Rides Around: A Custom-Built Missouri River Boat

This week’s Rides Around is more like a “Floats Around” and comes to us from a friend who was inspired by last week’s post and poem.  

The owner and builder of this flat-bottomed boat grew up on the Northern Pacific shore, on the outskirts of Juneau, AK.  He was a Woodsman, a Hunter, a Boatman, a Builder, and a classic example of The Men Who Don’t Fit In.

He loved all kinds of boats (and trucks, and cars, and army vehicles), and sketched them in his many notebooks.  He had the opportunity to own many, and custom re-fit a few.

This 18-foot, 1992 Lowe Jon Boat was a bare hull when purchased.  Everything was fabricated from the center drive console to the entire trailer, which was customized with knobby tires and .50 caliber ammo boxes just for storage………perhaps.

It made many trips down the Missouri River in search of Adventure, Bighorn Sheep, and Family Camping in the White Cliffs of the Missouri.
The Rig: 1992 Jon Boat
The Location:  The Great State of Montana
The Driver:  A Fine Figure of a Man
The Special Circumstance: Thinking of Erik
 
-SKI

Thoughts on Alaska

Thanks to our loyal contributor, Marie, for sharing these thoughts on her recent Alaskan adventure. 

Starting off, there are a few preconceived notions about Alaska that I have found to be exceedingly true. From traditional totem poles to glaciers to the sheer vast emptiness of the land.

By emptiness I don’t mean lack of substance or matter.  I’m referring to the lack of human disturbance of the natural world: buildings, parking lots, houses, all of the things that fill our eyes every single day (Maybe not my sister’s, as she’s been living in a tent clearing trails and building bridges for the Rocky Mountain Youth Core since early summer).  The majority of people take the sight of untouched land completely for granted, and mostly, I think, because they’ve never had the opportunity to understand it or have not been taught the significance of the untouched space.  I was so fortunate to have been raised to love and treasure the connecting beauty that nature, particularly the mountains, holds.  Thinking of the people who have been my mentors in helping me know how precious it is and will always be gives me an unmeasurable amount of gratitude. It makes me who I am.

Alaska holds so much, and it’s one of those rare places that you see and you just think, this is how it is supposed to be.

We took “The Seeker”, a rough and tough landing craft, out to an island one day, and sat on the beach with the sun shining down on us.  The moment was how I picture heaven.

I have seen a few different oceans and there is always some sort of noticeable change between them. I speak just for southeastern Alaska, but when you look down into the water, there is nothing but clarity and life. The forests are the same way!  They look healthy and happy and there is so much diversity when you train your eye to notice the vitality on a smaller scale.  Seeing the unvarnished beauty and strength of nature provides a sense of unwavering hope, and I’ve been able to feel it all day and night and it’s better than any cleanse you’d find at your local, overpriced health foods store.

Living on a boat, there’s nothing else like it. The first few steps in the morning feel like they’re your first three steps ever. I’m sure this is all comical to the ones that have experienced it.  All in all, I have definitely developed a much deeper respect for Alaska, seeing as I was the woman riding a borrowed, squeaky bike in my Xtratuffs.

-Marie

Special thanks to our friend Billy, who helped this trip come together. 

Rides Around: A Car Named Helen

This feature in our Rides Around series is brought to you by Marie, who recently purchased her first car. 

There’s something about doing it by yourself. With it all, comes a whole meaning that’s more than just grease and metal and and an engine that runs.  It provides a whole new sense of self… Like a branch off of the tree of our existence; a new motive, a new purpose.  It’s not just because it’s a car that’s exciting and fun, it’s because it’s a direct learning experience comprised of patience and faith.

The Rig: 1987 Nissan Sentra
The Location: Rockford Bay, North Idaho
The Driver: A young lady learning to take off on her own
The Special Circumstance: The feeling you get when you saved up and made it yours

-Marie

Footloose and Heart-Free

On a recent trip to Canyonlands National Park, Druid Arch was rediscovered along with a poem by Robert Service.

This is a magnificent and awe-inspiring place.  It is otherworldly and tickles a funny place in a wanderer’s heart, the same place Robert Service’s Rover plucks at…

– C.K.

The Rover by Robert Service 

I

Oh, how good it is to be
Foot-loose and heart-free!
Just my dog and pipe and I, underneath the vast sky;
Trail to try and goal to win, white road and cool inn;
Fields to lure a lad afar, clear spring and still star;
Lilting feet that never tire, green dingle, fagot fire;
None to hurry, none to hold, heather hill and hushed fold;
Nature like a picture book, laughing leaf and bright brook;
Every day a jewel bright, set serenely in the night;
Every night a holy shrine, radiant for a day divine.
Weathered cheek and kindly eye, let the wanderer go by.
Woman-love and wistful heart, let the gipsy one depart.
For the farness and the road are his glory and his goad.
Oh, the lilt of youth and Spring! Eyes laugh and lips sing.
Yea, but it is good to be
Foot-loose and heart-free!

II

Yet how good it is to come
Home at last, home, home!
On the clover swings the bee, overhead’s the hale tree;
Sky of turquoise gleams through, yonder glints the lake’s blue.
In a hammock let’s swing, weary of wandering;
Tired of wild, uncertain lands, strange faces, faint hands.
Has the wondrous world gone cold? Am I growing old, old?
Grey and weary . . . let me dream, glide on the tranquil stream.
Oh, what joyous days I’ve had, full, fervid, gay, glad!
Yet there comes a subtile change, let the stripling rove, range.
From sweet roving comes sweet rest, after all, home’s best.
And if there’s a little bit of woman-love with it,
I will count my life content, God-blest and well spent. . . .
Oh but it is good to be
Foot-loose and heart-free!
Yet how good it is to come
Home at last, home, home!

Loving the Journey

TSY is always looking for people who want to share their adventures, yoga practice or surf sessions with us.  We ran across Kim’s photos and enjoy what she has to say about yoga’s  benefits for the mind and body.  If you want to see more gorgeous pictures, check out her teaching schedule or just find out how she feels about non-dairy ice cream, head on over to Kim’s site.

“Practicing self-love daily is the key to happiness and success; when you love yourself and your journey, you cannot fail.”

Bee the Positivity

Change

New beginnings

All beautiful things

The change of season is a wonderful thing and a reminder that when things change there is always going to be beauty.

It all depends on your perspective.

Choose to see the hope.

Bee the positivity.

….

.

-Marie

Taste Travels

Note:  One doesn’t have to travel to enjoy the sensation of it. That concept is brought to life in this guest post from author Kate Riley

Every time one of the family goes to Mex I crave jicama. I peel and slice a nice specimen, place in a freezer bag, add fresh-squeezed lime, red pepper powder or flakes, cumin, a dash of salt, shake and I’m on the road from Puerto Vallarta to Sayulita.

My precious friend, Clara, introduced me to this Mexican cuisine years ago.

She is originally from another small coastal Mexican town and is one of the hardest working, bravest women I have known.  She’s a warrior for freedom and a spectacular cook of traditional Mexican fare.

Travel is a wonderful event. Someone goes and it ignites the mind of one staying home eating jicama.

~Kate Riley

Sunshine Personified

Note:  I call my friend Sarah “Sunshine” because she radiates.  She’s warm and genuine in her life, and in her yoga practice.  We’re excited to share this photo and quote from her. 

“Being mindful is a special skill acquired through practice, just like riding a bike.”

The Wild

Utterance of the phrase “the wild” evokes images of deep, icy rivers and wind whipping you from all sides as you perch on top of a peak, hoping the next gust won’t boot you off a ledge. Feelings of fear, and passion, and the unknown. These thoughts aren’t invalid, but are a little too Jack London for our reality. Places remaining truly untamed still exist, but the truth of the matter is that humans live tame lives. Yes, there still are wild people that live wild lives, driven by a deeper desire to feel the feral world, but this quality isn’t unique.

Some might invalidate their own wild side because they don’t live the mountain man cliché we all secretly yearn, and that invalidation is a true tragedy. The planet on which we live isn’t defined by the concrete sprawls some now navigate, nor the pockets of pristine wilderness few will ever see. Our world is defined by the blades of grass, pushing up through the sidewalk cracks, a sometimes futile reminder of the omnipotence of the natural world.

I’m one of the lucky ones in this equation; my home happens to be situated in a valley cradled between seven visible mountain ranges. My winters are filled with bitter nights and stars as sharp as shards of glass. My spring is filled by the two-tone comfort of the black- capped chickadee’s call. In 15 minutes, I can find myself sprawled out on any number of foothills, able to dig my toes into dirt and feel fresh air filling my lungs. Nature is truly omnipresent for my lifestyle, but unfortunately civilization hasn’t found a balance. The human values of progress conflict with the infinite resilience and sustainability of the natural world. Despite the clash, the cause of balance isn’t lost. Hubs of urban life as well as isolated towns can both begin a shift of mindset, and the first step is as easy as recognizing. Recognizing that the wild lies dormant in each of us. Nature doesn’t have to be grand or monumental, and that’s the beauty. I urge you all to breathe a little deeper and look a little closer because the wild we desire remains everywhere; our job is simply to seek it out.

-CK

Balance and Strength

Note: Irene is a good friend who has an incredible yoga practice.  Her transitions are so smooth and her strength so solid, we had to ask her to be featured on our site.  Luckily, she agreed.  Here’s a snippet of a recent practice in a park, and a quote from Irene. 

Irene has been practicing yoga for nine years, and recently completed 200 hour RYT training.

“I believe yoga is a form of expression.  I learn something new about myself every time I practice.”