Saturday, December 21, 2013

Saddle Mound Details

Saddle Mound is a mountain summit in Jackson County in the state of Wisconsin (WI). Saddle Mound climbs to 1,381 feet (420.93 meters) above sea level. Saddle Mound is located at latitude - longitude coordinates (also called lat - long coordinates or GPS coordinates) of N 44.349684 and W -90.503466.
Anyone attempting to climb Saddle Mound and reach the summit should look for detailed information on the Saddle Mound area in the topographic map (topo map) and the Hatfield SE USGS quad. To hike and explore the Wisconsin outdoors near Saddle Mound, check the list of nearby trails.



Yesterday, I hiked to the top and rappelled down the rock face.

What a super awesome day!





Monday, December 16, 2013

I just wanted to let everyone know I have enjoyed reading your blogs and learning more about your passions.  Thank you for sharing your perspective.  I have decided to keep my blog open after the finish of this semester. I am not sure how often I will post but I plan to use this social media to share pictures and stories during my upcoming trip out west in May of 2014.  It was nice getting to know all of you. Feel free to stay connected.

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Final Argumentative Essay Draft - Work to Live, Not Live to Work

        How many times have you said; “there just isn’t enough time in the day?”  We have become so busy with school, or our careers and family, that we couldn’t possibly find time to consider doing anything more than we already do.  All of us have become time poor.  We are slaves to debt, material possessions, and social placement.  We have allowed what we do for a living to consume who we are and define us.  We are completely missing out on the real experience of why we are alive in the first place.  We are not here just to exist, but to enjoy life.
        Most people that I know work a full time job or are in school full time, or both.  We all have family and peer obligations and every one of us gets trapped in a daily commute of some sort.  Our rushed lifestyle becomes a constant chase of time, and as time goes by it always leaves us with the familiar feeling that there never will be enough of it to do all of the things that we think we need to do before we die.  How will we ever escape from our daily grind when there is only twenty-four hours in a day and we are busy for all of them?  Where will we ever find the time to be free?
Harris Interactive conducted global online surveys on behalf of the travel websites: Expedia and JetBlue.  These surveys show that Americans consider travel and vacationing as if it is an unaffordable luxury and not a necessity.  Fifty-seven percent of working Americans had unused vacation time at the end of 2011, with most leaving an average of seventy percent of allowed time off to go unused.  Twenty-three percent of those who end up skipping time off use the excuse that their work load is too demanding and they are banking time for future use when their employers demand less of them.  Even an illogical thinker would deduce that the more you sacrifice of yourself, the more you will end up loosing in the end.  I assure you, these managers you expire yourself for take their vacations and use their time off.  Career Builder did a survey in June of 2012 that showed eighty-one percent of the managers surveyed had at that time already taken their time off of had their time off planned.  That is profound in comparison to the sixty-five percent of their employees who will not get to enjoy their time allowed.  Additionally thirty-seven percent of these corporate managers said they expect their “valued employees” to check in by email, text, or phone while on vacation.  Then, there is always the “fail safe” or “go to” excuse that nineteen percent of these hard working Americans use; they think they simply cannot afford to take time off.  Furthermore, with the unemployment rate as high as it is, many people fear using their vacation time because they do not want to be replaced.  It has become “water cooler satire” for co-workers to brag about their dedication to their job in direct correlation to the time it consumes.  For example you might hear something like: “I haven’t taken a vacation in ten years”.  But what do they have to show for it? Unsurmountable debt, gray hair and wrinkles, a bad attitude towards humanity, an addiction to antacid and energy drinks, and a bulging waste line from the quick and easy lunches you took too much time to eat.  It is a travesty that any one could joke about such a sad sacrifice of life just for the love of money.
Occasionally you will find that rare individual who prefers a high-pressure, fast-paced lifestyle.  Even these people will admit that there are times they wish they could just run away from it all.  Choosing not to take time to yourself can lead to health risks, a decrease in productivity and the good likelihood of carrier burn out.  Chronic stress causes your sleep to suffer.  You stay awake at night checking your list of to do’s in your head, remembering the things you didn’t have time for the day before.  You lie awake recreating a new list of things to do for tomorrow; the next thing you know the alarm clock buzzed and the reality of this unending list becomes the first thing on your mind.  You become a stressed out pile of mess before you even crawl out of bed.  In your haste you completely forget to be grateful for the things you have as you race to chase the things you think you need.  Loosing sleep can also alter your digestive patterns; which in turn drastically changes your body structure.  You eventually become mentally exhausted, irritable, depressed and anxious.  Then your memory begins to fade and you start to make less thought out decisions because you’re just too tired.   You will grow increasingly less desirable to others; leaving you with the feeling of isolation even when you’re not alone.  You become trapped in the nothingness between work and not work and the rest of your life becomes the collateral damage of your career or choice for higher education. 
We choose to cling to certainty and to the things we know.  We conform to a time consuming schedule that robs us of our spirit and passion for living.  We choose to become prisoner to routine, promising ourselves that we will find the time someday; to travel, escape the daily grind and leave our cares behind.  We make these false promises to ourselves as if we are dangling carrots in order to lead ourselves like a horse to the finish line.  Where is this finish line we are rushing towards? Is it death?  Is this all there is to life?  We forget why we are working so hard and on a deeper level we mindlessly surrender to the fact that we feel we absolutely have to keep this pace in order to just merely get by.  We loose track of how little we actually need to survive, while we justify the consumption of life on it.  We completely overlook the endless possibilities for travel and adventure, and we miss out on the narcotic feeling of wanderlust as our spirit for life fades and we race to our death.  People drop dead every day never having known anything more than school, work, marriage and children.  They never chose to take the time to feel freedom from any of those things.  Refuse to leave this world having that regret.  Remove the wonder of  what could have been that so many face during their last breath.
                Henry David Thoreau wrote: “Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.”  We should embrace the song within us.  We need to stop making excuses and just go.  We need to stop waiting for that perfect moment in time that never seems to arrive.  We also have to stop telling ourselves our time will come when are able to save up enough money.  We must give up being a slave to the financial save and the wait for time to magically appear out of nowhere.  These restraints are mystical creatures that do not exist.  It is time for us to face our fears and realign ourselves to see the importance of our personal freedom.  When we choose to take control of our circumstances; then, and only then will we ever be truly free and give up the lament for a life we might not see otherwise.  I am not suggesting we quit our jobs or drop out of school, but I am saying that every one of us should treat our time here on earth as though is it meant for the enjoyment of living.  Maybe we all need to learn how to be a little more selfish. Because, how else are we to ever truly able to discover what we really want out of life when we’re constantly living to please everyone but ourselves?  Furthermore, if you somehow manage to be selfish, you shouldn’t feel guilty because of it, this is your life after all.  It is completely acceptable to leave your work and family in the care of another to invest in yourself.  If you don’t take advantage of your freedom and do what makes you happy then you will inevitably end up feeling lost and empty inside.  Dr. Cynthia Thaik writes: “Taking time off will revive your spirit, rejuvenate your body, recharge your mind and soothe your soul”.  So, step away from the current challenges you face so you can reproach them with a fresh perspective.  Take time to figure yourself out and realize what you desire from your time here on earth. You only get one life and it belongs to you, so do whatever it takes to generate the best quality of existence possible.  Life is a compilation of continuous risk so spend more time taking the risks that excite you and make you come alive.  You might possibly rediscover who you are and deepen the connection you are supposed to have with your heart, mind, body and spirit. 
My writings are inspired by the passion I feel about exploring my personal freedom.  In exactly one hundred and forty-six days I will be heading out west for four months.  There is no specific destination or plans.  I have a folder of endless research notes and an atlas with my highlighted potential travel routes.  Whenever possible I will not travel on interstates or main highways. I will seek out the roads and paths less traveled; my adventure will take place in some of the most beautiful and remote places that can only be discovered that way.  I will be traveling in a properly equipped over-land vehicle and by means of a folding mountain bike, as well as on foot or with climbing gear. I will be living out my research and achieving my dreams.  My life will be transformed by simplicity and if I survive, I will evolve a completely different human being. There has been a significant amount of preparation for this adventure and I still have so much to do before I can embark on this adventure.  My mind has become consumed by this journey and  in my heart, I am completely ready to feel this freedom.  I am taking this time off before graduation in order completely evaluate what is important to me in life.  I will have thrown myself into the wild and survived it. This time will be for taking a self inventory, and to create a person capable of handling the success I intend to achieve in the business world.  This will bring peace to whatever career choice I make. I will discover my purpose and become intimate with my passion for life.  I believe I will return knowing what I am supposed to be doing with my life, even if it is nothing as spectacular as my adventure.  I cannot really imagine how anything else in life can compare to this.  I truly hope to plan my life so that this is just the first of many adventures.  I hope my writing can inspire others to choose to experience the freedom they already possess.  I believe the world would be a better place if we all embraced our passion for life and fueled it with adventure, travel and the things that free us from social normality.  At least then, when we check back in with society and the daily grind, we are able to remember specifically why we allow so much time to pass in between these explosions of personal freedom.  In closing, please read the words of this poem written by Tylor Knott Gregson; 
“Promise me you will not spend so much time treading water and trying to keep your head above the waves that you forget, truly forget, how much you have always loved to swim.”







             

"Vacation, No Vacation, or Work-ation?" Vacation, No Vacation, or Work-ation? N.p., n.d. Web.  10 Dec. 2013.

 "Expedia® Vacation Deprivation® Findings by Country." Vacation Deprivation Survey Facts.  N.p., n.d. Web. 08 Dec. 2013.

"Recharge Your Mind Archives - Dr. Cynthia Thaik Believes That Each Individual Has an           Amazing Potential to Heal Themselves through Mindfulness." Dr Cynthia Thaik  
          Believes That Each Individual Has an Amazing Potential to Heal Themselves through  Mindfulness. N.p., n.d. Web. 11 Dec. 2013.

"Americans Work on Their Vacation." Harris Interactive: Harris Polls. N.p., n.d. Web. 11 Dec.  2013.

"Work, Stress and Health 2013: Protecting and Promoting Total Worker Health™." 
        Http://www.apa.org. N.p., n.d. Web. 11 Dec. 2013.

"Tyler Knott." Tyler Knott. N.p., n.d. Web. 11 Dec. 2013.


"CareerBuilder's 2013 U.S. Job Forecast Points to a Better, But Still Cautious Hiring Environment -                            
      CareerBuilder." CareerBuilder's 2013 U.S. Job Forecast Points to a Better, But Still Cautious  
      Hiring Environment - CareerBuilder. N.p., n.d. Web. 11 Dec. 2013.

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Brainstorming for Argumentitive Essay

              I really love the inspiration I felt when I was writing my cause and effect essay Work to Live, Not Live to Work.  I am very passionate about this topic because I am leaving in May of 2014; in exactly one hundred and fifty three days I will travel out west for four months.  I have no specific destination, I have a note book of endless research and an atlas with my highlighted interests and potential travel routes.  I don't plan to travel on interstates or main highways. I will be seeking out the paths less traveled. My adventure will take place in some of the most beautiful and remote places.  I will be traveling in a properly equipped over-land vehicle and by means of a folding mountain bike, as well as on foot or with climbing gear. I will be living out my research and my dreams.  My life will be transformed by simplicity and if I survive, I will evolve a completely different human being. I have so much to do before I can embark on this adventure and my mind is overwhelmed.  Yet in my heart, I am completely ready to leave.

                I am choosing to take this time off before graduation in order completely evaluate what is important to me in life.  This time is for taking a self inventory, and to create a person capable of handling the success I intend to achieve in the business world.  This will bring peace to whatever career choice I make.  I will be able to form and educated decision on what I truly desire out of life because I will have thrown myself into the wild and survived it.  I will discover my purpose and become intimate with my passion for life.  I believe I will return knowing what I am supposed to be doing with my life, even if it is nothing as spectacular as my adventure.  I couldn't imagine how anything else could compare to this experience.  I truly hope to plan my life so that this is just the first of many adventures.  I hope my writing can inspire others to choose to experience the freedom they already possess.

                Therefore I resubmit my previous blog on why it is important to work so that you can truly experience life and not become consumed by the endless paper chase.

                How many times have you said; “there just isn’t enough time in the day?”  We have become so busy with school, or our careers and family, that we couldn’t possibly find time to consider doing anything more than we already do.  All of us have become time poor.  We are slaves to debt, material possessions, and social placement.  We have allowed what we do for a living to consume who we are and define us.  We are completely missing out on the real experience of why we are alive in the first place.  We are not here just to exist, but to enjoy life.

                Most people I know work a full time job or are in school full time.  We all have family and peer obligations and every one of us gets trapped in a daily commute of some sort.  Our rushed lifestyle becomes a constant chase of time, and as time goes by it always leaves us with the familiar feeling that there never will be enough of it to do all of the things that we think we need to do before we die.  How will we ever escape from our daily grind when there is only twenty-four hours in a day and we are busy for all of them?  Where will we ever find the time to be free?

                We choose to cling to certainty and to the things we know.  We conform to a time consuming schedule that robs us of our spirit and passion for living.  We choose to become prisoner to routine, promising ourselves that we will find the time someday; to travel, escape the daily grind and leave our cares behind.  We make these false promises to ourselves as if we are dangling carrots in order to lead ourselves like a horse to the finish line.  Where is this finish line we are rushing towards? Is it death?  Is this all there is to life?  We forget why we are working so hard and on a deeper level we mindlessly surrender to the fact that we feel we absolutely have to keep this pace in order to merely get by.  We lose track of how little we actually need to survive, while we justify the consumption of life on it.  We completely overlook the endless possibilities for travel and adventure, and we miss out on the narcotic feeling of wanderlust as our spirit for life fades and we race to our death.  People drop dead every day never having known anything more than school, work, marriage and children.  They never chose to take the time to feel freedom from any of those things.  I refuse to leave this world with that regret.  I will not die wondering “what if”.

                Henry David Thoreau wrote: “Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.”  We should embrace the song within us.  We need to stop making excuses and just go.  We need to stop waiting for that perfect moment in time that never seems to arrive.  We also have to stop telling ourselves our time will come when are able to save up enough money.  We must give up being a slave to the financial save and the wait for time to magically appear out of nowhere.  These restraints are mystical creatures that do not exist.  It is time for us to face our fears and realign ourselves to see the importance of our personal freedom.  When we choose to take control of our circumstances; then, and only then will we ever be truly free and give up the lament for a life we might not see otherwise.  I am not suggesting we quit our jobs or drop out of school, but I am saying that every one of us should treat our time here on earth as though is it meant for the enjoyment of living.  The world would be a better place if we all embraced our passion for life and fueled it with adventure, travel and the things that free us from social normality.  At least then, when we check back in to society and the daily grind, we are able to remember specifically why we are doing it.

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Cause and Effect - Work to Live, Not Live to Work

                How many times have you said; “there just isn’t enough time in the day?”  We have become so busy with school, or our careers and family, that we couldn’t possibly find time to consider doing anything more than we already do.  All of us have become time poor.  We are slaves to debt, material possessions, and social placement.  We have allowed what we do for a living to consume who we are and define us.  We are completely missing out on the real experience of why we are alive in the first place.  We are not here just to exist, but to enjoy life.

                Most people I know work a full time job or are in school full time.  We all have family and peer obligations and every one of us gets trapped in a daily commute of some sort.  Our rushed lifestyle becomes a constant chase of time, and as time goes by it always leaves us with the familiar feeling that there never will be enough of it to do all of the things that we think we need to do before we die.  How will we ever escape from our daily grind when there is only twenty-four hours in a day and we are busy for all of them?  Where will we ever find the time to be free?

                We choose to cling to certainty and to the things we know.  We conform to a time consuming schedule that robs us of our spirit and passion for living.  We choose to become prisoner to routine, promising ourselves that we will find the time someday; to travel, escape the daily grind and leave our cares behind.  We make these false promises to ourselves as if we are dangling carrots in order to lead ourselves like a horse to the finish line.  Where is this finish line we are rushing towards? Is it death?  Is this all there is to life?  We forget why we are working so hard and on a deeper level we mindlessly surrender to the fact that we feel we absolutely have to keep this pace in order to merely get by.  We lose track of how little we actually need to survive, while we justify the consumption of life on it.  We completely overlook the endless possibilities for travel and adventure, and we miss out on the narcotic feeling of wanderlust as our spirit for life fades and we race to our death.  People drop dead every day never having known anything more than school, work, marriage and children.  They never chose to take the time to feel freedom from any of those things.  I refuse to leave this world with that regret.  I will not die wondering “what if”.

                Henry David Thoreau wrote: “Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.”  We should embrace the song within us.  We need to stop making excuses and just go.  We need to stop waiting for that perfect moment in time that never seems to arrive.  We also have to stop telling ourselves our time will come when are able to save up enough money.  We must give up being a slave to the financial save and the wait for time to magically appear out of nowhere.  These restraints are mystical creatures that do not exist.  It is time for us to face our fears and realign ourselves to see the importance of our personal freedom.  When we choose to take control of our circumstances; then, and only then will we ever be truly free and give up the lament for a life we might not see otherwise.  I am not suggesting we quit our jobs or drop out of school, but I am saying that every one of us should treat our time here on earth as though is it meant for the enjoyment of living.  The world would be a better place if we all embraced our passion for life and fueled it with adventure, travel and the things that free us from social normality.  At least then, when we check back in to society and the daily grind, we are able to remember specifically why we are doing it.


Thoreau, Henry David. Walden. Radford, VA: Wilder Publications, 2008. Print.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Why I Blog - Assignment

A blog is like a diary but different according to Andrew Sullivan.  It allows a way for people to add their personal experience to a topic.  Blogging provides the avenue that allows for people to express their self-professed expertise on the subject through trial and error.  Simply, a blog is an expression of a human with a passion and the need to share it with others through their eyes.  For me it is a way to chronologically track my adventures.  It gives me a way to document progress and the ability to evoke specific emotions that are felt during that moment, through the words written.  Most find blogging as an appealing avenue of expression because; your blog can have anonymity.  That gives you an uninhibited freedom of expression to instill your desires and passions in a limitless audience who have a shared interest.   You can basically say whatever you want.  The worst that could happen from a difference of opinion is you lose that reader, just as easily as you would gain another who shares your views.  You will therefore be surrounded with like-minded individuals that could offer their opinions.  This network would provide a collaboration of knowledge to assist you while you continue to pursue your passion.  These readers would also be likely to offer support and encouragement.  Having constructive feedback from others is a great way to ensure your success. 

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Process Analysis Final Draft - How to Tie a Bowline Knot

Learning how to tie a reliable knot has always been a key survival skill.  Unfortunately it is also a skill that tends to get overlooked.  I have learned in my outdoor experiences that there is a good and a bad knot for every situation.  It has to be useful, reliable and easy to tie and untie in extreme situations.  A proper knot can save lives in extreme situations. It is essential to carry a rope in your backpack of survival equipment but it is imperative to know how to tie a knot.

The term bowline originated in the early maritime days. It comes from the process of attaching the edge of a sail with a knot at the end of the rope to the bow of the sailing vessel holding it firmly into the wind to maintain proper direction and prevent the sail from moving about.



By now you might be asking yourself; why would I need to know how to tie this knot?

The bowline knot is useful in every situation where a knotted rope is required.


This knot is simple to use any time you need a fixed loop at the end of a rope.  This knot will not slip.  It will hold as much weight as the rope itself can tolerate and it comes easily undone after holding a load.  Knowing this knot will definitely speed up some of the most frequently-encountered survival activities, like preparing a shelter or securing gear.  The knot you choose to save a life needs to be easy to tie, and it should not slip. It needs to form a fixed loop around your person or object that will support the weight without cinching down, becoming untie-able or suffocate you while you’re being pulled to safety.  The bowline is perfect for this, and you need to know the quick and easy way to tie it.

The bowline knot is often taught with the story of the rabbit coming out of the hole, in front of the tree, going behind the tree, and back down his original hole.


In other words, first form a loop on top of the long end of the line.  Second, pass the free end of the line through the loop and around behind the line. Third, bring the free end down in the original loop, while maintaining the secondary loop which becomes your Bowline loop. Finally, once the “rabbit” is back down his hole, pull the “tree” up and the Bowline is tightened.



Some people prefer to look at diagrams or photos to learn how to tie the illustrated knots.
Perhaps these step by step photographs will help.


 
Step 1                                                   Step 2



Step 3                                                       Step 4


Knots are known to weaken the rope or line.  If a knotted rope or line is strained to its breaking point it almost always fails at the knot or close to it.  The bowline knot is reliable and strong.  When the bowline knot is used the rope or line retains 65% of its strength at the knot, where other knots would work loose, capsize or fail completely by breaking the line.  The load ability of the rope or line will in fact fail before the bowline knot would fail.


I could be wrong but I think the next time you find yourself in a situation where you need to tie a knot, I think you will remember how to tie a bowline knot.






Robbins, Royal. Basic Rockcraft. Glendale, CA: Siesta, 1971. Print.  
         Robbins, Royal. Advanced Rockcraft. [Glendale, Calif.]: La Siesta, 1973. Print.
Cinnamon, Jerry. Climbing Rock and Ice: Learning the Vertical Dance. Camden, Me.: Ragged Mountain,              1993. Print.

"Bowline." - How to Tie a. N.p., n.d. Web. 22 Oct. 2013.

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Compare and Contrast - Sky-diving to Bungee Jumping

                In Greek mythology, the son of a master craftsman named Icarus attempted to fly by the means of wings constructed of feathers held together by wax.   In his excitement of flight he flew too close to the sun and the wax holding his wings together melted.  He fell from the sky to his death.  When I think of this fable I imagine what the free-fall from the sky felt like for him; I am significantly less interested in his landing.  For all human history many have had the desire of being able to fly.  This high flying ambition has led to numerous methods of extreme adventure.  I will compare two methods I have personally tried; sky-diving and bungee jumping.  The following material is offered, based on personal experience.
When my father was alive he was a very well-known professional sky-diver.  He had completed thousands of successful jumps in his lifetime.  Watching home movies and reading newspaper clippings of his exhibition jumps instilled a burning desire inside of me to feel what he felt.  I discovered an adrenaline based, possibly genetic obsession with flying through the sky at an intense speed.  I needed to know if I was exactly like my father.
 My sky-diving jump took place in Illinois at Skydive Chicago which at the time was known as one of the best skydiving centers in the Midwest.  The first jump is done either with a tandem instructor or static line.  My jump was with a tandem instructor.  Tandem sky-diving is when the student sky-diver is connected to a harness attached to a tandem instructor. The instructor guides the student through the entire jump from exiting the aircraft through free-fall, piloting the canopy, and landing.  This type of jump requires what the experts consider minimal instruction before making the jump.  I specifically recall the instruction being very informative and lasting approximately two and a half hours.  The name of my instructor was Goat.  I am not sure why that is relevant but I distinctly remember an overwhelming sense of concern for my safety when I met him for the first time.  I was not sure I could take a “goat” seriously as an instructor.  When he saw my name on the sign-up sheet he asked if I was related to a man named Richard Stevenson.  He knew my father personally and told me about a few of the most outstanding jumps they did together.  At that point any concern I may have been feeling for my safety at that point was immediately distinguished. 
When you jump from an airplane, it is difficult to tell visually that you are descending and for the majority of jumps, you leave an airplane that is moving something close to terminal velocity which is around one hundred and ten miles per hour to one hundred and twenty miles per hour, there is absolutely no feeling of falling; your direction changes gradually from "forward" to "down" there is no distinct sensation of dropping.  The free-fall feels more like flying than falling.
My first Bungee jump was done in the Wisconsin Dells at a place called Extreme World.  This location has been closed since then due to operator error and lack of safety that resulted in critically injuring a 12 year old girl while her family watched in horror.   I felt that the people who worked there seemed to lack concern for my fears and concerns for safety.  They appeared overly confident in what they were doing when strapping me into the harness. There was absolutely no training or instruction offered whatsoever.  The rate of speed they rushed me through the process was as if they wanted to prevent me from changing my mind.  I had no choice but to assume they knew what they were doing.  I recall standing on the edge and looking down.  I could see the ground and the faces of my friends watching me in complete fear; I could almost read their lips.  I remembered the day I jumped out of the airplane. I could not see the ground through the clouds; it felt peaceful in comparison to what I was feeling with this huge heavy cord dangling in the wind beneath my feet.  I remember thinking it would catch the wind a pull me off of the platform as I stood there trembling in fear.  The operator told me to put my arms out in front of me and he grabbed my fist and pulled me off of the platform.  It was a very quick experience for me.   I remember wanting desperately to scream and not being able to.  My perception was that I really felt like I was falling; I had that feeling you get in your stomach as well as the visual cues of the ground screaming towards me at a high rate of speed.  As the bungee cord slowed me down I was hanging upside down, it felt like the contents of my stomach continued moving downward at a somewhat faster pace.  After the elastic took effect and the fall was no longer a free fall, I felt, surprisingly secure in the fact that the equipment my life was hanging on was actually trustworthy.  This feeling continued until my bungee cord was motionless.   I was in shock and wanted nothing more than to be safely on the ground.  The operator then lowered me to the ground as I uncomfortably hung upside down with the blood rushing to my head. 
Bungee jumping was a completely different experience for me.  It is significantly scarier, despite the fact that the jump is 34 times shorter in length. The bungee jump was about 230 feet. The sky-dive was an 8,000-foot plunge.  Although the jumps themselves lasted about 60 seconds each, the sky-dive had an overwhelming calming factor after the speed of flying through the sky.  As soon as the parachute opens, everything becomes silent as you approach the Earth.  I felt like an astronaut landing on this planet for the first time. There was green and blue everywhere and I could see the outlines of the fields and roads below me as if I were looking down at a topographical map.
As I mentioned before, sky-diving involves quite a bit more preparation and participation by the jumpers.  The more informed you are, the calmer you become.  It helps alleviate the stress you go through when you know you are venturing into an unfamiliar environment.  Bungee jumping is much more like an amusement park ride in the sense that you just get strapped in and off you go and then it is over before you know it.

There is no doubt in my mind that I would sky-dive again.  It gave me a peaceful feeling I have found difficult to match as well as an adventurous respect for my father.  It defined an addiction to adrenaline and understanding for my personal need for adventure.  I plan to sky-dive least one more time before I die of old age.   Although I am glad I have done both, I am not entirely sure whether or not I would ever bungee jump again. 

Tandem Sky-diving


Bungee jumping

Monday, October 21, 2013

Process Analysis Activity - How to Tie a Bowline Knot

Learning how to tie a reliable knot has always been a key survival skill.  Unfortunately it is also a skill that tends to get overlooked.  I have learned in my outdoor experiences that there is a good and a bad knot for every situation.  It has to be useful, reliable and easy to tie and untie in extreme situations.  A proper knot can save lives in extreme situations. It is essential to carry a rope in your backpack of survival equipment but it is imperative to know how to tie a knot.

The term bowline originated in the early maritime days. It comes from the process of attaching the edge of a sail with a knot at the end of the rope to the bow of the sailing vessel holding it firmly into the wind to maintain proper direction and prevent the sail from moving about.



By now you might be asking yourself; why would I need to know how to tie this knot?

The bowline knot is useful in every situation where a knotted rope is required.


This knot is simple to use any time you need a fixed loop at the end of a rope.  This knot will not slip.  It will hold as much weight as the rope itself can tolerate and it comes easily undone after holding a load.  Knowing this knot will definitely speed up some of the most frequently-encountered survival activities, like preparing a shelter or securing gear.  The knot you choose to save a life needs to be easy to tie, and it should not slip. It needs to form a fixed loop around your person or object that will support the weight without cinching down, becoming untie-able or suffocate you while you’re being pulled to safety.  The bowline is perfect for this, and you need to know the quick and easy way to tie it.

The bowline knot is often taught with the story of the rabbit coming out of the hole, in front of the tree, going behind the tree, and back down his original hole.


In other words, first form a loop on top of the long end of the line.  Second, pass the free end of the line through the loop and around behind the line. Third, bring the free end down in the original loop, while maintaining the secondary loop which becomes your Bowline loop. Finally, once the “rabbit” is back down his hole, pull the “tree” up and the Bowline is tightened.



Some people prefer to look at diagrams or photos to learn how to tie the illustrated knots.
Perhaps these step by step photographs will help.


 
Step 1                                                   Step 2



Step 3                                                       Step 4


Knots are known to weaken the rope or line.  If a knotted rope or line is strained to its breaking point it almost always fails at the knot or close to it.  The bowline knot is reliable and strong.  When the bowline knot is used the rope or line retains 65% of its strength at the knot, where other knots would work loose, capsize or fail completely by breaking the line.  The load ability of the rope or line will in fact fail before the bowline knot would fail.


I could be wrong but I think the next time you find yourself in a situation where you need to tie a knot, I think you will remember how to tie a bowline knot.






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         Robbins, Royal. Advanced Rockcraft. [Glendale, Calif.]: La Siesta, 1973. Print.
Cinnamon, Jerry. Climbing Rock and Ice: Learning the Vertical Dance. Camden, Me.: Ragged Mountain,              1993. Print.

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Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Illustrative Essay - My Biggest Adventure

Illustrative Essay – My Biggest Adventure

What would be the biggest adventure of your life?  I have often asked myself this question.  Sadly, I have discovered I have a vague and vast interest in many things, coupled by lacking the ability to say no to a challenge.  I have a strong desire to learn new things but rarely have the time to.  I have decided it is time for me to create the biggest adventure of my lifetime.  I believe it is imperative to make this discovery before I run out of time and my fire for living completely burns out.
Imagine choosing twelve things that you would like to learn how to do, things you are passionate about, things you may be familiar with, and even things you have never tried.  Then imagine making a list of these twelve things and devoting one year of your life to actively pursue one thing on your list each month.  To some of you this may sound impossible due to time and money limitations, but keep in mind not all things require a huge investment of time or money.  To me, this sounds liberating and fun.
It has been said that doing what you love in life is the key to happiness.  So I found myself at this point not knowing what I love, what I’m good at or even what I’m passionate about.  I also wonder how I will manage to find the time to explore my options.  I plan to make a list of my interests and prioritize them by season, money requirements, distance of travel, and time requirement. I realize that some of the things I am most passionate about like skydiving and windsurfing may be difficult to pursue.  So in light of that I am also considering deeper life-lesson-learning adventures such as volunteering at a food pantry or homeless shelter and reading stories of adventure to preschool children to inspire their imagination and passion for adventure.  I find that the heart felt adventures that pull emotion out of me are extremely more difficult and adventurous than cliff diving or bungee jumping.
I crave the excitement of immersing myself into each passion I discover and the possibility of experiencing twelve different endings to my life story.  Although I am certain I will find this extremely challenging I believe I owe it to myself to discover everything that could potentially make me happy.  I believe having this “big adventure” project will keep me in line towards creating a more fulfilling and gratifying future.  I will be able to try and do everything I desire and love in my life.  To live to my greatest potential is the biggest adventure I can come up with.  I hope this inspires you to try something new and discover the things that truly make you happy.
 Skydiving - tandem
 Windsurfing
 Bungee jumping


My first barefoot free-climb (no harness or fall protection)

Friday, October 4, 2013

Descriptive Essay - Morning Coffee and a Quick Ride in the Fog.

I woke up to the sound of the most ridiculous alarm ring tone you can imagine.  It sounded like farm animals singing along to techno music.  I knew if I chose that particular tone and plugged my phone into the charger on the opposite side of the room I would have to get out of bed to silence the insanity.  Sometimes after staying up late to study, I have to trick myself into getting out of bed in the morning. I was tired enough to just cancel the appointment I had scheduled to look at a house.  I hurled myself out of bed to shut off the alarm and drug myself into the kitchen to make some coffee.  After the third cup of Caribou’s Obsidian Espresso Roast I enthusiastically decided to jump into my riding pants and moto-boots.  I stomped around the house with a sort of, “I’m running late” type of energy. I was not going to be late, I was excited and all jacked up on coffee.

I opened the garage door and started to back my motorcycle out into the drive way.  Burrr, I quickly checked the weather on my phone.  Holy crap it’s only forty five degrees outside.  The air is crisp and thick with fog do dense I couldn’t even see my neighbors’ house across the street.  I spun the key, reached down, pulled out the choke and pushed start.  I love the purring sound my Kawasaki makes when the engine is revving high as it warms up.  I strapped on my helmet, slid on my gloves, pushed the choke back in and hopped on my motorcycle.


A quick left turn out of the neighborhood and then a right turn onto the highway.  First gear, second gear, third then forth and I was up to speed with the rest of traffic all the while the wet fog covered the lenses of my goggles.  I shifted into fifth gear and wiped my lenses off with my thin red racing gloves.  My left hand was soaking wet and my hands were becoming so cold my fingers were stiff.  The sun was trying to peek through the fog. The visibility was getting better until I started winding close to the bluffs.  I felt so much energy from the throttle as my motorcycle brought me closer to my destination.  The smile on my face was so strong my cheeks were sore, or maybe the expression was just frozen that way from the cold smacking the fog against my skin.  I thought to myself, “what an amazing way to start the day", the house I looked at was unlivable.  Without this little adventure it would have been a huge waste of time. I am so glad I didn’t drive the 4-Runner.
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Tuesday, September 24, 2013

A Narrative Essay Assignment - Wisconsin Death Trip

Nobody died... Actually there were a few crashes, but nothing too serious. This ride is called "Wisconsin Death Trip" in reference to the Static X song and the book by the same name which chronicles the secret history of life in Black River Falls, Wisconsin, circa the late-1800s and early-1900s. For whatever reason, the seemingly cozy Hamlet of Black River Falls, its population largely comprised of Germans and Scandinavians, became a haven for the mentally ill, teenage random murderers, lovesick suicides, baby killers, a brick throwing-coke-snorting anarchist, and a host of other bizarre and aberrant behavior that ultimately said more about the populace than any sentimentalized portrait of earnest, God-fearing country people ever could.  This ride takes place in the same area that the book talks about, so that’s how the ride got its name.  The book is basically a collection of photos and related newspaper clippings that document the strange happenings in this area and show that the "Good old days" may not have been that good at all.

The Wisconsin Death Trip Dual Sport Rally developed as the result of a few private conversations thrown around at the Central Adventure Dual Sport Rally in Eagle River last month between a few friends, myself, and my life partner Jay.  Jay and I had been thinking about throwing a dual sport rally together anyway, so the stars aligned and everything sort of rapidly fell together. Jay said we could base this rally out of his cabin and also ride some of his land as well.  This motorcycle rally was beginning to shape up quite nicely. Jay and I went to the cabin early on Friday afternoon to unlock the gate and set up the sound system for the after ride party.  Just as we got everything completely set up and the campfire blazing, our guests started rolling in, trucks and vans with motorcycle trailers and people setting up tents and campers almost as far as the eye could see.

The plan was for Jay to lead the expert riders through 36 miles of Jackson County single track, while I led a couple of the less experienced riders on a much slower paced pavement and gravel road ride.  For those of you who don’t know what single track is, I guess it can be described as something similar in size to a deer path through the woods, winding up and down hills through tight trees, over rocks, sand, mud and streams. We had a total of 16 bikes start the ride Saturday morning, which was a great turn-out considering this event was planned with very short notice.  Jay gave a speech before the ride; “This IS NOT a race and if it was you can only win if you finish, so make it back safe.” Everyone agreed it was good advice and jumped on their motorcycles and rode off.  We all met back at the cabin late Saturday afternoon for food and drinks and to share exciting stories about the events during our rides.  There were also numerous miscellaneous micro-adventures on that night but for the purpose of this story you will just have to take my word for it. Needless to say, there wasn’t much sleep to be had that night, but the food; good times and libations were abundant. Apparently at some point during the night I decided it would be a good idea for me to ride single track in the morning. I haven't ever ridden my motorcycle on single track, a mountain bike; yes, I had even hiked it in the snow; but up to this point I had always considered single track dual sport riders to be insane people with a death wish. 

We woke up early Sunday morning to plan the ride for the day. I have to admit I was completely intimidated about what I said I would do, I was convinced my riding skill level was nowhere near good enough to survive single track.  By this time my headache was at a loud jack hammer sounding pound from the adult beverages that barely just stopped flowing a few short hours before. I started to think to myself; maybe I could chicken out without looking completely feathered. Hopefully they will all just race off without noticing my absence. Many of the riders were exhausted from the day and night before and were not willing to ride at the same pace and many of the riders had large distances to travel to get back home unload their gear and prepare for their work week. I have to admit by the time breakfast was over I thought there might be a good chance of getting out of doing this ride.  Then my friend Sandy asked me to ride with her, she said we could plan on keeping a similar pace because it was only her second time ever riding single track.  Although now that I think about it she failed to mention she had been riding motorcycles for over fifteen years. I just got my permit last May, I had only ridden my motorcycle between twelve and twenty times total, I’m not even a fully licensed rider yet. But nonetheless, I promised the night before I would do it, so I was determined to do it even if it killed me.

Only a fellow adventurer can relate to that ember of a life-time-journey that fumes inside, a particular, recurring call-to-adventure that smolders inside of us.  I think that somewhere deep inside our consciousness a very particular kind of internal development is locked into grips with external exploration.  Transforming from who we are into whom we want to become requires traveling from where we are to where we want to go; we know deep within our soul that, our development will never be complete until we have finished our own particular journey.  The pragmatic, reasonable, rational, sensible mind we depend on so much in our day-to-day life often concludes that this private, internal fantasy makes no sense at all, and even if we allow ourselves to indulge, there are plenty of others standing ready to openly mock such senseless acts.  Nothing encourages more disdain than expressing the desire to abandon normal life, especially when it involves indulging a romantic longing that is hard to describe and most often impossible to understand. If I would have made the choice not to go I would have always wondered what I had been missing. So, with that being said I put on my protective gear and started my motorcycle. I spent more time that day on the ground and picking up my motorcycle than I did actually riding. I can only estimate how many times I crashed because it happened too many times to precisely recall. But, if I were to venture a guess, I would say I crashed well over 27 times in 6 short miles.  I am so sore that it hurts to breathe. Every muscle in my body hurts. I feel pain almost everywhere there is flesh. Somehow as I was hurling myself through the deeply wooded single track of Jackson County, I even took a tree branch across the bridge of my nose. I could have easily died if I were to have stayed on the motorcycle long enough to gain any speed. I even recall at one point after screaming profanities into the sky, thinking these single track riders are insane, how can they possibly think this is fun? It seems more like hard work to me.  As that ride progressed and I had perfected the skill of lifting my motorcycle off of its side, out of the sand, dirt, and, mud, I began wondering if all dual sport motorcycle riders started out the same exact way. What I realized was I challenged myself beyond anything I have ever done in the past.  I started to feel enlightened and I started to crave the next challenge, my next great adventure.

When I made that promise to ride single track, I believed my journey could possibly be a suicide mission of sorts and after telling this story, I am beginning to understand the amplitude of that statement.  I have systematically begun to ransack my life to satisfy a strange craving for adventure, to test myself, to test the world.  This is not fiction. It’s real. It’s happening to me right now and I am the cause of it.  Don’t ask me how it ends, because I have no idea, and I sure as hell don’t have a clue what comes in the middle. As for the beginning, every day that I am allowed the privilege to wake up, I can and will bring about the opportunity for another adventure. So I ask you; is anyone up for riding single track with me this weekend?


This is a video of my life partner Jay riding the Crawford Hills Single Track North Loop in Jackson County, Wisconsin.  This video was filmed at the actual speed he rides these trails. This is the exact trail I rode, except at a much slower pace with considerably less style and grace.

This is my dual sport motorcycle.




Thursday, September 12, 2013

Adventure... The definition

An adventure is an exciting or unusual experience; it may also be a bold, usually risky undertaking, with an uncertain outcome. Adventures may be activities with some potential for physical danger such as skydivingmountain climbing or participating in extreme sports. The term also broadly refers to any enterprise that is potentially fraught with physical, financial or psychological risk, such as a business venture, a love affair, or other major life undertakings.
Adventurous experiences create psychological and physiological arousal, which can be interpreted as negative (e.g. fear) or positive (e.g. flow), and which can be detrimental as stated by the Yerkes-Dodson law
For some people, adventure becomes a major pursuit in and of itself. According to adventurer AndrĂ© Malraux, in his La Condition Humaine (1933), 
"If a man is not ready to risk his life, where is his dignity?". 
Similarly, 
Helen Keller stated that 
"Life is either a daring adventure or nothing."
Outdoor adventurous activities are typically undertaken for the purposes of recreation or excitement: Adventurous activities can also lead to gains in knowledge, such as those undertaken by explorers and pioneers. Adventure education intentionally uses challenging experiences for learning survival skills.