Stormy Adventure

Adventure has been a part of my life since I can remember. My father had an adventurous job with the State Fish and Game. And he was a very adventurous man. He included his family on his many hairy, scary, wild, and exhilarating adventures as often as he could. Summers spent in mountains, camping weeks on end, riding horses, canoeing on lakes, rafting the rivers, hiking, fishing, hunting, participating in war games, counting deer, chasing ufo's and poachers. That does not include all the other times adventuring at home and around our neck of the woods. All six of us kids and mom had the rare privilege of experiencing a very adventurous life! 

I am about to tell you, in my dad's own words (from his journal), about a very STORMY ADVENTURE that includes me!

It was the year 1965. While reading the newspaper an advertisement caught my eye. "Little Buckaroo Rodeo". I thought that sounds like a prime idea and perhaps we could engage them to come to Carbon County. I got a hold of Mr. Bernice Hunsaker of Tremonton, Utah and after some negotiating around he agreed to bring his outfit to Price and help us support the Ward budget. I had the responsibility of getting the rodeo grounds, advertisement and signing the riders on. A Shetland pony is a small animal, but a large one as viewed by most of our riders--6-9 year old. Boy! When those ponies came out of the chute, nostrils flaring, eyes a bulging and doing their best to dislodge the little culprit astride--those kids knew they were in for the ride of their life.

At the start of the show Bernice would have a pony catching contest, where the small children in the crowd would chase down the colt of their choice. There would be 15-20 colts turned loose in a small arena and the children turned loose to chase after them. Carol (that's me!) entered the contest and was the first to lasso and catch her pony. She was broken hearted when she brought the pony to the gate and found out she didn't get to keep it--they only had the privilege of chasing it around the arena and making a capture. Big tears flowed down her cheeks--not unnoticed by Bernice.

That night when the show was over he told Carol to take her pick of Ponies and wouldn't you know it she picked a little Palomino stud colt. I was sure grateful to Mr. Hunsaker since Carol felt so bad--she was only about seven. It didn't take us long to find out he was a small piece of dynamite and very temperamental. She immediately named him "Stormy". We loaded "Stormy"  into a full sized horse trailer and headed for home.

On our arrival at the house--Stormy was gone. He must have jumped out of the horse trailer somewhere along the way. Carol got her heart broke again--twice in one night. The imagination can conjure up all kinds of things about the location and condition of the colt. I must have been going a good clip when he managed to clear the trailer bed. It was a pitch black night, but we started to back track. We finally located the little feller about half way between the rodeo grounds and the house and examination of the little critter didn't reveal any more than some minor scrapes and a bruise or two. Carol was once more the proud owner of a "Rascal".

Stormy

Amazing what a young child will remember about the same event! The entire event--leading up to, participating in, and "winning" the prize--was done with much anticipation and excitement. Done with hard and diligent work for a youngster. And so emotional--- experienceing all the ups and downs that led to "final outcome!" I don't know how I ever survived such an adventure!

My memory recalls being part of selling  tickets to the Little Buckaroo Rodeo. I remember going from door to door, in my neighborhood, selling as many tickets as I could. I don't know if it was in my mind at that time, but for some reason I thought whoever sold the most tickets won a Shetland pony. And, it was going to be me! I was determined to win my "pony!"

I remember running around the arena trying to catch a pony. I ran with vigor and intent to capture one-- because it was the pony I was going to keep! Yes, I had my heart broken when I found out I couldn't keep him. It was so disappointing. I cried big crocodile tears. I thought I earned him! I sold tickets and I did everything possible to keep the pony I caught. I worked hard for my prize, just to find out I couldn't keep him.

At the end of the rodeo, you can imagine my young hearted joy, when the nice man, who brought the rodeo to town, took me to the corral and let me pick a out a Shetland pony to call my very own. 

He had beautiful, shiny, golden brown hair. And, he was just my size! I named him STORMY. And, it wasn't long before he literally lived up to his name. In fact... he proved his name on the way home that very night! Even with his feisty attitude, Stormy was my friend. I would often ride him five miles to a cousins house where we would ride our Shetland ponies for hours. There was a stretch of pasture grass that ran along side and in between the old highway and canal going to Carbonville, where Karen lived. When we reached that grassy path, it became a race track. I'd let the reins down and Stormy would take off like a "bat out of hell" and run like the wind! It was so thrilling--Stormy and I running and riding like lightning! We would surely win the race! 

As time went on, and I grew older, I rode Stormy less and less. But I still continued to greet him on occasion, in the pasture behind the house, with a bucket of oats. I don't know what happened--maybe I wasn't giving him enough attention, but he started to lash out at me when I put the bucket of oats down for him to eat. One day, while I was setting it down, he pushed back his ears like he was mad and pawed me hard with his hoof. He sensed that it scared me and from then on took advantage of it. He continued to get more aggressive with me with each visit. He wasn't as kind to me as he once was, but I still loved my pony. He brought adventure into my young life and gave me the memories of some of the best years of my childhood. 

Writing prompt #2: Write a blog post inspired by the word: adventure

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Quotography: Music

Perhaps nothing invites the spirit so effectively as the right music. It can inspire, heal and awaken us!

Songs of the heart

The first time I walked back into County Lanes Assisted Living Center, after my trip to Europe, I was immediately welcomed with the feeling of warmth, love, and friendship. I noticed right off that my favorite lady was no longer with us. I was relieved to find out that she moved, and had not passed away. A couple of other of my favorite sister's had succumbed to bad health, leaving them more dependent than ever on aids to assist them. But that did not diminish their spirit, because it radiated out like sunbeams. My spirit was renewed that day, in more ways than one.

As we started to sing the opening song, the spirit immediately engulfed me. My voice cracked and my lips began to quiver. The tears welled up in my eyes as we sang How Great Thou Art. It took me back to Dad's life. That was his life, through and through. It took me back to his funeral. Those sentiments came out in both song and words expressed that day. 

That day at Country Lanes I was surrounded by the sweetest group of elderly women, the spirit so strong, that I could barely get the words out. But they were loud and clear in my heart. 

1. O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder, Consider all the worlds thy hands have made. I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder. Thy pow'r thru-out the universe displayed.

2. When thru the woods and forest glades I wander, And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees. When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur, And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze.

3. And when I think that God, his Son not sparing, Sent him to die, I scare can take it in. That on the cross my burden gladly bearing, He bled and died to take away my sin.

4. When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation, And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart! Then I shall bow in humble adoration, And there proclaim, "My God, how great thou art!"

Chorus

Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to thee, How great thou art! How great thou art! Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to thee, How great thou art! How great thou art! 

The most defining moment in the song came when the words... "And when I think that God, his Son not sparing, Sent him to die, I scare can take it in." I truly felt only love and adoration to Him that gave His life for me. I can't even begin to comprehend the magnitude of that gift, the love, the burden borne for me personally. I scarce can take it in!

I thought about being at dad's graveside when Alia, Ann, and their girls sang the song, once again. Their voices rose to the heavens and I felt the angels join in. I will never, ever forget the feeling that pervaded me that day. 

Our Relief Society meeting didn't end with the opening song. We enjoyed a wonderful prepared lesson and closed the meeting with yet, another song that has become near and dear to my heart. How Firm a Foundation. Mom's favorite song which was sung at her funeral, as well.

1. How firm a foundation, ye Saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word! What more can he say than to you he hath said, Who unto the Savior, who unto the Savior, Who unto the Savior for refuge have fled?

2. In ev'ry condition- in sickness, in health, In poverty's vale or abounding in wealth, At home or a-broad, on the land or the sea- As thy days may demand, as they days may demand, As they days may demand, so they succor shall be.

3. Fear not, I am with thee; oh, be not dismayed, For I am thy God and will still give thee aid. I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, Upheld by my righteous, upheld by my righteous, Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.

4. When through the deep water I call thee to go, The rivers of sorrow shall not thee o'erflow, For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless, And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.

5. When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, My grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply. The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design, They dross to consume and thy gold to refine.

6. Ev'en down to old age, all my people shall prove, My sov'reign, eternal, unchangeable love; And then, when gray hair shall their temples adorn, Like lambs shall they still in my bosom be borne.

7. The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose, I will not, I cannot, desert to his foes; That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, I'll never, no never, no never forsake! 

I was once again taken back to the day that Leslie and I were in mom's room at the Care Center, when I had an overwhelming urge to sing her a song... her favorite song. We went in search of a hymn book, and Leslie and I sang to her. We didn't have the most beautiful voices. Far from it, but it was beautiful to her. I could hardly sing. The spirit was so strong. We came to the end, and she asked us to sing it again. We did! It felt good. I had never sang to my mother before. But those words... "fear not, I am with thee..."  connected our spirits on a level that only the heart can understand. I loved her so much, and I knew she knew it! 

It wasn't long before we had the entire family up singing to her. A beautiful choir made up of her sons and daughters and grandchildren and spouses. Singing hymns. Harmonizing! It was like a choir from heaven. Angels joining in. Several grandchildren have exceptional voices. I remember being overcome with the spirit as Kevin and Jacob sang in their booming bass voices. Annie played the organ. Teri Beth played the violin on another occasion. She can make the most beautiful music with that instrument.

One of the aids commented to me, afterwards, that she heard singing and was drawn to where it was coming from. As she approached mom's door, she stopped, peeked inside, and lingered as she listened to the most beautiful music she said she had ever heard. Her heart was filled to the brim with the spirit and said we sounded like a heavenly choir. Our music not only comforted mother and her family that day, but it touched many residents and workers, alike.  

Mom loved music. It was so soothing to her. She sang her entire life. She sang in ward choirs, in the Singing Mother's Choir, and at home. One of my best memories was her knocking lightly on my bedroom door early in the mornings to awaken me for school. Her loving voice... "Ere you left your room this morning, did you think to pray..." still resonates in my heart and soul today.

Something about music

I swear in my pre-earth life I had musical talent, and I am praying it will be when I pass from this life, too. My singing voice is just ok, but I can hum anything and stay on pitch. I love to hum, and I find myself often humming hymns throughout the day. Music, that is... good inspirational music, moves me in a way that I can not even put into words. It enters my heart and finds a place to stay. One time I had hummed my day away, and Dave told me to"stop!" He couldn't take it anymore! It was only then that I realized how much music really was a part of my life, even though I was not playing any musical instrument at the time and I was not in a choir. 

The first time I knew music would be a part of my life was when I took piano lessons. I was young, but old enough to feel the thrill of making music. I pictured myself as a concert pianist as I moved my young crocked, double jointed fingers up and down the keyboard. When I turned 14 years old, everything changed. I became interested in a particular boy, and my world, as I knew it, would never be the same. I abandoned my piano lessons and school band. I lost interest in the very thing I once loved. I don't know how that was possible, but I did.

I married the boy that took my interest elsewhere, and several years later we were living in Colorado with a young family. I secretly wanted a piano and was always on the lookout. One day I found a turn of the century baby grand piano. I was so excited! We bought it for $900 and had it restored. It was beautiful! It was my dream to pick up playing the piano again and have my children learn to play. I was even called to be the pianist in my ward Relief Society. I was so scared. It had been so long. I felt so intimidated. I didn't know how I would ever be able to do it. It was only a matter of a few weeks that we moved from our Steamboat Springs branch to Craig. You could say I was saved by the move! The R.S. president had told me she was inspired to have me called to that position. Makes me wonder all these years later had we stayed and I accepted the call and challenge.....

Years later, still. I was on my second marriage. We were selling fruit at the Farmer's Market in SLC, when a lady stopped at our booth. As she picked out some fruit we struck up a conversation with each other. We were drawn to each other... like we knew each other from somewhere before. Her name -- Sue Jarvis. She said she knew me. I told her I knew her. We tried to make the connection, from previous places where we might have lived and knew each other. Her name was even familiar to me. School, perhaps? And then she asked me if I sang. Surely that was where she knew me from! She was involved in the music department and choir at BYU. We never did figure it out... but we were kindred spirits and we knew it. She departed and I went about my business. And, I have never forgotten her. Even though our encounter was for a brief moment, I felt like I have always known her. I hope I bump into my friend again, someday. And... we sing together!

When Audrey and I made our trips from Brigham City to Price, we sang songs all the way through Spanish Fork and Price Canyon. These memories with Audrey are so dear to my heart. We belted out Patriotic songs, Especially for Youth songs, church hymns, primary songs. Now, that Audrey is grown, I love to sit by her in church and listen to her beautiful Alto voice. And then... just like that she can switch to Soprano. I don't know where she acquired such a beautiful voice, but it is heavenly to me. She is, indeed, sunshine to my soul. For more reasons than one!

I remember right after dad passed away, I really changed. I experienced a mighty change. I thought of Alma the younger and what he experienced. That he had no more disposition to do evil. I felt that way. And I only wanted to listen to good, inspirational music. To this very day, that is what I listen to. It is healing, comforting, and inspirational. As I made the many trips through the canyon on Hwy. 6 from Brigham City to Price and back, to visit family. I would put in the Especially for Youth CD's and sing to the songs. How Great Thou Art, Come Thou Font of Every Blessing, and so many more. 

A year or so before mom passed away, mom gave me the piano I grew up on. Oh.. it's not good enough to play on. It's out of tune and there is no hope of fixing that problem. But, every now and again, I get out the piano books of my youth and play the songs that were so familiar to me. It takes me back to the time I imagined myself as a concert pianist. No, I never will be. At least not in this life. But I get so much satisfaction from playing the old ivory keys of my youth and dream of the time I will be! 

Good music is a heavenly treasure. It resonates truth, joy, and enlightenment. It inspires me to reach higher. It is in my soul and always will be.

Summer Fixins'

Summers are filled with sun, family picnics, fresh fruit from the orchard and produce from the garden. 

My childhood is filled with fond memories of yummy fresh garden meals, courtesy of the family garden and mother! It was not summer without eating a B.L.T. (bacon, lettuce, tomato) sandwich. Throw in a fresh picked corn on the cob and tree ripened peaches, and you had the most delicious meal ever! Perfect for a hot, lazy, summer day.

I have enjoyed this traditional simple summer fixin' for over 50 years. I grew up on it, my kids grew up on it, my grandchildren are growing up on it. The hubs just got back from Europe a couple of days ago. This was our first lunch together. Oh.... yummmm! 

Directions:

B.L.T.

While frying some bacon, slice a fresh garden tomato, tear some lettuce, and toast some bread of your choice. 

Spread mustard and light mayo on toast.

Add veggies and bacon.

Variation: substitute basil for lettuce (nice tasting surprise!)

Corn on the Cob

Put a young, tender cob of corn in a pan of boiling water and cook just until tender (about 8-10 minutes)

Spread on margarine (we like Smart Balance), and salt and pepper to taste.

Fresh Sliced Peaches

Peel peaches.

Slice peaches into bowl. Sprinkle on some sugar, if desired. Let sit for awhile. It makes the most delicious sweet peach juice ever!

What do you like to fix in the good ole' summer time?

Writing prompt #2: Share a favorite recipe from your childhood that you still make today.

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Six Word Fridays: Short

Life is short; Time is swift.

On the 13th of August, the hubs and I reached a milestone. Our 20 year wedding anniversary.

Do you ever feel like me and wonder where the time went? 

I remember the days of my youth like it was yesterday. Time does not stand still.

When I look back on marriage, raising a family, going to school, and pursuing dreams...

I can hardly believe those days are behind me. I am a grandma now. Another chapter awaits.

Retirement, travel plans, service opportunities. And I'm thoroughly convinced that life is short!

short

Rapelling is not for me!

I was suddenly single. I wanted some adventure in my life. I wanted to prove to myself that even though I was divorced at 32, with 5 young children, I still had it in me to "have fun" with the adults.

On a sunny summer afternoon, my older brother and a brother-in-law planned a rapelling trip. I had no training what-so-ever, but I was bound and determined to take part in an adventure that was totally new to me. The guys were experienced and knew the ropes. They had all the right equipment and prepared for the descent off a small rock cliff, hugging the highway, up a nearby canyon. 

My family and several of my siblings families, along with my parents, packed a lunch and headed out for an adventurous day. 

I remember looking up at the cliff, which was probably around 75 feet high, and thinking... "do I really want to do this?" It wasn't that high in comparison to what most people would rapel from. The day was planned around us amateurs in the family.

 I am terrified of heights. And, I had no previous experience in this sport. I watched with anxiousness as other family members made their way down the face of the rock. Each one, a success! Nephews and nieces were part of that group. If they could do it, so could I!

When it was finally my turn, I didn't let on that I was terrified. My brother reassured me that I was in good hands. His oldest son was at the bottom controlling the rope for a safe descent. With my harness snug tight around me and my brother's encouraging words, I cautiously backed to the edge of the rock. I closed my eyes and started walking backwards. It scared me! I panicked. My first thought was to scramble back to the top, to safety. But, I had too much pride to do that! I did a little hop and forced myself from the ledge of the cliff to what I thought would be a frightening, yet safe trip, down the rock. And, I would once and for all, prove to myself that I actually could do this!

Instead of finding any kind of security or footing, I felt myself falling. And falling fast. My nephew did all he could to control the effects of my fall. I swung through the air, hard to the right, and crashed into the side of the rock. I fell to the ground in a heap of pain. I couldn't move. The ambulance was called and I was rushed to the E.R. I had cracked my pelvis, either from the impact of hitting the rock or falling to the ground. I was thankful it wasn't anymore than that. I was on crutches for awhile after that. 

Turns out, my adventure turned out to be quite the challenge. I took a week off school and stayed with my parents. My mother was not in any better condition to take care of me. She had just had foot surgery and was on crutches herself. But, I remember her taking care of me in spite of her own pain. I remember thinking how unfair it was that she had to take care of me.

Dad scolded me! A reaction out of fear. Strange as it may seem, but that is one way he showed love and concern. He chastised me and told me I needed to think before doing something as "careless" as this. I had no insurance at the time, and I had 5 children that depended on me. He was right!

My repelling adventure quickly turned into a lesson. Although I wanted to do grown-up things, I had other things to consider. Like...

1. Safety comes first!

2. Being a single parent requires certain considerations. Being a full-bodied healthy mother was most important. I was single, raising 5 children by myself, several hours from home and family. The next few weeks proved to be quite challenging for the kids and I.

3. Weigh the consequences. My family was depending on my success as a new college student. I was working toward a professional degree that would someday land me a good paying job to help sustain my growing family. I had just started another semester of school and put myself in a bad situation of completing it successfully. It was a miracle I got through it! It could have set me back, and I was very lucky it didn't.

4. Be responsible. Yes, I could still have fun. But there were other ways to do accomplish that. At least under my present circumstances.

5. Risky adventures need to be put into perspective. There would be another time for such adventures, and believe me... I've had plenty of opportunity since that day!

6. Rapelling is not for me!

Writing prompt # 5: Write about a time you tried something new.

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Quotography: Still

Be still, my soul

Be still, my soul: The Lord is on thy side;

With patience bear thy cross of grief or pain.

Leave to thy God to order and provide;

In ev'ry change he faithful will remain.

Be still, my soul: Thy best, thy heav'nly Friend

Thur thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

Be, still, my soul: Thy God doth undertake,

To guide the future as he has the past,

Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;

All now mysterious shall be bright at last.

Be still, my soul: The waves and winds still know

His voice who ruled them while he dwelt below.

Be still, my soul: The hour is hast'ning on

When we shall be forever with the Lord,

When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,

Sorrow forget, loves purest joys restored.

Be still, my soul: When change and tears are past,

All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.

Text: Katharina von Schlegel, b 1697

trans. by Jane Barhwick, 1813-1897

Music: Jean Sibelius, 1865-1957

And all they who have mourned shall be comforted. 

Doctrine and Covenants 101:14

This beautiful hymn was sung at Shaniel's funeral by her brother-in-law Robby Donaldson. The lyrics, combined with the music, express my feelings to the very depths of my soul. I am calmed and comforted every time I hear the words... be still my soul: the Lord is on thy side... with patience bear thy cross of grief or pain... thur thorny ways leads to a joyful end... be still, my soul: when change and tears are past, all safe and blessed we shall meet at last.

Not only will we have rest in the Lord at our appointed time, we will also rejoice in the renewed friendship of our loved ones. I miss my angel daughter, Shaniel, so very much and look forward with great anticipation when I can see her again. I yearn to be near her, hug her, tell her I love her, and never ever let her go. Patience bear... until we meet again.

Six Word Friday's: A long, winding road to...

Ever heard of Dr. Seuss? He 

is one clever story writer! One 

of my favorite books is called

Oh the Places You'll Go! And

it goes like this... "Oh the 

places you'll go. Today is your

day! Your mountain is waiting, so

get on your way!" Oh my...

It was just that way on 
our trip to Ireland. But instead 
of mountains, it was long, winding, 
narrow, never ending country roads. 

Had we not ventured out on 
those long narrow country roads of 
Ireland, we would have missed an
adventure of a life time. So...

Thank you Dr. Seuss, for your
words of advice. We'll continue our
 journey to who knows where next...

And... another post

Healing from a loss is a 
long, long process that takes time!

see Shaniel's Story - Images of Hope

a thank you to Katarina for providing words of comfort today!

long

Back to School.... Again!

When I read this week's writing prompts, I knew exactly what one I wanted to write about.

 What grade is your child going to be in? And Share a memory of yourself at that same age.

Since I am a grandmother now, I have a large reservoir of school years and memories to pull from. That includes 5 children of my own, and a lot of grandchildren... most of who are in school now. 

The first one that came to my mind was my oldest daughter Kelsey. She is 38 years old. She is going back to school... again! She has been an R.N. for her entire adult life. She has been an excellent and devoted nurse. A few years ago, she decided she needed to step it up. She loved what she was doing, but wanted to do more and contribute more.

After 16 years of doing the job she loved, she made the decision to go back to school. She completed her B.S. in nursing and got a minor in food and nutrition. Shortly after that she applied for the DNP, Doctor of Nursing Practice and FNP, Family Nurse Practitioner at the University of Utah in Salt Lake City. She got accepted and will start a new chapter in her life in just two weeks. Yes, it will take three more years! Yes, it will be hard!, and Yes, it will require a lot of sacrifice from her, her husband and children. They will pull together and make it work. And she will do it! Because that is who she is!

The possibilities will be endless for her once she graduates with her DNP, FNP. Whether she works in the community, in a clinic, a hospital, or opens her own practice, she will be the best around. She has always required the best of herself, and she will deliver only the best to those she serves. Her mother will gladly be her first patient!

And... what was I doing at her age?

I, myself, had just finished up my back to school... again! I had just graduated from USU with a B.S. degree in Family & Consumer Science and a minor in Food & Nutrition Science. I found a job with the Division of Family and Child Services as a Homemaker Consultant. It was a satisfying job, but I also wanted more! My youthful ambitions of being an Extension Agent prompted me onward and upward. It wasn't long before I found myself working my dream job as an Extension Educator (now I was the woman in charge of putting on 4-H fashion shows!), and with that came the requirement of obtaining a Masters Degree. So... once again, I found myself going back to school!

 Kelsey, my oldest who my post is about, had just graduated from High School and was starting her undergraduate work in Nursing. We have tagged each other in school for most of our lives. Life-long learning is something we do... whether it's in the classroom or in the world, it's what we love! 

Kelsey and Me

Fashion Show 101

I'm no longer an Extension Agent, but I still get to be a part of the BEST kind of Fashion Shows.

Family Fashion Shows!

Every year, before the start of school, my sisters and I put on a "fashion show". We pranced around the front room in front of a very important audience, mainly mom, showing off our new dresses, long knee high stockings and patent leather shoes. My children modeled their new clothes for us every year before going back to school. It was the most anticipated day of the new school year!  And, now, my grandchildren love to fashion their new school clothes for grandma before the 1st day of school. I just love this tradition!

Our youngest Elementary Grade Schooler, who will be in first grade this year, was the last one to model her new attire. The theater room stage was the perfect setting. The spotlight was on her, and her only! Just before the fashion show began, Ali said to her mommy, "grandma likes me to pose!". Wow! did she ever! My camera was snapping every second. I just love my little Ali Bear.

Enjoy the Fashion Show as Ali Bear struts her stuff. And then some!

 

Writing prompt # 2: What grade is your child going to be in? Share a memory of yourself at that age.

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Six Word Fridays: One Bump... Again!

I've got goose bumps already... just

thinking about going to the top

of the Swiss Alps! In fact,

I'm terrified! I am so afraid

of heights. But I'm not about

to let Adventure down. After all,

it's 007 we're going to see!
The one and only James Bond!

Here we go! It's straight up.

We'll climb over 12000 feet high.

Wow! Is it ever hard to 

look straight down. And I'm

not getting any sympathy from

Mr. Adventurous himself! That's my hubs.

See that building on top of 

the cliff? That's not the top,

 far from it! Oh... my heart

 is skipping a beat. Just breathe.

Every time we catch a clip

It's another bump on the ride

to the top. I'm amazed at 

the villages that have access from

tram only. And look... they go 

to the very edge of a cliff.

That's insane Who does this?

We stopped just twice, and now

we're on the last leg of 

the ride. Even though it is

the 1st of June, there is

still lots of snow for the 

skiers delight. I can't believe we

are almost there. I'm counting the

seconds as we travel through air!

Passing near cliffs, over water falls

and fields. Watching farmers hoe gardens

was quite the sight. So far

below our ride in the tram.

The Swiss Alps are a beautiful

sight. They are majestic, rugged, and

speak volumes of stories. I've never

seen anything like them before. I 

was filled with wonder and awe 
at the top as I looked 
all about in every direction. How 

grateful I am that I braved 

this one ridiculously straight up the 
mountain, 

 tram ride of my life!

The first James Bond film debuted 
in 1969. It was all for 
you... 007! That I made that 
hair raising, goose bumpy, forever long
ride to the top of the 
Alps. Well, and for the adventurous 
hubs. And, I kind of liked it, too! 

As you can see, I posted on the wrong word. Wow! 
How did I miss that ONE! 
I'll get on board next week!

one bump