Thursday, June 28, 2007

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Shore Lunch

Our kayaking started when Caleb returned from Alaska. He asked what I wanted for Fathers Day 5 years ago and the desire was to try kayaking. The 1st year, being back from Alaska as a logger and sawyer, he left me in the dust as we kayaked the St Croix. Since then we have kayaked every Fathers Day and it has turned into a yearly Fathers Day Trip.

In our opinion, this is the way to go to get to know nature and see life as you have never seen it before. Sitting in the kayak, this is literally the closest one can get to water without getting wet. We paddled silently by egrets, muskrat and saw eagles sitting in the tops of trees as well as soaring the thermals, red tailed hawks, an osprey sitting on her nest as well as fish jumping next to the kayaks.

At one point as we paddled by a cliff we saw a fawn that had just fallen over the rocky ledge and had landed next to the river. His knees were still wobbly as well as he was dazed and confused. We could also see as we paddled closer that he was blind in one eye due to a birth deformity.

This shore lunch we had nuts, berrys, yogurt, apples and bananas. Bananas are easy to carry as they can be laced into the netting on the kayak for that easy retrieval and quick energy bite while paddling.

For glimpses into a kayaker and her passion stop on by Kayak Wendy. Her blog is worth a visit.

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Kayaking the St Croix

Ready to go

Launching Point

Caleb Enjoying the Scenery

Enjoying a Nice Paddle
A Good Way to really enjoy the river

Friday, June 15, 2007

Wild at Heart

Capes and swords, camouflage, bandannas and six shooters - these are the uniforms of boyhood Little boys yearn to know they are powerful, they are dangerous, they are someone to be reckoned with. How many parents have tried in vain to prevent little Timmy from playing with guns? Give it up. If you do not supply a boy with weapons, he will make them from whatever materials are at hand. My boys chew their graham crackers into the shape of hand guns at the breakfast table. Every stick of fallen branch is a spear, or better, a bazooka. Despite what many modern educators would say, this is not a psychological disturbance brought on by violent television or chemical imbalance. Aggression is part of the masculine design, we are hardwired for it. If we believe that man is made in the image of God, then we do well to remember that "the Lord is a warrior, the Lord is his name" (Ex.15:13)

Little girls do not invent games where large numbers of people die, where bloodshed is a prerequisite for having fun. Hockey, for example, was a not a feminine creation. Nor was boxing. A boy wants to attack something - and so does a man, even if it's only a little white ball on a tee. He wants to whack it into kingdom come. One the other hand, boys doe not sit down to tea parties. They do not call their friends on the phone to talk about relationships. They grow bored of games that have no element of danger or competition or bloodshed. Cooperative games based on "relational interdependence" are complete nonsense. "No one is killed?" they ask, incredulous. "No one wins? Whats the point?" The boy is a warrior, the boy is his name. And those are not boyish antics he is doing. When boys play at war they are rehearsing their part in a much larger drama. One day, you just might need that boy to defend you.

Those Union soldiers who charged the stone walls at Bloody Angle, the allied troops that hit the beaches at Normandy or the sands of Iwo Jima - what would they have done without this deep part of their heart> Life needs a man to be fierce - and fiercely devoted. The wounds he will take throughout his life will cause him to lose heart if all he has been trained to be is soft. This is especially true in the murky waters of relationships, where a man feels least prepared to advance. As Bly says, "In every relationship something fierce is needed once in a while."

Now, this longing may have submerged from years of neglect, and a man may not feel that he up to the battles he knows awaits him. Or it may have taken a very dark turn, as it has with inner-city gangs. But the desire is there. Every man wants to play the hero. Every man needs to know that he is powerful. Women didn't make Braveheart one of the best-selling films in a decade. Flying Tigers, The Bridge on the River Kwai, The Magnificent Seven, Shane, High Noon, Saving Private Ryan, Top Gun, and the Die Hard films, Gladiator - the movies a man loves reveal what his heart longs for, what is set inside him from the day of his birth.

Like it or not, there is something fierce in the heart of every man.

By John Eldredge

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

James Oscar

I week old & Smiling
Mom & Best Friend
Dad and his new Cycle