End of the month catch up

I have been lousy about writing lately. It's not from lack of news or interesting things to share. I often think to myself that "I need to blog about that" but then the thought of getting my computer and writing is just too much and the desire fades.

It was also complicated by a great sense of being overwhelmed this month. January has been insane and it hasn't been until this week that I finally feel that I have everything under control. I don't know if it was getting back into a "normal" routine after the holiday season, increased responsibility at work, school or what but I have been feeling disorganized and discombobulated, like I am treading water and barely keeping myself above water. But this week has been better, I am finally feeling in control again.

So without further ado, some happenings and thoughts from my world.

I have decided that I dislike the work Puyallup.

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As I usually do on Tuesday evenings, I watched Gilmore Girls last night. It's been a rough season for *my girls* with a change in network and writing teams leaving many of the episodes at the beginning of the season flat and very un-Gilmore. I almost wrote about this after watching last weeks episode but didn't want to jinx the remainder of the season but the last 2 episodes have been a drastic improvement. The zany quick wit of the characters is back especially with Lorelei's "monkey, monkey, underpants" speech last week. And then last nights episode made me cry, something that hasn't happened it quite some time. :-)

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I had a *bad stomach day* yesterday. I have not had one in a REALLY long time and forgot how miserable they were. Bad days are usually the result of eating something that I shouldn't have. When I was having them on a regular basis I was really careful about everything that I ate, but since my system has returned to a "normal" I had to really think about what it may have been. The only thing that I consumed that was "out of the ordinary" was cranberry juice. I didn't think that it could be the culprit but after a little investigation on the Internet I think it may be.

I am not a huge fan of fruit juice in general because it usually leads to a painful acidic stomach pain but decided that something mild like Cranberry juice would be fine. I won't be doing that again for quite some time.

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I went to Costco after work last night and my refrigerator is packed! I have enough burritos, chicken pot pie, chicken breasts, and veggies to last me quite some time. I am glad that I left the frozen food section when I did because I don't think that I could fit another thing in my freezer.

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I continue to search unsuccessfully for a pair of headphones that don't hurt my ears/head. I really hate the ear buds that fit inside your ears. I don't know if I have small ear opening or what but they never fit properly and they hurt. I really like the kind that go around the back of the head but the recent pair that I purchased squeezes too tightly and gives me a headache. If you have any suggestions, let me know.

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That's all for now. Happy Hump Day!

The deadly history of Bear Camp Road

The water cooler story of the week seems to be the search and rescue of the Kim family. I was elated on Monday to hear about the rescue of part of the family and then devastated on Wednesday with the discovery of the body of James Kim.

I have had several discussions with friend and co-workers about the unfolding events and in one particular conversation we were recalling a story that we had both heard years ago about a man that had survived in his car for several months before finally dying of starvation. We both remembered details of the story but not the entire story. I did an initial google search and did not find anything. Today I was reading a follow-up story about the Kim family ordeal from the LA Times (article titled, Vandalized gate led family astray) and the final paragraph of the story contained the information that I had been looking for. I did a further google search and pieced together the following from multiple sources (see below).

Dewitt Finley, 56, a traveling salesman from Montana decided to travel over the Coast Range when headed from the Oregon coast to Grants Pass on November 14, 1995. Mr. Finley had spent most of his life in the Los Angeles area and was not accustomed to late-season driving in the mountains and did not have much knowledge about the outdoors. His pickup truck with camper kept sliding off the road, despite the 4-wheel drive, and he finally decided to stop on the shoulder and camp for the night. However the storm continued for 3 days and when it was finished the pickup truck was surrounded by six-feet of snow. Mr. Finley passed the time by checking days off his calendar and writing letters to his sons, his fiancee and his boss. According to the letters that were left behind in the truck, Finley decided to trust God for a rescue, waiting in his truck. He wrote, “I have no control over my life. It’s all in His hands. His will be done. Death here in another month or so, so He sends someone to save me. Yet knowing His will, I’m at peace and His grace will prevail. If I’m save to finish my life here, please know I’ll always be thankful to you and remain your servant. If not – I’ll see you in Glory.” The final date check off his calendar was January 19, 1996. His body was found in the cab of his pickup truck by teenagers in late May.

A poem titled “The End of DeWitt Finley” was written by Joseph Harrison and included in his book Someone Else’s Name. An except of the poem:

They found the salesman's body the following spring.
Something struck the observers about the scene
Of the man's death: there wasn't the slightest sign
Of struggle, anguish, or delirium,
No broken glass, no torn upholstery.
All seemed composed, contemplative, serene,
As poised as steady penmanship,
The thoughtful phrasing of his calm farewell,
His mild acceptance of his lonely end.

It wouldn't be correct to call it fate:
Rescue in the form of a ploughed road, remained
Throughout a makable hike away. And though
He didn't know this, did he want to know?
He wanted someone to come, that was the point.
Call it foolishness, or call it faith,
The patience to wait in silence for a sign
That life has something like meaning, and that yours
Has something like meaning, meaning that is yours.

The irony in this tale – The entire nine weeks Finley was waiting and praying, he was no more than a few hundred feet from a clear, paved road which was only a 16-mile walk to a store and safety.

It turns out that the Kim family and Finley were both stranded on Bear Camp Road near Merlin, Oregon. It is horribly sad that the road was not better closed off since it has now claimed 3 lives in the past 12 years. I hope that in the future is is better marked and blocked when impassable.

I am just glad that I was able to find some details on the Finley story, it was driving me nuts.

Links to sources:

Nothing Fails Like Prayer
Theistwatch
Tough choices for stuck winter travelers