Never had heard of Marcus Garvey before today’s NYT

The NYT had a blurb about Marcus Garvey today.  I’d never heard of him before so wanted to make a note of it here…  He was born in Jamaica in 1887, and famously urged blacks to return to Africa and claim it as their own.  When a black man ascended to the throne in Ethopia, Garvey was hailed as a prophet and was revered by Rastafarians as a Black Prophet and Messiah.  None other than Martin Luther King said he was the first man to give blacks a sense of identity and destiny…  Wow.  How is it that I’d never heard of him?

Never had heard of Marcus Garvey before today’s NYT

Loved Annabelle: Creation

For some reason, Wife M and I like horror movies more in the summer than the winter, perhaps because the winter is so gloomy and gray it is hard to escape it with a gloomy movie…  Switching gears a little bit, I had high hopes for Annabelle creation, having liked The Conjuring and Annabelle so much.  We bought tickets for opening day And counted down the days.  It was not a perfect movie (some cliches such as isolated farmhouses, scarecrows, etc.), but very enjoyable and entertaining, and certainly met my expectations and was a worthwhile investment of time and money.  The fact that so much of the scares took place at night after everyone went to bed was on my mind that night when I got up to get a drink of water 🙂

Loved Annabelle: Creation

The Oregon Eclipse Appacolypse has started :)

There was a veeerrrryyyyy long line at the grocery store last night as people have started stocking up for the Eclipse next week. There were some shoppers with multiple carts filled with food, and there were rumors of gas stations running out of gas yesterday and of grocery stores like Costco being incredibly busy.  Wife M shipped me out early this morning to fill the car full of gas.  One of the things I love about owning a Hybrid is a tank of gas will last us a very long time…  

The Oregon Eclipse Appacolypse has started :)

What a sad state of affairs when F500 CEOs show a better moral compass than POTUS

After last weekends racist riots and Trump failing to condemn the racists, yesterday several F500 CEOs resigned from Trump’s administration in protest and lashed out at him.  What a sad state the US is in, when F500 CEOs show stronger moral fortitude than the President of the US.  Trmp was recently described as a “vile man,” and to date that is truly the best description for him.  Vile. What is sad is that the racists are misguided – they blame minorities for their problems when really it is our Decision Makers of the past 40 years who put us where we are in terms of disparity, including decisions made by the very same/wealthy F500 CEOs who are speaking out against Trump.  

The riots last weekend really aroused people of all kinds and beliefs on all sides, even before a racists drove through a crowd of protestors.

What a sad state of affairs when F500 CEOs show a better moral compass than POTUS

A Tale of Two Hikes – Part 6

The trail winds higher and higher, at times forming Esses to allow easier ascent up steep hills.  Meanwhile, the waterfalls growing taller and more forceful.



It is now after 1pm.  I should turn back.  But I am having such a marvelous time.  Just a little bit farther…

I pass more falls…


Then suddenly, a small clearing, and high above I can see Paulina Peak.  I know from experience that seeing the peak this close means Paulina Falls — and the top of the trail — can’t be too far off.  I am feeling excited, adrenaline is kicking in and I continue on – just a little longer.


The trail climbs higher.  The water falls farther below, but seems more violent and urgent.  Surely it can’t be too much farther!

A Tale of Two Hikes – Part 6

A tale of two hikes – Part 5

The “old” forest emerges again, and soon I plunge back into tall trees and more waterfalls.


The trail climbs more sharply now, and between the trees I get glimpses of many passing waterfalls and pools.


At exactly the time I promised I’d turned back, I reach my favorite waterfall on this trail, which also marks the farther east I’ve ever climbed.  I pause to step out on a rockbar in front of the falls, snap a photo for a family who want a group shot in front of the falls (only the fourth group of people I’ve encountered), and then snap my own photo.  I feel euphoric and I want to keep hiking farther.  I look at my watch it is 12:44.  I can turn back, or walk for another 15 minutes with the idea that the trek downhill will be faster than the trek uphill was. I decide to continue 16 minutes.

A tale of two hikes – Part 5