Saturday, December 20, 2008

Red and Green

Today's Statement:
I think I'm going to do a red-and-green theme for Christmas.

Thanks, Mr. Snowplow Driver

While I was out video recording the beautiful snowfall last night (at 2 in the morning--yeah, I know), I pointed out something that bugs the hell outta me. Here it is:

(In the video, you hear me state, "...then waking up next morning only to have your
car get stuck in the driveway because it (the snow) is all back there again!..." That actually happened, people. Now, about a week or so ago, the temperature rose above 40 degrees, so a good amount of the snow melted. It has snowed so much lately, that there is another foot--to say the least!--on top of the snow that melted and froze again when the temperature dropped to nearly below zero!)

And their drivers. They. Drive. Me. Insane!
Ya think they could be more considerate! Actually, I bet they get their kicks pushing several feet of snow into people's driveways. More specifically, I think they look for driveways that appear to have been shoveled, not snow-blown. They probably already have those houses memorized from either earlier snowfalls this year or just past knowledge--that's what
sucks about living in a small town. Everybody knows ya, so you really don't have any secrets. Now, here's today:

(When I say 'neck', I really mean 'chin'. That's how high that snow pile was. And again, I stop the vid too soon and cut myself off. Duh!)

That last video of the snow pile was of the sidewalk of the house kitty-corner to our own. It was probably about, I don't know, maybe a foot and a half of snow? Ours is a good five feet plus! We shoveled nearly a foot of heavy snow yesterday just to have an added three and a half feet of hard-packed give-me-a-hernia snow that had been pushed/piled back into the bottom of our driveway. Pisses me off to no end. And while my brother and I are heavin' and hoin', there are people everywhere, flaunting their shiny--probably friggen brand new--snow blowers, smiling inwardly as they push it along their 10-foot long sidewalk and very small, flat driveway. Grr... Sooooooo frustrating...

Thanks ever so much, Mr. Snowplow. Have a nice Christmas...

The Most Beautiful Snowfall

So far this winter, in the past three weeks, we've gotten nearly thirty inches of snow. Thirty! Last night it was snowing, again. Before I went to bed, I decided to see if the snow had stopped. Knowing I was only going to be out for a few seconds, I went outside barefoot. I nearly gasped--and not because of the snow. It was so serene, so absolutely beautiful; the snow was falling with a slight angle, coming down rather fast but yet it was absolutely still. There may have been a slight wind, maybe one or two mph, but I didn't feel it. I also didn't feel how cold my feet were getting into I stepped inside and yeeeeeeeeow!
What did I do? I dashed inside, put socks and my boots on, threw on some extra shirts and a sweatshirt, grabbed my camera, and headed outside. I took a picture, then looking at it, realized pictures wouldn't do the scene justice. (I was thinking of putting a few on here, but they are butt ugly and completely ruin the scene.) I tried a few more times, determined, before thinking, "Duh, I'll just record it!" This is the outcome. (You'll hear me talking in some of it.)

I don't know why there's a dotted blueish purple line going through the middle of my camera screen from the lamp, and I didn't want to mention it in case it didn't actually record it, but it did. Bummer. Yeah, I know the streetlamp itself is pretty ordinary and somewhat ugly, but what I was really talking about was the orange glow of the light itself. The actual recording captured the scene better than the photos did, but still not good enough for me. I really need a damn good camera/camcorder that can get really great footage of things in the dark, as well as capture the true colors of the environment--something this camera will do at times, but usually won't or can't.

In the second vid, I tried to capture the angle of the snow and the serenity of the moment. I probably should've shut up more, but in the third one I barely talk. Here I tried to show the amount of snow falling even in the darkness, but again, didn't work out quite the way I wanted it to. And yes, I really did this at 2 in the morning! Actually, it was the perfect time because there weren't any cars zooming around or kids yelling--it was complete silence (except for my voice, my footsteps, and the hum of the streetlamp.) But, standing out there a while, I began to feel the cold, especially in my fingers.

In the third--and last--vid, I just tried to get the snow without any sound, but you could still hear my breathing, the snow crunching under my feet, and the fingers moving around trying to get a better grip. "Looks like static, doesn't it? It's snow!"
In a way, the snow coming down kind of made me feel like I was flying through space at warp-speed. You know, in Star Trek when they're trying to get away from someone or something they hit that button and all of a sudden the stars' small dot of light becomes a streak and you shoot forward at hyper-speed? Or maybe swimming through a stream with a lot of bubbles being pushed by a current. Hmm...

A little footnote, here: Remember how I said we've gotten over 30 inches of snow so far? Well, add what we got last night, another 4 inches, AND what we're getting right now. Yeah, right now. I just looked out the window to see it snowing like fricken' crazy and another 2-3 inches of accumulation on my car. Damn it.

Runaway Horses!

Yes, this entry is actually about runaway horses.
This experience is actually fairly old (in days, that is); it happened at the beginning of December during our first snow. I was running a little late for classes and, lo and behold, a few miles out of town there were at least 7 cars backed up. I saw flashing lights ahead and though, "Uh oh, who went into the ditch this time?" With a glance, and to my surprise, I saw several people running on the highway--one who slipped on the ice and tumbled into the ditch. When I did my double take, I saw this. (I knew nobody would believe me, so I took pictures.)

It was then I got to thinkin', "How the hell did the horses get out?" And it's not like one horse said, "Hey! I'ma gonna jump over this slightly broken fence and make a run for it." No, I counted at least four horses on the run. Four! I think some idiot left the gate open.
I would've been mad if it hadn't been so comical. Seriously, there were so many guys chasing these horses who, probably moments before had been pulling a Braveheart, thinking Freeeeeeeeeeeeedom!--with an Scottish accent, of course--before being sighted and herded back to their pens.

See the little pinprick of a guy to the far right in the picture? Yeah, that's the copper. Mr. Cop over there got a little sidetracked and, instead of directing traffic, stuck around to watch the little horsies get herded back to where they belong.
Not somethin' ya see everyday, so I don't blame him.

Friday, December 19, 2008

HELP NEEDED: Blog Error = Major Frustration

Okay, this is really starting to piss me off.
My blog title, and any references to my blog title, are being changed due to some annoying error.
Instead of looking like this: "Space & Time Aligned" it now looks like this: "Space & amp; Time Aligned". I'm pretty close to pulling my hair out in frustration. So for now, I'm changing my title to be "Space and Time Aligned". I would really like to change it back the way it used to be.
Can somebody help me with this? Any help at all would be appreciated!!!

I Feel Free

I feel free like the wind that is spawned from a supercell. I feel ecstatic like desert flowers that bloom after a torrential downpour. I feel weightless like a cloud soaring through the sky.
I feel strong like a living glacier, carving its way through a mountain valley. And I feel... I feel like the sun, blazing with light, holding the Universe in place with my gravitational pull.
I feel free...

Snow is swirling all around me--snowflakes dancing as they fall.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

10 Rules on How to Live Life to the Fullest

1. Whenever your favorite move-your-body song comes on, dance and sing along, no matter where you are! (Like in a blizzard, with your window rolled down and the radio blaring!)
2. Laugh and giggle when something amuses you, no matter how silent others demand you to be.
3. Continue to be your weird self even when others are looking at you warily.
4. Create your own path instead of always following others.
5. Always be open to new ideas, even when they're not open to you!
6. When someone asks your age, don't be afraid to tell them. Hey, you've gone through a lot of shit to get to the age of 53--be proud of it!
7. When someone bumps into you and snarls "Excuse you!", smile serenely and reply, "Hey, nice to see you again! Maybe we can get together for lunch sometime!" Wave and walk away, leaving the person's open mouth and perplexed expression behind you.
8. One day, instead of going to work or school, play hooky and take that small road trip that you've been wanting to take for such a long time. Memories of adventurous excursions will last forever.
9. When someone tells you you're wrong, realize that the only thing that' s "wrong" at that moment is someone telling you you're wrong!
10. Just once, dance in a thunderous downpour and feel the rain wash the past away. Start your life all over!

Sense of Place

"Sense of Place"
What does this really mean? To have a sense of place. By definition, your "sense of place" is the place where you connect with nature, with a certain landscape. For most, it's where they grew up, or frequently went to on vacation. It could also be where their family lives. For example, you live in Wisconsin but the rest of your family lives in Oregon. So for you, your sense of place is Oregon, not Wisconsin.
For me, it's an entirely different matter. Though I've lived in Wisconsin for the past 17 years, I feel no connection to this state, or its landscape. Sure, Door County is beautiful--a very picturesque place. The Apostle Islands are stunning, somewhere I would love to go again--but I don't feel a connection to them at all. There are many places I would love to visit again, such as Spain, Morocco, the Eastern U.S.--but again, I don't feel an attachment to any of those beautiful places.
My connection, my sense of place, is the state where I was born: Colorado. I've only visited it a few times since my birth, once with my mother, including my brother & family friends, and the others with my father & brother. The Rocky Mountains, the landscape, just takes my breath away. I feel a sense of belonging there that I have never felt anywhere else.
And... in a way... in a way I feel like I'm losing myself, little by little, every day I'm stuck here in this rancid state, instead of the place I belong. Yet, one day in the near future, I won't be stuck in this smelly state anymore--I will be where I belong.
I will be in Colorado, living within the borders of the most beautiful mountain range in the world.

I will be

Thursday, December 11, 2008

No More Depressive Blabbering

You know what I just realized? This blog is getting depressing. Why do I only write on here when I'm down--at least lately? Well, that's gonna stop today! No more depressing entries all the time.
I'm gonna talk about something happy.
What? I'm thinking, here!
Hold on, it's coming...
Mm, no...
Hmph... Any ideas?

*grins widely*
Okay, I'll stop screwing with your head!
But, seriously, it's time for some happy talk--well, maybe not happy, but not dismal either. So, from now on, if you see a relentless amount of entries being desolate, I give you the right to kick me in the blog! *wink, wink*

Monday, December 8, 2008

Nightmare or Just a Disturbing Dream?

Last night I probably had not only one of the weirdest, but probably the most disturbing dreams I've ever endured. Like many other dreams, only the end of them are vivid--most of the beginning lost in my subconscious. I have to say this: In most of my dreams, I'm watching myself from a different position. The only logical explanation I can come up with is that I'm having Outer-Body experiences. I never knew it was possible to have those in a dream-state! I don't know, maybe there's a different reason for it, but for the moment, I lack the knowledge. If I could, I would draw a picture to help you follow along, but words will have to do.
My dream begins with a boy about the age of 12 (me!) stumbling along an autumn riverbank--which looks more like a small gorge containing a trickling stream--tall brown and yellow grasses crackling under my feet. The width of the stream is about 2 feet wide, the vertical riverbanks about a foot high. (In my dream, I'm following from about 5 feet away, looking up at myself. From the angle, that meant that I was wading--but what felt more like floating--through the water.)
To get back on track, I'm stumbling along the edge of the stream, frequently glancing over my shoulder, as if I'm being chased by someone or something. I get far enough away--probably about a mile or so--where I finally feel safe enough to stop. By now, the once small stream/river (whatever you want to call it) has widened from 2 feet to about 16 feet. The water was still an eerie black, as it had been since the beginning, and could've been 40 feet deep for all I knew--it was too dark to tell any kind of depth.
I sat down to rest before heading back and looped my arms around my legs, peering across the glassy surface of the slow moving water. Every once in a while, a small ripple would shatter the stillness and not in an "Oh, it's just the wind that's causing it," way but more in the way of, "Something is in the lake, displacing the water within its depths." (Hint, hint)
The next scene in my dream, I'm going along the same riverbank, the exact same path as before. Only this time, though, I'm with quite a few more boys, all dressed in some kind of uniform, like Boy Scout clothing. And this time, it's no longer autumn but winter, and we trek through several inches of snow to get to the same destination I had been before. The snow was beautiful and the air very cold. Again, we stopped at the same area--nearly the same spot--and looked around. I'm not sure why we we're even there. I do remember, though--very vividly--what happened next. One of the other boys dared me to step out onto the ice that extended about 4 feet or so from the bank. When I said no, one of them gave me a slight shoulder-shove causing me to slip and fall onto the ice. With the momentum, I slid to the farthest extension of the ice, which was, of course, too thin to support my weight; the ice beneath me shattered and I slipped into the freezing liquid. I completely submerged before coming up, gasping for air. I felt something gently bump the right side of my back, a few inches below my shoulder. Shocked, I scrambled back up onto the ice. I glanced over my shoulder and what I saw made me shove myself violently away from the ice's edge so that my back and arms touched the snow-covered bank. I supported my body with hands that slipped on the slick ice, my legs twisted underneath me.
For an indeterminable amount of time, there was absolute silence as everyone stared, stunned, at the sight before us.
There, in the murky water, floated a man's body. What had bumped me, was the man's shoulder. When I had looked to see what had touched me, the body was still a few inches below the surface, but was rising rapidly. By the time my back hit the bank, the man was bobbing in the water; parts of the back side of his body were above the water's surface. The fact that I can even tell you what color shirt he was wearing is extremely disturbing to me. (It was a reddish brown, or the color of rust.)
What's even more disturbing to me, is the fact that when I woke up, I didn't think much of the dream. I just thought, "Hmm... weird..." before getting up and getting ready for school. I don't know if it was because I was just waking from my slumber and I wasn't entirely conscious yet (though I felt more awake than I usually do in the mornings) or what, but it wasn't until tonight when I relayed my dream to my brother and mom, that the dream unnerved me. More like completely freaked me out. I could feel shivers going down my spine, and my stomach twisting uncomfortably every time I thought of it.
I'm not sure what this dream means, and I'm not sure I want to know. Would you?

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Welcome to the World

Today's Statement:
Welcome to the World, beautiful Zoe Jane, daughter of Mark and Karissa.
You will be treasured and loved.

A Loving Introduction of my first 3rd cousin:
Zoe Jane: Born October 11th, 2008

Friday, November 28, 2008

I Don't Care WHAT You Think!

I have been anxious about what I write on this blog. Should I write what I see, what I feel, and what I think when people I know might see them and think differently of me?
And you know what I just realized? I don't care.
These entries are about me, about my feelings, my emotions, my beliefs, and my experiences. Because these other people are not me they cannot argue and criticize what I write, and they cannot dispute it. Until they live my life, exprience the things I've experienced, and until they feel the things I feel, then they (and this could very well be YOU!) have no right to belittle what I write.
So you know what?
I. Don't. Care.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Finally Free

Today's Statement:
To be free of pain is worth the agony of being missed; to continue living in pain for the ones we love is the selfishness of them.

You did not die, for you live on within us.

In Loving Memory of my Uncle Phil.
Rest in Peace: You will be greatly missed by all.
Day of Ascension: November 23rd, 2008

Thursday, November 20, 2008

The Repression of the Sickness Within

There's so much I want to say, and so little time to say it in. Isn't time weird? So, where do I start? Where would anyone start?
I'll begin my story with the last time I saw my dad--a few days ago. I don't know if I've wrote this on here before, but I want nothing more to do with him. He's messed with my life and me enough. Why'd I go to his house for dinner, then? Two words: my brother. I'm doing it for him. Our family is going through a lot right now, and I don't know how much more he can take, so instead of getting into the same old arguments about how I should "change my attitude" about our dad, I went over to his house. I did that, instead of enduring this:
"You haven't endured a tenth of the shit I have from our father, Brian. He's an asshole to the ninth degree! I don't want to see him, hear him, or talk to him! So why would I go over there for dinner? I mean, really, Brian!"
"Okay! Whatever, Sara! Get OVER it already! He may be an asshole, but he's still our DAD! Grow up!"
'Grow up!' Really? Hmm...
How do I grow up when at the age of ten I became more mature than my father? He's stuck at the age of two while I continue to excel in maturity and in my life.
You're rolling your eyes and asking, "Okay, we get it, but what's the point? Where are you going with this?"
Hmm... now that I think of it, I'm not really sure that I have a point. More like a need to get this out of my head. Is that a good enough reason? To get rid of the twisted sickness he's left inside my decaying skull? I digress.
Oh, and another reason I don't want to see him, hear him, or talk to him--I will not be sucked back in by his manipulative games. Never, ever again. I've wasted 18 years being controlled by him. And the last 2 years, I've been sucked into his games again... and again... and again. Well, I've had it--I'm done.
I've pretty much told him this--that I want nothing more to do with him. So what does he do? Pretty much invites us over for dinner ALL the time. Why? He's trying to butter me up, get me into his life again. All out of other flowery remarks, he tells me "I knew you would blossom when you went to college!"
"Aw, what a loving observation!" you're crooning.
Yeah, maybe... not! Even if he did mean it, how the hell am I s'posed to trust that he really, and I mean really, meant what he said? How can I tell? He's said so many hurtful things: "You have a black heart, a dead heart, Sara!" and he's done so many painful things: "I said, you are going to wear this! No?" Smack! Actually, it wasn't a smack; it was a slam--he lifted and threw me against a rack because I didn't want the cheapest, ugliest pair of pants ever to be donated to Goodwill.
So, you tell me... does he really mean what he said, or is he just playing another game?

Tuesday, October 14, 2008


Today's Statement:
This world has no idea how lonely I am--how alone I feel ALL the time.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Isolated and Alone

October 11th
10 P.M.

I put up a good front. But inside? Inside I feel dead. Or cold. Or emotionless. Or completely and utterly alone. Discouraging, eh? Right now, though, I feel truly alone—completely alone. Like someone dropped me off in the middle of a crowded city and nobody there will acknowledge my presence—like I'm just not there. They move around quickly, and blurrily while I'm left standing, looking at myself with complete clarity.
Today, tonight, I feel as if I'm just a waste of space. Like the song, “Gotta Be Somebody” by Nickleback: “And everyone wants to feel like someone cares.” Right now I don't. I take that back. They do—they just don't care enough.
I feel a heaviness in my chest right now. In my mind, I'm seeing myself standing on a table, my fists hitting my chest, then thrusting them into the air, my voice screaming, “I just want to be loved; I just want somebody to care—to just be there,” while tears of anguish stream down my cheeks. As I'm doing this, I can see everyone's detached eyes watching me. I drop to my knees, gasping because I can't seem to get enough air in my lungs.
“Why do you feel like this, Sara?” you ask. I feel this way—and I know at first you're going to be like, “Oh, my GOD, get a grip! It's not a big deal!”—but it is, it is. I feel this way because nobody will play a game with me.
“What an over-exaggeration,” you're thinking with disgust. You're entitled to your opinion—but I can't change the way I feel. Please, please let me explain. At times like this, I feel like I don't have a family—that my parents died the day I was born, and I don't have any siblings.
I just... I just feel like nobody can stop for one moment and say, “Oh, of course I feel like spending time with my sister—my family—instead of going out with my friends yet again,” or “Of course, honey, I'll play a board game with you! It doesn't matter that we don't have more than two people; it will be fun because I'm playing it with YOU!” but no, that hasn't happened yet, and I doubt it ever will. Is that really too much to ask? I grew up with almost no friends. All I’ve ever had is my family—and sometimes not even that! So, I’ll say it again: Is it too much to ask for my family to care enough about me to spend some time with me?

I'm standing in the middle of a room, screaming at the top of my lungs for someone to just look at me, to just say that they care—but everyone is just walking by me with distant expressions...


Today's Statement:
Life hurts so much; so why do we keep going, keep moving, when there's no more reason for our existence?

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Danger Will Robinson

Today's Statement:
If it's not dangerous, it's not fun!

Okay, this doesn't mean do stupid shit like riding a skateboard into a brick wall. But, skydiving, rock-climbing--those are acceptable.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

The World Is In Our Hands

"The World is in Our hands,"
Or so I've been told.
And it's scary to think
What the hell this means,
For everybody I know
Does what we're told!

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Concerning Day 3

Sorry people, as a brief period of stupidity, I accidentally deleted Day 3 of my Apostle Island journal entry. It is now in the works to be redone--which will be a massive operation. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Apostle Islands: Pics of Note

Day 2: Morning Fog Over Lake Siskiwit

Day 2: Best Apparel

Day 2: Waterfall Wonders

Day 3: Beached Kayaks

Day 3: Dunking Log

Day 3: Close-ups

Day 3: Sunset

Day 4: Sunrise

Day 4: Water Dunes

Day 4: Cliffs

Day 5: Last Sunrise

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Apostle Islands, Day 1

July 20th
12:52 P.M.
We left at 20 to 8 this morning. We drove for over two hours before our 1st stop, Bonduel. Munchies: $4.49. I fell asleep and woke up about 9:55; I was out for an hour at most. Later on we stopped in Minocqua--twice. Once at a bread shop--which I didn't even take off my seatbelt and get out, let alone enter the store--and then at McDonald's. I ordered Chicken Strips and fries equaling $4.74. Expensive? I think so!
While we had stopped, I called my brother, Brian, for help on resizing my pictures. I set it on M1, superfine texture. Now I have room for nearly 500 pictures at a pretty good quality and size. A good amount unless I decide to take video.
We're about 2/3 of the way there now--maybe farther. It should be a couple more hours. Write again, then.

2 P.M.
We stopped for gas at a Mobil gas station. I went inside to go to the bathroom and boy, they had a lot of cool stuff: gems, food, cigarettes, gems, necklaces, pendants, gems, and shoes, oddly enough. Now we're driving through Ashland--lots of construction going on here.

Construction in Ashland.

I just saw a chipmunk go galloping by--must've been checking out our food that's cooking. I killed a massive spider in my tent that looked ready to spawn thousands of replicas. Glad I squished it when I did. I hate spiders!
We arrived at our Campsite on Siskiwit Lake Road, and then Siskiwit Shores. We met up with Shawn, Jess, who's 5 months pregnant, and Mark--our guides. We were appointed tents and tent-mates before beginning our wet-exits and kayaking lessons.
After many screw-ups and running back and forth several times, I was finally ready to go in the kayak and do an underwater exit. Albeit in an excessively tight life-vest (I was the last one ready)--which had to be switched for bigger size--and in an awkward spray skirt.

Spray skirts are on the left, life vests on the right.

I completed two wet-exits without difficulty and a nose full of of muddy water--TWICE! Ugh.
Drying was a pain--again I had to elicit the help of others to get my shirt and shoes which were completely across the campsite. I must've left my brain at home.
The food got started--a promised Cajun dinner which turned out to be spaghetti! Un problemo? Si!
Soon we're going to make smore's and hot cocoa. Now? I'm going to go and lay in the hammock.

Hammock, sweet hammock!!!

Apostle Islands, Day 2

July 21st
Early morning
I woke up to a few voices chattering and had decided to sleep a little more since barely anyone was up. I awoke a little later to a racket of voices and quickly got dressed. At first I thought I was the last one up--how embarrassing!--but realized two boys, Mike J. and Joe, were sleeping still. I didn't feel so bad, then. I had blueberry pancakes for breakfast then washed and dried dishes. Time to go.

11:04 A.M.
After breakfast we changed into our water gear and did some dry land lessons. If you hold your double-sided paddle in a straight vertical line, it means "raft up"; if you hold it vertical, but wave it from side to side, that means "help" because someone flipped over and is in trouble; and last but not least, if you hold your paddle horizontal, it means "stop".
Then we went into the water and did some more lessons. Most were the basics: How to turn around; how to paddle forward and how to back-paddle; and something called "scuttle" in which we put the flat-side of the paddle, perpendicular to our arms,
in the water, one shaft-clutching fist against our forehead. Then we had to pull the paddle toward us, and about a foot away from the kayak, twist the paddle and smoothly slide it out of the water. This would be done to shorten the distance between kayaks so that we could "raft" up.
I shared a double kayak--which turned out to be annoying at best, and maddening at worst. If I'm ever in a double again, I'm going in the rear seat. For one, I know I'd be better at steering; two, the more weight at the stern, the better--my partner must've weighed 100 lbs, at the most; and three, I'm sick of being told what to do. To top it all off, I flipped the kayak over and got Kathy and I soaked--I mean completely soaked--and I had to put up with her complaining.
Just perfect! I didn't mind at all getting soaked, but she obviously did. It's just a little bit of water. Chill!
I'm not one of those people who has a BIG problem with authority; it's not that I was told what to do, but how I was told. She acted like she knew everything, and people that act like her drive me...completely...insane! It took me at least ten minutes to dry off and wipe up the mess I made in the tent.
Time for lunch. After lunch we'll have to pack our things so they'll fit in the kayaks, as well as prepare the tents for rain.
Today's choice:

Peanut butter with strawberry or grape jelly,
you could sprinkle dried and sweetened fruit on
wrapping in a tortilla. Or you could have hard salami
with cheddar and swiss cheese, also wrapped in a tortilla.

This is Hummus--some kind of
paste made up of chickpeas, olive oil,
lemon juice, salt and garlic.

1:19 P.M.
Finished packing and we're on our way to Meyer's Beach. We stopped in Cornucopia. "Wisconsin's Northernmost Post Office." I went inside Ehler's Store to buy lip balm with sunscreen in it--reluctantly and only because I was told my lips would be toast by tonight. What a waste of $3.83! Along with the lip balm, I bought a postcard that said, "Welcome to Cornucopia!" and had three woman in 50's swimsuits sitting on top of the sign. There was also a lot of great apparel there; I had to take pictures!

Need I put a caption?

Yes, flaunt the town's abundance of people.
Your city is an intersection!!

Now, that's one hat I would love to have!
I'm always Up Shit's Creek.

No wonder they're still in business!

Time to kayak.

Again, need I put a caption?

Wait a minute. Let's take a closer look at that.

Hmm... Yeah... I feel a lot better
camping in the woods now!

5:43 P.M.
After misplacing and forgetting several items--too many items, one which would later include a $300 jacket that was donated to the group--and warily eyeing some nasty thunderheads, we set off for the sea caves, a 6-mile journey (there and back, that is).
Shawn, one of our guides was with me in the two-seater--a much better experience than with Kathy. I tell you, I kept my eyes on those clouds! My seat was very uncomfortable to say the least but the view was amazing! The caves were mind-blowing. We--Shawn and I, that is--
went through a cave, which, actually, was more like an arch, that was so small we had to lean back against the kayak. The arch was so narrow that our wide-sided kayak was scratched slightly by the rough sandstone that made up the cliff-ways, caves, and arches.
Another cave was so massive and long that we could see where the two surface points connected; we nearly could go all the way! Imagine an M, but horizontally, with you entering the V part. All the way in, you could look up and see trees and roots hanging down. Amazing!
In yet another massive cave (arch), we saw baby birds in the crevices, screeching as soon as the Mama bird came in sight, bringing food with her.
Meanwhile, Shawn is singing:

She thinks my kayak's sexy
It really turns her on
She's always starin' at me
When I paddle in a thong!

Really cracked the group up. You should've heard him singing it. It was great!
Anyways, by the time we headed back, the 3 anvil heads had amassed to form one 20-mile long storm which looked like it was heading in our direction, sideways-like. By now the waves were getting pretty big, and with no trouble at all, we were surfing them! A thick fog was rolling in, threatening to swallow our destination. But... we made it in just the nick of time. Quite an accomplishment, I must say.
The blistex was for nothing; I didn't even use it! $4 down the drain. Again, I forgot a lot of things. A $300 spray skirt jacket and my wet shoes on the ground while loading up, my lip balm, hat, Nalgene water bottles, and munchies in the car. I actually had to borrow one of Shawn's water bottles. How embarrassing! I felt completely incompetent by the end of that trip.

We got back and filed out of the cars; I put away what I didn't need for the hike to the "Lost Falls" which turned out to be one small waterfall from a nearby creek. Hardly worth the 4-mile hike, as well as the price of a new hat! You might've guessed it--I lost it. That's the last time I'll ever tie something to my camera strap. Stupid, yet not unusual for me, this trip, it seems. I would've gone back to look for it, had I felt that I had dropped it in the last 100 yards or so. I doubted it; it was probably lying on the ground, halfway to the "Lost Falls". Hah! Lost for a reason!!! But, that's just my opinion. When photographed though, I must admit, it did make a pretty picture.

The Sun breaking through the trees
on the way to the "Lost Falls."

A side view of the waterfall.

A frontal view. The best
view, in my opinion.

Back at camp, my back and left foot hurt like hell. Every time I step, pain shoots through my foot, past my ankle, and up my calf. The back pain, I get; the foot pain, not so much. It feels as thought I dropped a cinder block on it and fractured it. I dread kayaking tomorrow.
We had a "Cajun" dinner which was splashed across a clothed table; it consisted of boiled baby potatoes, baby onions, shrimp, gross red sausage, and
garlic--which I regrettably ate. Oh, and chunks of corn on the cob. Not the best meal yet, and certainly what I wouldn't call a Cajun dinner. It wasn't spiced in ANY way. Barely ate any of it.

There it is. Our "Cajun" Dinner.

I'm in a bad mood, as you can tell. It may be the pain, dinner, or my imbalance--probably a mixture of them all. It could also be that out of all the money I've spent, I could've used for bills. Since I'm not having the time of my life, it seems I've wasted $250-$300, if not more! Makes me feel like shit, but, oh, well. That would make anyone pissed off. I'm off to an unpleasant sleep!
Write more tomorrow.

Apostle Islands, Day 4

July 23rd
6:30 A.M.
Mark just died a dramatic death--choking on sausage. I wonder if I'll get the signal. Loons just floated by on the lake. This morning I woke up due to a bright light in my face; I looked outside to see the sun half out of the lake. I had to take a picture.

Sunrise at 5:30 A.M.

Hah, Mark just stated how hard it's going to be to choose a person to be the "Garbage Barge" since everybody has helped out during the trip.

7:20 A.M.
Joe and then Bruce died a dramatic death. Joe fell off a log into the water and "drowned", while Bruce tripped and "broke" his neck.
A few minutes later...
Mike J. just died his horrible death--death from excessive diarrhea. He ran out of the out house with sand and water covering the back of his jeans, and collapsed on the ground. The best death yet!

There he is. Too bad I didn't
get a picture of him before
Mark wiped the sand off.
Rest in peace!

Few more minutes later...
Jessica died a yoga death. She was on her hands and the tips of her toes, flipped over and died.
We're getting ready to go look at the sea caves (4-mile round paddle) and this time I'm bringing my camera. Afterwards, we're coming back for lunch, and then... then maybe a 6-mile round journey to York Island.

Well, the 1st half of the trip went well; I found several milky quartz and white sand glass before we left. The caves and the view was amazing! One was so small that I had to lean back as far as I could go, and still I had to push against the sandstone to push the kayak deeper into the water and my nose still got scraped!
Afterwards, we tossed rubber chickens and sponges around--which was fun. But, on our way back, before we went through the caves, my glasses broke. They can't be fixed; I need to buy new ones. They need a new frame and cannot be taped. My good mood is now over. I'm not going to York Island. What's the point when you can't see anything in detail? I'm not going to lessen the experience here by glaring and staring at something I can't see clearly. I'll just stay here and relax--I need it. Oh, by the way, Martha--Mike's wife--died by choking. On what? I don't know.

1:30 P.M.
I just got back from walking the beach after lunch which--for me--consisted of dried and sweetened fruit. After my sparse lunch, I went down on the beach and sang the "girls'" song with Heidi, Jess, Martha, Brooke, Kathy, and Jessica. When we were done with that, I walked the beach--actually in the water, across the sand dunes--looking for rocks, minerals/crystals, and sand glass. I found some beautiful milky quartz minerals with either red or blue cracks or streaks in them. They were beautiful. Did I say that already?
Oh, I also found some granite as well--they had really cool facets on them!
When I came back, Heidi and Jessica were doing yoga. Heidi taught me a few positions and stretches that really helped my lower back. Later I came up to hear Mark telling stories of past "students".
They're heading out on their kayaks, now; just pushing offshore as I'm writing this. Finally on their way to York Island Bay. I wish I felt up to it--emotionally and physically. But I'm sure I couldn't make the trip; the waves and wind were against them.
Quick note: When I was listening to Mark, a bald eagle flew overhead. I could see only it's shadow, but several other people exclaimed it to be so. This makes me wonder...
I haven't written my song yet. Did I mention that earlier? I don't remember. Anyways, each of us has to write a song about the Apostle Islands and kayaking. It should be fun and done by the time they get back, but it probably won't be.
Quick note: Last night I saw at least six deer, but I didn't see any come into the camp later that night. I did see, however, a beautiful sunrise--one I'll never forget, that's for sure.

Dinner tonight is Mexican night. Yeah, I know; Mexican was last night as well.
I heard Shawn died a great death on York Island. He went to wash his hands in the water, stumbled and fell. With his face and arms flailing in the water, he drowned. Would've been cool to see, but I'm glad I didn't go; I heard the journey was rough and exhausting--I would have had no energy left for tomorrow. They were gone for nearly 5 hours.
While they were gone, Martha and Jess blew up a pirate doll and put it behind the toilet in the outhouse.
I started the fire just as everyone got back from the trip to York Island. Sadly, my hard work turned out to be a pitiful fire, even thought there was plenty of wood, it went out--burned through--rather quickly. I thought I had it going pretty good before I went to take pictures of Mark and Shawn barrel-rolling their kayaks. Mark tried to attempt a barrel-roll with Mike J. laying over kayak's bow--he didn't quite make a complete roll, but almost! Later on, Shawn and Mark were trying to teach Joe attempt a roll as well. I went back then to check on my fire and lo and behold! It was a smoky pile of ash with a few embers. What the hell... I thought.

The attempt.
See the black shirt and arm
hanging on the side? That's Mike.

The result!

Almost there!

Almost--but not quite.

Shawn's second barrel-roll.
This time it was successful.

Shawn and Mark teaching
Joe how to barrel-roll.

I just went to the hammock to sit in a mildly quiet area so I could focus on writing. When I sat, the hammock popped me up in the air, flipped under my feet and I slammed into the ground flat on my back. I laid there, eyes closed for a moment. There was a brief silence, then shouts of, "Sara?" "Hey, you all right?" "What happened?
What happened? I missed it!?"
Before I had even finished writing
my death, Mike S. twisted and fell to the ground, his chest bulging then decompressing, before suddenly, a rubber chicken flew from under his shirt, and apparently out his chest. A great impersonation of the move Alien. The best death yet!
Again, while we were eating another bald eagle flew overhead. I guess there are dragonflies all over the lake shore; I wouldn't know, I can't see.
Mark locked Jared in the outhouse. Heidi ran to his aid calling, "Honey!" It was so cute. She let him out, and in turn he almost locked
her in until she told him he'd be "sleeping by the fire tonight" if he did. Someone by the campfire shouted, "If you lock her in and leave her there, you won't have to sleep by the fire!" Cracks me up!

I'm in my tent, ready for sleep. It was fun to hear all the songs that everyone wrote. I really liked Heidi and Jared's song, as well as Bruce and Kerry's song, but needless to say, I liked Shawn's the most.
Waves are crashing violently against the shoreline. The guides say we have to leave very early because a storm is coming in later about noon-ish.
Quick note: I took a picture of a squirrel running around by the trash bag tonight. It was a pretty small little bugger, it's tail twitching sporadically.

I'm going to try to get another sunrise on my camera, but Mother Earth may choose to block my attempt with clouds--and the coming thunderstorm.
I still hear people yakking around the campfire. Shut up! I need my sleep! I'm actually falling asleep as I write this, so goodnight, and see you tomorrow.

P.S.: Sunrise the next morning at 6 A.M. My last sunrise over Lake Superior.

Clouds moved in quickly
after the first two pictures.