I got "tagged" too many months ago, and always thought this would be an interesting exercise to think through, so, here goes...
1. One book that changed your life:
The Hiding Place. by Corrie Ten Boom
And I want to say God's Smuggler by Brother Andrew too. But if you had asked me this 3 months ago (which Courtney did) I hadn't read God's Smuggler, so I would have said The Hiding Place. But they're both good. both good. but it's like maybe one's a little more favorite.
2. One book that you’ve read more than once:
Jane Eyre. by Charlotte Bronte
There are too many to name, but I pick this one because I just re-read it. When I was younger I read too many of the same books too many times. But this fall I went on a reading kick, and started picking up books to read, books I hadn't read since high school. Jane Eyre was even better the second time. I think I'm a better, more attentive reader than I was 8 years ago.
3. One book you’d want on a desert island:
Robinson Crusoe? by Daniel Defoe
4. One book that made you laugh:
The BFG. by Roald Dahl
you know, it's just too hard to pick one. but I'll stick with what first came out.
5. One book that made you cry:
Bridge to Terebithia. by Katherine Paterson
First to pop into my head. I think I sobbed. But you know, that's a cop-out, because everyone cries reading that book. I remember sobbing as I read Dear Mr. Henshaw. (Beverly Cleary) That book is amazing. There are too many more to name.
6. One book that you wish had been written:
A Simple Explanation of American Political Parties since 1789
7. One book you wish had never been written:
I'm going to need more time for # 7
8. One book you’re currently reading:
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. by Mark Twain
...for the 3rd time with my students, and I'm only reading my favorite parts. so that doesn' treally count. So I have to admit I'm not in a book right now. I just abandoned Everything is Illuminated. And I tried to read Gilead and it didn't stick. What's next? I might reread something again. I need something.
9. One book you’ve been meaning to read:
Uncle Tom's Cabin. by Harriet Beecher Stowe
I guess it should be that.
10. One book that you love so much:
To Kill a Mockingbird. by Harper Lee
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
west coast adventures
Writing Sunday night – July 9th.
Jeremy, Brent and I drove down the coast today, stopping to stock up on groceries and take scenic pictures. As soon as we passed Monterey, the coast became astounding. It is gorgeous. There are cliff-dunes (self-named) – sand that seems to be hardened and formed into beautiful shapes, even some hoodoos. The water is a deep blue-green, the sand, white.
These guys are insane.
Can’t write now.
...
We’ve been joking a lot about how camping with boys – or really, rather camping with Brent and Jeremy – is different than camping with girls.
The CA coast is very beautiful. Not, I think, so stunning, unbelievable, other-planet-like as the 4 corners were, but it is gorgeous.
...
Memories now:
We camped out for a few nights around Big Sur. Needless to say, I didn't journal a whole lot then. I recall good conversations and much joking. More memorable occassions were looking for the biggest tree in the park...and leading the guys, including Jeremy's injured knee, on a long goose chase that was hardly worth the adventure. But having fun just the same.
On Tuesday we drove back up the coast, stopping at a winnery for a tasting and tour. Never been to a winnery before. I learned a lot about making wines, and paring. (Which I actually learned about in San Francisco.)
Then we visited an old Spanish Mission, which was pretty neat.
We dropped Jeremy off at the airport in the evening, and Brent and I found a campsite further up the coast, after crossing the Golden Gate Bridge one more time.
We spent a few days in the Redwood NP. Good times were dinner on the beach and a mandatory dip in the ocean which was our only bath for the week. It was lovely on the beach at sunset, even though the clouds insisted on rolling in just as the sun sank low. We drank hot cocoa, watching otters play in the waves.
Then mostly I recall excessive wetness and fog. We were camped at a walk-in site about a half mile from the car, so we trekked up there with as little as possible. We were rather foolish and didn't put the tent fly up, and were drenched by who-knows-when-in-the-morning and had to put the fly on. I say 'who knows when' because neither of us had a watch and then we ended up not getting packed up and back to the car until 10am. The fog had never lifted, and we had no idea it was so late. We started off on our day after breakfast, but my tire with screws in it finally gave way. We had to put on the spare which was an ordeal: first we had to empty the perfectly-packed-trunk completely to lift out the spare. Then we had to replace the tire and return it to the trunk, which then had to be reloaded up. We drove to the nearest town to get the tire patched up, and the whole process had to be repeated. I have an image of myself sitting in the camping chair, reading by the side of a small-town road, with the contents of my car all around me, while Brent dealt with the tire-people.
We managed to still squeeze a hike in through the redwoods before getting on the road again.
We didn't have much time, but we had picked a strenuous I think 2 mile hike to the ocean and back. My brain is fuzzy on the details. All I recall is determining to go very fast so we could get to the ocean, but it was a steep way down, and a steeper way up, so it was exhausting.
We stopped that night in Portland with some friends of Brent's and had a much needed shower. The next morning we saw some sights of the Columbia River - a beautiful gorge.
Then we drove to the fair city of Seattle, with its mountain views. I dropped Brent off at his parents' house and managed to find my way to David and Jodi's despite crazy Seattle streets. I still determined I wanted to move there.
Jeremy, Brent and I drove down the coast today, stopping to stock up on groceries and take scenic pictures. As soon as we passed Monterey, the coast became astounding. It is gorgeous. There are cliff-dunes (self-named) – sand that seems to be hardened and formed into beautiful shapes, even some hoodoos. The water is a deep blue-green, the sand, white.
These guys are insane.
Can’t write now.
...We’ve been joking a lot about how camping with boys – or really, rather camping with Brent and Jeremy – is different than camping with girls.
The CA coast is very beautiful. Not, I think, so stunning, unbelievable, other-planet-like as the 4 corners were, but it is gorgeous.
...
Memories now:
We camped out for a few nights around Big Sur. Needless to say, I didn't journal a whole lot then. I recall good conversations and much joking. More memorable occassions were looking for the biggest tree in the park...and leading the guys, including Jeremy's injured knee, on a long goose chase that was hardly worth the adventure. But having fun just the same.
- Waking up and seeing whose hair looked crazier: mine or Brent's
- Trying to explain to two ridiculous boys how camping with them is different from girls.
- The guys always doing the dishes.
- Hiking up for a view from a hill, and meeting some English folks. Taking a funny series of pictures:
- Trying to have a picnic on the beach, and getting pelted with sand.
- Getting sand IN the sandwiches and in Jeremy's gaping wound.
- Rubbing sand out of our hair for the next four days.
- Climbing rocks on the beach.
- Racing home to eat dinner to then come back to watch the sunset (hiding behind clouds) on the windy shivery beach.
- (Feeling like your campsite is home.)
- But best of all, listening to my cd of compiled worship songs, racing to catch the sunset, singing the words aloud because they mean so much to each of us.
On Tuesday we drove back up the coast, stopping at a winnery for a tasting and tour. Never been to a winnery before. I learned a lot about making wines, and paring. (Which I actually learned about in San Francisco.)
Then we visited an old Spanish Mission, which was pretty neat.
We dropped Jeremy off at the airport in the evening, and Brent and I found a campsite further up the coast, after crossing the Golden Gate Bridge one more time.
We spent a few days in the Redwood NP. Good times were dinner on the beach and a mandatory dip in the ocean which was our only bath for the week. It was lovely on the beach at sunset, even though the clouds insisted on rolling in just as the sun sank low. We drank hot cocoa, watching otters play in the waves.
Then mostly I recall excessive wetness and fog. We were camped at a walk-in site about a half mile from the car, so we trekked up there with as little as possible. We were rather foolish and didn't put the tent fly up, and were drenched by who-knows-when-in-the-morning and had to put the fly on. I say 'who knows when' because neither of us had a watch and then we ended up not getting packed up and back to the car until 10am. The fog had never lifted, and we had no idea it was so late. We started off on our day after breakfast, but my tire with screws in it finally gave way. We had to put on the spare which was an ordeal: first we had to empty the perfectly-packed-trunk completely to lift out the spare. Then we had to replace the tire and return it to the trunk, which then had to be reloaded up. We drove to the nearest town to get the tire patched up, and the whole process had to be repeated. I have an image of myself sitting in the camping chair, reading by the side of a small-town road, with the contents of my car all around me, while Brent dealt with the tire-people.
We managed to still squeeze a hike in through the redwoods before getting on the road again.
We didn't have much time, but we had picked a strenuous I think 2 mile hike to the ocean and back. My brain is fuzzy on the details. All I recall is determining to go very fast so we could get to the ocean, but it was a steep way down, and a steeper way up, so it was exhausting.
We stopped that night in Portland with some friends of Brent's and had a much needed shower. The next morning we saw some sights of the Columbia River - a beautiful gorge.
Then we drove to the fair city of Seattle, with its mountain views. I dropped Brent off at his parents' house and managed to find my way to David and Jodi's despite crazy Seattle streets. I still determined I wanted to move there.
Saturday, November 04, 2006
origins
Look what I just found: the germ of my trip. I thought I had written about it earlier.
Sort of funny to read it now. And sure enough, Scout was christened. I honestly can't remember when. It just happened. Perhaps soon after reading To Kill a Mockingbird with my class. But it might have been while driving through Alabama. Do you remember that, Laura?
Scout in GTNP
Sort of funny to read it now. And sure enough, Scout was christened. I honestly can't remember when. It just happened. Perhaps soon after reading To Kill a Mockingbird with my class. But it might have been while driving through Alabama. Do you remember that, Laura?
Scout in GTNP
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