just an update



Well, I guess I lied when I said I wouldn’t post until I moved. I thought I would give a little update on the move and show you a picture that I took from our trip last month to San Jose.

We found a place to live in Sandy. We drove over there last weekend to get this all figured out. Our application for the first place we wanted finally got approved two weeks after we sent it in so we thought we should go over and take a look at it. It looks pretty good! It’s a two bedroom and it has a dishwasher and washer/dryer hookups, which is all I really care about. I refuse to go back to using a laundromat and I refuse to go back to washing dishes by hand.

We have decided to sell our house. We have this really great Realtor (who called us) working for us and I really think he’s going to sell it so that we can get our equity back. So that’s looking very positive.

In the meantime, we are packing up the house and are planning on moving this Friday. I’m really looking forward to moving to Oregon. I feel so blessed right now. Things are looking up.

Big Sur Fishermen


I took a bunch of pictures on our trip that I would like to post on the blog. So I think I will post one a day or one every few days.

This was taken on the Saturday before we left to come back to Spokane. We went down to Big Sur to one of our favorite (and not favorite) hiking places, Garrapata State Park (here is another weird story from that place). The trails along the ocean are stunning. There are views of the rocky coastline and it’s just breathtaking.

Here are some Fisherman on a cliff. I thought they were very brave out there. These cliffs are dangerous.

worst hike ever.

Travel and Other Adventures

Raf and I decided to go on our last hike at Big Sur. We decided to carve out some time out of all of our packing to drive down the beautiful Monterey Bay coast and hike at our ususal Big Sur spot, Garrapata State Park. This is where we had that experience last fall where we found an older lady had fallen down a cliff and into the brooke. Remember that? We should have taken that as a sign to never go back there. But no, we just had to go back and take a trail we had never taken before. We decided to take a trail that forms a loop with the trail that we were more familiar with. Actually, that is not entirely true. We had been on this trail before. But we had to turn around because it had just gotten too steep for me to climb up. hmm. another little experience I should have taken into account.

Okay, so we start climbing up. I was really proud of myself at first because I got through the steep parts that I couldn’t get through before. There was a nice, cool breeze from the fog that was coming in. It was challenging but not bad at all. But we just kept going up. I mean, seriously. We kept climbing for what seemed like forever. We would get to the top of one peak, thinking that this was where it would begin to descend to meet with the other trail, but it never happened. We just kept climbing. As we kept getting higher the nice foggy breeze went away and it got hot. I ran out of water. And, still, we kept climbing.

The point of no return was when we reached a bench that was constructed on this big rock at the top of a cliff. That in itself was strange. It was sketchy, first of all. I don’t know how I actually sat on it because I am deathly afraid of heights, and the bench literally looked over this sheer drop. I couldn’t even look out over it. I had my head turned toward land. On the bench was a dedication. It was dedicated to a colonel and it quoted him, “There have been a change in plans.” WTF? What did that mean? Sitting there over that cliff, that little quote was really rather creepy and ominous.

So we sat on that bench and looked at what we had ahead of us. It was another friggen hill. But this time it was scary looking. It was steep. I truly didn’t think I would be able to do it. But, at the same time, I didn’t want to turn around either. I didn’t want to go down the same way I came because 1) it was really steep and 2) it was really slippery due to the loose gravel. So going down the way we came would have been very scary. Thankfully, there was another, older, couple climbing the trail. We watched them for a bit to see how it went for them. Then I decided that if they can do it I can, too. So we did it. I just looked down at the trail and did’nt look to my sides. Raf kept telling me not to look to the sides. I probably would have had a panic attack if I had. He said he looked down once and he got kind of freaked out, and he isn’t afraid of heights.

I was really proud of myself for climbing that last peak. And it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. All in all we climbed about 2000 feet. I didn’t take a picture at the top and I don’t know why.

But then we had to hike down. This is where I started to lose it. I was tired. My leg muscles were shaking with fatigue. It was hot up there, and I was out of water. Getting down was difficult. It was pretty steep and my legs were so tired that I had to lean on Raf to get down some of the steeper parts. This made it take much longer. There was loose gravel on this side, as well, which made the trail slippery. I started to get irritated and crabby. Then I started getting pissed. Admittedly, I threw a couple of tantrums. I was just so exhausted! I think I even flipped off the trail :lol:.

We finally found ourselves in some shade by the little brooke and were able to splash our faces with cold water, which felt good! I really wished Raf had brought his water filter, but he didn’t so not water to drink. We were both so thirsty that we started reminiscing about how good the water tasted filtered from the brooke at Okanogan (in Washington state).

As icing on the cake, we ran into traffic all the way home to Santa Cruz. That was just a nice little addition to an awful experience.

To sum up, I don’t think I ever want to go back to that place, ever. That hike was literally like being in a nightmare. In fact, last night I had a hard time falling asleep because I kept getting flashes of the treacherous cliffs that we encountered, triggering my height anxiety.

And today I am in so much pain. My stomach muscles even hurt.

Big Sur

Books, Music, Art, Movies

Here’s another pic that I took on tuesday. Boy, am I milking this for all it’s worth! It’s nice to look at pictures of the Big Sur coastline. There’s something about it that makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Well, no sign of crazy guy today, thank goodness. I was half expecting him to knock on our window last night. I barely got any sleep. This is so weird. I hope that he just goes away and doesn’t come back. Raf thinks that he is pretty harmless. I talked to my neighboor upstairs and she said the same thing. But there’s a part of me that feels very uneasy about this whole thing.