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Surfing USA

Alright, I know we aren’t in the USA, but it was Independence Day and we are still US citizens, so I figured I could take a little liberty there with the title. We were eager to see what the Fourth of July would be like in CR, whether anyone would care or even know. They know, but I am not sure they care, other than caring to party.

Playa Grande

Alli shell hunting

looking for more shells

action Jackson

For us we decided to make it a family day and do something we had never ever done on the Fourth; surf. Since we had never surfed on the fourth, and most of us had never surfed at all, what better place to go than the place known for its big waves, Playa Grande. At the surf board shop we rented the biggest fattest board they had, because we like to go old school, and because they are supposed to be easier to use for beginners.

grand rock at Grande

The rocks residents

Kassie and Jake taking a rare break from the water

Big board Benny

The beach is called grande because it is a huge beach. White sand, big waves and a little wind, pretty much all you need. The white sand seems to go on forever, the waves are never-ending, the people are few and the water as warm as a spa. So into the water we went, dad the instructor who does not know how to surf, a 9 foot surf board and eager students. I suppose like anything, when you watch the pros do it, it looks easy. Swim out, turn around, catch the wave, stand up, your surfing! Of course it never is. To my surprise the hardest part was the swimming out. Almost every kid who tried had a hard time getting the board out past the waves on their own. Conversely, only after a few spills, every kid who tried to stand up and ride a wave succeeded. Our technique was simple, practice jumping up on the beach, practice balancing on the board in the water, dad holds the board until he sees a good wave then sends them on their way. Their job, jump up when they feel comfortable. To my shock, it worked.

Tra and Kassie cheesing it

hmmmm, I don't like to get my face wet, but this looks pretty cool.

Tra catching a wave on the boogie board

I can't believe I just did that! Righteous!

Now surfing is not just about standing on a surf board, that I know. But that is all I know, so until we have some actual teachers we will call that success.

After three hours in the water shuffling kids through the board, I could feel my head start to get warm and my muscles start to get tired, so I had to take a break. In fact, if I could figure out a way to sell a DVD with a wave pool that generated 5-8 foot waves over and over in people’s living room, I would be the next millionaire in the exercise market. It is definitely a workout to just stand in the surf.

Jake praying at the Mar Bar

our new favorite hole in the wall for lunch

Starving, thirsty salty and soggy we asked around for a good quick local eat and were told about Mar Bar, somewhat hidden but the only place to get some good quick grub. The Mar Bar is exactly what I would picture as a surfers hangout. Located as part of small, low-budget hotel, with a pool; It was very small, just wide enough for a row of eight three person tables an chairs in the “dining area” about 5 feet away from the six person bar. The bar had a 1/2 wall to block the road, and the rest was open. The small kitchen plainly visible to the patrons, with a flat screen tv hanging from the wall playing surf videos from around the world. Locals were in and out, the owner knowing them all by name. It was as much as of a pass-thru as a hangout. Our food was prepared by two local Ticas, and it was fantastic. All the items were fresh and handmade, especially the fries. The fries were hand cut half moons, light crispy, not greasy at all and seasoned with salt and rosemary; amazing. The fish burrito, again light but filling, loaded with fresh ingredients, as were the BLT wraps with slices of perfectly ripened avocados and special sauce. It was all excellent, and we will be back.

We finished the day with a local fireworks celebration near the Happy Snapper, a local eatery located across the street from the beach. There was live music which could be heard blocks away. Oddly enough, for USA independence day, the music was mostly Latin flavor and in Spanish. We chose to sit by the beach, not knowing where the fireworks would be displayed. Then in the pitch dark, at 7:30 we noticed that we had parked right next to the lighting station. No fences, yellow tape, nothing to keep you at a safe distance. We move a little ways away and made camp under some palm trees about 50 feet away. Half an hour late and the lighter man began the show. Now it may not have been the most awesome display we have ever seen, but what was awesome was that we were sitting on a beach, under palm trees, 8:00 pm in shorts and T-shirts, as the residual from the exploding rockets fell all around us and sizzled into the edge of the ocean. That was new. It was subdued, not overdone, simple but exotic, late, slow and appreciated, just like everything in Costa Rica. It was a good way to spend our first Independence Day abroad.

Alli and Playa Grande


Snow Dayz

This year we are trying to make the most of our snow time. Recently we had some weekend guests in the form of the four Daniels boys. This gave the boys the opportunity to do some sledding, shredding and snowboarding, along with some gaming, air soft wars, magnet projects and much more. It was an all dudes weekend. The highlight came we went to the sand pit to try out the boards for some sweet tricks. When I say we, I mean I went and took some video with my iphone. I did not for one second think about getting on the snow board. At this age I prefer to keep my legs and skull intact and unbroken. As it was, I did fall in the snow and get my hands and my phone wet, man was it cold! ( yeh I am getting soft) I shuddered when I saw that Jace was snowboarding with his tennis shoes on, and at the end of the day his feet paid for it, but for him it was worth it. I could tell because he managed to get a couple runs in before church the next morning, in this same shoes with the same swollen feet.

Although I did fall down and get a little snow on my hands and on my phone, I too braved on and pushed forward. I steadied myself and brushed the two flakes of snow off of my hand and continued to video, knowing that I had the potential to catch something special, ala Warren Miller. So try not to think about the suffering I endured to catch the perfect shot. Try not to worry about the extreme extent I went to get the right setting in the right light, and absolutely ignore the fact that I was sitting in the warm truck for the closing shots. Instead, just enjoy the art while I go soak my hands in luke warm water and pray for the feeling to return.

 

 


Austin’s fish follies

Certainly catching a pollock would be the highlight of any trip,none-the-less I felt some more fishing was in order.  So the boys and I did some old-fashioned dip netting, and brought Austin along for the ride, little did we know.

It just so happened we went on a day when the fish were literally pouring into the river. In fact, I think it was the best dipping I have ever seen. The problem with good dipnetting is that it is extremely addictive and very hard to stop, especially when the fishing is good.

Heading out after the "not so elusive" red salmon

Now the way the personal use / dipnet fishery works is that you get 25 fish for the head of the household and then 10 fish per each household member. So if you do the math, that means I am allowed 105 fish on my permit. You can bet that makes me a popular person to bring on your boat when you go dipnetting. Normally it is kind of hard to go over limit with me around. In fact, not only do I not want my limit, the closest I ever got was 92 reds. That was way too many.

We found the "not so elusive" red salmon

However the summer of 2010 turned out to eclipse that. In fact, it was a virtual fish blood path, a feeding frenzy of fish, a plethora of pescado, a lot of fish. If you were on the boat or even near the boat you got bathed in fish blood and guts. I know it sounds disgusting, but it was very manly for those of us to experience it. Although I only kept about half, the cleaning, smoking and prepping still took some time. In the end, as always, it was worth it.

The aftermath and premath of a night of cleaning for me.

We managed to get a few more fishing trips in for Austin. We spent an afternoon chasing red salmon, and he caught on quickly. He landed three red salmon all by himself with a fly rod, a not so easy task, as those who have tried knows. One of them he managed to hook legally and we kept that one for him to bring home.

Trying for some kings on Ninilchik

Dorian and Austin working it for the reds the old-fashioned way

Fish On!

Fish UP!

Fish Landed!

Any excuse to go fishing is welcomed, but I find that my absolute favorite times to fish are those times when I get to take a kid or an out-of- stater that has never caught a fish up here. For some reason I get more joy seeing them hook up a salmon, or halibut, or any species of prized pesces. Of course, like I said before, any excuse to go fishing.

Don't even think about it Austin! That eagle had the fish first.


Location, Location, Location

Did you ever have a lemonade stand? I did, and I think I made about $ 0.75. But I will never forget it. One of my 2-3 paying customers grilled me, as he was drinking his lemonade, regarding my profits. He insisted, with a straight face, that I must report my profits to the IRS. I giggled assuming he was joking, and he never cracked a smile. I was mortified that they would find out, and promptly closed the stand. When I told my dad that I had to report my profits, hey obviously looked at me puzzled, eyebrows furrowed down and said “what the heck are you talking about?” I told him about the guy. It turns out he worked with my dad, and he and my dad had a great laugh over the encounter. At that time, I thought that was cruel and unfairly affected the purchasing power of my Hot Wheels Racing Set. Now, I can’t wait till I get to return the favor.

The world famous Club K.O. Make your reservations now!

The world famous Club K.O. Make your reservations now! (note duct tape for atmosphere)

customers pulling in for some "special blend" java.

customers pulling in for some "special blend" java.

obviously jacked up on some hi octane joe!

obviously jacked up on some hi octane joe!

Well times have changed. I came home last month to find a fully operating coffee stand in my driveway. NIRVANA! If you know me, you know I love my coffee. The problem with the stand, it was being operated by my children, with my coffee, and it was being sold. No freebies. But that wasn’t the main problem, the main problem was that is was up our 100 foot, away from any other traffic, other than Tracy and I. So their customer base was limited, very limited. Further, once they figured out their customer base was zero, they began serving each other. Taking turns as imaginary customers with imaginary profits. But I applaud their ingenuity, creativeness, and stealing of my coffee goods. So if you are ever driving by Sterling and have a hankering for a hot, luke warm cup of coffee, dark water, then stop on by club K.O. It is only a few hundred yards out of the way, and for only a few dollars, I promise that you will get service with smile,if they aren’t doing school work, or sleeping, or eating, or playing……… Just keep in mind, much like Applebee’s, you are paying more for atmosphere than the actual product.

prepping for opening ( and coincedently closing) day

full house on opening day

Employee of the month, Olivia

Employee of the month, Olivia

all hail Club K.O., the only place to go for a great cup of joe.

all hail Club K.O., the only place to go for a great cup of joe.


Summer of Soccer

Finally the soccer season has come to close. Unfortunately it ended with Jerms team losing at the state tournament, so it was a bittersweet ending to be sure. However it has been a great summer of soccer. The sport has brought us to Anchorage multiple times and Fairbanks, ending with the state cup here in Kenai. During our travels we got to visit my sister and her ever increasing family, some long lost friends from Kodiak, the Wolffs, who were on the precipice of moving to Seattle from Fairbanks. The Coons who now reside in Fairbanks, and of course my Mom who is still in Eagle River.

Jake and Isiah in action, aka the hooded wonder.

Jake and Isiah in action, aka the hooded wonder.

Best friends, terrible defensemen

Best friends, terrible defensemen

picture time

picture time, not the gum in Jake's mouth and the tongue in Saih's mouth.

rarely seen without his orange hoody that gave him special soccer powers.

rarely seen without his orange hoody that gave him special soccer powers.

I must admit, prior to coaching soccer or watching the kids play soccer, I was not a huge fan. I did not understand the appeal. I mean there are no home runs or slam dunks or three pointers, and what the heck is up with the offsides? Then the refs are always playing with cards and waving flags, it seemed more like a parade at times. Now, well now it is a different story. I have come to learn and appreciate the nuances of the game, the beauty of a perfectly set up cross, the thrill of a header goal, the rarity of a blocked penalty kick, the trickery of offsides, and the amazing full speed footwork, all of it, to me, has become interesting and enjoyable. Even the refs and line judges have felt the wrath of my tongue, a sure sign that I am enjoying the sport I am watching. I will even admit I have actually chosen, not by accident like at a sport’s restaurant, but chosen to put the t.v. on a channel where a World Cup soccer match is being played and watched it. Soccer players are incredible athletes that have earned my admiration.

Livy in action on the best coached team in the league

Livy in action on the best coached team in the league

Livy playing some deadly D

Livy playing some deadly D

the boys can't keep their eyes of the game....

the boys can't keep their eyes of the game....

...neither can the girls.

...neither can the girls.

or "headphones" some of you may know her as Alli.

or "headphones" some of you may know her as Alli.

I guess it is like anything else,when you take the randomness out of it and understand the order of what is being played out before you eyes, then you can appreciate the beauty of what is occurring. It also helps if your kids are participating so you feel vested in the outcome therefore peaking your emotions and proclivity to care. It probably doesn’t hurt that unlike football, the weather is often warm, and you get to sit on the sidelines in comfy lawn chair coaching a prefect game with all the other sideline dads, with no risk. So today’s post and pictures are dedicated to the summer of soccer and the joy, exhilaration, frustration and aggravation it brought to our family; or in other words, LIFE.

Jeremy running for the snack.

Jeremy running for the snack.

must be some pizza straight ahead!

must be some pizza straight ahead!

Jerms clearing the ball

Jerms clearing the ball

coach Scott bestowing sugar and honey all over the boys, I am sure.

coach Scott bestowing sugar and honey all over the boys, I am sure.

It wasn't all soccer this is pool, err golf?

It wasn't all soccer this is pool, err golf? Better stick to soccer Jeremy.

do you think Ben knew a camera was near?

do you think Ben knew a camera was near?

Benny doing his thang!

Benny doing his thang! That girl tried to get by him earlier, you see what that got her.

Ben fixing to take the ball

Ben fixing to take the ball

That's not a push, just aggresiveness.

That's not a push, just aggressiveness.

Ben was famous for his throw ins. He managed to get a side spin on em and launch em deep.

Ben was famous for his throw ins. He managed to get a side spin on em and launch em deep.


I’m real sorry.

Knowing what to say to someone who is living through a storm has always been a struggle for me. I never know what to say to someone who’s had a close one die, get badly injured, or any tragedy. I desire to be sincere in my words, but also trying to be original. So this last couple of times I have been trying to pay attention to what encourages me, or what I like to hear people say. I remember right after my dad died I would be contacting people out in the field, and there in bright gold right above my heart was my name on my bullet proof vest. It was almost like a neon sign blinking, begging for someone to ask…. you’re not related to the Godfrey that got killed are you? The first few times it caught me off guard and I fumbled around with my words, ignoring the unsuspecting sportsman, but the more I thought about it, the more I wondered what they would say if I said yes. So me being me that’s what I started to do. “Yes, that was my dad” was my standard response. Then I just waited in silence. Almost instantly you could see the blood drain from their face. Now what? What do I say? I would just look at them in silence, curious what would come out of their mouth. Usually it was stammering, followed by “I’m really sorry about that”. The standard response. I would reply with “yeh, me too” and then get right back to business. This taught me a lesson regarding the words that emanate from my mouth, or the double edged sword.

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Jo with Jellybean, her birthday rabbit (still don't know if it is a boy or girl)

Jeremy's camera pictures 428_640x480

Our happy girl

wore out after a great birthday party

wore out after a great birthday party

This latest experience caused me to reflect on what people have said to me when I have been going through the absolute lows of my life. I wanted to know so I would know what to say to others when it was my turn to attempt to comfort them. I must say, I really liked hearing “we’ll be praying for you” , especially from people that I knew were not just saying it, people who said it and I knew they would hit their knees, probably cry, and pray from their very soul and being. When they say they are going to pray for you, that means something, that inspires, that gives you hope and encouragement. You know they are top friends on God’s facebook, and he listens to them. I have been fortunate to know a lot of those people.

Zoolander

Zoolander (or Jeremy/ Jerms as we call him)

cousin Gunnar at Grandpa's funeral

cousin Gunnar at Grandpa's funeral

Grandpa's burial site, overlooking Homer. (Not his cross)

Grandpa's burial site, overlooking Homer. (Not his cross)

But upon reflecting, the most memorable, the most inspiring, the one that I will likely never forget was not from a close friend of mine. It was right after I wrote the “at what cost blog” . This giant of a man, an acquaintance but not a close friend, found me when I was sitting by myself. He walked up to me grabbed my hand, looked me directly in the eyes, I could see the tears bulging and sparkling in his eyes, I could feel his hand trembling and see his chest heaving a little as he struggled to maintain his manly demeanor. He ,being a father of young kids, looked right into me and whispered one word with his voice crackling and trembling “dads”. That is all he said, that was all he had to say. I knew right then that he truly felt for me, perhaps he could not relate exactly to what I was feeling, but he definitely felt for me. So with one word, a man, and acquaintance, perhaps touched me more than any other condolence I have ever  received.

Jake and Jo, brother and sister forever

Jake and Jo, brother and sister forever

Asia, Aevry, McKenzie and Jo ( probably all spelled wrong)

Asia, Aevry, McKenzie and Jo ( probably all spelled wrong)

Love's riding in daddy's car ( he drives faster than mommy, but not over the speed limit!)

Love's riding in daddy's car ( he drives faster than mommy, but not over the speed limit!)

In conclusion: Only 30% of conversation is the actual words spoken. Therefore, what you say isn’t nearly as important as to how you say it, show that you really mean it, that you mean what you are saying and if you say you will pray, pray and pray earnestly. I am not saying you have to cry or well up, but just be sincere.

Extremely sick during Grandpa's funeral, and days to follow.

Extremely sick during Grandpa's funeral, and days to follow.

How about you? What has worked for you? What have you said or has someone spoken to you that comforted you? Please share so that we could all learn from your insights.


That’s what I (don’t) love about Sunday

Sunday used to be one of our favorite days, now it is a painful day. You see Sunday is the day Jo has to go away for the week, every Sunday for ….. ever? We still believe that a miracle will occur and that she will be with us, but until then it is very hard to take a little girl you love with all your heart, who is crying and begging not to go, and give her to someone that you don’t think loves her as much as you do, or will care for her like you.

Yet every Sunday afternoon we do just that. It gives us a knot in the bottom of our stomach and a fist in our throat. We do our best not to think about it, but sometimes it just sneaks up on you and you realize the gravity of the situation and the pawns we have become in that struggle that is her life. Further, instead of getting easier as the weeks pass by, the pain increases, and the reality of the weeks and months that we have missed weigh heavy on our souls and cloud our minds.

We pray, try to lighten the mood, and encourage her telling her that she will be back, and maybe, just maybe next time it will be for ever. So from the time we pick her up on Friday to Sunday, we try to make the most of our time, and that is just what we did this Fourth of July weekend.

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We started the weekend with a 2 hr. parade, yes 2 hours! An hour and a half of it were Harley riders and wrecked race cars. But the kids got tons of free candy, and after all isn’t that what Independence Day is all about?

Jo loving the deer. He better be glad hunting season is still a month a way.

Jo loving the deer. He better be glad hunting season is still a month a way.

candy hounds, this is how the spent 90% of the parade. I don't think they saw but 2 floats.

candy hounds, this is how the spent 90% of the parade. I don't think they saw but 2 floats.

Jo took a picture of daddy

Jo took a picture of daddy

After the parade we boogied down to Clam Gulch and hung out at the beach all day. The weather was absolutely perfect and we staked claim to a great section of beach. The kids played in the freezing water, the miry clay, the unstable bluff and had a great time. If we hadn’t forgot the hot dogs, it would’ve been perfect. Good thing Tra thought to pack some meat for hamburgers and saved the day.

every day at the beach must include rock throwing

every day at the beach must include rock throwing

Ok, the water's a little colder than I thought

Ok, the water's a little colder than I thought

Hmmmm, looks like she does at home.

Hmmmm, looks like she does at home.

hmmm, looks like he does at home ( minus the cool shades & fire)

hmmm, looks like he does at home ( minus the cool shades & fire)

you know how I feel about cameras!!

you know how I feel about cameras!!

I don't remember painting red, white and blue on my toes... I thought I went with striaght blue.

I don't remember painting red, white and blue on my toes... I thought I went with straight blue.

Olivia and Jake

Olivia and Jake

Jake and Jo

Jake and Jo

The warrior with the farmer tan, Ben.

The warrior with the farmer tan, Ben.

No hot oogs, no problem

No hot dogs, no problem

From the clan of ignorant fools.

From the clan of ignorant fools.

Sunday was another beautiful day, and after church and a fried chicken lunch, the slip-n-slide was calling my name. I didn’t answer it, but the kids did.

Jake prepping the slide for maximum slidage.

Jake prepping the slide for maximum slippage.

Jake in action, and yes this is a redneck slip-n-slide.

Jake in action, and yes this is a redneck slip-n-slide.

Livy in action

Livy in action

uhhh, Kassie in action?

uhhh, Kassie in action?

a redneck slide must have a redneck fort

a redneck slide must have a redneck fort

Jeremy building something I am sure, as always.
Jeremy building something I am sure, as always.
sisters forever

sisters forever

this is how you do it.

this is how you do it.

spray action

spray action

Jo eating something that is probably not meant to be eaten

Jo eating something that is probably not meant to be eaten