Sunday sun day morning...

Lord, I will trust you, help me in my journey beyond the familiar and into the unknown. Give me faith to leave the old ways and break fresh ground with you. Amen. (From our pilgrimage prayer book)

This morning, in my room after breakfast, and preparing for a very busy day to Glendalough, Saint Bridgets Cathedral, Saint Bridgets well and Saint Kevins way.  One of our pilgrims was formally a Catholic priest and is now very involved in his Episcopal Church at Whidby Island.  He will be doing his sermon today as we worship along the way.

Today I reflected back on a book of prayers that Greg Geare had given me when I was in high school.   It is the work of a French Catholic priest and it is a book I’ve kept my whole life. As I reflect on my busy life this morning I googled his name and this prayer came up. It speaks to me now, in this stage of my life, but it also reminds me to take essential parts of this pilgrimage back to my busy life.

http://pastorpaulkcc.blogspot.com/2013/05/time-poem-prayer-by-michael-quoist.html?m=1

Time (a poem / prayer by Michael Quoist)

All men complain that they haven't enough time.

They look at their lives from too human a point of view.

There is always time to do what God wants us to do,

but we must put ourselves completely into each moment that he offers us now.

I went out, Lord. Men were coming and going, walking and running.

Everything was rushing; cars, trucks, the street, the whole town.

Men were rushing not to waste time.

To catch up with time, to gain time.

Good bye, Sir, excuse me, I haven't time.

I'll come back, I can't wait, I haven't time.

I must end this letter - I haven't time.

I'd love to help you, but I haven't time.

I can't accept, having no time.

I can't think, I can't read, I'm swamped, I haven't time.

I'd like to pray, but I haven't time.

You understand, Lord, they simply haven't the time.

The child is playing, he hasn't time right now..later on...

The schoolboy has his homework to do, he hasn't time..later on...

The student had his courses, and so much work...later on...

The young man is at his sports, he hasn't time...later on...

The young married man has his new house; he has to fix it up, he hasn't time...later on..

The grandparents have their grandchildren, they haven't time... later on...

They are dying, they have no...

Too late!...They have no more time!

And so all men run after time, Lord.

They pass through life running - hurried, jostled, overburdened, frantic,

and they never get there. They haven't time.

In spite of all their efforts they're still short of time.

Of a great deal of time.

Lord, you must have made a mistake in your calculations.

There is a big mistake somewhere. The hours are too short, the days are too short.

Our lives are too short.

You who are beyond time, Lord, you smile to see us fighting it.

And you know what you are doing.

You make no mistakes in your distribution of time to men.

You give each one time to do what you want him to do.

But we must not lose time

waste time,

kill time,

For time is a gift that you give us,

But a perishable gift,

A gift that does not keep.

Lord, I have time,

I have plenty of time,

All the time that you give me,

The years of my life, the days of my years, the hours of my days.

They are all mine.

Mine to fill, quietly, calmly,

But to fill completely, up to the brim.

To offer them to you, that of their insipid water You may make a rich

wine as you made once in Galilee.

I am not asking you tonight, Lord, for time to do this and then that,

but your grace to do conscientiously, in the time that you give,

what you want me to do.

Numbness...

It is Saturday morning and I am retreating to my room this morning.  In a few hours, we start our trip to learn about Saint Bridget  but my energy is low.  A cup of instant coffee  and a protein bar will suffice.

Last night, I was restless so I read into the night.  “What makes a young, Cambridge educated woman first join a religious order and then, if that were not demanding enough, seek a hermit vocation, literally on the edge of the world with only a simple hut as protection against Atlantic winds and storms?”  The Anglican nun Verona Schiller takes me on her journey of solitude and retreat.

It helps me reflect on the frenetic nature of my life and how little time I take to step back and evaluate the beauties right before me.  I think for me, my Sunday time at St Luke‘s church fills that void.  It forces me to sit still for a while and just listen.   It helps me reflect on the last week, it’s challenges and opportunities.   It’s a time for me to be thankful for all my many blessings.  It brings me together with a community of like-minded people bonded in spirituality.   

When I get home, I will re-read Anne Morrow  Lindbergh’s  book Gift from the Sea which I’ve read so many times throughout my life.  Each time I read it, I gain perspective  about ways I can reduce my stress and enjoy my life more fully, being conscious of the present moment. So true on this journey I have been consumed with learning, looking up things on my cell phone about each place we have visited, each saint, each historical event and each new “word”, concept, or philosophy that was previously foreign to me. 

Today, I strive to stay in the moment as I experience it and not feel bound to enhance my  knowledge until a later time. It seems this will enhance my journey here, to dive deeper into the moment.

R.S. Thomas poem shared by Teresa

R. S. Thomas, Welsh poet

I have seen the sun break through

to illuminate a small field

for a while, and gone my way

and forgotten it. But that was the

pearl of great price, the one field that had

treasure in it. I realise now

that I must give all that I have

to possess it. Life is not hurrying on

 to a receding future, nor hankering after

an imagined past. It is the turning aside like Moses to the miracle of the lit bush, to a brightness

that seemed as transitory as your youth once, but is the eternity that awaits you.

St. Brynach’s and St. Non

Some days, I find my head spins.  This is partially because I have not been in the Episcopal church for very long to know all their rites and rituals (in high church) that are different from the Catholic church.  There are new words to learn/digest and questions I encounter every day on this journey and it’s helpful because there are so many deacons, priests, and long time Episcopalians along this journey.

I’m thankful for meeting Leslie from Australia who is an ordained minister there and she is one who has rallied for women priests in the Episcopal church there.  She’s taking me by the hand and helping me through some of the liturgy in the “high church” services.  She has been a gift to me on this journey. 

Today, I had lunch with Jackie (and Monnie) from No. Carolina.  She is an ordained deacon. I was curious to talk with them because Jackie’s church survived the growing pains and break up of a church who had gone through the same things that St Luke’s went through as a congregation. Half the church disagreed on the role of women as priests and gay marriage.  Although I was not at St Luke’s when they went through the divisive breakup, the details are strikingly similar. 

She told me of their fundraising effort’s and their strategies on how they raised enough money to get their church out of debt. She and Monnie also shared about the grueling processes they went through to become deacons which took over three years.  They also shared about how they came to realize that that was the path they wanted to take. 

I’m finding this pilgrimage is so much more than I thought it would be: lessons steeped in history, ecclesiastical history, liturgical rites and ceremonies, lives of saints...but also human relations as we 20 people interact with each other. Our ages range from 50 something through 80 something ...and each person brings their life experiences and a graciousness about sharing with each other.

Then there are the individuals that Frank and Theresa have chosen to share their knowledge with us as we travel along this path. They are a rich, rich part of this journey.  A perfect example today is Steve Watkins from Nevern whose family dates 100 or more years in St. Brynach’s church.  In his inimitable style, he told us not only of the history of Saint Brynach (as little was written), but also of the history of the church through the centuries.  It was a fascinating journey he took us on as he told of the early beginnings of the Celtic church, the cell communities, the building of a structure, the expansion of structure, the attacks of the Vikings, the arrival of the Norsemen, and finally the Romans.  History was interwoven with a sense of humor (Pilgrims were compared to hippies of the 60s) as well as interspersed with architectural details.  It all worked.  Then we walked the pilgrim path to the site where they kneeled to touch the rock Cross in the stone.  He then took us to the place where the feet of the pilgrims wore the stone thin.  It is at this place that I looked down, in a heart shape stone was at my feet.  

We then returned to Saint David’s where Janet Ingrahm let us down the pilgrims path to the holy well of Saint Non.  Once again, the records of oral tradition and the stories told from ages to ages, coming down generations, shaped our journey.  She would stop and ask for a time of prayer and then that would bring the discussion of history and folklore into an understanding of where we were on the path today. In a word, it was exquisite. She was so thoughtful, reflective, articulate... it drew us all in.

I believe that I am not alone in knowing why I am on this path at this stage of my life but I do know that this is exactly what I need at this stage of my life. 

I know that in my transition from Catholicism to the Episcopal church that I had so much pain that I need to resolve.  It is not easy to leave leave one’s childhood’s faith when it is so ingrained in who you are.  Yet the beauty I’ve discovered is that my church doesn’t require that I leave anything behind ... but invites me to bring the richness of those experiences to the new experiences of a more open and less judgmental church.  

So here I am today, a wandering pilgrim, looking to enhance my relationship to God, just as the pilgrims did on their journeys.

Ps excuse typos, voice texting... and it’s late

A day at St. David’s Cathedral

Today was day two of our pilgrimage and we met at 10:30 to walk to Saint David’s cathedral. As I came down the hill and turned the corner, the sight of this cathedral almost took my breath away.  

As we entered the cathedral for the choral matin service, it felt as if I was stepping back in time.  That was true for my understanding of how the structure changed throughout history as David’s very early monastery cells became a little church soon to be plundered by the Normans and then rebuilt by the Romans.  I was also stepping back to a very conservative, traditional service.  My church at St. Luke’s of the Mountains is such a modern church with contemporary songs and a band.  This choir was dressed in full robes and had candles lit before them and behind them. Quite remarkable!  

Since most of my years were spent in a Catholic Church, some of the Anglican rites were foreign to me.  Still, I could barely recite words to readings or sing the traditional hymns.  I feel so overwhelmed by this very tradition and the beauty of the music. I could barely speak when it was over.  

I returned in the evening for Choral Evensong which again centered me within the “high church” practices and ceremony.

As Teresa warned us, some of our days would be filled with so many impressions and experiences and it is true, but only when the day is done, can I sift through all my thoughts and impressions.  When I returned to my room after dinner, I reflected how “Roman” this service was and far from the very early days of Celtic Christianity.  Our docent gave us some wonderful information on the history of the church.  He commented that David would have not have approved  how he was depicted in his sculpture.  He was depicted as a high bishop in formal robes, instead of the garb of a simple man.  

An exhausting, beautiful day!

Celtic Sunrise by Diana Leatham

Celtic Sunrise; An Outline of Celtic Christianity by Diana Leatham

• Though they had a profound love of learning, the pre-Christian Celts never thought of writing. pg. 18
• Monasteries in the Celtic sense of the world meant groups of men of women--families--who were housed in viallages of squat little bee-hive cells, oeach occuped by oneor more monks or nuns." pg. 19
• pre-christian stones were upright structures used to mark graves or important places. St. Martin was one of the first to use these structures and have them incised with Chi-Rho (pg. 24)
• Two of finest are crosses at Nerran and Carew in Pembrokeshire. pg 25
• The date of Christmas was decided about the 4th century following the pagan feast of the sun's birthday (pg. 52)
• if traditional Gildas followed is based on fact Christianity reached Britain only 6 years after the cruxifiction!  pg. 54
• Monastic settlements in Wales 5th century. Among the earliest were Llanfeugan, by Irish disciples of St. Niniam and a school run by St. Brychan.  King Arthur in 5th century won 12 victories against the Picts and Scots, setting stage for the age of saints pg. 61
• St. David attended synod 560 at Brevi in Cardiganshire.  Became the ecclesiasstical head of all South Wales.  Holy, loving, kindness Soul friend, Confessor,
• St. Hya, one of earliest saints revered in Cornwall. St. Teath, St, Keyne
• St. Patrick, converted all of Ireland in 30 years; brought invention of writing, latin alphabet, law, folklore, learning, scriptures, theology and the classics.
• St. Brigid, founded Kildare 5th century. travelled as much as Patrick, supervising settlements. Befriended Conlaeth first bishop to live under an abbess. metalworker, chalices, patens, book rests, covers hand bells
• St. Brendan one of St. Finian's Twelve Apostles of Ireland; voyages to explore the ATlantic

First day ... alone in Cardiff

It is my first morning in Cardiff Wales and I reviewed the first chapter of a book by Christine Painter called the Soul’s Slow Ripening.  It has 12 chapters of practices for seeking the sacred moments n our lives. The first chapter deals with crossing thresholds. By being aware of each threshold we cross, such as sleep to waking, moving from room to room, activity to activity, Painter encourages me to take time to reflect on what was before and what comes after. By doing that I will rekindle what is so often lost on our busy lives.  This will help me pause and center myself to be fully conscious in this journey.

One of my all-time favorite books was Anne Morrow Lindbergh‘s Gift from the Sea and I remember this quote: “what circus acts we women perform, every day of our lives.”   Through this pilgrimage, I hope to step aside from my busy life in order to enhance consciousness of the beautiful and challenging moments in my life. 

So tomorrow I leave on a trip that was introduced to me by the book group at St. Luke's of the Mountains Episcopal Church in La Crescenta.  This has been my spiritual home since 2011, when on Mothers' Day, Bishop Diane came to speak.  My friend Donna knew I was floating and floundering for several years, unsatisfied with my "childhood church."  But something happened to me on this day...it was a day full of grace as I attended this service, then met with Michael Downey near LMU, called my ex-husband's wife and wished her a happy Mother's Day and to thank her for being a loving step-Mom to Lissa and Mindy.  In addition, it was a day of confusion and sadness as I met with my brother-in-law to try and understand why he was leaving my sister.

Since that day and whenever I am in town, I attend Sunday service at St.. Luke's.  Often we have a book discussion at 8:45 and this last year, Father Hartshorn Murphy suggested that we read this book by J. Philip Newell "Listening to the Heartbeat of God:  A Celtic Spirituality."   He had just returned from a Celtic pilgrimage and was eager to share his experiences with us.  Fast forward to February of 2019, I was searching for the trip he went on...and although there was a waiting list, I contacted the organizers to add my name to the list.  I mentioned Hartshorn and there was an immediate welcome!  As things turned out, one pilgrim had some serious health issues and a spot was open.  And now, tomorrow, I leave.  There is an expression that "God works in mysterious ways" and so true it was.

In preparation for my trip, I picked up my book and finished the few chapters I had missed and scanned through the earlier chapters.  It reminded me of the basic differences between the early Celtic religions and that of the traditional Roman church.  Here are some of my notes from my coffee stained, dog-eared paperback.

• these prayers reflect elements of creation as attributed to St. Columba and St. Patrick "continually portray the elements of the earth as evidence of God's grace and goodness and see God in the ordinary and everyday instead of exclusively in the Church." pg. 5
• Pelagius "the image of God can been seen in every newborn..." (England's first prominent theologian, Celtic Christian, 4th century)  for an excerpt from his writings see https://rvjart.com/tag/pelagius/  "look at the animals roaming the forest: God's spirit dwells within them"  Taught women to read scripture. Taught "every child is conceived and born in the image of God."
• In Celtic mission priests permitted to marry, distinction between religious between priests and lay people were not hard and fast, women help positions of leadership in the church.
• Monks of Iona most probably worked on the Book of Kells in year 800; 8th and 9th century saw Celtic crosses.
• The Roman church tried to obliterate the Gaelic language, its customs, prayers and stories.  
• Macleod great influence on the church in Scotland. "God is the life of life...Spiritual awareness then, was about being aware of God in the midst of the change and movement and flow of life, in the rising of the morning sun, in the work and relationships of daily life, in the great struggles of society and nation, in alertness to the interior life of the soul, in times of rest and sleep, and even dreaming."  pg. 76  In 1938, he made the decision to rebuild the ancient abbey on Iona, where in the 6th century St. Columba had based his Celtic mission. pg. 82
• MacLeod's prayer:  from The Glory in the Grey https://standrewscobourg.ca/2016/08/prayer-the-glory-in-the-grey/

Moving forward with Konmari!

Only now, six years after retirement and one grandchild in kindergarten, I am free to declutter this home in a major way.  A few years ago, I started with Anne Cain after reading her books and listening to her CD.  We completed clothes, books, kitchen but stalled on papers and everything else.  Her Netflix show encouraged me to start over, purging even more.  It is an amazing process and I am feeling "lighter" by shedding so much.  I am listing things I’ll be free to do after Konmari completed!  Some of these were echoed in my retirement list.


Cricut classes and projects
Ukelele lessons and practice
Learn to draw
Gardening
Garden crafts
Crafting
Make pin jewelry from old button box and old pieces of jewelry
Make soap
Harvest garden projects


Continue:
Genealogy
Write Mom and Dad’s story
Write Manu’s story
Digitize genealogy papers and tag
Update genealogy software
Organize all photos

To do: Stain front bench/pew
Convert grandpa's banjo book to uke chords
video t DVD/what is done? what not?
convert audio records with Marcia's converter

Reflections on Ireland, 2017

As my trip to Ireland comes to a close, I feel so grateful. 

·      I am grateful that several years ago, I took the plunge and listied my home on homeexchange.com and was contacted by a wonderful Irish family for this exchange.  We loved the town of Tralee, a working Irish town with a character all its own.  I loved walking around and shopping in their markets and shops thinking no one thought I was a tourist (ha!).

·      The first day, I went into a yarn store in town and the women were all speaking in Gaelic.  As I browsed I was struck by the “lilt of Irish laughter” of women who probably have known each other all their lives.  I purchased some blue yarn to make a crocheted flower for my daughter Mindy’s crocheted wedding bouquet.  I told her what I was doing and showed her a photo.  A few days later when I stopped in again, she was crocheting a flower!  Since my yarn was variegated, it had not turned out how I liked.  She shared a pattern I can use to make a necklace she was wearing.  I had admired it and she told me she had made it that morning using the same type of yarn I purchased.  She then shared her pattern for the flower she was making! 

·      I am so grateful for my friend Mary Margaret.  I never fully realized how “Irish” she and her family are….  There is always a twinkling in their eyes and a sense of Irish humor that is so characteristic of the Irish!  I felt like she is living is just the next town…and each time I see her, it will remind me of the gracious people we met here in Ireland.

·      I am so grateful that Jeff shared this experience with me.  He drove on the “other” (not wrong) side of the road with some trepidation at first but mastered it quickly!  I can’t tell you how many tractors we faced on the roads (maybe 20-30!) but it was a constant reminder that we were in rural western Ireland.  He is so fun to travel with.

·      I am grateful to Jeff for introducing me to geocaching.  We explored so many byways off the beaten track and away from tour busses and loads of people.  Some of the caches we found left us in awe and it was incredible to be experiencing that for the first time alone.  I am thankful to all the great geocachers who took the time to include so much history on their sites so that we had a good introduction to the history of each site.

·      Having family enjoy this trip with me was so special.  Amy and Christian joined us for a week and Janet came the last week.  They were all such good sports, trekking off the beaten track with us for geocaches as well as coming up with their own ideas to enjoy such as a walk in the park, a trip to Cork, a wonderful stay in Galway, shopping and exploring.  Sisters Kathy, Patty and Susie followed along with us virtually and we loved their comments and likes!

·      We barely left County Kerry.  We sampled County Clare,  County Cork and today, County Limerick.  We travelled so many country roads that left us with memories of times past and present. 

·      This heritage trip made me grateful that my ancestors escaped the harsh conditions of the potato famine years and braved the hard journey over the rough seas for a better life and future.  We walked some of the roads they walked, visited the Father Mathew statue in Cork commemorating our gg grandfather Jeremiah “Darby” who, like thousands others,  took the pledge not to drink.  He kept that pledge all his life.  We loved walking around Cork and in the harbor area where no doubt, they also walked.  To look out at the harbor yesterday, where they left on their journeys, triggered strong emotions.  I loved every moment and will carry this trip in my heart forever.

Reviewing my "retirement" list from July 2012

So many people wonder what they will do to fill their time when they retire.  I was encouraged to make a list.  It was long!  Now, with a full schedule of grandparenting and an active garden and bees to tend to, I wonder how I ever worked?!

Adult literacy

Art classes --  June 1, 2016 signed up for a Craftsy class on how to draw

Backyard homestead --  busy all the time with 6 chickens, 12 fruit trees, avocado trees, berries, veggies....

Bees  -- Bee adventure began May 25th 2016 when we picked up our first two new nucleus hives

Blogging/Writing -- Continuing to write in my Morning pages (sporadically) and in my Book clutter blog.  Bcllutter.blogspot.com

Crafting

Desert adventures -- I love the high desert and our cabin that we retreat to.  Fun to unwind, sort papers, work on projects and enjoy the desert life


Dinner in the oven when jeff walks in the door -- Not so much.  Will work on that!

Exercise and health -- Lost 22 pounds since November 2015.  Loving my Fitbit

Foxfire Arts

Gardening -- I had a fantastic winter garden.  Today, June 2, will plant more veggies since some creature destroyed my April plantings.  

Genealogy and Family Stories

Grandparenting (hint!) -- Oh My!  Cosmo and Indigo are the lights of my life!  I babysit anywhere between three and four days a week.

Home decorating -- With my Glendale freelance and Infopeople monies, I invested in our home with a new roof (2012), new driveway and extended porch (2014), odd repairs, and now looking at resurfacing the pool (2016)

Knitting

Mammoth adventures -- I broke my arm while Spring skiing in 2013.  Very painful.  Took a few years off and have pledged to lose another 28 pounds before I get on skis again this Winter

Movies...Independent Films and Documentaries

Photo organization

Piano

Reading -- Trying to put down that darn smart phone and read more.  Blogging reading on http://bookclutter.com

Sewing

Soap making

Travel -- The usuals... Mammoth, Bay area, Desert... but also took an awesome trip to Maine and Santa Fe.

Ukulele

Volunteerism:  PDHC and Adult Literacy

Google: "Define Retirement"

On the first day of my "retirement" from a lifetime of service to libraries, I couldn't help but check out the definition.  Google: define retirement  ;-)


re·tire [ri-tahyuhr]  verb, re·tired,re·tir·ing, noun, verb (used without object)1.  to withdraw, or go away or apart, to a place of privacy,shelter, or seclusion: He retired to his study.2.  to go to bed: He retired at midnight.3.  to withdraw from office, business, or active life, usuallybecause of age: to retire at the age of sixty.4.  to fall back or retreat in an orderly fashion and according toplan, as from battle, an untenable position, danger, etc.5.  to withdraw or remove oneself: After announcing the guests,the butler retired.

Initially, I found I didn't like any of those definitions...   I am not withdrawing from life or heading into a place of seclusion, going to bed, or looking forward to falling back or retreating.  

Yet then again, when I reread these definitions, I find there is some truth:  I am heading down a path to a unique place of privacy,  falling "forward" into a retreat when I no longer have to battle budget issues, staffing inadequacies, and campus politics.  

I like the definition of Dr. Jack D. Williams, a clinical psychologist, when he says:  

"retirement is the career change you make when you are no longer required to work full time and you have some freedom to choose the life that you want to live. Retirement is a career change because it has all the practical hallmarks of a career change, such as the need for planning, the need to learn about your own strengths and priorities, the need for networking, the change in income, the need to try out new things, and the choice of a new direction."    http://www.jackdwilliamsphd.com/aboutretirementcoaching/definingretirement.html

You are free to follow me on this adventure as I explore this next stage in my "career of life."  ...today I began with updating my Linked in profile, refiring Blogger to see how it has changed.  But now head to the garden before the intense heat breaks through...

Life begins again...

Adult literacy
Art classes
Backyard homestead
Bees
Blogging/Writing
Crafting
Desert adventures
Dinner in the oven when jeff walks in the door
Exercise and health
Foxfire Arts
Gardening
Genealogy and Family Stories
Grandparenting (hint!)
Home decorating
Knitting
Mammoth adventures
Movies...Independent Films and Documentaries
Photo organization
Piano
Reading
Sewing
Soap making
Travel
Ukulele
Volunteerism:  PDHC and Adult Literacy

Notes from Lake Quinalt...many moons ago

Random papers, surfacing now and again
Notes of where I am going, places where I've been
One of many, notes to keep
I have miles to go, before I sleep!

Lake Quinalt and coastal Washington
from Belfair it is 125 miles...2 1/2 hours drive
Out of Shelton, take the road to Matlock (102)...pretty country roads
1/2 hour from Aberdeen; South to Lake Quinalt Lodge
Dinner in the Roosevelt Room
Since it was late, we took a little hike to the Bridge...just beyond lodge on the east side of the road. Our room had no tv and a claw and ball bathtub...luxurious!
You can continue 11 miles and through the rain forest, Fletcher Creek...4 miles on a gravel road

monday headed on past South Beach and to Kalaloch for Crunchy French Toast breakfast
If we return, we liked cabins 1 and 9; 15 was really remote...
North to Beach Trail #4...our favorite...collected sand for Dr. Dave Douglass's sand collection at PCC...http://www.paccd.cc.ca.us/instadmn/physcidv/geol_dp/dndougla/SAND/SANDHP.htm

Notes from summer

Each year we spend time with the Laun family at the Hood Canal...

I just ran across the list I made of all we did...

Crabbing...but only 1 keeper...
Danny's primo clams...no water in pot...just herbs and butter...
Dewatto trip via Seabeck and Holly
geocacheing along the way
Jeff's skydiving with POPS...and Darreld
Amy and Morgan...overnight and thrift store shopping
Allyn knit shop
Egg farm on Elfendahl
Once city one story...reading marathon
Scrabble
Spite and malice
Janna and Tahuya visit
road closed!
Wendy and Jody visit
Elfendahl closed due to flood damage...parklike
new kayaks
St. Vinnie's
Schuettke family reunion
Blackberries and jelly
Saves a lot!
Pleasant harbor
Wetlands walk
Olympics
Settlers of Catan