This is Max

This is Max.

Max is tough.

He plays football and does parkour.

He hikes miles and miles and climbs mountains. 

He is strong and fast and smart.

Max studies hard, eats right, and exercises.

Max also has Type 1 diabetes. 

but he doesn't let it stop him.

He checks his blood sugar all the time and gives himself shots several times every day. 

Even with excellent management, he has lots of challenges to fight.

As smart and as tough as he is, he can't beat diabetes on his own. And he doesn't just want to beat it for himself, but the millions of other people who fight it as well.

So, if you are going to donate money somewhere this year, please consider JDRF.

JDRF

Help Max fight. Help Max win. 

 #t1dlookslikeme

The dark side of travel nursing

It can't all be good.  You never hear people speak of it really.  Mostly that's because it is too horrible to speak of.  Some things are best shuttled quickly to the back corner of your mind and buried under lock and key.  Yeah, I'm talking about...

Orientation. 

Corporate compliance lectures, glucometer training, HIPPA training and their evil cohorts, restraint documentation come flying at you at a glacial pace.  You are required to remain alert THE ENTIRE TIME!  This is the slog I have been wading through...again.  Every three months or so, it is the same thing, the same equipment, the same lectures, heck the same power point presentations sometimes. 

And all the new people.  I spend so much time looking at people's chests I am convinced they think I am a total pervert.  Especially since, as a guy, I am very much in the minority.  I'M LOOKING AT YOUR NAME TAG!  Stop giving me that dirty look.  I didn't wear the low cut blouse and then put my picture and name right next to the cleavage.  Sheesh. 

Oh well.  Tomorrow I get to be out on the floor.  It usually doesn't take too long to convince my preceptor that I'm not going to kill anyone and they can go be productive somewhere.  Preceptors usually like to be productive. 

Back in action.  Let's do this again.

Welcome to Olympia

We have arrived.

For those who haven't been following with bated breath and ragged fingernails awaiting our return, we have been largely out of contact lately.  Three months or so.  This all came due to an unfortunate disagreement with an RV park and the coinciding high season for RV travelers in northern Washington. 

We were forced to live in somewhat less than optimal circumstances. 

The RV park, while beautiful, was missing a few modern conveniences...like television, 50 amp power, and sewer.  Yeah.  No sewer hookups for three months.  That means walking to the park's community showers and bathrooms.  That means hauling whatever you couldn't take to a shower or bathroom away in a tank a few times a weeks.  Oh yeah, no wifi...that's why we weren't posting our regular adventures.  Oddly, we were really pretty happy for the most part.  The inconvenience became routine.  We have grown accustomed to differing levels of discomfort.  But, after a few months, we were ready to rejoin the modern world and Olympia brought it to us in high fashion. 

The RV park itself is nothing special.  The sites are all together and mostly concrete.  There is a requisite train near enough to hear and lots of activity.  It is attached to a casino after all.  But, it has full sewer, full power, good wifi, and 100+ digital cable channels (the last is a mixed blessing at best)

But, the casino considers the RV park guests as guests of the entire resort.  That gives us access to all of the amenities.  Which is nice.

Verah Nice.

Get your swole on!

Yeah, modern life can be nice. 

There is a nearby golf course and some meadow areas to walk the dog.  An while out exploring, we found a nice delight to add to dinner tonight.

Olympia has rolled out the carpet for us and we are grateful.  It looks as beautiful and nice as we remember.  We have even spotted a few places we didn't notice last time we were here and we are looking foreword to finding more. 

Three weeks left here.

Three more weeks of no internet, no sewer, low power.  Then we should resume a somewhat regular posting schedule and get back to something of a normal life.  I warn you, there is a backlog.  I have a few posts waiting for the return of a regular internet connection. 

Oh yeah, and pictures. 

Until then, I continue to haul out our grey water and black water manually.  I'll spare you the details. 

Chain Lakes

What an interesting few days.

We had been planning our first ever hike in camping trip for months.  We acquired gear in fits and starts (Yaaayyyy REI garage sale!) and we acquired knowledge at about the same pace via books, blogs, websites and the like.  Finally, the time arrived.  A quick check of the weather forecast dampened our spirits a bit.  The remarkably dry and sunny weather was about to come to a close.  We had initially planned a one night outing, just for practice.  Then, a friend announced she could come and we pushed it out to two nights and she would be there the second night.  Then, she could make it the first night and we all decided to stay two nights.  It would be us and Ruthie and her kids.  Couldn't be more awesome...right?  Well, the forecast called for a cool down and rain on our first night and then even colder with snow on our second night.

Yeah.

Snow.

So we worked on getting a few last minute cold weather things.  We weren't really planning on camping the snow yet.  That seemed a little more advanced a challenge than us rank beginners should undertake.  Not to be dissuaded though, we took off.  Sarah and the boys and I would arrive first and find a campsite.  Ruthie, driving from much further away, would find us.

And we were off.

All our gear.  Much heavier packs for everyone this time.

Snow?!?  Even Satchel thinks they're crazy.

Loaded for bear and ready to go. 

The trail skirts around the side of table mountain and then into the valley behind.

Pack only the essential gear

It's going to be a long, hot, and dusty hike.

Pretty though.

Sweet baby overshadowing Mt. Baker

Mt. Shuksan looks cool.  The lowest glacier is right by Lake Anne

Over the ridge, we descend into the valley.

Finding new views of Mt. Baker and the glacial melt.

Going down.  That is the first of the chain lakes.

We got down and passed the first camp area.  It was full.  So we decided to hike further and see if the next was full...it was and the next, and the next.  Camping is first come, first served and you are only supposed to camp in the designated areas.  So we hiked back again to the first lake and found a designated camping area tucked was up and far back from the water.  By that time, we were just glad to find something.  We set the kids out to watch for Ruthie and the gang while Sarah and I started setting up.

I was too busy figuring everything out to take many pictures of the set up.  Before long, Ruthie and Co. arrived and all was furious activity to get everything together before dark.  We got it though.  Then it was time to cook.  Sarah had pre made tons of food for the trip.  All we had to do was collect and boil the water.  We even had a little surprise.  It was Ruthie's birthday!

Some mountain goats decided to pay us a visit

Not too close of a visit though.

Sun going down, moon coming up.

Sarah and the alpenglow

We cooked and ate and got ready for bed.  While we were eating, a headlamp walked into our campsite and asked if we knew of any other campsites in the area.  We told it we didn't, but they were welcome to come into our area, there was room.  It seemed suspicious of our dogs (Satchel was with us as well as Ruthie's puppy Sweet Pea) and our two woman one man living arrangement.  It eventually left and camped right down by the water.  Not very leave no trace, but I understand.

So we ate Ruthie's rehydrated cheesecake mush and sang happy birthday!

YAAAAYYY MUSH!

Gtting dark, and spooooky.

Crazy kids.

Time for bed.

I'm not gonna lie to you.  It was a rough night.  Several things conspired to keep us from getting any sleep.  Max's sugar level kept dropping due to the activity level of the day and we kept having to wake up and check it and then feed him something. We forgot to close the vents and had a nice, constant cold breeze through the tent.  It did indeed start to rain, heavily at times. And so on and so on.  Sarah and I had terrible headaches and were not well rested when we woke up.  Ruthie didn't fare much better.

We woke to a different world.

You can see the headlamp's campsite.

Those are our tents way up there in back.

After the night we had, we decided to cut the trip short.  If it was going to get colder and less comfortable, we probably weren't ready for it.  And we certainly didn't want to be trying to find the trail on loose scree fields in freshly fallen snow.  We packed up most of our stuff and decided to hike around a bit before heading out though.  Ruthie and her kids hadn't even seen the other lakes.  So we set out.

Iceberg Lake

The Crew

Nut Jobs

The trail winds on

Hayes Lake, I believe.

And, being us, we searched for mushrooms.

There were little ones...

And big ones.  Too wormy to eat though.

There were colorful ones and little brown ones.

These guys were everywhere.

Eventually though, we had to head back to camp and hike out.  Of course, by this time, we all felt better and the weather had warmed a bit.  We entertained thoughts of staying the night.  Alas, we had already packed up much of the gear before the hike.  It was probably wiser to leave.

Ruthie with her version of Monster.  And the indomitable Sweet Pea.

Maybe we shouldn't stay another night.

Going

Going

Gone

We made it back to the vehicles and drove home.  None of us felt to great.  I developed a fever for the first time in years.  The next day, the storm blew through with high winds knocking over trees and we lost power.  Luckily, in the RV, we still had house batteries and propane.  We got to keep our lights, stove, and refrigerator. I called in sick to work for the first time in decades.  We got power back yesterday.

All in all, I call it a success.  We went, we stayed and we exercised good judgement in not staying the extra night.  The updated forecast called for 9-13 inches of snow driven in by 30-50 mph winds.  With me sick on top of it, could have been ugly.  With the weather turning early this year, it might be the last chance for an overnight trip this year.  We learned a lot and will be ready for next season.