Granddady day 2

What a huge difference a night of sleep makes. Everyone was chipper this morning they were fishing early and swimming in the lake.

We took it easy around camp until about 10 when we set out on a day hike to fish hatchery lake. At about a mile the kids were pooped again but we found fish hatchery lake. I tried a fly and a spinner bait with no luck at all but then Tyler waded out into the lake a bit and started catching fish on A worm and a bubble. Zack caught on Tyler's rod. And have the incredible caught two all by himself. Matt caught 3 and had 2 more on the line. I finally gave in and put on a worm. I caught 5 fish in 5 casts. Wow it was fun. Then the wind picked up and things slowed down a little. We could see the thunder heads rolling in so I helped Zack fillet two of his fish and we cooked them up right there on the shore. They were awesome. Matt even loved it.

Just as we started cleaning the remaining fish it started to rain so we maid short work of their guts and then hurried back to camp. By the time we got to camp it was sunny again so we took a little siesta. Oh it was wonderful. The boys went swimming again and found a raft. It was tons of fun. Then we jut putted around camp for the rest of the night.

We had a brief fireside and read 3 Nephi 11 and Moroni 10. Talking about the importance of the book of Mormon and it's promise

Off to bed and there was this incredible thunderstorm. I recorded a little of it and maybe I can attach some to this post

Granddady day 1

What a tough day. The hike that took Matt and I only 2 hours took us over 4. Big learning experience. Heavy packs and kids do not go together. Matt did awesome once we got his sleeping bag off. Need to find a much lighter one for him. He was an absolute trooper. One of the boys Dillan was stopping to rest ever few hundred yards his pack does not have any kind of a waist belt and so all of the weight in his pack was on his shoulders. He also brought a bunch more food and a big survival book. Finally his sleeping bag is a giant -20 bag way overkill. Bryce and I actually took most of his stuff off his pack and then he still struggled getting up over the pass so I carried his pack up the latn climb to hades pass and from there almost to Granddady lake. Zack did not eat and did not drink enough so he had a spot of heat exhaustion coupled with a little bit of altitude sickness.

Tyler caught a cut throat in Granddady lake while they wired for us to get there. But only one hit in about an hour while they ate lunch. We then pushed on to Mohawk lake to a chorus of. "are we there yet" and "how much further?"

Finally we reached the lake and it was magnificent. With our packs off everyone had a bit of new life and camp was set up quickly. All 4 boys in their hammocks and the other three leaders in tents. I set up my big tarp as a mess/gear tarp for everyone.

Paul sawed logs for a few hours and the res of us tried some fishing and swimming. The boys lit the fire with their fire steels and it was a riot to see how much fun they had doing it. Dinner was light but tasty after the long day.

Zack with his altitude sickness ended up in with Paul and Bryce in the tent. Matt got scared of the noises in the night and also ended up in the tent.

I decided to take a short hike over to Marcel lake whit looked like about half a mile but it was over the forest floor, not on a trail. After half an hour I was pooped and although the GPS said I should be seeing the lake it was not there so I slowly started back. I was impressed how well I did with sense of direction every time I checked I was headed the right way which was surprising over the hills and valleys of the basin.

We finished up the day with the story of Enos and talked a lot about conversion and missionary work.

No fish, long hike, it was a rough day. Haven said it was " hard but fun too."

New year again

Ok once a gain a new year is upon us. Just a few things going on. Matt is the newest addition to our family. He came to live with us the first of July and he is 11. Yeah you read that right 11. We hope to finalize his adoption soon. I will post something more about him later. I mention him because

My first Goal for 2010 is to memorize a scripture with Matt every night. We have started with the Old testament scripture mastery scriptures since the OT is what we are studying in Sunday School this year.

Goal Number 2 - Marathon! I am on a plan to run a Marathon in June. Slowly adding base miles every week with a longer run on Saturdays. Good Times! oh BTW I am running mostly "barefoot" that again will have to come in another series of posts later on.

I am now the Secretary in Young men. Matt comes in as a Deacon in April if all goes to plan. My current Fanatism is with Ultra Light Backpacking and making my own equipment. I would like to share some of that with the young men so we can enjoy more and more the scouting activities.

I need to be better about writing in here also so I am setting a goal to write in here at least twice a week from now on. obviously I have lots of things I can write about so that should be pretty easy.

The Temple

I will forever remember Mary Elizabeth Elsnore Litefoot. She was born in 1876 in Virginia. I was working in the temple as I do every other Tuesday. As sister Day came up out of the water I saw a sister walk behind the witnesses. Sister Day was then baptized for Mary Litefoot as the spirit washed over us I looked up to see that the sister I had just seen was no longer there...1 sheet of names later we began doing baptisms for sisters from the Nuestro Senora del Rosario cathedral (from the north side of Parque de independencia in Rosario Argentina) and sister McPherson was baptised for Luiza Almaida. I cried of and on for the last 40 min of my shift.

My Life History

Who am I?

Over the past few weeks I have been thinking about very important days, moments in my life.  The brief encounters and experiences in my life that have created the individual that I am.  I am not sure why these things have been coming to my my mind with such force, or why I feel compelled to write them down and make them available.  I hope that if you find yourself here, then I hope that something you find might be valuable. 

Knowing God

It was a crisp fall day in 1981. I was walking with my father around the southern nine holes at what is now Fox Hollow golf course. Most of the morning is lost in the mist of years, but the memories become clear as we step up on the sixth tee box. I stood on the left of the tee behind my dad, playing with a white broken tee. Dad pulled his drive down the left side of the fairway, behind the large stand of trees that guard the green. There was a small cluster of apple trees some twenty yards from dad's ball and we stopped to gather a few. The worm laden apples were very tart, probably wild apples that around the turn of the century would have been considered only good enough for cider, but to a six year old boy the opportunity to eat apples while following my father play golf was delightful. I had a brief glimpse of how incredibly lucky I was to have a father who would include me in his passion. Instinctively I grabbed his left hand in my right and squeezed firmly. As I gazed up at him and opened my mouth to tell him how much I loved him, he said coyly "I love you too." My mind began to reel. "How in the world could he know what I was going to say" I wondered "and why does he always say 'too' instead of just saying he loves me?" In retrospect I probably didn't have any business thinking about his motivations or why he "always" expressed love as a reaction. I am almost certain that these thoughts were planted in my mind by a higher power because of the conversation that followed.

Dad punched a pitch shot through the tall trees and we wandered up by the green. He could see that I was deep in thought and so he prodded "What?" I blankly responded "Nothing," not wanting to admit that my frustration was with his reactive, yet preemptive earlier comment. "Something" he pressed holding the word out a little too long so that I would know he was serious and there was no escaping this conversation. So I started the only place I knew how: "Well, I love you a lot see, and uuuh..." He immediately cut me off with "That hasn't got anything to do with it, just tell me what you want!" This was the tone I was avoiding. An argument followed. OK more like me asserting that my love really was the motivation for me being frustrated and him trying to get to the real heart of the matter. I just couldn't continue until he accepted that love really was the crux of my premise. At the time I didn't even know what a premise was; but I knew that if he didn't accept that I was "all worked up" about my love for him, then how would he ever understand that I was disappointed because his love for me was an afterthought, a reaction. We quibbled back and forth me becoming more frustrated and Dad becoming frustrated because this forced lapse in concentration made him lose a ball in the pond off to the right of the seventh fairway. Until finally climbing the slope of the cart path near the back of the seventh green, he blurted out in utter desperation "Heavenly Father knows what you are thinking and he will tell me when I see him!" I was completely confused by this turn of the conversation. Now the shoe was on the other foot, and I prodded "Who is Heavenly Father?"

The whole scene changed. Dad was instantly calm and pensive. He stared at me for a few seconds trying to sort out what should happen next. He tapped in a putt; and then began to teach me about the pre-existence, and a Father who knows all things, who even knows the intents of our hearts. I don't remember his exact words, once again the memories have faded with age. Perhaps some day I will again remember and be able to add the dialog. What I do remember was the feeling of that testimony! I remember the vision that still burns in my mind's eye of that loving Father, sitting on his throne, and the happiness in his eyes as I came to know him. How lucky I am to have a father who was willing to let his son tag along that day. How fortunate to have a father who when faced with the hard question that afternoon, made the choice to instruct me instead of dismissing the question. How blessed to have a father that served a mission, who had learned how to bear that testimony with power in such a tender moment.