intended primarily for distant relatives and friends who want to keep up with our family while we are living in Alaska.  However, for those of you who dream of visiting this great state or who just simply want to live vicariously through the adventures of others, you, too, are welcome!  We are a simple family, humbly pursuing the Lord's will for our lives.  As a result, He has led us to Alaska - for a second time - and we believe it is an honor and privilege to be here!

       Many years ago we called the North Pole/Fairbanks area our home.  After a 10-year hiatus to the Lower 48, we have returned to the MatSu Valley, eager for this latest chapter in the journey in store for our family.  We invite you to join us as we embrace all that the Last Frontier has to offer -- venturing into new territory, experiencing new adventures, creating new memories, and...reliving and loving Alaska!