Add me to the list as well

I am here, reading when I can, but haven’t been able to comment, either with my XP machine or my new Windows7 machine. It’s cold and rainy in Rocky Point, I am working at home and gardening in between rain storms. Nothing much going on at the moment, but it’s been awhile, and since I can’t comment, thought maybe I should just drop a line. Haven’t heard from Russ and Donna K lately either, so hoping all is ok there.

My son and his extended family living in Joplin are all OK, but it has been a terrifying week for him. For a long time we were only able to communicate via text message, but isn’t that amazing? No phones work, but he got a message to me saying he was alive and his step daughter was in the WalMart (where she works) but alive. They put 8 women in the women’s bathroom and they all lived. They had 11 men go to the men’s bathroom, and it was obliterated and the men have not yet been found. He says the devastation is far worse than you can imagine. I know that many of us have been in this part of the country traveling in May, so I am counting blessings and praying for those not spared.

A bit later now, I have discovered if link to a blog from my followed list on my own blog, after I have logged in to blogger in draft, then I seem to be able to comment, at least more often than not. Who knows what that is about, but thought I would mention it.

Blog families and loss

I don’t blog every day, but I usually try to read the blogs I follow.  My heart hurts for a fellow blogger and blog mentor and I just wanted to add my condolences to Al and Kelly for the loss of Checkers. Somehow it never seems OK that we last so long and our animals cannot be with us for the whole journey.  After all, parrots and elephants live as long as we do.  Not dogs.  Not kitties.  Our hearts break over and over, and we still keep loving and sharing our lives with them.  Big Sigh.  I’ll add my condolences on Al’s blog, along with the many other folks out there in blog world who have followed the Bayfield Bunch and Checkers across the desert southwest. Somehow just a comment didn’t seem enough. 

Home from the Caribbean

Blues Day 2 I have been home from the 2011 Legendary Blues Cruise on the Holland America Eurodam to the Eastern Caribbean for a few days now.  My land legs have finally returned, and the ground is no longer rocking and rolling.  My daughter and I wore wrist bands on the ship and never got sea sick, but the swaying earth didn’t subside for several days after we landed.  This wasn’t your ordinary cruise, and that photo of my feet propped up on the verandah was carefully posed.  The cruise was all about the Blues, with only three days in port and the rest of the time filled with music, parties of all sorts, including Mardis Gras costume night and a wig party.  The bands played till the wee hours of the morning, and then got together on deck after the formal performances to jam until daylight.  It was an experience, to say the least. 

I haven’t yet really settled in, since I went back to work immediately upon my return.  I have 294 blog posts in my google reader list, and something tells me I might never actually catch up on all that everyone is doing.  Eventually I will post the stories and photos of our days on the water, but that might take a bit of time to sort out.  Usually when I am on a trip I have the time to blog, but on this one with my daughter, I barely touched the computer the entire time.  I have finally labeled and uploaded my photos, and with the daily activity sheets from the ship I should manage to recreate what happened from the amazing blur of activity.  I really do owe some good cruise stories to E squared and Mui who kept me so entertained with their recent cruise blog posts.

Mo and I are planning to leave on Saturday morning and pick up the MoHo for another trip to the California coast with our kayaks, and I am looking forward to some warm temperatures and relaxation!  In the mean time, I just thought it would be nice to pop up in the blog world and say, “hey, I’m baaaaaack.”

You are a What??

I have been quiet the last few days, out of respect for the tragic loss of Margie and Bruce, two people living the full time rv life and sharing that life in their blog.  Their sudden, senseless death, caused by a crazed driver in Pismo Beach, California, saddened so many and reminded us all how precious life really is. I haven’t really followed blogs until recently and I am just now discovering what a great community is here.  Thank you especially to the people who have added my blog to their list, who have made comments, and who continue to inspire me. Rick and Paulette, I am learning from you in leaps and bounds, but I’ll never measure up. Karen, I love the South, and your stories of kayaking in Florida make me want to get up and go there right now! CeiPui, is that your given name?  You are such a sweetheart, and so full of kind thoughts.  Laurie, you are my morning addiction, as you know. I’m so lucky to have met you and Odel in person!

What follows is just another piece of my story, an attempt to continue writing, sharing, talking, and learning. 

Sue-1981-05 I was a mother, a wife, and a waitress for a gazillion years before I became a soil scientist in the late 1970’s. At the time, my career choice was based on a desire to be something OTHER than a waitress, and a vague idea that I wanted to “work outdoors in the soil”. I had a beautiful garden, loved being in the wild forests of Northern Idaho, and wanted to do something where I could actually make a decent living.

Hence, soil science. My journey from waitress to soil scientist is another story, much too long for this space, but the title “Soil Scientist” always brings up the same response.

“What do you do?”

“I am a soil scientist”.

“A what??”

“A soil scientist”.

“Oh” (drawn out silence that usually includes glazed eyes while the questioner envisions me in a lab coat somewhere hunched over test tubes filled with dirt.)

In reality, my particular niche in soil science is nothing like that. For 30 plus years I was part of the National Cooperative Soil Survey Program, an effort to map the occurrence of soils throughout the US. My work had two parts, collection of the soils information and managing that information.

07SMM042b Soils occur in the landscape as a natural entity, and soil in place is what I study. The maps I made were much like geology maps, and the soils themselves reflect not only the geology, but the vegetation, the landforms, and the climate. As a field soil scientist, I had to understand how all these factors came together to make different kinds of soil, and to use these clues to decide where the boundaries between soil types would occur. Then I dug holes, 5 to 8 foot deep holes unless I hit bedrock or water or some other limiting factor, and described all the layers of those soils in minute detail. And yes, most of the time those pits were dug by hand, by me, with a shovel! I marked the location on a map, filled in the hole and moved on.

The managing of this data has changed so dramatically over the last 50 years that it is nearly unrecognizable. In the 70’s, I drew soil boundaries on black and white aerial photos with a stereoscope so that I could see the landscape in 3D. Now I use sophisticated GIS and GPS tools to make soil maps and instead of handwritten soils descriptions, we now have one of the greatest databases in the world to store soils information. If you are interested, go to Web Soil Survey and you can actually see the soils mapped in your world, on your property, and see all the associated information that is part of the soil survey product.

My career was amazing, and gave me the opportunity to see the wild parts of the world in ways I never would have managed as a lay person. I also developed my understanding of the art and science of making soils maps enough that I could mentor young folks new to the field. With this in mind, I knew that continuing to participate in the process of soil mapping and soil survey was something I wanted to do.

My agency, the Natural Resources Conservation Service, has a great program for retired scientists that allow us to work part time and share our collective expertise. I am now working for the last two soil surveys that I managed, only with no management responsibilities and no stress. It is absolutely wonderful, and has the added benefit of providing extra income for me to travel. I don’t know just how long I will continue doing this, but for now it’s really great. Since sometimes in the blog I will talk about having to get back to Klamath for work, I thought it might be fun to share just what that work actually entails.

September 22 and 23 Two days with family

The rest of the photos for these days are linked here. and here

DSCN4263 Most of this trip has been about traveling and seeing new sights and new  places.  However, along the route, we had several stops planned to visit friends and family.  Mo’s sister lives in the Denver area, with her two daughters close by.  In addition, Edna and her husband recently purchased a new (to them) motorhome and decided that a group camp would be a great way to check out all the bells and whistles.

Edna made reservations for both of us at Chatfield State Park, near Littleton, Colorado, a site only a few miles from their home and we both pulled in yesterday within a few minutes of each other.  The skies were heavy and gray and even though they looked scary, the rain that fell was just a spit here and there.  Tom and Edna were happy to have “experienced” RV’rs nearby to help with all the little details of setting up a motorhome and we enjoyed helping out,  and remembering when we were new at all this as well.

to Colorado (2) After setup, we brought out some snacks and wine, and because of the weather, snuggled into the MoHo for some catching up time.  As the evening wore on and cleared up a bit, Mo and I took an opportunity to try out the great bike trails that surround this very lovely, open park. 

Edna was excited about cooking supper for all of us and did a great job of grilled dogs and all the fixings.  The night was just cool enough to turn on the little electric heater and sleep comfortably.  I did a big breakfast for all of us in the morning while we listened to their happy tales about their successful first night sleeping in their new RV.  We all settled in to a peaceful day, with Tom and Edna hanging out and Mo and I driving to their home to visit Tom’s mother, who is a precious lady over 100 years old.  It was great to see her again. Later in the afternoon Edna’s daughters appeared, even in the midst of their busy schedules, and we visited some more and caught up with all the family newss.  Susan’s newest son is just 12 weeks old, so of course everyone had to ooh and ahh over the baby.

DSCN4254 Edna’s dog, Abby, and Jeremy all got along just fine.  Jeremy especially liked this camp, with the open space and the many critters than must have been scooting around in the grass.  He spent a lot of the time out on his leash today while we sat around not doing much else.  The skies were gorgeous, blue and brilliant with no smog or haze anywhere.  Evening was perfect with a steak supper provided by Tom and Edna and a great full harvest moon to light the evening.  Tomorrow we will be on our way to explore the Colorado Rockies as we wind our way to my heart home at Capital Reff.  Soon, very soon, I will again be in my red world that speaks to me so deeply.  My kids keep saying, mark the spt with gps or something, Mom, how in the heck are we supposed to find this place. (the one where my ashes go!)  LOL