How To Catch a Solar Eclipse

After a full afternoon of travel, we raced to find a dispursed campsite,
somewhere in the region of Escalante, Utah. Besides the normal
challenges of finding a place suitable for three big rigs to stop for a
night (or hopefully more) we were in a rush to find a place to catch a
FULL SOLAR ECLIPSE. I'm not sure if the eclipse was to be full on the
east coast where we are from, but here in Utah we had heard that it
might be. The time to find a good spot: 6:30 PM.

Unfortunately, the road we hoped would have great camping turned out to
be a long drive into nowhere and with (practically) no turn arounds. So
we stopped where we were and decided to deal with the campsite search
later, and direct our attention to making an eclipse-viewing station.
Revived with a slice of Auntie Jen's amazing gluten-free banana bread
and some "lil' smokies" sausages, we refined our
hole-punch-in-paper-sun-projection techniques.

Our efforts did not disappoint. The eclipse was full, and the kids
discovered all you have to do to project several images of the eclipsing
sun onto our camper is to hold your fingers close together and the gap
between fingers acts like a pin prick on paper. What an amazing
evening! And yes, we eventually found both a turn-around, and camping
location in a gravel pit (with a fire ring!)

The Coolest Road in America - Yikes!!!

Highway 12 across the wild and mountainous reaches of south-central Utah was not completed until 1985. As we passed through the Escalante Canyon portion of this road, I think I figured out what engineering puzzle had prevented it's earlier completion. Unfortunately, due to my combination of excitement and terror as I watched Skye (to ensure he was driving directly in the center of the road), my photo taking abilities failed me and I did not depress the click button enough to actually get pictures of the scariest (and coolest) part. The pictures I post won't do it justice, I'm afraid.

The stretch of road I describe is called the Hog's Back, and it is a single road with no guard rails, and sheer drop offs over slick rock cliffs, on BOTH SIDES- at the SAME TIME. Crazy! Remember, our group is traveling in three rigs. Ours is an F-250 pulling our 28 foot trailer, Grandma and Grandpa drive a Dodge with a big fifth-wheel, and Chris and Jennifer's family drives a full-on bus pulling a Jeep. Good thing we are all good drivers!

Goblins and Capitol Reef National Park

The morning after the sand cleared, we entered one of nature's coolest playgrounds. Goblin Valley State Park is landscape of funky looking sandstone formations that look like little goblins/gargoyles. Most exciting for kids of all ages as that you are allowed to climb on all of them. All 3,600 acres! We were able to burn quite a bit of energy jumping and climbing, so we set off for Capitol Reef National Park.

Our hike on the Hickman Bridge Trail in Capitol Reef included views of Capitol Dome (so named because it reminded the original visitors of our nation's capitol building), Hickman Bridge, and Fremont tribal ruins and petroglyphs. By the way, an arch is formed by wind erosion, but a natural bridge is formed by water erosion. The Hickman Bridge is the largest natural bridge in North America, if we remember our facts correctly. It was hefty enough to provide a nice shady spot for our mid-hike snack break - necessary when hiking with 6 kids!

Shelter From the Sand

Blowing sand! Our traveling compadres have endured many weather conditions that have caused them to be “trapped” in their rigs for hours (or days) at a time. A sandstorm in the San Rafael Desert near Goblin State Park was our first.

But what a blessing! With our mouths filled with sand and our hats low over our faces, we found a lovely little canyon for our shelter. We had little turn-around room, so we lined up our rigs end to end. During breaks in the storm, we enjoyed hiking through the weather and time eroded sandstone formations of the canyon. And when the wind blew? We had a great excuse to do “nothing” and relax with family. I think we will sleep well tonight- lulled by the rocking of our RV in the wind.

Canyonlands and Arches

The Duncan crew descended upon one of Skye's favorite places (with memories of rock climbing trips fresh in his mind). Our four days and nights near Moab, Utah was filled with adventure. We visited Canyonlands and Arches National Parks, in which we enjoyed lovely hikes, grand drives and views, and the kids had fun satisfying the requirements for the Junior Ranger Programs in each park. A side trip in our four-wheel drive vehicles led us to real dinosaur tracks! How cool to put our feet in the steps of ancient beasts.

The whole group at an arch in Canyonlands

The kids love to climb rocks and have had lots of opportunities. This shot was taken at Arches NP. Skye is a kid too.

Élise and puppy Cleo looking at a dinosaur track.

Healing My Brain

An article in the May 2012 issue of Backpacking Magazine details how wilderness exposure helps a person think and focus more clearly, and perform at a higher cognitive ability. After three days of hiking and backcountry living, the test subjects improved their cognitive performance on simple tests by 50%. Apparently, the frontal lobe of the brain, critical to our thinking when we multitask, is able to rest while we engage in a more stream-of-consciousness type of thinking.

Our family has lived now for five years in Northern Virginia, a very busy place. Our lifestyle required daily multitasking as we attended both to a demanding schedule and the pressures of raising a young family. I have found myself so mentally fatigued from the constant multitasking and stress that I have been hungry for simplicity.

Wilderness living seems to fit the bill for a bit of mental recovery! Right now, we are camped in a remote area in southwestern Colorado. We are living quite communally with Skye's cousin's family, his folks, and our family. We have three rigs parked in an open field on private, secluded land. The clean air and easy rhythm of life are like a healing balm to my tired mind. The nights are cold, the days hot (and variable), the children satisfied with outdoor play, and the schedule practically non-existent. Our meals are cooked over a fire pit dug by the men, and archery with cousins, birding with Grandma, playing with the dogs, and hiking are favorite activities. Already our family seems more tightly knit, and the respite is soothing to the soul.

Sand Dunes in the Rockies?

"This is WAY better than Jockey's Ridge," Keelin said as she neared the top.

I never knew this place existed! The five of us just ascended the highest sand dune in North America, placed right in the heart of the Rocky Mountains. The place? Great Sand Dunes National Monument, in Colorado. What a treat! From wading in a warm stream across the sand, to stepping through lines of snow with our bare feet, this 750 foot climb was spectacular. With views of the Sangre de Christo Mountains to our east, and a stunning valley to our west, this hike was sublime. The girls had a huge sense of accomplishment after enduring the climb of 750 feet.





Élise was afraid of the heights and ridges but was comforted following in footsteps laid before her.



Trust in the Lord with all you heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways, acknowledge Him, and He will lead you in straight paths. Proverbs 3: 5-6

Why the Rush?

If one of our goals in our summer travels is to spend leisure time with family and escape a life confined to schedules, why did we blast across half the country in only 4 days? Skye and I weighed the pros and cons of taking our time across the eastern states versus making time and putting the family through (slight) suffering, and opted for the latter. We decided that making it to see his brother's family in Colorado Springs in time for me to watch my friend compete in the Southwest Regional Crossfit Games would be our priority. Time is also of the essence, since Skye only has a few short weeks until his return to the daily grind of work. We want to have ample time with his parents and cousin's family as well (who are currently galavanting about northern New Mexico in their rigs.) And it worked out great! Our little girls "toughened" in their road-hardiness, we made it to friends and family, and we still hit the Route 66 Museum and The BBQ Pig Palace!

The BBQ Pig Palace along I-40 in Oklahoma

The Capulin Volcano in New Mexico

Our girls with cousin Eildh

A Prayer for Flingy

Do you know how a little child can become so attached to a toy? For Carys, her love is "Flingy." Pink is her favorite color, so flamingos are her favorite animal. Midway across Tennessee, we realized no one had seen Flingy since the last campsite. Carys was certain she hadn't taken Flingy from the safety of the RV, but after searching for the better part of a day, we weren't so sure. We were worried the flingo might really be lost.

Carys was so brave and patient all day long, having hope she'd be found, but by bedtime she could bear it no longer. During bedtime prayers, her tears began to flow, and she cried and cried. We stopped and prayed that Flingy would be found, I knowing that God often has loving teaching for us in our losses. But I remembered the faith of a child, so we prayed BOLDLY that Flingy would be found.

And do you know what? I looked one more time into Carys' toy box, where I had looked half-a-dozen times, and there was Flingy, laying there plain as day. Oh, the rejoicing! We praised the Lord, faith was strengthened, and we were all reminded to pray for the least of things and know that God is concerned with the smallest of details for his children.

What Matters Most

The Duncan family has now officially cleared the I-95 corridor! We have said goodbye to friends, completed our U-Haul/minivan/F-250 RV caravan to Ft.Bragg, off-loaded our stuff, and are heading west. We are currently in central North Carolina, the family snoozing to the sounds of morning bird song. Well, except for me.

Before we left Alexandria, as I was pulling moving paper out of a used box, I discovered this little guy. We decided he must want to travel with us and see North America. Introducing.........

Travel Gumby! He was originally a salt-and-pepper shaker (weird!?!) but he is now our "Flat Stanley" and will be visiting such lovely sights as the Grand Canyon, and... well, I don't yet know where we are going.

So look for updates as we head west. We are tentatively planning to move out pretty fast to see if we can get somewhere special by a certain time. I'll let you know what that is if our rapid travel plans work out OK for the little girls...

Learning to See

We've lived in the hurry and rush of a metropolitan area now for several years. I have so many friends who love urban stimulation and being constantly on the go... they thrive on it. Though I feel blessed to have been here, to have had this experience, and to have made these friends, I am CRAVING desertion, simplicity, and an empty schedule. A place to let creativity bloom and to talk with each other and to bask - to enjoy - to take our time deciding what to do next. Every day a few more of our "things" go into boxes. And every day I feel more free. The day I took all the pictures off the walls left me with a palpable sense of peace. Why?? It's not like pictures were a burden to me... I certainly don't dust them. But I love the clarity that the empty walls bring. I love the feeling I get when all of my stuff goes into boxes. Less burden. Less bother. More time and attention to what is actually important to me and our family.

It is my hope that our time living more simply in our RV this summer will be satisfying in its simplicity. I pray we will appreciate each other, others, and beauty, more than we do our stuff and our routines. Let us take pleasure in slowing down and learning again how to feel, think, and SEE. Let us enjoy the long pauses- even be satisfied in "boredom."

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. 2 Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge. Psalm 19: 1-2

A New Chapter...

Wake up blog! I've let you take a little nap for about 2 years now, but I am ready to awaken you to use you as my TRAVEL BLOG for a few months. The Duncan family is clearing out of Northern Virginia in about a week, and new adventures await. We have had a wonderful 5 years here filled with new friends and blessing. Today, I took a walk at Accotink Bay Wildlife Refuge, considering it my "farewell to Virginia" adventure.

It was beautiful to see and feel the fog burn off, while looking forward to the months ahead.

We are eventually moving to North Carolina, but we will take the long route... through the west and perhaps Canada? Our plans are loose, but the company will be great. We'll enjoy time with fellow RV travelers (Grandma and Grandpa, cousins...). I am sure we will have many stories to tell. Bear with me as I try to learn how to operate this blog, and allow my creative juices to flow. Do you think I will have any creative juices during a summer with 3 little girls in 300 feet of living space? We shall see...

Taking time to bask in His declarations

My bent in life has always been to put pressure on myself to perform. It is the "well-worn rut" I fall into again and again. If something isn't working well for me in life, it is my tendency to establish for myself another law to follow, in an attempt to rectify the situation. At times I have made my transformation my primary goal in my Christian walk. In my quest for Christ-likeness, I have even gone so far as to overindulge a little more so that I would feel a little guiltier and thus a little more likely to repent and change.

Hum. That doesn't sound right, does it? No! That is not the Gospel and falling into the rut of self-salvation and performance does nothing to transform me toward Christ. It is the trap the Galatians had found themselves in:

Galatians 3:3-5 Are you so foolish? After beginning with the Spirit, are you now trying to attain your goal by human effort? Have you suffered so much for nothing- if it really was for nothing? Does God give you his Spirit and work miracles among you because you observe the law, or because you believe what you heard?

The primary focus of my attention as a Christian should not be my obligations to him, but his declarations toward me. Only when I get the order right will my obedience flow out as a fruit of the Spirit. Only then will my obedience not be a work of human effort. He says I am welcomed, loved, and forgiven! My sins have been removed from me as far as East is from West (Psalm 103:12)! He rejoices over me with singing (Zephaniah 3:17)! It does not depend on my desire or effort, but on God's mercy (Romans 9:16)! There is now no condemnation for me for I am in Christ Jesus (Romans 8:1), completely forgiven by Christ! The pressure is off, I am set free!

I have to repeat these truths to myself over and over again as I almost slip-up and fall into my law-making, self-condemning rut again. I have to preach the Gospel to myself and it's sweetness slowly releases me from the sin-snares of my own making.

It is not about me and what I do, but about Him and what He has done. What a relief! I pray the Gospel will seep into all the crevices of my life as I bask in his declarations, that I might know his joy, power, and love. Out of this place may I fulfill his obligations.

She wears her heart on her sleeve

One of our daughters, it appears, wears her heart on her sleeve. I've heard that this can be a helpful personality trait when trying to understand the disposition of a heart.

"I don't like you," says 3-year old Élise.

Hum.

My kids pretend a lot, but that seems a bit harsh.

We certainly don't allow the children to speak so disrespectfully to us, but I wonder if there is some truth to this bit of "pretend." It hurts to think that she may have some actual meaning behind her words.

"Élise, you should not say such unkind words to anyone. Do you remember that the Bible says we are to love our neighbor as ourselves? Do you think that I am your neighbor?"

I see a glimmer of understanding in her eyes, as she grasps the gravity of what her thoughtless words meant.

"It hurt me to hear you say such a thing to me. You do love your mother, don't you?"

"Yes."

We go on. I know to take things a bit lightly in the world of pretend that my little girls live in. But, I still hope that my sins against her haven't caused her to have any sort of separation from, or dislike of me, her own mother.

A couple of minutes later as I put on her shoes and socks, I silently pray for her. I ask the Lord to cause her heart to be soft so that she might be convicted of her own sin.

"I'm sorry I was bad, Mommy," she bravely says as she looks me straight in the eye.

"Oh, it's OK sweetie. You are a sinner just like me, and I forgive you just like Jesus forgives me."

I'm thankful that the Lord works through prayer, and that he gives us illustrations of his grace toward us. I pray that our children will grasp the deeper meaning of these instances in life, that their hearts may be tender to receive HIS forgiveness, as well.