Unexpected Drive

Today, I accepted my second Amazon Flex block ever. It was a 4-hour block that paid $95. When my husband and I pulled into the lane as directed in the outdoor Amazon loading dock, I was happy to see only two bins of packages for me to deliver today. I proceeded to scan and load the packages into my car, Olive. (She is little and black, so her name is perfect! And, did I mention she gets 45mpg in town? 37mpg on the highway? Yes!) 

As I started sorting the envelopes into the plastic tote to keep them from getting lost amongst the boxes, I noticed one was addressed to a lady in Inkom and one in Pocatello. Turns out that all of the packages were going to Pocatello or Inkom. What!? I had to drive an hour before I could even start delivering?! That was unexpected. I thought all of the deliveries I would be doing as a flex driver would be local. I wasn’t so sure it was worth the money.

Especially when at one of the last stops, I had a huge scare… my first run-in with not just one, but two huge dogs! Rottweilers? Mastiffs? One of each? I am not sure, but they each had a bark like they could take me down and eat me in one gulp! Maybe two or three.

I had walked warily past the beware of dogs sign, up the steps, and onto the large deck toward the front door. I paused before reaching out to knock, as I could see that the door behind the heavy old-fashioned wooden blue painted screen door was open.

They must have heard my approach. Just then, the first dog flew through the unlatched screen door, throwing it open so hard it slammed against the house. I was surprised, but honed in on his barking mouth. He did not bare his teeth or foam at the mouth as he ran past me, rather than straight at me. In that split second, I figured I would be ok. Until… the second dog came barreling through the screen door at break-neck speed. I prepared for the worst. My entire body tensed, waiting for the bite. My arm? My leg? Would he jump at me to attack? Nope. He ran right past me, barking louder than his buddy.

At the same moment, his owner with a gray scraggly beard appeared at the door. Walking through the door, he gently placed his hand on my shoulder to calm me. (I am sure I looked petrified.)

His wife, not much taller than those big dogs, followed behind him and said, “The dogs won’t bite. They are friendly.”

I exhaled, forced a smile, said thank you, and handed her the bubble-padded envelope. She walked with me back to my car parked in the dirt driveway a fair distance from her front door. Her husband secured the dogs near the house.

I opened my car door and melted into my seat, finally able to breathe normally. I backed us down the driveway and out onto the road. The shaking and teary eyes could not be helped as my body was relieved of the tension and added adrenaline that was released in my “flight or fight” moment.

Those famous last words were playing over and over in my head, “Get a gun.” Meaning a stungun for protection from animals. If only I could remember the one recommended to me before I decided to start delivering with Amazon.

The positives from today were the beautiful fall weather, the view, not becoming lunch for those two dogs, and having my husband with me. Days like today make me feel like I want to travel.

Beautiful Colors

Serendipity

Desert Mountain Sunset

Last night, Joe and I took a last-minute drive east of town. We captured this beautiful sunset over the Sawtooth mountains to the west. The narrow horizontal line in the middle of the image is the Snake River meandering through town, catching the reflection of the setting sun. I love moments like this!!

It’s Life

What are you doing this evening?

Watching the presidential debate between former President Trump and Vice President Kamala Harris. Nothing earth-shattering to report. In my opinion, if an Independent was watching, I doubt they were swayed one way or the other.

I’m also thinking of my dad. Today would have been his 85th birthday. He passed away this last January. It would have been interesting to hear his take on the debate. He was a Trump supporter who liked the economy when Trump was in office.

It was a rough day. One thing I did not anticipate upon my dad’s death was my brother moving in with my mom and how that would change the dynamics of my relationship with my mom. He is divorced, and in his 50’s, so he is not responsible for anyone else. He and I have not really ever been on the same “sense of responsibility” scale.

My worry is that he will take advantage of our mom financially. But, I believe we are only taken advantage of as far as we allow it… unless there is a mind altering substance involved. In this situation, there is none of that. So, I just have to trust he has her best interest at heart. Maybe now that I know my mom feels good about relying on my brother, my husband and I can move to an area in a warmer climate.

I’m feeling a little lost. Our children are grown and raising families of their own. My mom doesn’t need us like I thought she would. My sister is happily married, working, and nearing retirement. Maybe I should quit my job, sell the house, and, as I mentioned, take my retired husband and move to a warmer part of the country. All of my family lives here in my hometown. There are a lot of memories here. The good, the bad, and the ugly. Maybe a new start in a new place with people our own age (haha) would not be so bad.

The question is, where? Nevada, where there are no taxes? California, where the governor scares me? Arizona? New Mexico? Southern Utah, where the dirt is red? Let the dreaming begin! (Or figuring out I am just feeling emotional and trying to run away from it all!)

My husband and his unconditional love amazes me! So grateful he is willing to ride this rollercoaster of a life with me!

Morning!

What’s your favorite time of day?

Easy. Anyone who knows me very well knows I love mornings! The air is cool and crisp…well, not so crisp in the dog days of summer, but still cooler than midday in mid summer. 😎 

Mornings are when everything good happens, like the start of a trip,  a morning walk before breakfast, or….picture this….

A stay at the cabin on the 8th Crow Wing Lake in Northern Minnesota. It is early in the morning. You wake your family, grab your  lunch and fishing gear gathered the night before, and head from the cabin down to the lake.

The light is barely peaking through the cloudy sky. The steam is lifting from the lake, creating a misty appearance all around. The water is still and glass-like, the air so quiet that you can not avoid hearing the creeking sound of the wooden planks beneath the tip toes of your feet. The rocking as you step down inside the boat breaks the glassy appearance, forming the first mini waves across the water, and the quiet talking and laughter is an indication of a family fun day ahead.

Starting the motor cuts through the silence, deafening the tinkling of the lures dangling at the end of each fishing poles that are clanking while being secured for the chilly morning boat ride toward the perfect fishing spot near the lilly pads on the other side of the lake. (Because the lilly pads on this side of the lake are not good enough for fishing. One must always boat to the other side!) 😉

Crossing the misty lake, zipping my jacket all the way up, stretching the sleeves over to warm my hands, creating fresh wake behind the boat, I can’t help but smile a sleepy smile looking forward to a day of fishing with my family, each of us hoping to catch the first fish!

Yes! Morning is:  awaking to a fresh start, a new day, the beginning, the start of something great. It represents hope for good things to come. And if you are lucky, it starts with a beautiful sunrise!

My Back Yard

What do you love about where you live?

Bird’s Eye View of the Salt Lake Valley (Copyright 2024 by Chatterlei)

What I love about where I live is that it is my home town. All three of our children, their spouses, and our six grandchildren live in the same town. For as much as we get together because everyone’s lives are so busy, we might a well live in Timbuktu! Our little (growing) conservative town/city is a great place to raise a family.

We are only 3 hours away from a University hospital where my husband can have surgery on his leg, then lie in a hospital room to heal for a few days and enjoy bird’s eye views, as captured in the image above, taken through the window from his 6th-floor room.

From our home, within a couple of hours’ drive on a Saturday afternoon, we can be on a bench in Yellowstone National Park with other tourists watching in awe as Old Faithful reliably spews it’s steamy water up to 180 feet into the air. We can pick up a souvenir from the nearby shops and eat our packed lunch either in the car or at a picnic table in the area. Then enjoy a drive though the park on our way home, hoping to see buffalo, elk, deer, and maybe even a bear or two in their habitat.

In about the same amount of time, we can drive a different direction and sit at the still glasslike water’s edge of Jenny Lake which is tucked away at the base of the Teton Mountain Range. This is one of the area’s most beautiful and most visited sites. We are fortunate to have Yellowstone and the Tetons in our back yard, so to speak.

Taking a long day’s drive we can be at the Oregon Coast enjoying a cool walk along the beach listening to the waves crash along the shoreline. In the same amount of time, heading in a different direction, our drive could take us to San Diego where we can enjoy the warmth of sunshine and see the beautiful sunsets fade below the horizon of the ocean as it meets the sky in the distance.

I absolutely love the outdoors and I love to travel! Living near the Rockies to the East and not far from the Pacific Ocean to the West we can enjoy a variety of God’s most beautiful creations. These are some of the things I love about where we live.

California – Own a Piece of History

Photo by Tom Fisk on Pexels.com

A few weeks ago, my family joined Life360 so we could find each other at the 4th of July celebration fireworks by the river that night. About an hour ago, I received a notification via Life360 that our son-in-law landed in San Francisco. What? I didn’t know he was going to California. So, I shot him a text asking him what he’s doing there. He said he is attending a conference for work. Tomorrow is sight-seeing day and he asked for suggestions of places to go. I gave him some ideas, but only what I could find online, since I have not been there. I see on Life360 that he is checking out the night life in Soma. I hope he takes some pictures to share tomorrow. You haven’t really been anywhere if there are not pictures to prove it, right?

In my earlier adulthood, whenever I would travel to a new location, I would watch the local news channel to get a feel for what was going on in the area. Nowadays we have the news from anywhere right at our fingertips. So, I searched San Francisco news to see what is going on in the area, just for fun. An interesting article caught my eye, so I thought I would share it.

Caltrain is a California commuter rail line serving the San Francisco Peninsula and Santa Clara Valley for the past 160 years. On January 16, 1864 the first steam train made its way down the Peninsula past Mayfield, to San Jose. This year, 2024, Caltrain launches Electrified service.

ABC7 News (KGO) reported on August 13th, 2024 that Caltrain will have a new fleet of cars that are all electric. The gas powered trains are on the chopping block. They are going to sell the diesel locomotive with 40 years of service and a million miles traveled, a piece of history, to a California buyer. It will not come with a working engine. So, with enough money and imagination, someone will be able to transform it into something fun and useful. What a fun Airbnb it would be! Here is the link to the story and to Caltrain’s store for more information.

Definitely by Car

You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike?

There is something about neatly packing the last needed clothing item in the already full suitcase, putting all of your strength and weight into closing it tight enough to zip all of those precious belongings inside, the night before leaving on a cross-country trip.

Waking up early in the morning on the day of the trip is so fun! The excitement in the air is palpable. A quick shower, clothes thrown on, and last-minute toiletries are added to the overnight bag. Loading everything into the trunk of the car is like winning a game of tetris before breakfast.

In the car, prayer prayed, ready to go!

“Hey, Google. Navigate me to Tampa, Florida.” Looks like it is over 2000 miles.

The country music is cranked, Yacht Rock Radio on XM is playing, or talk radio is keeping us company

We like to stop for meals at local restaurants to enjoy the flavors we can’t get just anywhere. Interesting “home-grown” types usually serve the food and have a story to tell about their lives or the locals there.

We have learned over the years that the destination is not the trip. Side trips are fun, rivers are beautiful, mountains are majestic, forests can be earie, freeways are fast, cityscapes are cool, and the ocean and warm sand on a sunny day is the BEST!

Ahhhhh… I can’t wait for our next car trip!

Choose Your Hard

Leaving San Diego yesterday was not easy. It was the most beautiful day of the entire week. I wanted one more day. It was not to be. We need the extra day for traveling to the UofU on Monday where my husband has a follow-up appointment with the surgeon to check the progress on his knee since surgery.

My husband and I were not in a huge hurry to leave San Diego since our next destination was only six hours away. We awakened early, yawned and stretched, and decided to go on one last morning walk. He was ready before I was. Sitting in his wheelchair with a hoodie on and shorts, which were easier to fit over the leg brace he has had to wear since his knee surgery eight weeks ago, and his Fighting Irish lap blanket over his bare legs. He was ready to go! I hurriedly threw on my black yoga pants, layered on my gray tank top, pink stretchy tee, and black vest. I slipped my Brooks tennis shoes on, tied them, and we were ready to roll.

The morning sun had already crested. We missed the pre-dawn beauty and the feeling of anticipation waiting for the sun’s first sparkling beam to make its brilliant appearance. The full sun was visible and bright against the cloudless blue sky.

Our walk was peaceful. We talked about the possibility of buying a sailboat to habitate off the shoreline of Shelter Island. We met a woman the day before who was doing that very thing, living in one of the catamaran sailboats along the shoreline with several of her sailboat neighbors. She said that she and her husband have been living on their boat for the last eight years. She emphasized that it is a lot of work, but they have enjoyed it. She then carried her few bags of groceries through the misty rain across the sandy beach out to the dinghy that her husband had just rowed from their sailboat. He helped her in, then he rowed through the mist toward the sailboat they call home.

Maybe the sailboat life is not for us, after all.

We finished our walk along the bay, soaking in all the warmth from the sun and smells from the ocean that we could before leaving. On our way back to the hotel, we decided to walk behind the hotel along the marina. It was a cool walk in the morning shade.

I couldn’t help but wonder if it would be less work to park a sailboat in a slip at the marina and call that home. No dinghy needed!

Naaahhh. I like having a home to go to, I suppose. I guess we will take the snowy winters, sipping on hot chocolate by the fireplace after a couple hours of shoveling snow off of the driveway and sidewalks. It is hard work.

We all have to choose our hard in life. It’s all hard. Choose your hard. Then smile and make the best of it!

St George – A Favorite Stop

We stopped for the night at the Hampton in St George, Utah. The hotel and a gas station sit off the freeway a couple of miles from the border. It feels like it is in the middle of nowhere. Our view is of miles and miles of open sky. It is one of our favorite places to stay.

The view from our hotel room

After settling into the room following a delicious simple meal at the Cracker Barrel Restaurant, we decided to enjoy a soak in the hot tub. It was a welcome covering from the 40-degree temperature outside. Unlike my husband, who could spend hours in the hot water, 30 minutes was long enough for me. I exited the pool to dry off and warm up by the outdoor ring of fire. Despite the chill in the air, the fire was inviting and mesmerizing.

My mind was flooded with feelings of gratitude for this trip with my husband and the many blessings in my life.

Sleep came easy.

Grateful for Rain

The song lied. It does rain in Southern California. Last night, it rained hard. Our morning stroll along the bay at 6:30 this morning was cool and cloud-covered. Puddles of water along the edge of the road were evidence of how much rain fell. Benches covered with droplets of water along the walking path were not conducive for resting or sitting to ponder this morning.

No matter the weather here, however, it is better than walking on snow-covered ground up north. In fact, if all of this rain had been snow, we would be shoveling our way out of the parking lot this morning. It’s all a matter of perspective.

Not a single snowflake to be found
Not even up close 😀

Tuesday and Wednesday

We spent Tuesday afternoon walking/hiking around Point Loma area. It was low tide, so we could explore areas of the tide pools that are inaccessible at high tide. Our exploration along the paved and unpaved pathways took us past Bergerocactus plants on our way down to play in and around the tide pools. We saw lichen, little hermit crabs, incredible rock formations and, of course, the ocean. These are beautiful creations that we cannot see in the mountainous region where we live. For us, the beauty of this part of the nation is fascinating and impactful to the creative side of our existence.

At one point we decided to hike up to the old lighthouse at Cabrillo. My sister and I were walking along the path leading directly toward the lighthouse, when to the right and up several steps is a building with a recorded looped presentation about the guns that the military used to have in this place years ago. My sister’s husband came out of that building and said he was going to walk up the next set of stairs up to the lookout at the top of the hill. My sister and I decided to walk up behind him instead of continuing down the path we were on. I made it easily up the first set of stairs and nearly to the top of the next set of stairs, when suddenly I felt out of control and the ground was coming up fast. My husband’s phone went flying, as did my readers. I heard a loud “Ouch!” escape my mouth. Then all I could do, after I realized I could still move my right ankle, knee, hip, shoulder, and wrist, was laugh uncontrollably. My sister, who just stood there and watched motionless as my teeth nearly became part of the cement step in front of me, was now bent over laughing with her legs crossed.  She said she thought I was joking at first, so she didn’t move to help me.

Joking?! About falling UPSTAIRS, near a cliff?!

Breathless, but not from the hike. Rather, it is from laughing so hard while getting up after falling!

Nope! The pain was proof that I was not kidding around. My knee was becoming the size of a watermelon as we stood there laughing. The remainder of the trek was uneventful, although I did walk with a bit of a limp.

We were able to enjoy the presence of the sun beating down, pouring warmth around us, embracing our feet, and the breeze blowing through our hair while we looked out over San Diego Bay. It was breathtaking, a postcard-worthy moment.

 I wish I could have captured the feeling, the warmth of the sun, the coolness of the breeze, and the feeling of smallness and largeness, simultaneously, I experienced as I stood there at the edge of Point Loma taking in the map-like view of the Bay, Shelter Island, North Island, and Coronado. From my perspective the area was overall easier to understand. Just like looking at a map, I could see from above, the size and shape of Shelter Island and it’s proximity to North Island, San Diego proper, and Coronado. It was a fun experience to share with my husband, sister, and brother-in-law.

Old Town

This afternoon, we decided to head to Old Town to do some shopping. None of us had ever been there. Old Town is the oldest city in California. It was fun to see all the old buildings, now converted to commercial shops. It was interesting, yet sad, in a way, to see how commercialized it has obviously become.

While we were wandering from shop to shop, my husband spotted a quaint outdoor Mexican Restaurant called Casa de Reyes. He said he wanted to eat lunch there. That was unusual because he usually does not offer opinions about where or what to eat, unless he is asked specifically what he would like to eat. My sister, her husband, and I were not hungry, yet, but we shared an appetizer and of course downed way too many chips with the delicious salsa that came with the chips. We were happy to have stopped there to eat authentic Mexican Food in Old Town because my husband’s chili relleno and our appetizers were very tasty.  I recommend stopping there if you are ever in Old Town in San Diego.

After shopping until we dropped, our brother-in-law brought my husband and me back to the hotel while he and my sister drove over to Seaport Village to do more shopping to find the perfect sweatshirt for my niece.

The Hotel Balcony: My Place of Peaceful Reflection (or not so peaceful with all of the helicopter movement)

I am currently sitting on the balcony outside of our hotel room before sundown, watching and listening to the noise of the military helicopters land on North Island. The sky is gray with cloud cover, the November air, cool and crisp. Most of the people that are walking along the Bay are warmly dressed in long pants and sweatshirts or jackets. I am typing on my laptop in my short sleeves, long pants and flip flops. The speed of my typing is slowing down with the reduction in temperature of my fingers, however. It is getting darker outside. The streetlamps have turned on, the skyscraper buildings across the Bay are beginning to light up and the passing cars on the road in front of our hotel have their headlights on. I can feel the temperature dropping.

Before I head into my hotel room for the night, I will share a few photos from the day… Wait… There goes the Disney Magic Cruise Ship heading out of the Bay toward the ocean. I can’t help but wonder what unique experiences they will have on the ship and at each of their destination stops. We can only guess.

Have a happy day!

Good Morning, San Diego!

What a beautiful morning for a sidewalk-stroll in the park across from our hotel on Shelter Island! Beams of sunshine from the rising sun dance and sparkle on the calm waters of San Diego Bay. The clear blue skies contradict the forecast of cloudy days the entire week of our stay. Feeling the warmth of the sunshine on my face is refreshing. Breaking through the crispness of the air, which envelopes my body as I push my husband in his wheelchair effortlessly, on our morning walk is invigorating.

This would be a lovely place to live and the tepid weather far healthier for our physical condition. We dream. However, all of our family lives up north in snow country where we are from. My parents, siblings, our children, and our grandchildren surround us. How could we leave? My wandering soul would love to experience all there is to experience in life. Yet, I feel a necessary tethering to those near and dear to my heart. As long as they need us nearby, we will stay up north, and our get-aways will bring us here to southern California for a rejuvenation of our minds and bodies. We can live with that. For now.

Shelter Island – Sunday afternoon

After a day of battling traffic on the freeway, following behind my brother-in-law and sister, who were nearly taken out by a pickup pulling a trailer of dune buggies and four-wheelers, and reaching speeds over 100mph, it was a welcome relief when we arrived at our destination in Southern California. My sister, her head leaning out of the car window, stated, “Never traveling here on a Sunday after Thanksgiving ever again. That traffic was horrendous!” I agreed. It felt good to stretch my legs and back, stiff from sitting in the pickup truck so long. Our arrival was about two hours before check-in time, but we were told at the desk one of the rooms would be ready in about 45 mins.

We parked in the same spot as last year. The first slot was available nearest the entrance to our hotel building. Pulling the wheelchair from the back of the truck was a fairly easy feat. The four of us took our first walk across the road over to the pier. I was surprised at how crowded it was with people fishing from the pier, eating at the at the outdoor bistro, walking their animals, etc. Last year there was hardly anyone on the pier when we arrived. The difference probably was the day of the week. This year was a Sunday afternoon. Last year was a Monday evening.

While on the pier, we met a man walking a very spoiled and friendly dog named Spud. His owner, whose name I neglected to ask, was very friendly himself. He offered to let us pet Spud, stating the dog is very friendly and likes to be loved on. I declined due to allergic reactions to animals that have increased over the years. My sister happily pet the pooch, though. Spud was then joyfully on his merry way.

One thing that stands out about this area is how relaxed and friendly everyone is. Is it like that everywhere in San Diego? Or just in the park along the Bay?

Memories / Ghosts of the past

My mind was flooded with memories from our stay here last year. The first impressions are always the strongest when in a new place or meeting someone for the first time or experiencing things not experienced prior to that moment. It was like that for me when searching for seashells on the beach in Corpus Christi, or eating authentic tacos under the hut on the beach in Cozumel, Mexico, or on the sunset whale-watching cruise in San Diego, last year. Have you ever had beef wellington on the Queen Mary off the coast of Los Angeles? Or have you experienced seeing the birth of a grandchild and holding that sweet grandchild when only a few hours old? That is an unforgettable experience for sure. I could go on and on.

Memories from last year are like that for me. It is best described as ghosts floating in and out of my vision and mind with every step I take on these walkways around the hotel and on the island. This year I will add new memories to ones of last year. The activities of today, which will become memories of tomorrow, are important. My husband is planning to show me where he lived and share his memories of time he spent in San Diego while stationed here in the Navy. The view from our hotel balcony is of North Island Naval Base. Watching the naval ships cruise in and out of San Diego Bay, seeing the fighter jets take off, and hearing the noise of the afterburners, awakens the ghosts of his past for my husband. We are looking forward to revisiting and sharing his memories in the coming days.