Solo Flight
I survived my potentially foolish solo trip to Mark & Enid Boss's in John Day, OR. I suppose it is well I didn't check the weather before beginning on Tuesday - if I had known it was going to snow near Sisters I might not have attempted it. All was well that ended well, though my stomach turned to a knot while considering the snow at hand and the snow that I thought might be in the future (I thought I was more adventurous than that!). My worry diminished as I shakily sang "Sing noel, sing noel, noel, no-el-l-l" along with the St. Olaf choir.
Tuesday evening my friend Vanessa and I went down to the Gambler Veterinary Clinic — I know the new vet from vet school. While there I got to see part of a cesarean section on a cow - the first I have observed.
Wednesday morning V and I went to a sheep ranch and observed a sheep C-section. Yes, I am a vet student and things like that interest me. The sheep was too small and the lamb was a single - hence the required surgery.
That evening we sang a song at prayer meeting - something sad and nostalgic about the passing moments of our lives, the children that are now, etc. I think the main idea was that we have this moment to live and love and should make the most of it. If I can find the lyrics I'll post them.
Thursday: 5.5 hours in the Baker City Oregon Trail Interpretive Center; consisted of meeting the Clackamas County representative Mac Sumner (he initiated a short conversation upon seeing my home town on the guest registry); reading Oregon Trail info; watching three documentaries (about the Trail, the Gold Rush, the Lewis & Clark expedition) and one presentation (about fur trappers). One of the speakers on the Gold Rush video spoke of the freedom of anonymity as experienced by the men who left the East and went to CA. It seems like when one is "anonymous" and absent from their authorities their true colors show through. One will know better the true quality of a youth once he has been on his own for a time.
More snow that afternoon, but thankfully not enought to snow me in.
I drove home Friday, taking Hwy 19 up through Fossil, Spray, etc. I amused myself with "A Tale of Two Cities" tapes and appreciated again Dicken's dry sense of humor, fabulous literary style with fabulous figures of speach - the blue flies, the lunch of rust, Jeremy Cruncher's spiky hair, the sheer stupidity of living like the French king (four men to serve him his chocolate!), the absolute lack of regard for the humanity of the paupers, the sheer inhumanity of the marquis - especially if we think with C.S. Lewis that one is not perfectly human unless they are seeking after God or have their focus on him and his attributes.
Past Comdon I viewed farm land atop hills — seemed like so many bald men with hair tufts encircling their heads.
A stretch on hwy. 84, a stint down 205 and 99E. Home at last!
Tuesday evening my friend Vanessa and I went down to the Gambler Veterinary Clinic — I know the new vet from vet school. While there I got to see part of a cesarean section on a cow - the first I have observed.
Wednesday morning V and I went to a sheep ranch and observed a sheep C-section. Yes, I am a vet student and things like that interest me. The sheep was too small and the lamb was a single - hence the required surgery.
That evening we sang a song at prayer meeting - something sad and nostalgic about the passing moments of our lives, the children that are now, etc. I think the main idea was that we have this moment to live and love and should make the most of it. If I can find the lyrics I'll post them.
Thursday: 5.5 hours in the Baker City Oregon Trail Interpretive Center; consisted of meeting the Clackamas County representative Mac Sumner (he initiated a short conversation upon seeing my home town on the guest registry); reading Oregon Trail info; watching three documentaries (about the Trail, the Gold Rush, the Lewis & Clark expedition) and one presentation (about fur trappers). One of the speakers on the Gold Rush video spoke of the freedom of anonymity as experienced by the men who left the East and went to CA. It seems like when one is "anonymous" and absent from their authorities their true colors show through. One will know better the true quality of a youth once he has been on his own for a time.
More snow that afternoon, but thankfully not enought to snow me in.
I drove home Friday, taking Hwy 19 up through Fossil, Spray, etc. I amused myself with "A Tale of Two Cities" tapes and appreciated again Dicken's dry sense of humor, fabulous literary style with fabulous figures of speach - the blue flies, the lunch of rust, Jeremy Cruncher's spiky hair, the sheer stupidity of living like the French king (four men to serve him his chocolate!), the absolute lack of regard for the humanity of the paupers, the sheer inhumanity of the marquis - especially if we think with C.S. Lewis that one is not perfectly human unless they are seeking after God or have their focus on him and his attributes.
Past Comdon I viewed farm land atop hills — seemed like so many bald men with hair tufts encircling their heads.
A stretch on hwy. 84, a stint down 205 and 99E. Home at last!
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