Ornamental Hubcaps

It was Friday afternoon, the start of the Long Weekend. The sun was shining as we packed the last of our things into Jenna's car. My mom hands us a jug of water, for if the engine overheats. My dad pats the front right tire, saying "Oh, you'll need new tires soon, eh?" We hop in the car, and hit the road.

Not far into our trip, the road hits us. We failed to avoid a rather sizeable pothole coming up the Snowshed. No more than a minute later, we heard an odd thumping sound. Jenna mutters under her breath "If that's a flat tire..." We pull over. We get out. It's a flat tire. Dang. Now what? We look at each other. 

"My dad JUST gave me a huge lecture about getting a flat tire!" Jenna says, frustrated. 

"Isn't that the tire my dad touched when he said you need new tires?" Karlee asks. We laugh in disbelief. Jenna calls her dad, and we wait for the verdict.

"We have to try to change it. But we won't make it to Kamloops on the spare tire. We'll have to go home, and it'll be slow."

First things first. We have to take off the hubcap. We notice the bolts. We pick up a tool that has a hole the same shape as the bolts. It doesn't fit. We're turning it, and nothing is happening. We each take a turn, but the stubborn things just won't come off. Jenna phones her dad again.

"Okay, there's a chance they could be ornamental." So she picks up one of the other tools lying around and wrenches it off with a flick of the wrist. "My dad was right! It IS ornamental!"

Okay, now we can take the REAL bolts off. Those were no problem. But getting the jack under the car... THAT was a problem. By this time, it's getting a little cooler out, and we are all very frustrated at the amount of young guys in cars honking at us as they go past. Whatever happened to guys pulling over to help pretty girls change a tire??

A side note to all the young men out there... if you know how to change a tire, pull over and ask if they need help. If you don't know how to change a tire, DON'T HONK AT THEM. THAT DOESN'T GET THE GREASE OFF OUR HANDS.

Anyways. 

We tried lifting the front of the car so we could get the jack under, but once we got it under there we couldn't turn it higher. We made a call to Jenna's mom. The cavalry was on its way. Her mom and grandpa were going to come help us change the tire. If we got it changed before they got there, we would meet them in Hope, where we would trade vehicles and continue on our way to Kamloops. 

So we kept trying. Right before we gave up, a tow truck pulled over! Eleah and Karlee jumped up and down for joy. We asked him if he could help, and he said yes. Our Knight in Shining Armor had a REAL car jack, and got the rest of the job done with ease and swiftness. We were back in business. Of course, we had to drive 50K on the freeway to get to Hope, then go back the way we came, the whole ordeal adding about an extra 3 hours to the trip.

Lesson #1 - You need proper tools

Lesson #2 - When dad says "Oh, you need new tires soon, eh?" ... YOU NEED NEW TIRES! 

Bread is on the rise

"Man cannot live on bread alone..."

Too bad the Safeway Bakery doesn't know that!

As a recently hired Bakers' Helper, I've been shocked at the amount of bread people eat.

I usually work a 6 - 1 shift. From 6-8/9, I'm deep-frying and icing donuts. Next, 9-10:30 is setting up frozen donuts and bagels for the next day. After a half hour break, I slice, package, and bag bread and buns until 1!

I never realized how many different kinds of bread and buns there are. Parisian Baguettes, Mountain Grain, 7 Grain, 12 Grain, Hotbread, Jalapeno and Cheddar Focaccia... and all of it sells every day! One of the funniest things I've encountered is with the French Bread. The mixer makes a large batch of French Dough, and from that it gets made into Kaiser Buns, Parisian Baguettes, French Baguettes, French Bread, and more. So the only difference in those products is the shape and size!

Granted, there are lots of people in the Aldergrove area, but how many of them are allergic to Gluten, or just don't like bread? I remember the good old days, there was White bread, and there was Brown bread. Now we've got 18 million Grain bread, and bread without flour. Who knew that was possible? Well, I guess if the kneed arises...

 

Gloom

 

Why is it that when you're sick, everything seems to have a dark shade pulled over it? Things that usually will make you laugh are somehow no longer funny. The people that you like to be around become annoyances, distracting you from sleep; and the things you usually find joy in are just interruptions that keep you from wallowing in misery. It's interesting how a simple (but still dreadful) head-cold can make one feel like they are dying.

A few days ago I came down with a cold. At first I thought it was just allergies, but when the stuffy nose and pounding head persisted through the night (no matter the amount of different pills I took), I was forced to accept my fate. After two days it was so bad I couldn't go to work. I couldn't even sleep. I was reduced to a congested and ailing mess, surrounded by more Kleenex's than I even knew we had. The weather then took a turn for the worse. I'm convinced that this overcast and dreary day was pulled along in the wake of my sickness. Somehow bad weather always comes with illness. The above pictures were taken on gloomy rainy days, but they're still nice. If I were to go to those places now, I would not enjoy myself. I would probably be thinking something like "Ha! Now everyone else has to be gloomy just like me." rather than "Mm a lovely spring shower."

"Health is not valued till sickness comes." - Thomas Fuller. 

How true is that. Only a few days ago I was happy and alive, taking walks in forests and smiling. Now, my body has been taken hostage by some crazy virus that is determined to conquer me. I'm too young to die of a head-cold. Oh I can see the headlines now.

p.s. Yes, some of these sentences aren't very coherent. I know. But I'm sick. Give me a break.

The Battle of Waterloo

The name of this post was thought of by Kody 

(my brother), because he says the valley looks like part of his video 

game where they fight at Waterloo.

One of my favorite places to take pictures is a valley down the road from my house. The photo on the top is the beginning. Going down the hill and to the left takes you through a forest and past a creek. Eventually it comes up to a small field. Through the field and into another part of the forest are a few trails, leading in different directions. 

My favorite path is the one that goes straight down the valley, and up the hill. It wanders a bit through some bushes and trees, and heads through a small gate adorned with blackberry bushes. Then it comes up to the picture on the bottom. Another large field, completely open and empty except for four trees. The top of that hill looks out over a part of Abbotsford that isn't fully developed yet. And on a clear day, (even a not-so-clear day) there stands Baker, big as anything, backed on all sides by more mountains. Blue and green and grey, often with white tips. The kind of mountains that look like they came straight out of a painting.

All of these places have one thing in common: They allow me to be in the quiet and truly focus on praying. Praying has always been hard for me, there's always something around to distract me. People, music, the TV, the computer; all man-made things. But when the distractions are God-made, it's so much easier to relax and let the thoughts flow, while still remaining on track.

"I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in." - George Washington Carver

I only went out for a walk

Hellooooo there.

(Am I supposed to use a greeting? I guess it doesn't matter. If you can't tell... I'm new at this. I apologize for the lack of flow. Also, I typed this all out once already and lost it. So if I seem brief, it's because in my mind I said this already.) Well, I thought I'd start by telling a bit about myself and the meaning of my Blog title.

Over the last couple of years, I have found myself often with a camera in my hand. If you look through my computer, you will find more than a few pictures of rocks, trees, flowers, and the like. I'm not quite sure how this interest developed. Perhaps I was bored once, and saw the camera looking quite lonesome on a sunny day. As it were, photography became my "thing". Apparently I have a good eye. 

After awhile of proving my salt with an incompetent photographic device (a bulky, old digital camera with a tiny screen and short battery-life), my parents decided to buy me my own for Grad. Nothing too fancy. A semi-slim HP, with a wonderfully large screen (albeit a slightly infuriating delay on night-time pictures). I started to carry it in my purse, and in jacket pockets. Often when I'd whip out my camera, someone would say something like "why would you take a picture of THAT?". Later on, they would see the picture and comment on how nice it is.

One of the beautiful things about nature photography, is that you have to be outside! I love the outdoors; the smell of the air, the feel of the ground, the warmth of the sun (the chill of the rain?). But I occasionally have trouble being motivated enough to go outside, unless for some important purpose. Having a camera in hand gets me out there. A walk down the road, a wander into the bush, even a drive down a back road; it sets me in motion and gets me thinking. Most of the time, I'll take the picture, then stand for quite some time praising God. It is SO amazing. It is unbelievable. It blows my mind. I am learning to find beauty in things that most people pass by without a thought.

The description of my Blog title (and also a bit of a description of myself), is one of my new favorite quotes. "I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in." - John Muir.

I only went out for a walk, and I've returned with a camera full of God's artwork. 

Tomorrow, I'll go out again.