A day late but oh well. Life is a fast roaring truck barreling down the highway for me and I’m grateful for my down moments. I’ve not spent much time on social media as of late, but when I go on I’ve tried to spend time actually reading through posts and news updates instead of scanning the bits of data like a montage on the news reel of my friends and families lives.
Last weekend hubster and I had a bit of a slow two days, it was nice. The original plan was chores and homework on the rainy day Saturday, but by noon we were pacing and ready for any excuse to get out. Off we went to Alexandria Bay:
Appetizers of hot wings and fried pickles became a tasty lunch. Only one more week before the stores of A-Bay close as they end the summer season to return next Memorial Day.
The next day brought the sun back and the blue skies called to us. Back to A-Bay for an afternoon dive followed by a cafe lunch with much people watching. I tried to love the local beer. It just didn’t happen, sorry ruby canoe.
Do you ever just eat an appetizer for your meal?!
So I came across this picture of Meryl Streep (I adore her choices of character and find myself taken away in her movies) with this quote. The quote was first attributed as BY Meryl Streep before the original author requested that his authorship be recognized. Which could lead me onto a whole other blog about how people take Facebook posts at “Face” value and rarely bother to research the origins or validity of the post. But back to the quote:
Words that Meryl Streep lives by … “I no longer have patience for certain things, not because I’ve become arrogant, but simply because I reached a point in my life where I do not want to waste more time with what displeases me or hurts me. I have no patience for cynicism, excessive criticism and demands of any nature. I lost the will to please those who do not like me, to love those who do not love me and to smile at those who do not want to smile at me. I no longer spend a single minute on those who lie or want to manipulate. I decided not to coexist anymore with pretense, hypocrisy, dishonesty and cheap praise. I do not tolerate selective erudition nor academic arrogance. I do not adjust either to popular gossiping. I hate conflict and comparisons. I believe in a world of opposites and that’s why I avoid people with rigid and inflexible personalities. In friendship I dislike the lack of loyalty and betrayal. I do not get along with those who do not know how to give a compliment or a word of encouragement. Exaggerations bore me and I have difficulty accepting those who do not like animals. And on top of everything I have no patience for anyone who does not deserve my patience.”
- “I have no patience for cynicism, excessive criticism and demands of any nature” Maybe … aspire too (?) … I see myself approaching some of these “patience” limits. I trust my gut more, I avoid people who suck the joy out of life by embracing the negative. I don’t know that I avoid people with rigid personalities – they kind of fascinate me since mine seems to be so malleable to my place in time.
- “In friendship I dislike the lack of loyalty and betrayal. I do not get along with those who do not know how to give a compliment or a word of encouragement.” My past has seen a betrayal with women as friends and if I had stuck to the feelings I had from that? I would not have the women in my life I have now. My expectation of the type of woman who is my friend is really pretty simple: Be strong, be confidant, love yourself, and aspire to support one another when any of those fail.
Do you relate to this at all? Or does one line or another strike a chord? I’m a total quote person. I adore motivational pics and posts.
So our first dive was quite an experience. I was completely fascinated as we moved down the bow to the prop. So much so, by the time we got to the propellor and my DH asked me my air? I was down to 1025 PSI, when you dive the 1/3 rule applies and I had just gone past it. I didn’t make that mistake again this weekend. All was fine we got back easily with the current pushing us back to the bow, but a lesson learned with having a video camera and exploring, keep your computer in your view and check your air often! The time just FLIES down there…
By far one of Ontario’s best wrecks, built in England, this 256 ft, 2,300 ton steel freighter sank in 1912 after hitting a shoal. The coal cargo was recovered seven years later. A visit to the Keystorm reveals why she is such a favorite. She streches from her bow at 25 ft depth to 115 ft depth at the props. It is an inviting superstructure with easy access through her wheelhouse area. About midship it is suggested that you back away 50 to 60 feet to view the entire panorama. Don’t miss the air pocket trapped in the achor nest and the fatal gash on the underside near her bow!
Many thanks to this SOURCE: Divetech.ca
Darn it we missed the fatal gash!!!
One thing I miss VERY much is living in Bavaria and being able to cross over the border and sample different tasty meals. One favorite of ours was Czech Goulash:
A savory broth, chunks of oh so succulent beef, fresh sliced red onion, and this amazing bread dumpling so incredibly chewy and ready to soak up the broth which was made with the local dark beer (Pivo). Feeling the urge to try out some recipes.
May your foodie journey take you around the world!
Have a great weekend!
Um, what? Wait no. I’m not the girl that likes to sit with a pole in her hand and just. Well – sit. It looks boring I must say (IT being fishing). So when a buddy texted to ask if I wanted to join them by the river and check it out, I was like SURE. And promptly packed my camera gear with the thought I would quickly be bored and want nothing to do with it.
I was wrong. Yes. There, I said it. Move along nothing to see here.
A few things:
- You don’t just STAND there with a pole in your hand
- If you want a worm on the hook? I was told put it there yourself, this is a bit of a “squeamish” moment for me, because the worm will try and curl itself up and generally that means its going to try and wrap around your hand. UGH.
- Casting takes skill
- Knowing how to actually HOOK the fish once it bites – takes skill
- There is not one type of reel
- There are many things under the water that can catch a hook
- There are several methods to fishing and equipment you used based on the water and location
- It is, actually … FUN!
I had a great time, I did get antsy a few times and end up pulling my camera out to snap some photos of the Black River Trail, but I don’t know that many of them turned out INSPIRING. I see myself trying this again, but not in the “lets go buy my own equipment” type of trying it.
So I must say – it has been quite a while since I’ve talked of anything fitness related. Guess I’m just becoming a little random here. I had a quiet weekend last weekend, no plans and some down time to just shelax on the couch and be a bum. It lasted for about five hours on Saturday morning. Then I felt the urge to get out and about and check out a trail.
To be fair, my laziness was added to by a rainy morning. Just laying out the reality. ;)
So after looking at the weather forecast and realizing that the excuse was over, I laced up my running shoes after applying “Skin” to keep my blisters at bay, and headed out to discover. Part of my curiousity about this particular trail was I run the main loop around Remington Pond on base quite regularly. Its close to the unit and makes about a 3 mile loop on its own. But coming off of the main loop you see many trails in a spoke going away from the trail, and I always wondered which one led where? One I knew led to house and dead ended rather quickly, but one I knew went out about a half mile to exit another portion of base and I wanted to know which that was. So I parked my car by where I knew the trail ended… and ran my way in. Big A-Ha moment when I popped out.
I started on Tigris River Road and headed into the trail. It looks like it says “Trail Sour,” using my Snippet tool to grab the route from Runtastic and add a few notes was a little challenging with a trackball. Oh well, so the trail spur was the point my new addition ran into my old addition, two concrete barriers mark the spot. Not sure it was much of an add, maybe a half mile one way, so its something. And it has hills. Going in you don’t notice it, but coming out that little elevation? Yea, I’m sure your legs would feel it too.
Anyway that 2 mile mark was a bit of an adventure to say the least. So at the one mile mark, I saw ANOTHER trail I had wanted to look at, I see a lot of Soldiers running in and out of it. I think I know why now. The first bit of it is a uphill hump. Great for hill intervals. I was heaving for a breath by the time it evened out and I could continue on a nice flat trail, which interestingly enough is paved. Though the whole of the Remington trail we run normally is gravel. Just a little tid bit that made me go – “Hmmm”
That whole “Old Land Navigation” course was a side trail I saw as I was running a paved, its really rather interesting. Just for me I guess, thinking about all the Soldiers that had passed through there, learning how to navigate the land by compass. And me with my GPS phone recording my run. WHICH was a really good thing. So a little secret to tell – that crazy little squiggly and and back at mile two? Was me running a “trail” which turned out to be a deer path that led nowhere and when I turned around – disappeared. So when I pulled my phone out to retrace my steps, I noticed something amiss. My ID card. Nope no longer in the spot I had tucked it in. So what all that really is? Is me using my phone not only to figure out where the trail looped back at but where I had been and where could my ID card POSSIBLY be. Luck was with me. I found it. I know you were worried. ;)
It wasn’t my best run, but some days that is not what it is about. Its about the fact I got my shoes on, I put one foot in front of the other, and I moved it. I ran most of it, hiked and huffed up some. Stopped for tick checks in others. I only ran into one other person on that run, it was wonderful. To be out on trails is my favorite place to run, not because I’m speedy gonzales, but because I’m able to connect with my body, clear my head, and find moving Zen.
What trails do you want to explore for a run?
I’m thinking Black River Trail for my next adventure.
Location: 44 16.220’N, 76 5.310’W
Depth: 25 to 30 Feet
We rented a pontoon from our local MWR to take out for the weekend and explore some dive sites. Our first attempt with a launch off of Oswego discovered that Lake Ontario can have some pretty brutal swells on a not so windy day. So after traveling a distance in the hope of a good wreck find, we decided for Sunday to keep it close to home and launch out of Clayton’s Cedar Point State Park boat launch.
The day started out a bit overcast, but calm waters and warm temps allowed us to feel hopeful that our ride out on the River to Grindstone Island would be successful. Using our iPhones and Google Maps app I was able to work with DH and after a misidentified cove stop, we were able to use GPS to drop anchor in the approximate area of the dive site. Many sites are marked with Buoys identifying historical markers, so my guess is a bunch of trucks and cars that managed to find there way to the bottom hasn’t hit the historical list.
After ensuring we were anchored and putting up our dive flag, we started gearing up. A boat departing the island slowed as it passed us and asked if we were diving the Cars. He was pretty helpful in pointing out approximate location and also asked if anyone was down already, the locals to the island were quite used to finding a bobbing red & white flag in the area.
We started our dive doing a navigation pattern to the East, finding nothing returned to the pontoon, navigated North. Again, nothing. We were looking at each other and shrugging, frustrated. 20 minutes of silt bottom and river grass. Trying one more time we went West. A shadow loomed to our peripheral and next thing we new we were looking at the shape of a car. Covered in Zebra muscles they are pretty well preserved, while the details a bit lost you can still see the curves and shapes. The pick up truck was my favorite. The Zebra muscles can’t attach to the glass so you still see the windows, and gliding over the top of the trucks roof, the wooden top or panel that used to be there is gone and you can peer in at the steering wheel and seats. Even on the front grill a few wires poking out let you know that this isn’t just a lump of shells in the form of a truck. It was really cool.
I wanted to embed that but YouTube isn’t working with me this morning and based on my track record lately with getting time to publish blogs, I’m going with a link. Check it out – but be kind, it was my first dive with the GoPro Hero 3+ I finally broke down and purchased for dive video. Not sure the Chesty is my favorite dive mount. [ Side Note: Having the video camera on the Chesty mount, you can't pull it away to change the modes to be able to stop your video and take a photo if you want. I also purchased filters for the water and snow to try for the next go. Overall the clarity of the video was amazing! Its just that what I was looking at? The camera was pointed down about 6 inches so I missed some footage I thought I was getting.]
After our successful find, we enjoyed a sub sandwich and a tasty beverage while the sun decided to make a complete appearance. Motivated by the gorgeous change to the weather we took the afternoon and our pontoon and enjoyed a ride on the river to Cape Vincent for dinner, returning in the sunset. We did not waste one moment of our Sunday.