Monday, February 22, 2010

Pioneer Handcart Reenactment

My outfit consists of Ken's Wellington boots, Carl's wool Pendleton coat, Jim Hay's wool pants, my old Eddie Bauer wool hat, a canvas belt from Goodwill, and an extra large flannel shirt. The stomach and jowls are real. I forgot to take my glasses off, but no one seemd to notice as I stumbled up the stairs to the stage.  (Photo by Ken)

Harry Reich assembled the handcart from a kit.  Janeil and I are on the committee organizing a 3-day, 25-mile trek over Santiam pass this summer. Sheryl, Brenda, Neil, and their families have been involved in similar treks in past years.

Only 10 of the 250 pioneer companies were the very poor British Isles and Danish converts who used handcarts. Only 2 of these 10 hardcart companies got stranded on the Wyoming open country in early winter snows where about 200 of the 1000 people perished. The remaining 60,000 pioneers mainly came by oxen-powered covered wagons, including the Olsens and the Fugals.

The handcart company our stake is mimicking had no fatalities! 

Gerald Lund has written a historical fiction novel called "Fire of the Covenant" detailing the daily struggles of a couple of the families in the Martin and Willie companies. The daily ration of flour was supposed to be 16 ounces for men, 12 for women, and 8 for children. Before the rescue wagons coming from Salt Lake were able to find them, the rations were down to a few ounces per person.

We had a great pioneer heritage. 

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Tinstafl


TINSTAFL means there is no such thing as a free lunch. It is an engineering philosophy that says a perpetual energy machine doesn't exist. Another variation is, "If it seems too good to be true then it is too good to be true." As an example, you may have received a "check" from Readers Digest saying that you've won a million dollars (almost). In small letters at the bottom is printed "not negotiable".

Well the grinches in the top floors of the Readers Digest management building have sunk to new lows. In July a letter came saying my subscription was running out. They offered me a huge reduction in the cover cost and in addition they would send a year's subscription to a friend. But wait, that is not all. If I paid immediately they would send it to a second friend as well. I mailed in my $10.00 They cashed the check the next day. A month later I get a similar offer for $14.00 this time. Having forgotten my previous transaction I send in the $14.00 plus the names of two friends. I have now exhausted my entire supply of friends' names and still have not got an issuse from Readers Digest. It is now October and I get the offer in the mail again. I tried sneaking the envelope to the mail but was caught by my sweet wife. Janeil says, "Didn't you already renew?" I looked up the check register and sure enough there were cashed checks for July and August.

Janeil contacted Readers Digest and asked them what was going on. They replied immediately by e-mail. They explained that they had indeed cashed the two checks. However the offer was for the new friends subscriptions, not for renewing mine. For the reduced price of $10.00 I could get mine renewed. Since I still had the latest October offer in my hands I carefully read it to see where I had missed the friends versus me renewal. It sure looked to me like it was me that was renewing. I answered the e-mail telling them they could kiss me goodbye as a subscriber. They replied asking me if I would like to take a customer satisfaction survey. I took the survey. I'll bet I get a package containing 12 steak knives and a bill for $25.00 as a result.

Another rip off is their book club. They send you 4 novels for 99 cents. Afterward you get novels periodically by mail for $25 each. Trying to stop this flow of novels is like paddling upstream without a paddle. It is nearly impossible to stop.

On their sweepstakes offers of a million dollars: If you multiply the chance of winning which is 1 in 25,000,000 then you get an "expected return" of a quarter. The long run return after subtracting the cost of the stamp is a loss of 19 cents. In addition you have licked a nasty envelope seal, wasted time walking to the mail box, and spent sleepless nights waiting for the winners' van to show up in your driveway with cameras whirling.

TINSTAFL has once again been proved. Whatever you do don't let them get your credit card number or your new mailing address is likely to be the county jail where you will be awaiting trial on mail fraud, unpaid bills, and obscene phone calls.

If you have ever wondered where all of the investment bankers are hiding out waiting to cash their big bonus checks you might want to search through the back halls of the Readers Digest executive rest rooms.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Touring, temple, and reunion in Utah

Friday, the last full day of our vacation, was an amazing day.

We started the day parking outside the new Church History Building. Carl showed us around. The building is massive. Lots of people said hi to Carl.

Afterward we went to the Temple Square Visitor Center. It was crawling with friendly senior couples and cute sister missionaries. Carl forewarned us about the professional pan handlers asking for change.

We then drove to the new Oquirrh Mountain Temple for a session. We got an 11:oo o'clock reservation. It had 55 people on the session which required a half dozen folding chairs in addition to the permanent seats. It's a beautiful temple decorated in fall colors.

We then drove down to Pleasant Grove. We spent some time finding grave sites of ancestors in the PG cemetery, some by accident and some by asking at the office. For example, Albert and Jenav are buried 6 rows west of the flag pole. There is a petrified rock at the end of their row. We ran across Leroy Young and also Sam White by accident.




We had a terrific Asian stir fry which included vegetables from Gail's garden. She had reserved the church building next door for our reunion. We had a wonderful time rekindling old memories from our dear missionaries. We especially liked the short program which included talks by Janeil and me, singing the mission song, and watching the DVD "Called to Serve." Spontaneous testimony bearing started in which they expressed love and gratitude for us being there to take care of them. One Elder (Edwards) drove round trip from Shelby, Idaho with his wife and baby just for the reunion. Several of the Elders had worked in the office with us so we knew them better than most. Another reunion, the sixth, is planned again for next year, same place because it was easy to find. Most of the missionaries have graduated from college (BYU or Uof U) and/or are married, so they no longer live in the Utah valley. Face book was used to advertise the time and location.

It was an amazing day.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Quick trip to the coast

To escape the predicted 101 degree record weather in Corvallis we decided to drive to the Oregon Coast and enjoy a high of 64 degrees in Lincoln City. So did a lot of other people. Most of the license plates were from Oregon.

The Devils Lake State Park Campground was FULL. So was the D river parking lot. We decided to park across the street and walk under the Highway 101 bridge running along the D river (the world’s shortest river by the way) to the Ocean. A policeman was at the entrance to the tunnel going under the bridge. Janeil asked if we could get to the beach by going through the tunnel behind him. He said “You can, but it would be better if you went around.” After a pause he said, “There is a dead homeless person under the bridge.” Gulp.

We took his advice and climbed the embankment and went across Highway 101 at a crosswalk. We took a long walk in the fog along the beach. There were quite a few people in wheelchairs or on crutches on the sea shore. When we got back to the car there were three police cars at the scene.

We had a contest at the Tanger Outlet Mall seeing who could spend the most money. Janeil won but I bought two pairs of Rockport waterproof shoes and a colorful Old Navy swimming suit. Everything we bought was on sale.....of course. Janeil even bought me a birthday present for my 69th birthday which is 40 days away! We'll be at Carl's for it.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Last entry for our vacation

We went to church in the Fraser Ward in Prince George, BC. Over half of the people attending were visitors. The meetings were all very good and the people friendly.

We camped at the Sunset Campground on Green Lake near 70-Mile, BC. There was a glorious sunset. We saw buffaloe, deer, and goats.
Coming down the Fraser River gorge was beautiful. Hells Gate was an important trade route. We stopped and walked down to the Alexandra Bridge which is now abandoned.
On the last day of our vacation we started early (5:30) in order to get around the Tacoma/Olympia early morning traffic. We stopped at Mt. Saint Helens and drove up to the Johnston Ridge visitor center. We went on a hike first and saw lots of wild flowers and the valley far below with clouds below us.

The video at the visitor center had surround sound and was most impressive. On the wall they had stories told by survivors that were touching, especially Ronald and Venus who floated down the mud flow. She went under the mud five times but was finally rescued by Ronald who pulled her up on a log and they leaped on logs to safety.

We saw a small herd of elk on the road. I ran up the hill chasing them but they were long gone.

After the 1980 eruption Weyerhauser planted millions of doug fir and noble fir in the higher elevations, which will be harvested at age 45 in 15 more years. The unplanted blast zone is mostly barren thanks to environmentalists.

Our last stop is at Costco in Albany to get get an appointment to get our hearing checked. After two weeks of saying politely, “What did you say, dear?”

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Coins, signs, and license plates

Sunday August 8th we are in Prince George to go to church services. It is obvious that this was a crown colony and still is. The dollar coins are called loonies because they have a loon on them. The coins and colorful bills have images of leaders on them, sometimes British monarchs.

Along the roads there are often avalanche warnings that say do not stop. Of course there are road signs with moose almost everywhere. There are also bison, caribou, mountain sheep, and deer signs. Then there are the don’t feed the bear signs that say “a fed bear is a dead bear” because they have to kill the bears that lose their fear of humans. Many signs are also in French and the Indian language.

In the backcountry the road signs show which services are available when we pass populated spots (sometimes just two buildings); for us the gas symbol is always welcome. Sometimes there is no gas for 100 kilometers. There is diesel available at every station. Most of the rest stops have no restrooms, only bear proof garbage bins. There are often nice information signs. One that occurs over and over is the mountain pine beetle kill explanation.
Yesterday we traveled through dozens of First Nation villages. We stopped at one where there was a fortified hill fort that a local chief used in the late 1700’s. It made you think of Book of Mormon time. Nekt, the chief, was invincible in battle with a double thick grizzly bear vest with slate panels. His club was called “strike only once” because he knocked his opponents down with the first strike. The battles often consisted of just the champion from each village fighting.

The villages often had full sized bill boards on the highway telling the Indian girls not to hitchhike. They were pretty graphic showing photos of girls who had been killed.


The most common vehicle plates other than British Columbia are Alberta and Yukon Territory, which are the neighbors. We didn’t see a Northwest Territory one however. Common US tags are Alaska, California and Washington State. Some rare ones we have seen are Maryland, Colorado, Oregon, New York, Idaho, and Minnesota. Nobody from Montana.

We are now back in radio country. There are highway signs giving the frequencies and call letters of the local stations. Mainly talk shows and of course, good old country western music. There is more international news than in the States. There was one radio announcer, sounded like an old guy, who announced in an Indian dialect. There is wifi at the motels so Janeil downloads indexing to do as we travel. She has done over 56,000 names since she started back in Baltimore.

Right now the the government is really strict about open campfires. The fine is $343 for every person at the site. Most of the hundreds of fires going right now are lightning caused and the firefighters just let them burn unless homes are endangered. They predict that the wilderness fires will burn on for several months. The skies are often haze overcast even in the farthest backcountry.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Through customs one more time

Yesterday we decided to get off the beaten path (if you can call the Al/Can Highway a beaten path) and headed south on highway 37. We drove all day and camped at a primitive campground alongside a swift running river. The campground was run by the Lions. We went for a walk and saw moose tracks and moose droppings. They looked like dusty chocolate malt balls.

There were 4 people in the campground ahead of us on motorcycles. As we walked past their campsite one of them called, “Want a beer?” I said apologetically, “No thanks, we don’t drink. We’re Mormons.” Then Janeil said, “But we’re friendly.” It turned out they were two couples from California.Today we crossed over the border into Hyder, Alaska. We drove five miles up a dusty road to a place called Fish Creek where you could watch bears trying to catch salmon in the stream. We got in with our Golden Age pass. The bears usually feed in the morning and late evening. We arrived at 11 a.m. just as some late riser was lumbering up the stream herding about a dozen salmon. Gentle Ben was a lousy fisherman.The observation boardwalk was elevated about 15 feet above the stream. He walked right past us. There was a female ranger there who had an industrial sized bear spray can hanging from her belt. Janeil wanted to go on a hike on a nearby trail but since the bear hadn’t caught any fish, I thought it best we leave the area.Hyder looked like a ghost town out of the 1800’s. This week was Bear Festival week but we didn’t stick around for the pancake breakfast.

The fjord was surrounded by glacier encased peaks. Rivulets cascaded down the steep rock faces. The mountains are tall and there are lakes and rivers everywhere. No wonder there are so many mosquitos. We now have blood stained curtains in the camper van.

We saw our first red traffic light in a week. After driving for a whole day with no painted stripes, it is a relief to be back with a painted center line and a 90 kmh speed limit.

We would have to rate today as one of the top days of the trip.