Monday, June 25, 2012

Resting On The Clouds


Today I have some very exciting news for my fantastic blog viewers out there.  Y'all are in for a real treat!  This post debuts (*drumroll please*) my very first GUEST BLOGGER!  Wooooo!  Ron Davis (husband of one of my best friends and roommate from the MSU years, Katie) is going to share about our recent adventures in CA, partly because he is a fantastic writer and partly because I am too lazy to blog, so I asked him to do it for me :)  Enjoy!  

Alaina, her former roommates Keri Jewel and Katie Davis (with baby “Kiwi” in the oven), and myself (husband to Katie Davis) were hiking up a hard incline at Yosemite National Park in California.  We were putting one foot in front of another and happened to come alongside a large troop of boy scouts and leaders.  One gentleman, decked out in full scout apparel, a classic wide brimmed canvas hat, and a huge hiking pack probably circa 1970 said it all as every turn of the trail opened another awe-inspiring view.  “Wow.”  “That is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” “If they made a scout patch for amazing views this would get it.” Ok…he didn’t really say the last one but his descriptions were fantastic.

The group on Cloud's Rest in Yosemite National Park

Our scout troop leader friend did a great job summarizing the whole trip to California – beautiful.  What an awesome place to visit!  Katie, Keri, Kiwi, and myself can’t thank Alaina enough for her enthusiasm to encourage us to come and all her hospitality while we were there.

Alaina picked all of us up late Thursday June 7th at the Los Angeles airport. After a quick night crashing at a friend’s place in LA we hit Hollywood on Friday.  We enjoyed seeing the glitz and glamour of the set for the premier of “Rock of Ages”, all the famous stars in the sidewalk, famous handprints in the concrete outside the Chinese Theatre, groups of aspiring rappers peddling their $10 autographed burned CDs, and entrepreneuring men in transformers costumes allowing us to pay to take pictures with them.  There certainly was a little bit of everything there.  Since we all looked so famous it was tiring signing autographs and running from the paparazzi so we headed over to Mambo’s restaurant in suburban LA.  Keri, who is the number one fan of food network’s Diner’s, Drive-ins, and Dives, found the restaurant online as it had been on the show a few years back.  We enjoyed the authentic Cuban food and vibrant atmosphere.




After lunch we headed north through snarling traffic on US-101 to scenic Santa Barbara.  The coolest thing on the drive was seeing the rare Google Streetview camera car in its native California habitat.  (Yes, the author is a nerdy traffic engineer.) 



Santa Barbara was dedicated in 1786 as one of the many Spanish missions.  The missions were established by Spain in California to fortify the area against other world powers, especially Russia, and to convert Native Americans to Christianity.  We stopped the drive to walk along the city’s sun-soaked beach.  The beach proved to be a gold mine for weathered glass pieces to add to Alaina’s collection.  They are formed as glass pieces are smoothed by the pounding surf and the endless sand.  Among the over twenty pieces we found were even three blue pieces which Alaina said were the most valuable!  We grabbed dinner at Moby Dick on the pier and then continued our drive to San Luis Obispo (or “SLO” if you want to sound like a local).



After another quick night in SLO at Alaina’s house it was on to Yosemite National Park.  As a side note quick nights seemed to be the norm on this trip.  I blame the state of California for having far too much to see in five days there.  Why sleep when you could be on the beach, hiking in the mountains, surfing, or enjoying great restaurants in 75 degree sunshine? 

Ron, Katie, and Kiwi sleeping in the back seat of Alaina's truck

Yosemite’s official website calls it “Not just a great valley but a shrine to human foresight, strength of granite, power of glaciers, the persistence of life, and the tranquility of the High Sierra”.  And the four of us will vouch for this explanation.  We had an epic time hiking to North Dome on Saturday and Cloud’s Rest on Sunday.  The experience by the numbers included a total of one night camping in two tents, three woodchucks in the wild, five campfire cooked chicken breasts, 23 miles of hiking, and over 300 pictures.  Not bad considering our team included one pregnancy and one recovering broken ankle.  Our consensus favorite part was the top of the hike to cloud’s rest which viewed out over Yosemite Valley from nearly 10,000 feet up.

Keri "climbing" up North Dome
Weathered tree stump

Katie holding up Half Dome

Hiking North Dome with Yosemite Valley in the backdrop


On Monday we all went to the beach near SLO.  Kiwi enjoyed chilling in a beach chair and let Alaina and Keri know by giving them some kicks through Katie’s stomach. 

Feeling the baby kicking

Keri unfortunately had to fly out Monday afternoon from the massive (sarcastic) SLO airport.  After seeing her off Alaina, Katie, Kiwi, and I went for dinner at Tognazzini’s Dockside Restaurant in Morro Bay, California.  Morro Bay was a very cool area that felt much more like an authentic old seaside town than other cities along the coast.  It’s docks were filled with tough, old fishing boats and in the backdrop was the 576 foot tall Morro Rock, a large volcanic plug right along the coast.  I knew Tognazzi’s would be good when we walked in and a grizzled old sailor was talking to the manager behind the front desk.  We were seated and treated to an excellent seafood meal with day’s fish catch sitting in bins on the dock right outside the window.  Spectacular!  I would definitely like to spend more time in Morro Bay.

Tuesday brought a wild day of surfing for myself, Alaina, and a friend of Alaina’s from SLO (Laura) followed by a hurried drive down to LA so Katie, Kiwi, and I could catch our flight back to Chicago.  Surfing was an absolute blast (I would definitely like to try it again).  Thank the Lord for carpool lanes in LA which proved to be clutch in our efforts to make our 7pm flight!  Thanks again Alaina for a great trip!!

Alaina and her surfboard

Ron catching a wave

Zooming by gridlock in the LA carpool lane

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

7 Word Catch-Up

In all the hoop-la of so many visitors, I haven't really been able to give y'all an update on my day-to-day activities.  But in all honesty, they probably aren't that interesting anyway, and we all know I talk way too much, so beginning at the start of May, here is what I have been up to in 7 words or less :)

Cinco de Mayo.  60 oz mararitas.


Avila Beach Farmer's Market. Lobster tacos.


Ponies in my backyard.


Dog likes sticks but still won't swim.


Horse embryos at my job.


Bought Icelandic Horse.  Named him "Captain Jack."


Boot exchange.  New Tony Lamas.  In love.


Friends came to visit!  Hollywood, Yosemite, SLO.





(Ok, Ok, so I will be elaborating way more on the friend visit...and you knew I couldn't actually get through this sticking to the 7-word limit...ha.)

Took dog to beach.  Dug a hole.




Compassion Ministry partnership!  Now loving Ronald Okallo :)




Photo shoot for ponies.  Gunner looked pretty.


And there you have it....all caught up on my life!

TTFN,
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Sunday, June 17, 2012

Happy Daddy's Day!

Ah, the third Sunday in June, you've come again!  Happy Father's Day to all of the pops, daddy's, padres, papa's, and dad's out there (my dad gets referred to as "daddy" if I'm talking about him and "pops" if I'm talking to him, just in case anyone was curious).  But whatever your title, Happy Father's Day to you!

I love Father's Day!  And Mother's Day.  Basically any day that honors and celebrates parents is pretty awesome in my book.  I have been blessed with such an amazing set of parents, and I could not be more thankful for them.  So, without further ado, I would like to dedicate this post to a man who has my whole heart in a way that no other man ever will be able to match:  my daddy.

  
My daddy is the definition of a goofball, and I love him dearly for it.  He has some unique sense of humor that only a small percentage of the population understands and is always up for an adventure (see the above photo for proof of both of these claims).

I absolutely consider myself a "daddy's girl," and I am proud to say it.  There are so many things about my pops that I love and admire, and I know that his love for me has played a huge role in shaping me into the person that I am today.  Here are just a few things about him that I love:

He is a man who seeks after Christ and loves God.

He has an amazing talent to work with youth and provide leadership and structure in a great balance of discipline and compassion (despite his cover-up as "Mr. Sensitivity").

He protects me and my family (as clearly evidenced by the below picture involving both tools and firearms.  Ha).


He loves the ocean and the outdoors and has a great respect for all the creatures that live in both.






He has awesome hair (which, thankfully, I did not inherit.  Good luck Ben and Ryan....)

(sorry for this one pops, but it is so hilarious I couldn't resist!)


He works hard and loves his family.

Some of my favorite memories with my daddy are from showing horses when I was growing up.  Both parents were super involved and active in this part of my life, but daddy got to have the special role of "bucket boy" awaiting my beckoned call as a teenager (translation:  he was a superb boot-cleaner, tail-brusher, pattern-provider, number-pinner, water-boy, and overall cheer-leader).  Even though horses totally weren't his jam, he was always there for me, and I'm so appreciative for it.






He doesn't have to say it in words for me to know that he loves me.  I can see it in the way that threatened to throw a boyfriend out on the side of the highway for saying something inappropriate; when he sends me my grandmother's old prayer book just because he thinks I'd think it's cool; when he doctored my favorite old horse 24 hours/day helping her fight for her life while I lived 700 miles away; when we take a 7 day camping road trip to move me across the country; and when he hunts for my dog with me in the pouring rain in the middle of the night because she's a beagle who found a rabbit trail....again....

So thanks, pops, for loving me, teaching me, and challenging me.  You're pretty much the best daddy a girl can have, and I love you so much!