White water adventures

Yeah, I know, it’s been 10 days since I last posted. And the funny thing is that I have been on the computer more this week than the previous few.

I have been busy, though. Friday I got back from a four day trip to go white-water rafting in Maupin, OR. Actually, we only went rafting Wednesday and Thursday, and went to a park after we got down there on Tuesday. Friday morning was travel, with a late morning return. When I got back, it finally sunk in that I had less than a week until school starts.

The trip was fun, I went with the Boy Scout troop I Used to actively participate in. I kind of missed several meetings, and then just stopped coming last year, as I got into the swing of things as a Senior in High School. I can’t say right yet that I regret it, but I’m sure I will sooner or later. If I had stayed, I probably could have gotten my Eagle, but you can’t get Eagle without coming to the meetings, and working on the last merit badges and doing a project, and generally expending a large amount of time. Time was one thing that there was a shortage of during the school year.

But anyway, last year, we went on the same trip, and we all had a blast. The first day last year, the guide, who is a friend of the Scoutmaster, had all of us float down about two miles of the river, including a few SMALL rapids, in just our life jackets. The idea is that if you are used to being in the river without a boat, you won’t panic when you fall out. Seems to work.

As I mentioned, we go through a fellow who is affiliated with the Scoutmaster, and not a company. He brings a few boats, and he is the lead boat. We actually get to take the other boats all by ourselves, just scouts and other adults. So my rafting experience is likely different than most anyone else’s, as we have gone down a few rapids completely without a guide. (Merle, the guide, will stop in the middle of the river, or go a bit too far ahead, but you never know which he’s going to do. If you pass him, or get too far behind him, you’re on your own, mostly. Of course, you’ll catch up with each other eventually, but the rapids don’t wait for that!)

Last year, several people fell out in various rapids. These are the bigger rapids, class 3s and 4s. Cory fell out in Oak Springs one day, as did Charlie (now the Scoutmaster), Anthony (no longer in scouts) and I. Jesse was catapulted out in Train Wreck, he was in the back, and apparently, he went several feet in the air when the boat hit the rapid VERY well. He was in the boat with Merle, and Merle usually hits the best part of every rapid. This year, Jesse came, but really didn’t want to go on Train Wreck. He wanted to stay in camp all day Thursday, the day we planned to continue through, but wasn’t allowed.

So off we went. We didn’t do a life jacket float, but just put in a few miles upstream of camp on Wednesday, and went. I was the only one who fell out in a major rapid that day, Oak Springs. I’m still not sure how it happened. I actually fell out before the rapids, but I just remember thinking “Wow, the water’s shallow here”, and then I thought “Uh OH”, and then I was in. I was still hanging onto the boat, but I managed to scrape up my left knee and my right hip (which still hurts!). The pulled me in, and we fought the rapid to get back where we should have been. We survived, but didn’t hit the rapid properly. We kept having problems getting lined up anywhere, because we couldn’t get any power from a few of our rowers. We’d be pointed at where we wanted to take out, for example, and then be trying to row towards it but would start to turn sideways, which would cause the side that was more powerful to backstroke the straighten the boat, and then begin the process again. Finally, halfway through, we switched one of the littler guys, (Jesse again) to another boat for Bruce. Bruce is my age, and height, but a little bit scrawnier. However, he can sure pull his weight, 🙂 unlike the little ones.

I guess ‘little ones’ isn’t quite the right term for seventh and eighth graders, but they were the littlest, and the weakest.

We stopped off a few times along the river, once at the White River, where there are natural waterslides a quarter mile upstream, and once at Surf City, where most everyone goes back upstream a ways and rides down the rapids in their life vests. This rapid is larger than the other ones we do.

The next day, not much was different, but I stayed in the boat through all the rapids, and Robert fell out twice, at Devil’s Hole and at Boxcar, both within about 2 miles from where we put in. Later in the day, we stopped by some cliffs to jump in the water. They were only about 18 feet, but I’m still not used to it. Last year, I only went in because Charlie had me agree to go in if he did, and he did. I made him feel bad about that, though. I was looking down when I hit the water, and the force on impact caused my upper lip to be pulled up, and I tore the little flap of skin between the lip and the gums. When I came up, I had no idea, but I had blood all over my mouth, and he thought I was hurt worse than what I was. All is better now, the flap grew back.

This year, I took a while before I was ready to jump, but I did a lot better than last year, and didn’t injure myself at all. 🙂 All but a few of the ‘little ones’ went off the cliff. As I said, they were only about 18 feet, but I’ve only been cliff jumping twice now, so it’s a new experience. If I was back there this week, I’d probably go off with little problem.

And I should mention, our guide Merle was doing all these things, too. Merle is about 70.

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So that covers a few of the days I’ve been gone. I was working a few of the days, but I quit as of Monday the 16. After two years of saying I work at A&J, it feels wired knowing that I don’t have a job. I’m not planning to work on campus, at least not for a semester, so I can get settled in, and truly adapt to college life. I’m sure if I wanted to, I could still go back, and maybe I will next summer–who knows what will happen?

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Other than that, the main thing I’ve been doing is getting ready for college, which entails a lot more than one would think, until you try and do it. I STILL need to buy a computer, which I plan to get kicking tonight, and pack, and buy stuff, and so on. My mom just came down during a commercial break in the Olympics, and asked me if I was “still on your website”, and when I had tried to explain the difference, and then said yes, she said “you’re not going to be ready for college” in that threatening tone that could as easily have said “you’re not going to throw that ball all the way around the world”. You know the tone?

And I know exactly how Brionna feels, and felt. Here I am, having typed a post that is I have no idea words long, and I still have more to say. I may squeeze in one more post tomorrow or Wednesday, but if I don’t, the next post will be sometime late next week from a University computer, or the week after from mine–who knows how things will go??

Until next time
–Nathan

(PS, This post, to THIS word, is 1400 words!)

dum dum da dum, dum DUM da dum

Please excuse my attempt at “Here Comes the Bride”, but I keep humming is as we prepare to leave for my cousin Graham’s wedding.

The wedding is at his fiance’s house, in Turner, south of Portland. That alone should make the drive longer, as we will have to wade through all the Friday evening rush hour(s) traffic, as well as teh people who came to see Bush or Kerry today.

And they actually chose today to hold the wedding BECAUSE it was Friday the 13. See, he was born on a Friday the 13, she was born on a 13, and they got engaged on a 13. So they decided to get married on the 13.

Graham’s older brother got engaged just a few days after Graham got engaged, and will get married in late September. There is one other boy in the family, and the Father jokes that he has imposed a two year moratorium on marriages.

So that’s that, and we are set to leave in just a few minutes, once we finish watering, and I get my shoes on, and such.

dum dum-dum-dum da-da-dum dum da dum…….(or something)

Huh?

I posted the previous post this morning, and noticed that it didn’t show up then. I checked a few minutes ago, adn it still wasn’t there, so I reposted it. Wham, instant double post! Now i have to delete the second one. < That’s technology for you!

Still here, and saying a lot

I had a longish post going on last week, and then it was eaten by the computer. Okay, to be truthful, WinMX did it, but it was still my computer…with my help, maybe? I was downloading a song that had been playing at work, and the computer had 2+ hours to go, so I set it to shut down when the transfer was complete. I was typing a post, in response to Brionna’s most recent post, and it got quite late. I noticed that my (dial-up) internet connection had bombed out again (it’s a frequent occurrence), but wasn’t really concerned. I continued typing, figuring that I would re-connect to post. All of a sudden, everything on the screen started falshing and dissapearing, and my post was one of the first things to go. Then the computer turned off. Turns out, when the internet died, WinMX waited about five minutes, and then decided the transfer must have been completed, and so it shut down the computer. AAUGH! I don’t even remember what all I was saying, but I then notced that it was almost 3am, and went to bed.

That was last Sunday, when my Mom, dad, and sister went to the beach for a night. I had to work at noon on Monday, so I stayed at home. Not that I minded. So what did I do? I watched lots of TV, and then got on the internet, and worked on my website, and posted to my blog once, and was trying again, when the above drama took place. I was supposed to have made some progress in cleaning my room, and was commenting on the lack of progeress (due in part to Tom Clancy). The post had actually started out as a comment on Brionna’s blog, but had become too unrelated to post about me over there. It was an interesting, rambling, subject-less post, in which she had some serious thoughts about death, and how in death we no longer are who are neighbors are. Deep stuff, especially on the spur of the moment.

I had something else that I was saying that night, but I no longer remember. i do emember thinking about two weeks ago: “This would be perfect for my blog”, but of course, I didn’t write that down either. Perhaps I was lamenting the loss of material, in which case, there was only one loss, instead of two.

Blinkers. such a normal, even trivial thing, until it doesn’t work. On my way home from work last week, I was coming up the hill into Carson, and got to the end of the passing lane. I signaled that i was merging left, like i sometines do, and all of a sudden noticed that the blinker didn’t blink. I could turn it on and turn it back off, but it didn’t blink while it was on, and it didn;t make that clicking sound. For a while, I thought the clicker was broken, but then I got out of the car, and looked at the outside, where the light came on and turned off. Funny thing was the right blinker still worked fine. I drove to get my haircut the next day (tuesday), and you can’t imagine how weird it is to turn on the blinker and hear only silence. I took a route that had only one left turn the whole way (1 mile), and none on the way back. Then about 12:30 i got a call asking me to come into work at 2:00. WE had to do some quick thinking, as the van was in hood river, being serviced, and that left us one vehicle shorter than normal. All four of us drove into Stevenson, (5 miles) and dropped me off at work. They also went to the auto parts store and got a light bulb for the blinker. (We had taken it apart that

morning, and determined that the problem was a burnt out bulb in the taillight.) hten they went to Hood river, and got the van back, adn then brought the car back to A&J for me to drive home. Turn’s out Chris Howe had gotten sick that morning, and called in sick.

Between covering for Chris, and covering for Sandy earlier, I ended up with a pretty full week, and the paycheck this wednesday should have 65+ hours on it. Not bad, for two weeks work.

The van is another story. WE bought it new in 02, and it had a 3 year warranty. SO far, we’ve had a defective A/C (the thing didn’t turn off, and actually froze itself) which was later recalled, a window that doesn’t always roll up (the switch just seems to cut out sometimes, and when we took it in, they decided to ‘lubricate the window slides’. The window had the same problem the day after we gto it back. The strip on top, covering the track where the roof rack we didn’t but would attach had peeled loose by the time the salesman delivered the van to our house (they fixed that one right away, as he saw it and knew he’d been the only one to touch it). The passenger side sliding door is a mechanical one, and lately when you slide it, it is very hard to push (this, of course, is “normal” for a mechanical door, but why did it develop a year after we bought the van?) We have long noticed that the ceiling vents in the back do not put out very much air, and have mentioned it the the service staff at the dealership three times. This time, they told us it is because of a drity filter, which the owner is expected to change yearly (but last time, the low airflow was “normal”). And now the airbag light comes on. It was coming on every time you started the van, when we made an appointment. Of course, a few days before, it stopped coming on. They checked the computer, and can tell that it has come on, but apparently the computer doesn’t remember why it turned on the light, and they cannot service a vehicle if the light is not on. Not two days after we got the van back, the light came on for a few seconds, and currently stays on full time. We have an appointment for next tuesday…..

I just got informed by the internet police (Mom) that it’s time to go to bed, and access is prohibited tomorrow, we’ll see how many more paragraphs I can get out tonight.

There was the Glavinski Picnic today, wher my grandma’s family gets together. We all go to my umm…great uncle?’s house,
and his wife, who is my cousin once removed, i think. Or maybe it’s a second cousin. I don’t remember. What happened is that my great grandfather’s brother married my great grandmother’s sister, but years apart. So Dave is the son of the brother and sister, and Dianne is the grandaughter of my great-grandparents. I don’t really remember what my relationship to them is. Anyway, most of the family, except my grandma and her siblings, who are almost all either dead or in nursing homes, comes to

their house in West Lynn (near Lake Oswego), and has lunch. We usually play a few games of croquet, and the few of my cousins who arent off in college yet are there. (3 non-college, plus one who was there anyway.) I had arranged my work schedule so as to have the day off.

So there you have it. The very long catch-up post with no point whatsoever, and rivaling Brionna for a length record.

And in case you are wondering, this paragraph and the previous sentence were typed this morning, the rest were typed last night and saved, as I continued typing until forced off the computer, leaving no time to post.