catch me if you can....

Country Mouse, goes to the Big City

2010-06-20T18:36:00.003-06:00

... The City of Angels!

Last weekend I found myself hopping a plane bound for LA. That would be final destination: LA. Who would have thought?

My dear farm friend Sandy, married Dararith (her sweetheart of 19 years) in one of the most beautiful, unique and inspiring wedding celebrations I've been blessed to be a part of.

Fellow farmie, Jonathan, joined me on muscle beach and we had a great wkend!

D (dararith) is originally from Cambodia. His family went through one of the most horrific experiences I can even begin to imagine. During the Khmer Rouge rule and the mass genocide, most of his family was killed and he came to the US as a young kid. Through true courage, resilience and compassion, D is truly one of the most caring and kind souls I know.
In traditional Cambodian wedding celebrations (lasting 3 days) there are 7 ceremonies. Sandy and D chose to have 2 traditional Cambodian wedding ceremonies with the final ceremony being of the western (and hip and modern) tradition.
So unique, so fun, and so chill.
I do have to mention that the locale of the wedding 'The Smog Shoppe' is one of the greenest venues in North America and host to the creation of Wooly Pockets. Felted containers and pockets made from 99% recycled plastic bottles (whoohoo!!) and my latest obsession in urban gardening.
All things considered (mostly the fact that I was in LA) I had an amazing time in LA. Farm boy Jonathan on muscle beach, a hotel room with a tv (ie- world cup soccer viewing) and such an amazing wedding. It was weekend worthwhile!
And guess what?!* Upon my return there has been (mostly) SUNSHINE!! in the rainy NW town I live in.
Lovely, lovely garden daze to all.
Happy Solstice and Happy Summer!

Time Flies When You're Having Fun!

2010-06-17T21:45:00.005-06:00

Rain, Rain, Rain.

It's been raining here since, well, probably the last time I blogged. But don't let a little water get you down. It's nature's way of saying... go ahead, go on vacation- don't bother asking anyone to water your garden.. I've got it!

So- that's what I did. Took 2 weeks off, packed the silverado and headed out on a road trip with myself. And let me say this- No Regrets!

I headed west to Hailey, ID the first night to visit Cortney's lovely family- woke up the next morning, headed out in the snow and continued the drive west. Through a mix of rain, snow and sunshine I found myself in west-central Oregon and my little brother for a night of camping... mostly in the rain. Back to back, two subaru hatchbacks do pretty well with a tarp draped between! In the morning I took some time to visit Fraga Goat Farm and see and sample what kind of cheese they have going on there. YUM! Onward north to Portland.

I stayed with Nate and Carm in the city of rain, eating good food and sampling good microbrews. The next morning Nate toured me through Nike: World Headquarters and I got a taste of what his daily life is like: community garden, test lab and all. Pretty great place they have going on there- but I couldn't be detained... northward I continued.

That evening I found myself in Port Townsend, WA- on the NE corner of the Olympic Peninsula. I stayed with my friend Livi and her 2 cutest ever kids- Ethan and Estelle. The rain didn't stop us from enjoying some parks, beach time, trail hiking and toddler aerobics. Ok, but it did allow us some nice chill tea time to be sure.

From there I was ferry bound across the waters to the shores of Seattle. What happy feelings swell inside of me making my way through the NW. I might have been the only one on the outside deck of the ferry on that rainy day, but I was all smiles- riding with a happy heart. I met my friends Carrie, Keller and Premo for some nights of debauchery, wine tasting, old estates and good eats. Nothing like a visit with good friends.

After a few days and through rapidly swishing windshields I, yes again, continued the journey north. This time with my sights on a border crossing. With the words of a friend "Why don't you just head south to the desert?" echoing in my head I was wondering if I was headed into a rainy, cold, week with my only comfort being a soggy, wet tent. Those thoughts quickly disappeared after crossing the border. Within 15 minutes a black bear ran across the highway, shortly thereafter a bald eagle came swooping above my car. Later I saw a moose happily munching the roadside shrubbery, and further along 2 beautiful rainbows welcomed me farther north. From then on the theme of the my trip became.. no regrets! From here on out- no matter what becomes... NO REGRETS!

The first night I made it to Clearwater Park- close to Wells Gray Provincial Park- found myself campsite #37 and settled in to set up camp and make some dinner. Though there were few people along the way, and most were curious as to what I was doing so far from home by myself I didn't feel the least bit out of place or ill at ease.
The journey continued northward to Jasper Park. I did a small hike through the rain to some amazing falls carving out a deep ravine and on my way back was met with blue skies and sunshine. What amazing views to behold once the sky clears, the white peaked mountains show through and against the blue of the sky and the green of the land... really no words can describe.
I camped outside of Jasper at Pocahontas camp ground which is only a short (and amazingly beautiful) drive to some hot springs. I soaked until I couldn't soak any more and made my way back to my nearly vacant campsite and let my body dissolve into my sleeping bag and pad. It didn't matter that there was still daylight to be had.
Sunshine the next morning, but quickly turning into rain as I drove south toward Banff. I saw velvety elk, another black bear, huge glaciers, AMAZING mountains, blue lakes and lots of rain. Due to the rain, I found myself that night in at hostel at Lake Louise. Though there were truly no regrets staying at the hostel, that is one place that can make a person feel old. After my dinner and sauna I turned in early with a book- and my young Swiss roommates didn't know what to do with such a roommate. :)
I was up early and decided to see what all the hype and fuss was about Lake Louise. Beautiful Lake Louise. Surely didn't disappoint. Though the weather didn't allow for a hike to the tea house, I hiked up a steep trail to not only see the most beautifully blue lake, but to also be greeted by a snowshoe hair (in the midst of changing colors) hop right up to me, only to be surprised that I was there (as not many people had yet been up that snowy trail).
SOUTHWARD!
I decided to nip into Banff Town to catch a glimpse, but mostly for gas, coffee and GF treats. I ended up following the road through Kootenay Park instead of east to Calgary. Again, no regrets. Some of the most amazing scenery yet. Through Fernie, through Waterton Park and south to the border and Glacier. I was so jazzed and in awe of the scenery it's amazing the little car stayed on the road. Probably the most beautiful border crossing I've experience.
Admittedly, my experience, though still grand, did head a bit "south" as I reentered the US. We just don't do it as well as the Canadians do. Regrettably (for Glacier's sake) I saw the Canadian Rockies, before hitting this majestic park. The roads, the pit stops, the trash bins (note: no recycle bins) just weren't quite up to par. Sorry homeland: maybe we can spend a few "war" pennies on preserving what we have... just a thought.
That be said, it was still pure beauty as I drove along the south border of the park the following day toward Missoula.
YEA! Cashman time in MT. I met up with my friend Aaron, his brother and dad. Happy times there. And as I left later than scheduled the next day trying to squeeze in everything (sleeping in, farmer's market, breakfast, hikes, acupuncture treatments) I was reminded as I drove south to Livingston, how beautiful even THOSE mountains are. I kept getting my mind blown each and every day. I squeaked into one of my favorite campsites near Chico and awoke the next day to quite the rain. No worries about soggy tent now- I was home bound! But not before a quick soak in Chico Hot Springs and a visit with some great family friends, the Andersons. Driving through Yellowstone was familiar yet beautiful. No matter that the rain kept coming, it was a grand finale to the Tour du Parc. I drove into Jackson and had about an hour to unpack the car and deal with myself before heading to my friend Emily's house for dinner with her parents who were in town. What a perfect ending to a perfect trip.
True rest and relaxation- and for that, truly amazing.
I will forever recommend such a local, chill and lengthy excursion to anyone who has the luxury to partake.

To Mother Earth

2010-04-24T18:58:00.011-06:00

April~
Renew. Refresh. Growth and Rebirth.
Lovely words, lovely thoughts.
It is nice to come full circle through the year and to the time of year I love thinking of as the real New Year.

The last week or so has pushed many thoughts and feelings through my head.
Earth week is a lovely thought, until you start to realize the condition she is currently in. Last Sunday I was one of a handful of people who chose to sit in a dark auditorium in the middle of a weekend day full of sunshine and blue skies. I watched the movie (semi) debut of a film called "Bag it". This is a documentary a few people from some local ski towns put together about PLASTIC. It is very well done, entertaining and informative. When searching online I found a short clip of the whole video. So far, it's not very out there as far as availability, but if that day comes I would highly recommend you and yours spend the time to sit and have a watch. In the mean time, check this out: http://vimeo.com/5645718

I consider myself pretty well informed and a bit geeked out on environmental issues, but seeing this film nonetheless left my head spinning and my heart reeling in the amount of devastation we are doing to our planet.
The "gyres" of plastic we've all heard of out in the oceans (5 of them now) are not merely conglomerations of accumulated, floating plastic, but rather huge amounts of garbage (plastic) that are being degraded and broken down by the sun into smaller and smaller bits.. until they resemble plankton (ie fish food) and larger fish are EATING this and we are eating the larger fish. We are eating plastic! The ratio of plastic to plankton currently in our ocean is at 40:1- which means that there is now more plastic in our oceans than there is food.

Plastic is convenient, but we have become lazy about that convenience. Plastic is in personal care products that we use, slather and consume. It is currently in our bodies.. to be passed onto our children- in a physical and cumulative way. The amount of plastic in our bodies is beginning to show its effects as various birth defects and behavior problems in children. .. and I could go on.

But I won't end this on such a grim, gloom and doom note. No I won't.

Because- I spent the whole day working, volunteering and being utterly REFRESHED with our world. I helped out at and attended our town's Eco-Fair today. The amount of people that truly do care and are motivated to change things- that want to learn to shop and cook locally- to learn what is in their personally care products- to learn how the hell they are going to grow food in a 6300 ft mountain town- and to even those that are willing to get their hands dirty and start composting with worms at home.. Then I begin to feel the sprig of hope blooming this spring.. and I think maybe.. maybe it can all begin with small forces. Neighbors talking to neighbors. Hope. And a little action.

So- enjoy the springtime, let it renew your hearts, minds and souls. And then let summer sweep you away with happiness and health for you, and for your pachamama- she's the only one we get.

Return of Winter

2010-04-04T15:13:00.003-06:00

On my last post was I boasting of Spring being in the air? Well, it is now officially Spring, and it's reported to be the best skiing the valley has seen all year. Boo to that... Just in time for the resorts to close their doors and people to start greasing their bike chains.
I also recall reporting on that end of season sickness that latched it's mucky paws into me. Well, that stuck around long enough and between that and a vaca to the Florida corner of the world.. I haven't been around much to report on much of anything.
It was nice to get out of town for a bit. I spent the first few days of my vacation in SLC at my brother's house- running around after their crazy life. 3 1/2 kids will let that happen. Yes- there is another one in the oven! I was the lucky aunt who got to catch a glimpse of the 4" munchkin on the ultrasound monitor. shHe's a mover and a groover.
I then flew to the (mostly) sunny side. I was able to spend around 6 days in FL. Visiting my 94 yo grandma, my parents, little bro and even a few uncles, cousins and farm friends.
My friend Kevin, from the farm, is working on a farm in the same town my grandma lives in. He showed me the sights and sounds of places I've never made it to in the last 20+ years of visiting my grandmas and Sarasota. Fun times.
Now it's back to the puffy coats and the work grind.
Though I did get to celebrate with friends at an Easter Brunch today.
Onward and upward... the days will turn warm again soon enough (right!?*).

Coming out of the Cave

2010-03-13T19:49:00.010-07:00

Spring is definitely in the air.

In most places this might be an obvious; in Jackson.. we're a month or so early. Though I fear the dry and burning summer we are most likely in for, one can't control the weather and thus.. I won't even try to hide my delight!

Last weekend a couple friends and I skied into Brook's Lake Lodge- a past winter standard for me, and we caught it on the last week of the year! Check that off the list.

This weekend I'm enjoying the last ski weekend for yours truly- with mellow park skis and a few last runs on the King. Florida y la familia are just around the corner. My body can't wait to show itself to the SUN and fill itself with a healthy dose of Vitamin D.

Mientras, this week I did it. I finally got sick after holding strong all winter (in those germy filled schools). Even though it's never really fun being sick- I almost relished my permission to relax and enjoyed holing up in my cave, reading, watching movies and just letting it kick my ass. Why not? I deserve it after pushing through all winter long.

With that being said... Spring! Yes Spring! Tomorrow we "Spring Forward" and the daylight hours start readjusting our clocks and before you know it seedlings will start sprouting their heads through richly delicious soil and my favorite sunny side of the year will be upon us!

For this I rejoice. I won't hide it.

On the Sunny Side...

2010-02-28T15:09:00.005-07:00

Days are good (in general) and sunny (for the most part). I'm focusing my energy on the good, the sunny and the positive. People and situations with negative energy.. be cast aside.

Even though it's still February, the sun has been shining and the snow has been warming up enough for one to think spring is truly around the corner. Though this is unheard of in Jackson- I'm going with it. And I'm happy about it.

Motivated by his nearing departure from the valley, my friend Davey motivated a few of us to plan an epic nordic adventure yesterday. This included a 10 mile ski into granite hotsprings (south of town). The brilliance of the plan is that it is in a beautiful location, with an amazing pool filled with natural mountain spring water waiting after a long ski in. The flip side... you have to ski 10 miles back out with wibbly wobbly hot springs soaked muscles to fuel you. We went for it! Five friends and I headed out early yesterday am to beat the dogs sleds and snow mobile tours. We made great time and had a lovely day of it. We even lucked out with an afternoon of sunshine to give our noses and cheeks the sunglow only a day of skiing can provide.

Then to top off my already epic day, I had tickets to see one of my all time favs.. Jalan Crossland http://www.jalancrossland.com/ at Dornan's in Moose, WY. He's a WY boy that was a constant in my life a few years ago, but hasn't been to Jackson in a while. Master banjo picker with some rough and funny lyrics- and though our sun soaked faces were exhausted, it rounded out a perfectly shaped and epic day- fo'sho!

Today the mellow Sunday consisted of a lazy breakfast and few runs on the King. Keep the sunshine coming!!

Happy Full Snow Moon to all-

until next time... keep on the sunny side of your life! :)

February Continues...

2010-02-21T10:31:00.003-07:00

The sun is shining.

I'm wrapping up a weekend with the rents. Over to Jackson to visit and earn medical credits. It's been a good weekend. Mostly relaxing, eating good meals and a bit of skiing. We'll be off to Planet Lotus in a bit and that makes me happy.

Last weekend I flew to the windy city to hang out with college girlfriends (GW2010). Fun was had. I will admit that I wasn't super psyched to head out to blustery Chicago in the middle of February and continue the trend of needing to catch up on sleep... but it was worth it. The weekend basically consisted of eating, drinking, watching olympics, going out... (hit repeat). Oh and laughing. Lots of laughing, and a little bit of darts thrown in. We did hit the Art Institute and even saw some sunshine. Mostly it was just fun to hang out with good friends that I see far too little of. Thanks friends.

Maybe my hightlight was Sunday Brunch (vday indeed) at ZED [http://www.zed451.com/]. An amazing buffet brunch, complete with roaming meat skewers and maple cajun bacon. Really enough said...

Ski Hard, Ski Fast and Don't Fall DOWN!

2010-02-10T21:12:00.003-07:00

So I've totally been slacking. I said I was going to keep a blog and bloggers don't go months without blogging. Maybe some do. This one clearly does. I was re-inspired realizing I was actually being followed.

SO- big news this week... I just finished the Sun Valley Boulder Mountain Tour. http://www.bouldermountaintour.com/ 32k of brilliantly groomed and sunlit trails in Idaho. It was the longest race I've ever done and was quite pleased with myself for finishing... and in under 2 hrs. I hadn't really any idea of what to expect... but getting a migraine at kilometer 20 wasn't in the mix. Apart from not really being able to see for the following 10k and feeling completely cached out upon seeing the '5k left to go' sign... it wasn't that bad. I saw my friend elise at the finish and collapsed into her arms and realized I was on the verge of tears. A cup of water and a warm bowl of butternut squash soup later... I was feeling better and at least in the mood to head to the car and change out of those dang boots.
Never fear... a thrift store and a double shot of espresso and collard quinoa wrap later and you would have hardly known I had skied that day.
What a fabulously lovely place. As elise expressed... 'It feels like we're in another country.' I hadn't realized that the Sun Valley area was such an epicenter for nordorks like myself, but with over 200K of groomed trails, nearly everyone at every age nordic skis and are pretty happy about it. I figure you could definitely come across worse obsessions.
My good friend Cortney and her family generously hosted us, with bunk beds, laughs, food and fun. With every other joyous expression out of Elise and my mouth being, 'Oh, the SUN feels so great!' one can hardly deny that we must be living in a cold dark hole. In any case, it was great to get out and ski a bit in the valley of the sun.

And not to sit still for too long... Friday I am off to (possibly a less favorable environment) the windy city! Chi-town for girls weekend O-'10. Stay tuned for (some toned down) details of that to come.
Hugs and love to all...
thejet

i trust...

2010-01-14T22:16:00.002-07:00

so i haven't been as feverish with these posting as i had imagined. i guess it doesn't always feel like there is something new under every rock that is over turned when settled and living in a day-to-day world. BUT it just takes a bit more imagination and thought to notice... because they are there.
things to note this week:
yoga
amazing indian food (go chris and trav!)
remembering patience and perseverance... working in the schools... AUGH!
burning man docudramas
felt a crow kit
tickets bought to chi-town for a feb. girls weekend
cold cold ski days on the king... and sweet ego turns on the corduroy
fermenting red-wine vinegar
peaceful souls making their way into the next life
sliding off heck of a hill
mercury finishing up it's freakin' retrograde
making cheese with new friends
... and a sweet 3-day weekend coming up (thank you MLK.. for more than just a day off)

and a moment to think of those suffering in Haiti today.
Peace to all-
poalily

I'm Ba-ack!

2010-01-03T13:42:00.002-07:00

Well, hello hello.
Even though it won't be as hard to 'catch me' these days, I've resolved to re-start this blog. I've been back in Jackson, WY for the last year- working in nutrition and food education through Cooperative Extension. This pleases me and keeps me grounded, settled and comfortable. Though I constantly dream of other lands and dias libres, things are good as is for now. In being "settled" for a while I often think I have nothing interesting to note. But that doesn't stop my head from wandering and my imagination from taking off.
SO!
I have decided I will pick up this blog (not really where I left off- but rather from now) and contribute my 2 cents of my daily wanderings and wonderings and see if anyone takes notice. Though- more for me and my writing than to offer anything of huge significance to others.
We'll see where this takes me and see how long I can keep it up.
Til soon-
jennyj

Feliz O'10 to ALL!

Heading Home..

2009-01-14T18:20:00.002-07:00

I´m wrapping up a two month holiday and I can honestly say I´m ready to get home. It has been a wonderful and exciting adventure- with a new job and a new niece along the way, but I´m craving familiarity, home cooked food and a constant bed.
I enjoyed my days in Arequipa, a truly beautiful city and spent a night away touring the Colca canyon. I changed my idea of exploring the edge of the Peruvian jungle at the last minute, due to various warnings of drug lords and extreme rain and found myself headed to the northern beach town of Huanchaco- near Trujillo. Not without a stop over in Lima first and a tour of the city with my new friend Jose. It´s quite a nice place if you´re ever in the area for more than a few hours I´d recommend checking the place out.
The past few days in Huanchaco have been spent doing virtually nothing. And that´s about how I planned it. Apart from reading, walking the beach, sleeping and eating ceviche.... that just about sums up the end of my travel adventures for a while.
I´m on my way back to Lima tonight (last overnight bus for a while... YEA!) to meet up once again with my friend Nora. We seem to be swapping places yet again- her on her way back to Cajamarca after holiday seasons state side, and I back north, plum tuckered out after whirling myself through a bit of the South American continent.
It has truly been amazing... I´d recommend to anyone to pack up the duffle and hit the trails.
Until you can... I´ll be working a desk job, so feel free to write about it!
LOVE AND HUGS-
jennyj

Happy New Year!

2009-01-06T13:49:00.004-07:00

Wow, as I re-read my last blog entry it feels like ages ago that I wrote those words and experienced those feelings. I have done so much and walked so many steps since then, hell I even have a new niece and it's a new year!!

Christmas Eve and Christmas Day passed brilliantly in Cusco. Probably the only time I've enjoy falafel for Christmas dinner and experienced so much rain, but I was with dear friends and ate loads of food so in a sense it was similar to the events back home.

Christina and I left for our Lares Trek on the 29th. There are many hikes and treks weaving their way in and around Machu Picchu and though we didn´t do the traditional Incan Trail, I think we might have got the better end of the deal. We began by visiting various Incan sites in the Sacred Valley (Pisac and Ollantaytambo) as well as woman´s traditional weaving project- learning of their traditional dyes and weaving styles... very interesting for me. We stayed the night in Ollantaytambo and spent 3 days walking through high mountains, valleys and in and around Andean villages and potato fields. Christina and I joined a group of 10 travelers and spent 2 nights in the mountains, seeing no other tour groups; only local people in their colorful ponchos working in their potato fields, herding their llamas and alpacas and watching curiously as the group of plastic poncho wearing gringos traipsed through their landscape. The highest pass we crossed was 4200 m. High enough that I was gasping for breath in the middle of the nights and dreaming of stealing the O2 tank off our ambulance burro named Tortillo. We spent New Years Eve huddled in our dining tent drinking warm wine, wearing yellow underwear (yes, all of us to bring in good luck..) and inventing our new years resolutions for 09. Most of us were actually in bed by 8.30pm, but I awoke 6 minutes to midnight to pee in the rain, so Christina and I shared a new years kiss, made our 3 wishes and fell back into our lucid dreams.

Our last night of the trip we spent in Machu Picchu Town, now called Aguas Calientes, and awoke before the sun to take a train up to the ruins. After many days with more llamas than people, the overwhelming tourism at the ruins was a little staggering for most of us, but regardless we managed to take in this sacred site, that the Spanish never found, with enjoyment and awe. We arrived early enough to climb the neighboring mountain of Wayna Picchu for an over view of the Machu Picchu ruins below. The many Incan stone steps up Wayna Picchu gave us a taste of what the Incan Trail is like, and I must say I think I prefer rambling grassy hillsides. We made wonderful friends with our group and enjoyed many laughs together. As we were taking the train back to Ollantaytambo and busing out of the sacred area, a huge double rainbow arched over us and we drove under it. Sure sign of a wonderful year ahead.

Not pausing for a minute, Christina and I were off and running (or busing actually) south to Puno, the lake side town on the edge of Lago Titicaca... the highest navigable lake at 3810 m. We spent an afternoon in the pouring rain and met up with friends from Cusco to enjoy dinner and drinks and awoke to a perfectly clear and sunny day to boat across the lake and explore a few islands on the lake. Such interesting cultures are preserved here. La Isla Taquile hosts a socialist community that is still going strong today. The people of the island live and work in community, hold weekly community meetings and abide by three rules: don´t be lazy, don´t lie and don´t steal. There you go! These come from the Incan rules of: love, teach and learn. I think our societies can learn a lot from these simple communities. As we walked across the island and caught the sun shimmering on the water below, I felt like I was in the Mediterranean. A truly gorgeous day!

We then boated over to the island of Amantanì where we met our host families and stayed the night, learning of the traditional dances, dress, farming and culture on the island. While some of our group played soccer (I tried my best but could hardly breath at that altitude), I hiked to the top of the island catching great views of the snow capped mountains of Bolivia to the East and the sun setting over the islands on the lake to the West. Very magical indeed.

We returned to Puno via Uros, the floating islands, and learned how the traditional people lived and build houses on floating islands of grass reeds growing on the lake. Another amazing feat of mankind!

Today I find myself in Arequipa, a town in the south of Peru near Colca Canyon, deeper than the Grand Canyon I´m told. The area is also surrounded by volcanoes. Today I visited a mummy, Sarita, over 500 years old. A small girl that was sacrificed to the mountain gods to protect the area from natural disasters. She is on display, while her fellow (and better known) mummy Juanita is off display for preservation. Very interesting indeed.
And on that note, I think I´ll make my way out of this internet cafe and back into the sunlight before it disappears for the day.
I hope this finds you well... be well...

Back in the land of over 4,000 varieties of potatoes..

2008-12-24T07:30:00.002-07:00

Though a lot colder and listening to the patter of rain on the rooftop, I´m happy to be back in Peru and with my good friend Christina for a spell. My last few days in Argentina where spectacular. I splurged on a hotel with a pool up in Iguazú and definitely got my money´s worth. Visiting the falls of Iguazù is something I won´t soon forget. Purely spectacular and though I´ve taken loads of photos and a few videos none of them can begin to do justice to the feeling of watching that amount of water surge over cliffs, falling into oblivion-- with birds dancing in the spray and rainbows arching over it all. Really an amazing place.

An official bus-ride from hell later and I was back in BA for my last night and off again yesterday flying to Peru. My travels alone where a lot of things: exciting, beautiful, stressful, relaxing and full of beautiful and friendly people along the way. Though I must say nothing compares to reuniting with a good friend, talking non-stop and laughing your way through dinner. I´m excited to be here in Cusco with Christina for Navidad. She´s already been here a week and has loads of friends and invitations for our few days before we head out on our trek. Tonight- La Noche Buena- we´re lucky enough to have an invite to a families home. I´m waging my bets on pollo, arroz, papas, y panetòn. Should be festive and delicious!

I hope where ever life has landed you this day you are happy, healthy, warm and surrounded by love and hugs from many dear ones.

¡¡Fiestejar Bien!!

How much can you pack into one day?

2008-12-17T09:04:00.002-07:00

It seem like a lot when I think back...
Mendoza is a nice city. I felt I stayed long enough to get a feel for the place before rushing off on the next bus. I did the tour of wineries on bicycle with Fabio from Italy. It was blazing hot and even the wind couldn´t cool us down. Along with wineries we were able to visit a chocolate and liquor factory as well as an olive plantation. Those were actually more interesting to me!
I then had to plan out my strategy for the job interview I had back home in WY. All things considered it went fairly well, and I treated myself to a haircut from Christian down the street (or maybe I treated everyone else... as I´ve been looking pretty shabby for the last few weeks..)
An overnight bus later- I found myself in Còrdoba this morning and decided to spend the day in Alta Gracias which is an hour outside of town. Ernesto Guevara spent most of his childhood here, so I toured the home of Che this morning and have been kicking around this lazy little town since. On my way back to Còrdoba for another night bus up to Puerto Iguazù where I´ll be able to relax for my last few days in the country.
Still sweating, but still happy. Hope you are too (at least happy that is...)
besos..

and what HAVE I been up to?

2008-12-14T18:31:00.004-07:00

On a whim I changed my plans of touring the North of Argentina and bought a bus ticket to Bariloche- the Tahoe of Argentina. All things considered a 20 hr bus ride in Argentina isn´t all that bad. I made it to Bariloche in time to orient myself, walk the streets and sunburn my shoulders. The next day I was off on a 22 km walk to refugio Frey up in the mountains and managed wear all my weather gear. I guess that is the way of Patagonia... or so I´m told. Never trust the weather forecast... Though the mtn and lake views consisted only of fog and rain, it was a nice hike and fun chatting w- the other stranded hikers and climbers at the refugio. After a bit of shared matè and some good eats, I was hiking back to town- desending amist all kinds of varying landscape and foliage.
I hopped the next bust to El Bolsòn the following day and ¨hung w- the hippies¨ for a few nights. Though El Bolsòn didn´t produce as many hippies as the guide book proclaimed, it was a nice town amidst beautiful mtns bordering on Chile. I met a fellow traveler from SF and together we hiked, laughed, dranks local brews and swore about our blistered feet. Mikel... may you find your retreat in the days to come... Thanks for the fun afternoon...
I was again aboard an overnight bus and today find myself in Mendoza, Argentina. Wine country if you will. Though I´ve recently sampled the Malbec the region has to offer with dinner- tomorrow I go on the bike around wine tour of the region.
Today was spent arranging myself in a hostel, scouring the town for what it has to offer on Sundays (virtually nothing...), and catching a sweet tandem paraglide flight that lasted approximately 31 minutes. Little did I know this was ¨the best place in Latin America¨ to catch a flight. With glimps´ over the hills into Chile and stunning tranquillo views of the town at 2100 m.- it was definitely well worth it! My guide Edwardo seemed psyched as well.
I will sleep well tonight- and may you as well.
Til again...

Madonna & Vos

2008-12-08T07:01:00.002-07:00

As I landed in Argentina and was traveling into the heart of Buenos Aires I remembered why I had wanted so badly to visit this country. The use of vos! Few countries use this very informal form of ´you´ and Guatemala and Argentina are 2 of them. How exciting is it to see billboards and hear comments in vos!
Though I came down to SA in time for summer, I hadn´t yet felt it until arriving to Argentina. The long daylight hours and warm humid days... summer is here at last!!
I found my way to my friends Keller and Megan´s apartment (who were fresh out of a fútbol match) and we went out for dinner (midnight local time). And within 24 hrs of landing in this beautiful country I was amidst throngs of people waiting for Madonna to appear on stage. We were able to snag some general, ground level tickets and see a legend perform for a crowd that truly loves her. And incidentely- she´s filming for her DVD here in Argentina, so all those Madonna fans out there... when you watch the DVD... I´m wearing a blue shirt.
Though I haven´t yet made my way too far into this country I´m loving what I see. It seems to me the perfect collision of crazy, uncertain and care free Latin America with the Euro-American modernism and roots that I know. Oh and the accent! Nothing I love more than experiencing a new twist and slur to the Spanish language I´m continually trying to perfect.
I´m off on the bus to Bariloche. Until next time...

The area around Huaraz, Peru....

2008-12-05T16:33:00.001-07:00

is what you get when you mix the cultivated hills of Guatemala and a similar people, the rock walls, rain, and sheep of Ireland, the sheer cliffs of Yosemite with the trees and foliage of the Pacific Northwest (and maybe a dusting of Sinks Canyon- just for fun)-- ok, ok- and throw some snow capped Swiss Alpes in for good measure. There are many parts of this area that remind me of my time in Ecuador as well. Pero es un poco obvio- that´s like saying South Dakota is a bit like North Dakota, or Kansas is a quite similar to Nebraska. Only the hard core locals note the differences. In any case- I´m enjoying my days in the heartland of the Andes. I´ve been staying in the city of Huaraz which lies between the Cordillera Blanca and the Cordillera Negra. El Parque Nacional Huascarán is a few hrs by car, taxi or combi away. We have had a week full of mtn adventures and try as I might- acclimatizing to this altitude truly is a challenge for this girl straight off the California coasts. I´ve been loading my body with as much Matè de Coca that I can get my hands on, but my digestion has been slow and my body tired. Regardless Nora, Meche and I have done our best to track down tours and hikes of the local area. The first day we visited the famous Pastoruri glacier. Like all other glaciers the globe over, this one is melting at an alarming rate. Though the landscape and people living up there above 5000 m. gave us enough to experience as we slowly crept up to the base of the glacier.
The next day we decided to do a small hike as the alitude was affecting and rain and snow was in the air. We got ourselves up to Lagunas Llanganuco and did a small hike around the lake and back down the hill a ways through a fairyland forest.
Feeling a bit accustomed to the land of little oxygen, we set out the following day to Lago 69 with a some Frenchmen from our hostel (um... seriously). Luck wasn´t on their side however and their taxi was stopped for over an hr by the Police. We didn´t realize this and went on without them. We lucked out with a clear, sunny day, and the views were amazing. Combine green grass, grazing cows, steep cliffs, rugged trails, white mtn tops and very little oxygen. The last few km to the lake were tough. As we got closer to 4600 m. it was literally one step at a time. I think Budda said, "Just do one more forever." Those were the words that brought me to the edge of the blue lake below the glacier. A truly amazing place. Oh and the french guys did eventually arrive at the lake (after nearly running up the mtn) just as we were departing. On our way down we were crossing an avalanche path that we had previously gone over and Meche commented that a guy at the lake had mentioned it had occured only 4 days beforehand. Hummm...
After a good meal and a night´s rest, Meche and I decided on a tour to the ruins of Chavín (Nora´s sore throat kept her in Huaraz for a day of R&R). The day was brilliant. We crossed over into the Cordillera Negra and were able to see a whole different landscape. This place truly amazes me. The ruins of Chavín that we toured were from a civilization speculating to be 1200 BC. There were many galleries underground that we were able to tour that went on and on. And though it was a 3 hr ride each way, the hill sides, the strong mtn souls of the Andes, the grazing sheep, llamas and cattle, the rock walls and small communities of chosas (stone and thatch huts) and the magnificant mtn peaks surrounding were plenty to keep my gaze constantly intrigued.
Enough said- this is definitely one of the most beautiful places I´ve ever been to. Though I haven´t been to that many places... I haven´t been to that few either.
I´m off on an overnight bus to Lima tonight and flying to Buenos Aires tomorrow. Look out!
(Oh and I´m taking loads of pictures and will hopefully have time to download some soon... stay tuned)

I'm Upside Down Again

2008-11-26T07:46:00.008-07:00

Wow, many adventures, in many different forms.
I had an amazing road trip with Sabrina- checking out the beautiful and truly majestic sites in California. Our time in Big Sur, Yosemite, Muir Woods and Pt. Reyes was magical. Oh, and there was loads of good food and many laughs.
I was in Santa Cruz just long enough to squeeze everything in my backpack and have one more meal on the farm.
My trip started right with a night at Pigeon Point Hostel and a hot tub overlooking the crashing surf of the pacific ocean under a lighthouse on a perfectly foggy moonlit night with my friend Aaron. I then flew to Puerto Vallarta and was in Yelapa the next day. I met Chrissi and Patrick and jumped into helping set up the retreat. As it's Mexico, everything tends to work on a slightly different time schedule than those from the States are accustomed to, but getting into that swing is the best way to make everything flow properly.
Overall the retreat was a success and a wonderful learning opportunity for all involved. There were small magic moments that helped tie the educational pieces together for a very fun week: -The phosphorescence glowing in the water as we walked home along the beach as if reflecting the starry sky above -learning more of the peace, calm and traditional methods of the Huichol people -seeing 5 scorpions and escaping unscathed -live music and good spirits enjoying the Mexican evenings -and maybe most magical of all was participating in the creation and ceremony of a traditional Temazcal sweat lodge. On that final note I was able to dash off to catch the morning ponga back to PV with a calm heart and excitement for the journey to come.
I left Yelapa Saturday morning and arrived 11 motorized modes of transport later in Cajamarca, Peru to meet my dear friend Nora on Monday morning. I had spent a quick night in Costa Rica and arrived to Lima complete with a police escort. As my taxi driver, Guido, was weaving his way through the streets of Lima there were Police on moto y en carro guiding us with sirens blazing- creating a path for us through the bustle of traffic. I soon realized our taxi was being pushed off the road as well- but no matter that the escort wasn't for me but for all the dignitaries that were visiting for the APEC summit that was finishing up as I arrived. I can pretend that all the hoopla was for me. Bush had departed the day before, thank goodness- but I heard word of all the Sultans, Presidents and Ministers (and money) that had been in the city during the week. I spent that night in Lima with my new friend Esperanza (who is a friend of Nora's dad whom she has never met). The initial plan of taking an overnight bus to Cajamarca had been frantically changed to an early morning flight the next day after I heard that the bridge to her site was blown up by protesters and though "taking the bus was still an option" it would have meant getting off the bus, crossing the river with my luggage on my head and finding a car to bring me the rest of the journey. I thought spending a few more soles on airfare was maybe a justifiable option in this case.
And since being in Cajamarca I've dove straight into Peruvian life and am loving it. I helped Nora cook lunch for some of her teachers as soon as I got off the plane and entertained myself while they finished final reports and papers. I met and toured the night scene with her boyfriend Hugo and walked to the campo to meet one of her women's groups to purchase some weavings she'll take back to the states. These women, though illiterate, create the most beautiful art and live in the most tranquilo setting amidst gardens, pastures and flowers. As it's springtime here on the other side, life is being reborn all around. There were baby chicks, lambs, cows, kittens and the favorite part of my day- holding the pigs that had only been born the day before and wanting to take the little runt (that was half the size of the others) and stuff him into my pocket and home with me. The little boy at the house promised me he'd take care of the little guy. It's the small day to day details that made up my Peace Corps life that I'm getting used to again. The smells, noise and uncertainty, that also bring adventure and excitement. I'm constantly fascinated by new cultures and ways of life. I know I will enjoy my next few months here- hanging upside down- heading, once again, into summer time.
Nora and I and her friend Meche head to Huaraz on Saturday. A place full of beautiful mountains, lakes and hiking opportunities.
Stay tuned...

See you down south!

2008-11-11T14:18:00.002-07:00

..and that just about does it!

2008-10-28T22:12:00.006-06:00

So that's it- Farm Camp is officially over. I am now just a Friend of the Farm & Garden.

The last few weeks of the apprenticeship were a whirlwind of events that were spent trying to squeeze every last drop of farm goodness into a mason jar of memories. Though all completely spent and exhausted from our full contact lifestyle we've been leading for the past 6 months, farmies rallied to plan more events and tackle even more projects as the days crept closer to Oct 24th. We organized races, farm olympics, wreath making workshops, food drying sessions, canning and preserving, t-shirt printings, potato calendar making, field trips, dinners and graduation ceremonies... on top of all the normal harvests, classes, garden upkeep and daily chores.

Our graduation ceremony took place on Friday night. Complete with hors d'oeuvres, entertainment, speeches, music, certificates, desserts and wine under twinkle lights in the DG and a final dance party in the middle green house. It was a fun night and a very appropriate closing to this little farm bubble we've all been living in.

As our bubble pops and we all disperse back into the real world that has been going on around us- we brace ourselves for what is next. I feel a mix of sadness, relief and excitement as this chapter of my life closes and once again I'm thrown full force into transition. Sadness saying goodbyes to farm friends (who I feel I have developed relationships akin to that of siblings) that I won't see regularly- relief thinking of the rest, space and kitchen access that is hopefully on my horizon- and excitement for the opportunities that lay out before me. I do know, however, that these amazing people that have entered my life won't sneak away too quickly or quietly. I now have personal access to over 45 amazing farmers and foodies across the globe that are going to be doing amazing things. Mark my words... good things are sure to come from these people.

As for me and my next steps, if I hadn't realized it yet- I don't tend to do things the concise nor logical way. This weekend my friend Sabrina is flying to California to help me road trip around this state to see some of the more natural beauties it has to offer. We're hitting Big Sur, Yosemite and Muir Woods, so I won't leave California having seen nothing but farms, soil and sunsets.

I am then flying to Mexico for a week of working at the Tropical Horticulture & Nutrition retreat my friend Chrissi is putting on at her place in Yelapa and from there it's Peru and Argentina until mid January. In South America I plan to meet up with a few good friends from the states and see the sights, hit the trails and sip the wines the regions have to offer. If you're curious as to what wanderings I come upon this go around stay tuned to this site as I'll do my best to update it with (hopefully) more frequency than I have in the past few months.

Now let the packing for the rest of my life begin!

Field Trips, Visitors, Harvests and time slipping away...

2008-10-07T22:22:00.001-06:00

Well, I am obviously making less and less time for recording my daily activities and letting more and more of my time be consumed by farm activities. As it should be I guess. Maybe my farm life seems more normal and day to day, thus less need to jot every minute down and record the ongoings. Though the excitement hasn't been dwindling.

Our last few months of the program have been chock full of field trips. Fairly local and some semi farther away. A couple weeks ago we went on our epic Sonoma field trip that all farmies had been awaiting with baited breath... the first stop being legendary Bob Conard's place. Not only is he the iconic back to the earth farmer that has been supplying Chez Panisse with fresh produce for the past few decades- he also manages acres and acres of weeds. Weeds? What?!* He is so interesting and intriguing to us as his philosophy is almost completely backwards from everything we are being taught- and yet his crops flourish and bounty exudes from his fields. He is more in tune with plants and the natural cycle of life than most people on this planet- and thus sees a place for the weed's FULL life cycle to occur amidst all his crops. An amazing place to try to wrap your head around...

On that same weekend field trip I was lucky enough to visit Three Stone Hearth- a Community Supported Kitchen in Berkley promoting the ideals and nutrition philosophy of Weston Price, a couple farms started by former apprentices, Occidental Arts & Ecology- a sustainable center with many amazing programs and practices, and of course enjoy much mirth and debauchery driving around California with thirty-some dirty farmers.

I'm getting back into the swing of being in the down. Harvests and daily routines are definitely different in each site and I'm remembering why I enjoyed the down so much and am excited to pass my last --...sigh :( -- few weeks in this beautiful sight. We're planting brassicas, lettuces and other cold weather crops and cover cropping some beds for the winter time that is soon to come. It's definitely enjoyable to have kale available to harvest again. I'm realizing the full swing of the seasonal cycle I've already experienced in my time here.

This past weekend was an eventful one. Not only did I have three out of town visitors and coordinate the pie contest at our Harvest Festival, but you'll be amazed to know that my tent is still standing after the torrential down pour and wind storm we had the other night. That's not to say anything was dry inside the tent, but it sure didn't fully blow away this time! :)

My brother, Eric, was able to spend a few farm filled days with me and it was a true blessing to have him experience a glimpse into my farm life. Coincidentally enough- my friends Sage and Jerod, from my life in Jackson- were cruising through the area and we all enjoyed apple pressing, a few laughs and yes... that darn rainstorm together. It was great to see them (and their silver submarine) in the surf city I've been calling home.

I spent the whole day yesterday cooking with my friend Robbie. We cranked out another stellar menu: Squash muffins, hard boiled eggs, sliced apples- Pasta fresca, three bean salad, hummus, massaged kale salad and bread- Chile rellenos, mole, mole verde, rice & tortillas. The crowd was pleased.

And after that exhausting series of events I opted to take today off. One dead left front axle fixed and 11 quarts of tomato sauce later... I'm about ready for bed. I have another packed week ahead and an 'Eating Your Way Through San Francisco' weekend planned with my friend Beth. Something that shouldn't be missed!

Enjoy your days young friends. I think of you often- but clearly don't make contact often enough. Be well.

Way Too Long...

2008-09-14T21:16:00.005-06:00

The days are passing about as fast as the apples are falling from the trees. I'm finding myself overwhelmed with everything I'm cramming into each day- yet loving (and trying to remember to cherish) the opportunity of being in this setting as the days get shorter, nightfall comes sooner and I realize I will be leaving this community in what will feel like a blink of an eye.

I've been lucky. During my last week of cart, my dear friend Betsy, from Jackson, was kind enough to hop a train to sunny California and spend some of her vacation days with me on the farm- harvesting, cooking up garlic in the 'Up' for garlic fest, putting on an apron to help stalk and sell produce at cart, and even jumping in the ocean with me twice. It was amazing having someone who really knows me- show up and saddle up to farm life.

And since her departure... harvests continue, field trips are more frequent, food preservation is on the rise and yeah- our final rotation is almost up.

We will find out this week where we will be placed for 'The Final Four'. I'm shootin' for 'The Down', but will soon let you know where I'll be spending my final four weeks in farm camp. Any site will be amazing and has it's advantages and disadvantages. In any case- I'm cooking tomorrow morning (starting at 5am) with my near and dear friend Adelaide. Goodness is sure to rock forth from the kitchen tomorrow. But I must head to bed soon...

On that note- I'll leave you with some sweet pictures of the three varieties of salsa my friend jonathon and I pumped out this afternoon: normal red, salsa verde, and blood peach... if you will.

Be well- keep rockin'.

To Wyoming and back again... Cart Time!

2008-08-24T20:54:00.015-06:00

Is it really almost the end of August?

The past few weeks have been amazing.

I was able to take over 10 days off and travels back to Jackson for a visit with family and friends during our mid-course week break. It was such a refresher thanks to my many great friends back in the hole, the beautiful scenery, the fresh mountain air, and just some days off... with nothing planned- quality hammock time, if you will.

And as the economy tightens and the oil dries up.. air flights get re-arranged. My flight out of Jackson was canceled Sunday night- and while it afforded me an extra day with friends.. (delightful!).. it also meant missing day 1 of my 3rd rotation in the Alan Chadwick "Up" Garden. I'm spending the next 3 weeks on my 'cart' rotation. This means I'm one of a few in charge of harvests, set-up, sales and overall run around for our farm stand on the corner of campus. It's actually quite fun and exciting to see our product packed and stacked so beautifully in one spot. And to watch it fly off the shelves... The regulars definitely know they have to get there right around noon-o'clock on the dot to get the good stuff. Our dry-farmed tomatoes our flourishing (sweet and delicious), a handful of our many apple varieties are coming on, the flowers these days are AMAZING and the sweet corn is standard right now. Fun AND delicious!

As last Tuesday morning rolled around I quickly found out my cart days start at a quarter to 7 in the morning and end 12 or 13 hrs later. Though the energy on the farm has been great and the colors in the field have been so beautiful it doesn't feel like I'm spending so many hours working at this labor of love.

Wednesday we had a class day and Thursday I spent sweatin' in the kitchen -4am-7pm-(another success.. and oh the fun of watching faces as farmies learned I'd fed them zucchini crisp instead of apple), so by the time Friday cart rolled around again I was definitely ready for a weekend of rest and distraction from farm life. Though this didn't stop me from harvesting mad veggies for a dinner in town with friends- freshly grilled sweet corn, sesame green beans, fried green tomatoes, stuffed squash blossoms, coleslaw, parsnips and grilled veggies! ...YUMMM

On that note- it's about to start all over again, so I best get to bed before the night turns into morning.

I hope all is well in your world. Don't forget to smile and let a little love in.

Wondering what to do with those over sized monster zucchinis you suddenly discover rapidly multiplying in your garden? Look no further- this is a sure hit!

Zucchini 'Apple' Crisp:

1 large zuke, peeled, seeded and sliced to look like apple chunks (about 6-7 cups).
Put into saucepan with 3/4 cup lemon juice. Cover and boil 15 min. stirring often.

Then add mixture of:1 tsp. nutmeg, 1/2 cup sugar, 2 tsp. cinnamon

Stir well into "apples" and set off stove.
Pour above mixture into a greased 11x9" pan.
Topping:1 1/3 cup brown sugar, 1 cup flour, 1 tsp. nutmeg, 1 cup rolled oats, 2/3 cup butter
Mix together til crumbly and sprinkle evenly over "apple" mix.
Bake at 375 degrees till golden brown.

Makes 6 servings.

Preserving the Fun

2008-08-03T14:39:00.008-06:00

It's count down time until we break out and see what's happening in the rest of the world. There has been a buzz on the farm, as we prepare for our break week. I do wonder what will happen to us as we emerge from our bubble and check out friends and ongoings away from CASFS. Though as I write this, I'm giddy with excitement to see friends, mountains and music back in Wyoming.

The last few weeks have been fun and busy. Our part of the youth RIC conference was pulled off without a hitch and quite successfully thanks to hard work and inevitable good vibes that emanate from the farm.

I've been keeping busy in my 'free time' (what?!) jamming and fermenting the bounty that lies in the fields- think 4 berry jam (strawberries, raspberries, blackberries and blueberries) and raw kraut with hits of apple/fennel & ginger/jalapeno... oh! and I've had my first taste of farm tomatoes and sweet corn... a sweet, sweet summer it is...

My friends Rob and Chloe from San Francisco drove down for a weekend visit and some friends from Jackson are hopefully showing up on Tuesday for a quick stay. It's nice to see familiar faces and show off the place I'm calling home for the time being.

The field farmies have been busy harvesting and cranking out CSA boxes. I was asked to write a piece for our CSA newsletter last week- so I'm going attach that to give you a sense of my current feelings on life, love and food. And on that note.. Happy Birthday Er!

--As I spend my days working in the field amidst rows and rows of brilliantly colored and shaped fruits and vegetables I see nature at work- providing exactly what we need at this moment in time to meet our nutritional needs. ‘Nutrition’ and ‘Health’ have become tantalizing words these days- thrown about carelessly by the media, relying on the hope of consumers that there is something magic out there that can be tagged and bottled to cure our ailing minds and bodies. Nutritional trends come and go- just about as rapidly as blue jean styles, but the tried and true methods of Mother Earth have been humming along far more reliably that the laboratories can crank out vitamin supplementations.

As a Dietitian, I’m often approached with nutrition questions.. the underlying hope being that I will have something magical and different to say.. advice that will finally work this time! Eating a balance of whole foods in tune with the rhythms of the seasons has been my standard reply for a while now- and as I plant, weed, harvest and eat the bounty of the food grown here I’m reminded and humbled by how important this is. We could never contrive to formulate in a vitamin supplement what nature has taken and molded so beautifully over many years. In the few short months I’ve been living on this California farm (loaded with abundance), I’ve been excited to roll with the days and the seasons; just when you’re getting a bit overloaded with one crop, on comes another to add more zeal and excitement to the dinner preparations. (Speaking of.. be on the lookout for some amazing sweet corn coming next week…) Eating in this way leads us to live in this way; respecting and loving what our world has to offer, and that is the magic answer that I think most people are truly looking for.

-Jen Jacobsen, Lander, WY 1st year apprentice

Rockin' and Rollin'--- mid-program style

2008-07-20T09:29:00.006-06:00

It's true... too much time has gone by- and not for a lack of ongoings. Life has been a bit hectic to sit down and write about- but finally today, a calm Sunday morning, I'm making the time.

In last minute style, I bought a ticket home for the 4th (nothing says 4th of July like Lander Wyoming!!) to check on the rents, hang with my brothers and see a few friends in the mix. It was fabulous to be home for a few days. The days were far too few and a bit hectic, but it was a successful trip all in all.

Upon my harried return, I was thrown full boar back into farm life. I was in the middle of my irrigation sub-rotation -field style, the following Tuesday I was signed up to cook (another success... thank you Karen!!) and my first farm visitors showed up! All the way from Switzerland mind you--- via New Zealand, Australia and Fiji. I met Ben and Anja during my last few days in NZ and they were kind enough to go out of their way to take me to the airport in my final hours. Knowing they were soon enough destined for the California shores, I invited them for a stay. Though I didn't have loads of time to dedicate to showing them what Santa Cruz is all about, they were able to experience farm life and a bit of the city on their own- camping next to me, enjoying communal meals, harvesting blueberries, biking through campus etc. Very kind people... I wish them the best back home in their studies! --- Remember--- You're all welcome. It's amazing only the Europeans have thus far taken me up on it. Oh right- Americans don't get vacation days...

Times are a changing... the farm has felt more stress and tension in the past few weeks than previously. The honeymoon is ending. The 2nd year apprentices have been evacuated from their housing situation (the upper rooms in an 18 yr old barn) due to building codes. The rest of us seem to be finding ourselves in that awkward period in a communal living program- the days have become more normal, there is a lot of work to get done, we miss friends and family that we've been neglecting in our busy schedules, we are all good friends- but maybe not close enough just yet to fully explode or decompose in front of. Where do you go when you need a good cry and every sound and movement in your tent is easily overheard in the tent 2 yards on either side?? I've been lucky for my town escape at Chrissi and Stephen's house.

Though on the flip side: I love my hammock, plums are bumpin', rotting on the ground and yeah- I'm almost plummed out, the field harvests are getting smoother and MUCH faster! and I had a great RAW week this past week with 3 fellow farmies. As a challenge to myself and to get a bit more grounded my friend Adelaide and I decided to eat raw with our fellow raw farmie Alden who has taught me a lot about food and the beauty and options of eating a raw diet. Our friend Brian decided to join us, and we had many beautiful meals together, as well as, much laughter and interesting conversation. I felt wonderful on that diet and will try to incorporate more of it into my day to day meals in the future. Nothing against the cooked food, but it did make me stop and realize what exactly I was putting in my mouth and its value to my body and ultimately to our world. And of course, one really can't go wrong with chia, nori, fresh avocados from our trees, sprouts and various seed patés.

So on that note- this week we'll be getting ready to host part of a national youth conference- RIC (Rooted in Community). Imagine hundreds of teens jazzed up on food, farming and sustainability. That's our future folks... keep it rockin'!

Mandolin Tunes

2008-06-29T15:53:00.005-06:00

This past week UCSC hosted a Mandolin Festival of classes and fun. The gig was headed up by David Grisman and Mike Marshall. Tracy Grisman was in charge of food preparations and made a visit to our farm for a basket of fresh produce. She was so taken with her experience on the farm that she invited all farm apprentices to any and all of the nightly performances (if anyone was to question our attendance we were to simply say, "Tracy Grisman invited us.") My week was naturally a busy one, but I was able to attend the Friday and Saturday night shows- very casual, low-key and intimate settings. I captured a few photos and videos of the music and even got to chat briefly with David and Tracy. And did I mention- the music was AMAZING!! I know quite a few people who should have been there....

Fires & Fun (but not together...)

2008-06-25T19:36:00.006-06:00

A few weeks have gone by. Where have I been? What have I been up to? Well- the title pretty much sums it up, but I'll fill you in on a few more details if you'd like some further reading.
Last week was a busy one. The farm got hit with it's first ever LBAM quarantine. What does that mean you might ask? Well the Light Brown Apple Moth (LBAM) has caused quite a stir in CA-mostly amongst farmers, overhead sprayers, political figures and chemical companies out to get rich. In a nut shell- if a 'suspect larvae' is found on a farm- that crop is quarantined and can't leave the area (or be sold). Suspiciously enough those 'suspect larvae' were found in peak season on our most lucrative crops... raspberries & those lucious beautiful blueberries. How can they still be sold? If highly paid government officials hand inspect each and every berry that leaves the farm for CSA or Cart sales. If 'suspect larvae' are found- the whole batch is withheld. What does it mean for apprentice farmers? We get loads of berries for the kitchen and get to participate in the first ever CASFS blueberry U-pick!! Though us farmies benefited directly from the LBAM quarantine, it's a shady deal that naturally involves mostly money and politics and NOT the health and well being of farmers, land or food consuming citizens. If you want to know more about LBAM and the ins and outs of that little soap box contact me directly.

Last Tuesday I piggy backed nicely on the LBAM quarantine with my second day of cooking with my dear friend Suzie. We made fabulous eats for our fellow farmies starting with most amazing brown butter blueberry muffins and ending with quadruple berry crisp (strawberries, cherries, raspberries and blueberries). Though everyone was singing our praises- you really don't have to do much when your berries have less than 24 hrs off the tree/vine/bush and are naturally sweetened by the sun. Between the berry surprises we entertained with polenta, greens, curries, dal and naan. Fun times in the kitchen for sure!

And as far as those fires... yes, yes the west is burning and I see plumes of smoke & hazes of smoke. I also hear helicopters buzzing around over head carrying fire jumpers, buckets of water and aerial sprays. BUT- the excitement doesn't stop there. Last Friday we had reconvened at 2pm in the veggie shed for the start of our afternoon of work. As we sat chatting and copping with the inevitable post lunch sluggish start to the afternoon we heard... "There might be a fire at the Life Lab!" We all ran down the hill (200 ft away) toward Life Lab to see smoke pouring out of a bordering bush. I heard- "Call 911!!" "Grab hoses!" I saw farmies running, grabbing buckets, hooking up hoses. I looked down and saw a hose- I grabbed it and ran down the hill, trembling I hooked it up to a connection and threaded it through the fence to help douse the fire. Fifteen plus farmies act fast. By the time the fire department was there we were in the midst of water fights with hoses and buckets. Lucky for them because they were on their way to another, bigger fire that had just started about 20 minutes from us and closed down Hwy 1 for a few hours- which we could clearly see from our farm perch. Though it ended simply enough- it really gave some reality to the dry and heat of our daily lives. We were lucky.

The weekend was full of Full Moon, Solstice and Farm Tour fun. We had a lovely Solstice dinner under the Kiwi Arbor on Friday night and an optional day of farm tour in the Pescadero area all day on Saturday. We started the tour at Harley Farm; a goat cheese farmstead (sorry they only sell locally- yes!!- otherwise I'd tell you to be on the look out for the pretty edible flower packaging). There I saw many cute goats and wonderfully sustainable farming practices. Incidentally, a Farmstead is where the animals and milk come from the same place as the product produced (ie- cheese). Something to look for on packaging!
We then headed to my friend Paul's parent's place- Double Dog Farm. His parents are experimenting with growing grains. Wheat, millet, oats etc. Very beautiful! Have any of you ever been in the 2nd story of a barn with a full sized tepee set up on ONE SIDE of it??? There isn't even room here to go on about the food consumed at lunch. Simply amazing...
We then headed down the road to Blue House Farm and helped harvest garlic and participate in their solstice/CSA strawberry shortcake party. Nothing like sun kissed shoulders, kids, banjos and sweet strawberries mingling together on a summer afternoon.
Our final stop, Pie Ranch, was unfortunately cut a bit short. This farm produces products to make pies (eggs, wheat, fruit) in a practically perfect surrounding and hosts a free pot luck/barn dance every third Saturday. For solstice they had slaughtered a goat and made birria to add to the excitement of the season. I was most excited to finally get a chance to partake in these festivities. Unfortunately for many- there was a horrific 5 car/3 fatality accident directly in front of their entry on Hwy 1 right before we arrived. We were blessed to have missed most of the trauma, though there was plenty of commotion, tears and strife as we (and others) arrived for the party. We took a self guided walking tour of the place and made our way back to town. I hope to be back next month. Though- the 2 final farms on our tour were started by and are run by former apprentices so we will also visit again as part of our curriculum.

And then... Dirty and Fun... Jen turned 31!
I had the most monochromatically funly fantastic birthday. Thanks for your love and greetings from afar, I was blessed with a plethora close by as well. How fun are farmies? Thirty seven farmies didn't leak a word of their plan to all dress monochromatically for Jen's Birthday! My breakfast was hilarious as this theme was gradually presented to me. (stay tuned for pictures- they are on Adelaide's camera...) The day continued with Markos playing the accordion and all singing Happy Birthday during our DG walk, many hugs and well wishes, phone calls and chats, a massage from my friend Maggie and blueberry mint (coconut milk based) ice cream with ginger cake. HELLO SWEETNESS!!

Days and harvests continue (along with plenty of weeding...). This week we added fennel...
Just when you start to feel the rhythm, things change. Next week starts my 6 wk rotation in the field. Here come the long, long rows and the big tractor tires.
Stay tuned...

PS-Did you know that kale, broccoli, kohlrabi, brussel sprouts, cabbage, cauliflower, broccoli raab & collards are all of the genus species Brassica oleracea? Which means they are the exact same plant- selected over time for various different features (ie- flowers, leaves, swollen stems etc) and you can eat all parts of all plants. Hilariously interesting, no?

Ericacea

2008-06-13T23:13:00.007-06:00

The blueberries (and mullberries for that matter...) are bumpin'!

My fingers are stained, my belly is full, my heart is content.

The Farm at Low Tide...

2008-06-08T16:18:00.016-06:00

Harvest time has come!! This week began our first days of harvest on the farm for the CSA boxes and cart sales. Though the pickings were slim- I have to remind myself most of my family and friends are still dealing with snowy days and freezing nights. On the harvest table we had: broccoli, cauliflower, brassica greens, kale, chard, turnips, blueberries, raspberries, strawberries, mixed herbs, lettuce, flower bouquets and edible flower baskets. Not too shabby really.

The days continue with many new and foreign words and names trying to be crammed into my brain. I'm struggling with the genius/species of many different and unfamiliar flower varieties. So it goes.

I finished my last week in propagation and have been a stranger to the farm and garden and much of what is being planted out these past three weeks. However, I was able to take part in a dry farmed heirloom tomato planting out experiment in the field. Dry farming (essentially planting out starts very deeply without watering them the entire season and hoping for deep tap-root formation...) is something that is peaking my interest as a potential, exciting venture in the land of WYO. We are also experimenting with different types of fertigation... fish emulsion, nettle/comfrey compost tea and worm casting compost tea.... Stay tuned for results... PS- word on the street is that our dry farmed tomatoes are off the hook in a couple months... literally rotting on the ground as we can't keep up with them all (regardless of CSA, cart, feeding us farmies and canning and dehydrating like mad...) Not on my watch! COME VISIT!!

So amidst all the propagation, fertigation and harvest excitement there were some emotions running high (and low) this week. Yet to be determined if it was the heat, the low-tides and/or the culmination of intense schedule changes and extreme farm bonding over the last month and half, but I'm hoping crawling from tent to tent Friday night-during the annual Tent Crawl down Tent Row (and having a rockin' party in the Farm Center after) has turned those moods and lightened hearts. I do know it has left a large bruise on my right knee. And what we ALL know is... Farm camp is FUN!

On that note- I'm attaching way more pictures that one should on a blog, but also a link at left if you just can't get enough (as is obviously the case with me).

We well young chickens... It's JUNE! :)

Bees, Blueberries & Blisters

2008-05-31T10:10:00.007-06:00

Experiences beyond farming....

It has been another great week on the farm. The weeks are passing fast, yet so packed full it's weird when I bike out of the bubble and come into a world that sells blue organic corn chips, has curbside recycling and uses internet technology on a regular basis. Familiar things that seem odd and striking all of a sudden.

Though our days are full of farming (and specifically for me, propagation), soil lectures, farm chores and good food there are also other activities and workshops packed into an already overloaded day.

Thursday I joined a group of farmies as we got our hands sticky getting into some of our bee hives on the farm. It was exciting and amazing to pull out (surprisingly heavy) trays loaded with worker bees, brood, honey, worker and drone larva and wax. Actually quite cuddle looking creatures. More on that as the time goes on..

And the blueberries... they are in full harvest right now and let me tell you- there is NOTHING like a warm, plump blueberry right off the bush popped into a sweaty farm workers mouth. My past experience has taught me that organic blueberries are the size of frozen peas. Well it seems that done right they are easily the size of nickels and dimes!
I continue to find new gems amidst the obvious beauty on the farm. Tuesday I learned that a tree I've sat under a half dozen times is a Bing cherry tree. We climbed the branches to get at the ripe, juicy, red berries. Mulberry bushes are almost ready to drop. We have both purple and sweet white mulberries at our finger tips. I'm counting down the days until the bursting avocado trees are ripe and ready....

So the blisters... I actually don't have any, it just left a nice ring as I wrote the title. But what I DO have is some homemade salve we made Thursday night out of our own herbs and bees wax to prevent any blisters from forming and to help sooth my rough, dirty farm hands. Organic beeswax straight from our hives melted down with some homemade infused oils. It's amazingly simple really.

So- what else? I guess more on the food (because really- it's always about food, right?). The meals continue to be amazing. A couple nights ago the cooks splurged on outsourced goods. They bought some cheese, tomatoes and potatoes (common to some, but delicacies when you don't have them for a month or more...). Friday we were treated to an entire day of raw food. On the menu: raw granola, chia porridge, fresh berries and fruit, goji berry/walnut balls, persimmon smoothie & prickly pear juice for breakfast. Lunch: sushi with sunflower seed pate, sprouted lentils & mung beans, cabbage salad, flax seed crackers, locally harvested seaweed miso soup and dinner time gave us raw pizzas with salad and green goddess juice. The cooks really out did themselves for sure.

And as if I hadn't gardened in a while, I decided to join a group that volunteered this morning at the Homeless Garden Project in town. It's a project my friend Chrissi has been involved with in the past which helps support homeless/low income people with social justice issues while gardening and running a CSA. Fantastic program with beautiful gardens to boot. Not to mention I witnessed a guy catch a gopher with his bare hands to relocate him to the field across the street. Not the most common (dare I say effective) method of gopher management, but there you go for bleeding hearts Bill.
On that note- I think I'll call it a night and get some rest for another farm filled week.
Take good care- lots of love and many hugs.

Wind, Laughter & Peacocks

2008-05-26T21:16:00.008-06:00

My days continue. Filled with wonder, awe, dirt and laughter. So long they feel- that as I recall what I did on any given morning during the afternoon- I feel as if it was a full 3 days earlier and not merely a few hrs ago. It's amazing so much can be crammed into one 24 hr period (and believe me, many of those hrs are spent crashed out head in pillow).

What do those days contain? Well- this week it's been mostly talk of irrigation and propagation- mostly followed by a plethora of good food and loads of laughter. That's just the way we roll here at the farm.

The three week rotation I'm currently in is in prop with three fellow farmies. We're in charge of making sure the potting mixes get made, the seeds get sown and the babies get watered (think greenhouse and nursery). It's been a different pace for sure, but lots to learn and plenty to juggle. We also alternate watering duties over the weekends since the plants don't know it's a holiday- so I was on watering duty this weekend. Which gave me plenty of time to re-adjust my tent. ...But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Did I mention that tent site #37 in tent row happens to lie in the windy wind corridor? Well- rest assured, it does. I showed up for breakfast Thursday morning to the sad faces and condolences of my comrades, many expressing concern for my well being.. and oh, had I seen my tent yet? Apparently the evening before it forgot it was a tent and instead thought it was a parachute trying it's damnedest to launch into a flight pattern over the Monterrey Bay. My dear friend Maggie halted that action by throwing a wooden pallet over it, but not before it went through a simulated washing machine. Even with all the forewarning and concerned looks I received at breakfast- I was mislead as I headed out to tent row with a half hour before class to take care of whatever had happened the night before to my dear camo-tent. As I approached, it looked as if someone had nicely laid out their tent on the ground- getting ready to set it up. As I got closer it appeared as if a giant had stepped on and squashed my tent, and as I got even closer still I could see that it indeed had been thrown through the ringer- with poles in every direction, the bottom on the top all the stuff inside a jumbled mess. I just sat there laughing hysterically, got out my camera snapped off a photo and walked back to the farm center. Nothing to be done. Though I did manage to right my tent before the day was done- I was basically laughing the rest of the day. The only unfunny part of the day was hearing about the destruction of much land and many houses in the Santa Cruz mtns from the fire that is currently blazing near here. That night we could see the fire from the Farm Center porch. Makes you think- you're really lucky to merely have your tent blown apart and not have your house burnt to the ground (as happened to one of our Farm Center directors).

The following day my fellow propies pulled off a Fun Fancy Pants day. On my inspiration from my new favorite peacock pants we decided to have a Fun Pants day and not tell the rest of our cronies. It was an amazing showing at breakfast when multiple times you could hear, "Wow, everyone is wearing fun pants today..." not realizing that is was only 4 people. It could easily have started something... Oh I hope so!!

The day ended with Dancing Pants- as one of our farm managers' bluegrass band (the Rolling Cultivators) played for us at the Farm Center. How hilarious is it to watch so many people be introduced to bluegrass and contra dancing in the same night? VERY!

And today FINALLY Chrissi and Stephen are home from the Emerald Isle so that is a welcome sight!!

Well, I'm back at it early in the morning. I hope you all enjoyed your Memorial Day where ever you are.

Loads of love and may you all find your personal quota for hugs each and every day!

oh and ps- If you're ever presented with the notion that you can open a bottle of wine with a shoe don't doubt it. It CAN be done. Please inquire for more details...

The Life of a Day -Tom Hennen

2008-05-21T20:58:00.004-06:00

Like people or dogs, each day is unique and has its own personality quirks which can easily be seen if you look closely. But there are so few days as compared to people, not to mention dogs, that it would be surprising if a day were not a hundred times more interesting than most people. But usually they just pass, mostly unnoticed, unless they are wildly nice, like autumn ones full of red maple trees and hazy sunlight, or if they are grimly awful ones in a winter blizzard that kills the lost traveler and bunches of cattle. For some reason we like to see days pass, even though most of us claim we don't want to reach our last one for long time. We examine each day before us with barely a glance and say, no, this isn't the one I've been looking for, and wait in a bored sort of way for the next, when, we are convinced, our lives will start for real. Meanwhile, this day is going by perfectly well-adjusted, as some days are, with the right amounts of sunlight and shade, and a light breeze scented with a perfume made from the mixture of fallen apples, corn stubble, dry oak leaves, and the faint odor of last nights meandering skunk.

Where does the time go?

2008-05-17T11:20:00.009-06:00

How have four weeks at the farm already slipped by?

Our first rotation called Basic Block has ended and Monday will start our Rotation I in which I'll switch locations from the Up Garden to the Down (... a bit of garden speak for you). The weeks have been full. So have the sinuses. At the farm we share most everything- including the hacking cough and sinus congestion that has been going around. I caught the fever the beginning of last week- and fought it off with vigor (and loads of ginger, lemon, garlic & some Chinese herbs). Meanwhile I continued with some work and many lectures- specifically learning of mechanical tillage, the ever loving cover crop and the trials and joys of fruit trees. We've thinned, thinned and thinned some more. The descriptions of the tastes, flavors and textures of over 150 apple varieties at the farm lend their ear to discriptives of a wine tasting. Who would think past the 5 or 6 familiar varieties on the super market shelf? I can't wait to delight my taste buds come September. Peaches, pears, apricots, plums... the lists continue. Stone fruits, poms, thinning, pruning, leaf curl, dwarf trees, aphids, codling moth, M111, rootstock, scion, fruit baring capacity and alternate baring... Ask me anything! I can't promise I can regurgitate an answer just yet, but chances are the answer has filtered through my ears at some point in the past few weeks.

Sunday night I ventured with some fellow farmies out and about to Monterey to catch some Po'Girls live music. I never imagined the clarinet could look so sexy and sound so soothing. Nothing like a good venue, some tasty beer and sweet music to soothe the soul.

At the farm we rotate chores and duties. We also take turns with cooking responsibilities. Monday was my first day to cook- tag teaming with my friend Corey. I'm not sure which is more tiring, double digging beds in the UP garden or cooking all day for 40+ people. A day of cooking involves waking up before 5am, heating up the water at the farm center and getting breakfast out by 6:30am. Who would have thought a simple breakfast of oatmeal and tea could have been so challenging? I not only managed to burn the oatmeal once.. but twice!! (where is Sonya when you need her?) Nothing a bit of rice milk, spices and honey couldn't (mostly) mask. On the menu: homemade chai, (slightly burnt) oatmeal, strawberries with fresh mint, kiwis, and matzah brei. Despite the power going out around 9:37am and our progressively complicated menu, the day only got better and the meals more successful despite the rough start. Lunch time: Lentil salad, brown rice with mint, green salad & very popular squash bread. Cookie Fairy treats entailed raw seed balls (nice energy boost!) and as I returned from delivering cookies to the various sites I found the power back on!! By 4:20pm or so I was so tired and my feet so sore I would have easily cashed it in there... but dinner still had to get done and out by 6:30pm. Dinner: caramelized onion & fennel flat bread, chard/kale soup, rosemary croutons & quinoa salad. Delicious! I REALLY appreciate the cooks each and every day- especially since the heat is settling in.

Wednesday was another outing- as far as Seabright beach in SC- to do some birthday celebrating complete with a bonfire. So all the exhaustion doesn't necessarily come from back breaking garden labor.... but a fair amount does come from the fact that it's warmed up 20-30 degrees in the last week. I'm not complaining as this won't be the norm all summer, but so much sun and sweat does make farm work a bit more challenging. Though nothing a break of cool kiwis can't cure.

Thursday I was lucky enough to go get a bee swarm that had landed in town. Truly amazing to watch those bees marching into the hive as we set the box on the ground.

I boogied down to San Fran this weekend to meet up with my friend Rob and experience Bay2Breakers. Nothing like a little San Francisco fun. I've now had my fill of crazy druckin' debauchery and am ready to settle back into farm life for another week. Back to hands in the soil.

Until next time- I hope your days are happy, healthy and piled with loads of good food.

love and hugs all around-

ps- I've attached more links to my pictures. My only regret is that I can't take a picture of the lovely smells the citrus trees are throwing around and the incredibly sweet, soft roses. Hope you can come visit soon!

First Week at the Farm

2008-04-26T19:36:00.009-06:00

WOW!

Really- what more can I say?

I suppose I can give you some details and descriptives of that 'WOW' in question....

It has been an exciting week. A week jam packed with information, adventures, excitement, new faces turned familiar friends, dirt, sun, strawberries, wonderful meals, cool nights and basically much anticipation for what lies in wait for the next 6 months.

A week ago I was still slightly anxious thinking of what would be, who I would meet and what my days would consist of. A mere 7 days later, I feel solidly assured that I am in the right place at the right time. Groovin' with 40 other kids (of every age & genre you can imagine) from around the globe- the one common thread linking us all together... pure and simple: garden geeks! I am in heaven!

I walk across the farm on my way to the Farm Center with a grin plastered across my face. The views from my tent, rolling fields of fertile soil awaiting the seeds that will soon be sown, leading to views of the ocean that I constantly forget exists only minutes from where I walk. I can make out small sails gliding across the bay after the fog has lifted. Can this really be my home for the next 6 months? My thoughts go to the many friends who would love to experience this and be here at this very moment. I myself feel jealous of the experience I am currently experiencing. I only hope that I remember to pay attention and absorb every moment of every day and don't lose that magical feeling that surrounds me. May these things not become second nature, normal or mundane.

So- that being said... I've been sharpening tools, cutting rows of bell beans, oats and vetch used as cover crops- preparing the soil for planting. I've been creating compost piles, shoveling manure, digging in dirt, prepping for our upcoming plant sale, learning my way around the farm and UC campus. I've been sharing meals and stories with fellow apprentices, catching charlas on bee keeping and have been thinking about how wonderfully intertwined our ecosystem is and how everything really IS connected.

My days consist of usually getting up around 6:15am and biking up to the farm in time for breakfast. We have to be at our work sites by 8am and finish the day with dinner around 6:30pm at the farm. I then bike back home, usually arriving between 8-9pm. Long days and tired muscles, but a very, very happy heart.

I will attach pictures as I have them and write when I can. There quite possibly will be too many to take in, but check out what you can. And by all mean, consider coming to visit this amazing place.

Sunny California

2008-04-14T09:29:00.009-06:00

I've been on the road for the last few weeks. I left Jackson a week ago after much inner tribulation wondering if all my STUFF would fit in the back of my car. With the help of Betsy & Christina the magic wand was waved and I could even see out the back! Amazing...

I decided to head to California via Helena, MT, Boise ID and Napa Valley, CA (...naturally). I had a great time visiting friends and seeing kids and learning of babies coming etc. So- I counted... since landing in the states some odd- March 26th ago- I've spent 10 out of 14 days with kids/babies. Thus it seems natural I ended my trip sipping wine with Keller in the Napa/Sonoma area of "my new home state". We visited a few wineries, did some tastings and ate plenty of good food before I dropped her in Santa Rosa Seattle-bound and cruised my way south over the Golden Gate Bridge sun shining and boats sailing and continued down the 1 to finally... finally... end up on Locust St. with Stephen and Chrissi. What a joy it is to be able to unload the car and actually unpack the clothes I'm going to wear.

I've got a week to kick around and explore this town before my program starts on April 21st. I'm planning on keeping this site updated as much as possible, but if I end up being MIA for the next 6 mths or so please forgive me and know that my head is in the books and my hands are digging deep into that fertile California soil.

Hugs all around,

jen

ps- **UPDATE** to the previous post... those pretty pink ladies ended up WINNING their division. GO TEAM!

Pretty in Pink at the PPP

2008-04-06T20:57:00.008-06:00

I had a few great days back in the hole. I was lucky enough to see the sun for a minute, and amidst the chaos of chillin' with good friends and Packing uP too much STUFF was even able to be roPed into ParticiPating in the nordic leg of the annual PPP or Pole, Peddle, Paddle race. For those of you unfamiliar, it's a ski, bike and boat race at the end of the winter season. It's always a toss uP if the sun will be shining and the snow will be gone, or if the snow will be flying and the boaters will come in covered in ice. This year it was the latter. The Pretty Pink Ladies ended up making the most of it and had a great time none the less. Pictured at left are Nordic Flame shooter Jen Jacobsen, Speed Biker Elise Cheney and Paddle Pusher Betsy Moyer. Lisa Wyatts helped us with the downhill leg but decided to stay and enjoy the snow on the sloPes. We thank her kindly for getting us off to a great start. We'd also like to thank our sPonsors Prevacid for the Pretty Pink stomach that helped Push us along and to the Bunnery for their waterProof O.S.M. bread bag that quite Possibly saved Betsy's hands (and thus her life) in that cold, cold river. All in all it was a day to remember... fun times, fun times.

The next day I hit the road to Helena, MT to experience the other side of cowboy country (and because it's on the way to California... right??). I am spending a few days with my dear friend Liv and her family. I feel like I'm finally relaxing a bit.

The journey westward continues... stay tuned..

Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson

2008-04-03T07:48:00.006-06:00

Greetings from Jackson.
I arrived back in the hood on Tuesday and have been kept very busy- scrambling to see friends, hang out, eat out, grab beers, shop at the Browse, see speakers etc. The usual stuff that takes place in this town. I've seen the sun shine down from the bright blue sky, only minutes later to be caught in the blowing, blustery snow fall. You know- it's Jackson!

Last night I was lucky enough to be able to see Greg Mortenson speak about his book Three Cups of Tea and his work in Afghanistan. I know many of you reading this are familiar with his book and his mission, but I have to use a bit of my blog space to promote his ideals anyway. He is truly promoting peace throughout the world the best and most successful way possible. For the past 15 years he's been working in Central Asia building schools, mostly for girls, to help get to the root of the problem that in the US we call "The War on Terror". For those of you who don't know- if a boy wants to join the Jihad, Islam requires that he gets his mother's permission or blessing before he's allowed to join. If women are educated they rarely give their consent for their children to join in an effort of violence and war that doesn't support their religious values. In the year 2000 there were some 800,000 kids going to school in Afghanistan. Now there are over 5 million. With education these kids can learn to think for themselves, support themselves and through a natural cycle bring an end to extremist violence in that area. It sounds a lot more sustainable than investing in guns, bombs and fear.
In any case- I won't stay on the soapbox for too long. But the bottom line is that the book is amazing and very inspirational. It's one of the only books that has been on the NY Times bestseller list with very little promotion or funding. It's been promoted through friends, book clubs, church groups etc. And incidentally (or not) the US military intelligence has bought and handed out books to their troops so they could better understand the area and what is actually going on. Says something eh?
Check out the link on my website and even donate a few bucks. You'll be doing a lot more to help make this world a little safer than by locking your door at night and tuning into FOX news.

When we educate a boy, we educate an individual,

When we educate a girl, we educate a community.

African Proverb

Home Again... Home Again...

2008-03-29T21:05:00.004-06:00

It seemed fitting, my last few days in NZ were a bit rainy- just like how the whole adventure started. Though it didn't seem to put a damper on my days. After sailing in Pahia I headed south to Whangarei (remember... that WH sounds like F to us) and stayed in a remote hostel very close to a series of caves in the area. As excited as I was to do a bit of exploring in the caves, it didn't happen. Due to the rain, it wasn't highly recommended and I thought it best that I live through my last few days to be able to catch the 12 hr flight home, rather than forever be stuck inside a wet, mucky cave on the other side of the world. Instead, I opted to walk down to a Kauri tree forest and over to the local waterfall. I wasn't at all disappointed. The Kauri trees are huge, towering trees often used for lumber and furniture. It's really a shame as they are so magnificent and live well beyond our lifespan. Luckily there are a few areas that protect them, and though I wasn't able to make it over to see the really big guys... I was dutifully impressed by the ones I saw. With the help of the rainy, misty day and the walkways through the jungle type forest... it was a magical feeling walking under those immense trees.

I then followed the trail along to the Whangarei Falls (proclaimed to be the most photographed falls in NZ). Since it was such a bright spot on the tourist trail, I wasn't expecting the awe inspiring feeling I felt standing under this waterfall. They were definitely the most magical falls I've ever seen, and as my approach was from the trail (vs the car park up above) I came upon the lush tropical oasis from more of a non-touristy angle. I half expected an elf to pop out from behind the rush of water.

The next day I was lucky enough to catch a ride back to the Auckland airport with some Swiss kids (one of them bearing such a striking resemblance to my dear friend Hans that I felt like I saw him as well). And really- nothing beats an overnight 12 hour flight in coach across the globe so... (actually there are quite a few things that I can think of, but I'm trying to be positive here..)

Though there truly is nothing like seeing the bright smiling faces of your sister-in-law and nephews greeting you on the other end. So it was all worth it.

I spent a couple days in SLC with my brother and his family and now I'm back in good 'ol Lan-diego kickin' it with the rents for a few days before my travels head westward. Next stop... Jacks-angelezz...

R. Tucker Thompson

2008-03-23T23:00:00.002-06:00

I've been in Pahia in the Northland- right in the heart of the Bay of Islands- for the past 2 days. Not enough time to do it all, so I opted for a sailing cruise today and landed on a good one. A girl at the hostel gave me the heads up to the R. Tucker Thompson which was a breath of fresh air away from all the other bright glowing tour cruises around here. This ship does day tours in the summer for tourists to raise money for the trips they take students on in the winter. Week long trips with kids ages 13-18, often from troubled homes, so the tourist season supports this effort. Just where I want to spend my money. It's a magical ship, something along the lines of the Black Pearl if you will (though a big smaller- 85 ft in length). I was lucky enough to have a Mauri bloke on as crew that did look a lot like Capt. Jack Sparrow himself. He could just monkey right up the ropes to fix the sails up top. I was able to climb the ropes as well (harnessed on of course). The top got a bit shaky, but once I was perched up on the beams the view was pristine. I could have stayed up there all day. That is if they hadn't anchored and took us to shore for a view of the whole Bay of Islands. Before lunch they let us swing off the ropes for a swim in the water. The Tucker has even been sailing along the western shores of the states! A practically perfect day- I only wish my dad could have been there. Would have LOVED it!
Well, there's only a few more days to enjoy these couple islands before they load me on a jet plane.
Til the next one... enjoy your days! And see (some of) you soon!
lovejen

Eden Park, Mate. Home of Rugby.

2008-03-23T14:12:00.003-06:00

This one goes out to you Big Al!

I was lucky enough to make it to a Blues vs. Storms game on Saturday in Auckland. My friend Oliver got the heads up a week or so ago from a Kiwi family he was staying with and I said... "Sign me up!" The Blues are a NZ team (I'm not sure of what league) and the Storms are from South Africa. We cruised up from Taupo that day and after getting our hostel and a bus to the stadium, showed up with minutes to spare til kickoff. The line for tickets was outrageous and we weren't sure where we would end up, but we chose the opposite side everyone from NZ was headed for and ended up with 2nd row seats. It was supposed to be a good game and it was. It was tied 14 14 with a minute left and in the last bit the Blues kicked a something or other and ended up winning 17 14. So... fun times. Nothing like catching seats for the national sport!

Jumping out of Planes

2008-03-19T23:49:00.008-06:00

Yep- this is me!
I'm in Taupo (center-ish of the North Island).

I took the plunge today and went sky diving with my friend Oliver. Something I've always wanted to do (since I saw Point Break the first time- LOVED that movie... did I really just admit that?) and the only disappointing thing about it was that it was over way too quickly. I did the 15,000 ft. jump (highest legal jump supposedly). The views were spectacular as well as the air rushing over your face and up your nose and the sensation that your ears were about to burst. From that elevation you could see the east and west coasts of the north island as well as the volcanoes I climbed around yesterday and of course Lake Taupo which I was over. I splurged and had the photos taken so you could all enjoy the scenery as well- because really... it's only something you do once, right?

Other than the first thing out of my mouth when I landed was... "I want to do that again!" So I may have to repeat... someday...

My tandem partner (the one in the yellow suit) is Freddy Hofmayer from Germany. He's completed over 10,000 jumps and has 6 or so World Records of which he was a bit modest about, so I'll have to check into that. But as you can see... a FUN guy!

Not sure if it was the adrenaline or just a fun time, but Oliver and I were in fits of laughter on the way back to the hostel. He was more a bag of nerves than I was and said as he saw me "whoosh" out of the plane and was just gone he almost lost it. Thus his exit photo out of the plane was simply priceless!

I have loads of photos as well as a rockin' dvd some of you might be lucky enough to see. All in all- a fun time in the sky.
The next few things on my agenda aren't nearly as wild and reckless, but should be just as fun. So stay tuned.
Over and out-
jennyj

Tongariro Crossing (aka... day-o-hiking)

2008-03-18T21:29:00.005-06:00

So I'm in Turangi which is located in the middle-ish of the North Island right at the heart of where 3 or 4 Volcanoes converge. I ferried over to Wellington (the capital of this fine nation) Monday morning and spent the day there. It wasn't my favorite spot, but I saw a few sites (as well as overloaded Irish pubs... the bloody Irish are everywhere..) and then headed north Tuesday morning. It was a 5 hr bus ride and on the "lunch break" stop who should I see getting off my bus but my German friend Oliver who I met at Hopewell. We'd been hoping to meet up in this area, but his plans at the time were for a few days earlier so I figured I had missed him. In anycase, it was great catching up- and we plan to kick around for the next few days... though we're currently in different towns (go figure). I'm heading over to Taupo where he's at tomorrow.
So, I'm in Turangi and just finished a 18km hike through the Tongariro Crossing right through the heart of the volcano mess I mentioned earlier. Mt Ngauruhoe (which I skirted the base of) or Mount Doom for those of you Lord of the Rings fans out there, is still slightly active and spurting steam. Starting out at 6am gave me a slight advantage against the hords of other trekkers out there and the whole place is quite Lord of the Rings-esque and feels quite magical (thank god I watched those films before I left so I could have a few semi-intelligent conversations about that!). The way down had some hot springs and steam pockets of sorts and reminded me a bit of Yellowstone. Though the vegetation around volcanic activity contains such amazing colors and textures- it was quite an exotic environment I thought. In any case- here's (again) hoping I can walk tomorrow.
Speaking of walking- what is up with people walking around this country barefoot? It seems quite common to see people here and there in stores etc, just kicking around without any shoes on. Even happened on the plane over here. Curious thing really.
On another note: I think I've mastered the drugged out English rocker hairstyle I'm such a fan of. I do think the secret is washing your hair at night, going to bed with it slightly damp and never combing it really. Comes out quite nice. (You know what I'm talking about KT... don't you!)
Well, I'm actually rather tired and out of it from the days adventures. Just wanted to jot a few lines before too much time went by.
Here's hoping your St. Paddy's day was everything you'd hoped for and more.
Cheers!
lovejen

Farewell Spit

2008-03-14T21:10:00.004-06:00

It seems that the majority of my mailing list responded to my plea for information on the election. Good on ya! It was interesting and slightly entertaining to get so many takes on what is happening politically speaking in the homeland.
You know it's funny. I've have similar conversations in my travels and they tend to go something like this... "Where are you from?" "The US." "What part?" (slight hesitation on my part...) "Um, Wyoming." "Oh, that's in the mid-west huh?" "Well, kind of. We consider it the west, the mountain west.". "Oh." "Don't worry, a lot of people in the States don't know where it is either."
A few variations have ended in... "Oh yeah, Wyoming! Like Brokeback Mountain!" "Yeah, kind of- though it was filmed in Canada..."
Well, last night I was proceeding through the standard conversation when I was startled by... "Oh Wyoming- the latest state to reject Hillary."
So- this is a heartfelt thanks to all my loyal readers... Thanks for bringing me up to speed on that one, so I could come up with a semi-intelligent response! Whatever puts Wyoming on the map, eh?

Well, life finds me at the northern most part of the south island (the NW corner if you will). I'm in Collingwood, very near the Farewell Spit for those of you who know. I opted to forgo petting the tamed eels today and instead borrowed a bike from my hostel to bike out to the spit and Wharariki Beach (Maori pronunciation 'Farariki'). The guide books were spot on when they called this "a most fantastic beach". Indeed it was quite worth the 63 km round trip ride on the bike. (Here's to hoping I can walk tomorrow! ..Though I won't have too much time to walk with the 5 hr bus trip I have booked- phewf!) It was my first chance I've had to drive on the left hand side of the road. Biking or driving a car, you've got to keep your head in the game. Especially when it comes to the plethora of bridges there are to cross. Seems that NZ doesn't much want to splurge on 2-lane bridges. Make sure to note which side is required to yield (or as they say here: give way).
It's a 20 min walk after the parking lot through sheep pasture. I planned my trip to hit the beach at low tide. You come out on rolling dunes that lead out to an amazing strip of perfect beach and huge rocks and rock walls, as well as caves along the edges. At low tide you can walk out to a pool of small seals and stand only feet from them swimming and splashing and quite enjoying themselves really. Very pristine.
I also stopped on the way back to check out the spit (which you can't really go out on w/o being in an organized dune buggy tour) from the visitor center. It is host to a huge bird migratory path that stretches up through Asia, Siberia and Alaska. Amazing really.
Back I hopped on the bike into a lovely headwind for the 23 km bike back into town. I think I will deserve every beer and mussel I plan to have for dinner tonight!

Ok, more food for thought:
So- it was a funny encounter I had yesterday. I stopped into a small art gallery I stumbled upon and had a nice chat with the English bloke running the place. We talked for quite a while and the topic of accents and language came up. He thought I was fairly easy to understand etc etc and certain people from the states aren't... and then mentioned that certain things we say in the states are so funny. I was curious for an example (lord knows I come up w/ plenty of them here..) So he said he ordered breakfast once in the states and when they brought him his eggs he said "Thank you." To which the waitress replied, "You're welcome." He thought that was the funniest thing... and as I got to thinking about it... it is. Where are we welcome to? The grace of thanks? Quite odd indeed. I asked him what reply he would expect and he simply said, "That's all right."
Another great thing everyone says here is, "Righty-oh." In response to sealing a deal or agreeing upon something. Oh the vast world of English!

OK! On that note, I'll let you get back to your day. Tomorrow I start the journey back north. Stay tuned...

Nelson

2008-03-08T19:14:00.005-07:00

Greetings...
I've resurfaced from the sounds. I had a relaxing and entertaining time at Hopewell and met a lot of fun people. It was time to move on to other things though- as I don't have much to spare, so I traveled out to Nelson on Thursday with some German's in their van (doesn't seem to be a shortage of those over here... German's... or vans). They dropped me off in the heart of Nelson and I found Susie Lees who I'd set up to WWOOF with. She works at a woman's fiber cooperative in town once a week and as you can imagine I was in heaven. Lots of knitting and felted fiber works... From wool, as well as llama and alpaca and opossum... did you know that opossum is the only other creature that has fur like the polar bear- which has a hollow core, thus being very warm? Well, supposedly it does, and since opossums were introduced to NZ from Australia and are considered a pest... well, it makes great warm fiber wears. (just a side note)
I headed out to the farm later that day with Susie just in time to help milk the goats with Amory (another WWOOFER who has been there for a bit). They are great, plus there is a baby goat named chalky bounding and kicking all over the place. So cute! Susie and her partner Kev make (and sell on the side) goat cheese as well. I haven't yet been involved in that full on process, but I plan to. They do feta, ricotta as well as some hard cheeses, and even have a blue in the works... 2 months so far. Simply fascinating! I think it's the perfect place for me.
Friday we all worked hard (there are also 2 other German wwoofers there.. surprise!) harvesting and prepping the veggies for the Sat market. I went in with Susie before sunrise (beautiful!) and helped her set up her stall. Then I was on my own for a bit to check out the market. Again- it was heaven for me!
Later that morning her friend Betty Rae showed up (a woman I'd met at the fabric coop) and I have been with her the last few days learning how to felt. She has a few llama's and alpaca's of her own and makes all these great things. So they've swapped wwoofers for a night and here I am. I will head back to the farm tomorrow afternoon. The bag I've been working on I've named Rufus after the alpaca who so generously shared his fur with me. I'd attach more photos, but these computers take so dang long to download them.
Betty is a character who left her 35 yr bad marriage a few years ago, bought a bus and spent 3 years traveling the south island on it. She has finally settled down and bought a house in town (due to her daughter's encouraging) and now has animals and a craft room. She also takes in boarders who are studying English at the school in town. There is a Swiss girl with her now. Yesterday the 3 of us wandered into town to watch the annual Trolley Derby. Basically they block off the street with the biggest hill and kids of all ages build go-cars and race them down the street. It was a hoot! There was a dj (so I got to witness the cars whizzing by to a soundtrack of Eye of the Tiger (go LVHS!!) and free popsicles for everyone! Hilarious to see what kids come up with!
The last few days here have been FINE indeed (that incidentally is the way they describe a "good weather forecast". ie- it will be rainy in the morning with strong south easterlies, turning fine in the afternoon.
On that note- I think I'll wrap it up for today. I plan to head elsewhere around Friday or Saturday, so stay tuned.
Take it easy kids,
lovejen

Hopewell

2008-02-29T19:53:00.005-07:00

So- I've settled down for a bit. Kind of fell into my lap really. I had booked one night at Hopewell Eco-lodge (which was way to short I knew going in, but they didn't have any more nights open) which is in the Marlborough Sounds (on the north shore of the south island). I arrived in hopes of snagging a few more nights and got offered a job for a week. I re-rearranged things with the WWOOFing situation I had planned on for THIS week (on the farm) and will head there NEXT week instead.
Hopewell (http://www.hopewell.co.nz/) is an amazing place which I'm recommending that you get booked NOW into your travel plans as they fill up quickly. They have won best backpacker in all of NZ for years on end now and I do know why....
I've been enjoying hiking, kayaking, eating huge green mussels, collecting and cooking my own oysters, sitting in the spa pool (hot tub for most of you chaps), lounging, reading, eating, knitting... and surely more to come. The couple who runs this show is great- and they even know people in Gardner MT (who I'm sure know friends of mine)- oh how small the world is indeed.
The work entails cleaning and prepping the rooms, but isn't half bad for free room and food and some chill out time. The kitchen here is amazing... all stainless steel, huge and bright.
The area in itself has a NW feel (in fact it is raining as I write this... but it's only my 2nd day of rain on my trip- so not bad as far as slashes go).
This computer is dial up, so I won't be downloading any pics just yet, but they have been taken- so stay tuned.
Friday I will head to Nelson area to start on the farm and then will have to squeak in a bit of the tourist track before I have to fly out.
I pale in comparison to most people I meet who are "only in NZ for 6-7 months"...
Until next time... don't forget to laugh a little.
besos--

Christchurch to Kaikoura

2008-02-24T21:57:00.009-07:00

Yes Folks... This is me!! This is just to prove that it hasn't been all latte's and internet cafes thus far...

So the flight down to Christchurch worked out, met a new friend I might hook up with later in the game if the timing works out. As luck would have it there was a major cricket tournament going on the day I arrived (no wonder it was so hard booking a place) and I think the majority of the fans were celebrating in the bar below my hostel. As tired as I was, I snuggled in and drifted off the drones, screams and pounding bass of both the winners and the losers.
The next day I took a nice hike up under the gondola (think Snow King) and over the other side of the hill into a small town called Lyttleton- who happened to be having a street fair that day. Complete with good eats, games, stilts and refreshing gelato. (I guess Italy is never to far from anywhere..)

Can I just tell you- the buses are fantastic. How does a country figure out how to be environmentally sound, have relaxed laidback drivers who don't mind explaining what the hell is going on to a lost tourist AND still manage to be prompt as all get out? Well, it happens here. I made it to Kaikoura last night and tested out my surfer legs this afternoon. I did get up a few times (kind of... ) and instructor Dave assures me once I hit the sandy bottoms of California I'll be set! He also tells me in the winter season one can hit the ski hill in the morning and the waves in the afternoon. I'll have to get that report out to a few boarders I know...
It truly is amazingly beautiful here. And I'm not even in those "amazingly beautiful areas" yet. WOW!

I've realized that a lot of the blog time is going to be a running commentary of the on-goings and workings of my inner dialogue. I apologize and congratulate you for sticking this out (is anyone is still here?).
Just some thoughts I've had along the way:
- oh yeah, the elevator is called a LIFT.. you weren't just telling me to go to the LEFT!
- Yes Katie.. the untrimmed, mohawk/mullet/tail hairstyle DOES seem to be very popular here.
- And how cute is a 2 yo speaking to her daddy with a kiwi accent? Doesn't get much better.

So- yes, to answer your questions.. So far I am getting along with myself just fine. Not too much strife & we pretty much have the same ideas of what we'd like to do. Though the trip is still young; I'll keep you posted on any further developments.
This is a fantastically easy country to get along in. Quite possibly the easiest place I've ever traveled.
So- on that note: I'm officially recommending that you all go book your tickets...
Til next time...
Cheerio!

Just some thoughts..

2008-02-22T20:37:00.003-07:00

So- in just over 24 hrs from stepping off the plane, I've been asked twice for directions (and gave an accurate reply.. I'm pretty sure) and been mistaken for a German at least once. (Well, it's better than getting a punch in the face for being an American!)
So, it's been raining buckets today and hence it's allowed plenty of time to roam the streets and check out the museums. In doing so, I begin to wonder... if you're in a country that drives on the left side of the street and you're walking towards on-coming pedestrians, do you walk to the right or to the left? Food for thought... I still haven't figured this one out yet. If you have some insight, please let me know.
On other notes: They have some really great intersections that allow you not only to walk across the street crosswise, but diagonally as well- pure people crossing in every which way. LOVE IT!
So, I've been madly posting blogs (which I'm sure is pleasing some) but I'm off to catch my flight in a bit to Christchurch and hopefully get this holiday rolling. Not sure how much more socked in internet time will be available.
Until next time...
Keep on rockin'

Thoughts... Good ones.

2008-02-22T12:43:00.002-07:00

Oh- and if any of you out there have a spare minute in your day, please send good thoughts to Sarasota, Fl. Not only so that all the locals get their parking spot at the beach as Spring Break season approaches, but also so my cute as a button 92 yo Gma's hip heals in good time.
She fell and broke it the other day and had it pinned together the day I flew out. I spoke with her before I got on my plane- and as usual she was in good spirits. I'm sure she's wondering why she can't order a glass of white wine with an ice cube in it off the hospital menu. In any case, here's hoping for a speedy recovery!
Love you grams!

Greetings from the Future...

2008-02-21T15:43:00.006-07:00

Well- I made it! I arrived to Auckland, NZ this morning (Friday- 22nd of February)- tomorrow for most of you reading this. I was a little skeptical leaving SF last night. Not only was it a Full Lunar eclipse at 7:01pm (one minute after my departure time), but I had also heard word of the US military's plan to shoot down the falling satellite that was to hit earth. Supposedly they had a 10 second window to shoot it down in "the area west of Hawaii" around 10pm. From my approximate calculations I was to be in that area around that time. I thought at best I'd see loads of flying satellite debris falling in front of a lunar eclipse backdrop- at worst... I'd be PART of that shrapnel. Alas... nothing so exciting happened.
How does one pass the time on a 12+ hr flight across the Pacific?? Well- it's not as bad as it originally seems. There is something about the flight attendants all having cute kiwi accents that makes one forget about the cramped coach seat they are sitting in- and sends their mind adrift to a tranquil spa- or something of that nature. Though the guy in front of you slamming his seat into the reclined position jolts you quickly back to your current situation. There are fine meals as well as endless choices of movies, music and TV programs to keep you occupied (when you aren't bobbing your head to the inevitable airline sleeping sensation, of course). All in all- it was doable.
So- I found myself an overloaded hostel, of which I'm probably 8+ yrs older than most of the people staying here- and quite a minority as far has my nationality goes, but should work for one night.
I will hopefully hop over to an island tomorrow, before I catch a quick flight to Christchurch tomorrow evening- to begin my journey back northward.
Until next time...
Take care of yourselves... and if anyone wants to let me know how Feb. 21st was, I'd be delighted to hear. I've missed out on that day this year, but as my little brother says-- it's a leap year, so it should all even out in the end. Let's hope so!

And She's Off....

2008-02-16T18:58:00.005-07:00

So I've hit the road.
I made it to Lander today- after a fun filled/ stressful week of everything one must do to ultimately smash all worldly possessions into a Subaru wagon.
There is still a bit of organizing and most likely floundering to be done in the next few days, but one BIG chunk of this process is behind me.
I want to send my love and sincere gratitude to all my friends and helpers in Jackson who kept me focused (and slightly intoxicated) this week- and shoved me out the door with so many hugs and kisses that it will be hard not to return someday.
You will all be carried with me in my heart... wherever this winding road takes me.
And on that note...
LET THE JOURNEY BEGIN!!

The Slight Freak Out is Happening...

2008-02-10T09:41:00.000-07:00

As my days are filled with: getting one more ski in, finishing up knitting projects, researching farms to stay at and places to go in NZ, meeting friends for dinners, parties, coffees and chats... oh yeah, packing up my room and loading up everything to head to Lander, finishing up my work commitments... as more keep coming, packing up my desk/office and squeezing in one more cocktail with my coworkers...
... the panic is starting to fill my head and heart- but only slightly. I'm still taking it (surprisingly) one day at a time, one moment as they come. In a week- one chapter will close and another will begin, but I still feel very connected to this book of life I'm leading and I'm never dreaming of permanently closing any doors. There are no (solid) plans to come back to Jackson, but the feeling is there. Opportunities present themselves. We will just have to see what lies in wait.
Until then... a new adventure is on the cusp of beginning and I'm ready (well, mostly...) to dive in... full bore.
Saturday I will drive to Lander, for a quick turnaround to spend a few days in SLC with the crew. Feb. 20th I fly out (time warp style) to the other side of the world- landing in Auckland, NZ ... 14 hours (or.. 2 days???) later ... on the 22nd.
So- please continue to stay tuned.

Count Down

2008-01-29T15:50:00.000-07:00

13 days of work left... but who's counting?
Stay tuned for more exciting posts in the near future!