tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4842942166219738892024-03-05T23:58:58.321-08:00The TuckerbagBackseat Living in the NortheastAsh Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09291661920927172111noreply@blogger.comBlogger350125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484294216621973889.post-24763785932406179912014-12-13T19:11:00.002-08:002014-12-13T19:11:33.046-08:00Island Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">"It's only those who do nothing that make no mistakes, I suppose."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">-Joseph Conrad</span></div>
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Puerto Rico.<br />
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Back in June, not long after arriving in Alaska, I recognized that my summer was going to be wet and would not include a beach, so I emailed a hostel in Puerto Rico and asked if they would be interested in a work exchange. They agreed and I bought the plane ticket. Now I live in one of the most beautiful and interesting places I've been to yet. I live on an island off the East Coast called Vieques, a small community on the edge of the Caribbean where there is very little to do but relax. I swim almost every day in water that is warm in the <br />
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morning and cool in the afternoon, appearing to change according to the temperature of the air. There are wild horses that wander down the road, palm trees that look like any tropical fruit juice advertisement, and bars that serve as the gathering place for every social event simply because they are the only show in town.<br />
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I got here on November 20th, nearly a month ago, and am loving it. I work 28 hours a week for my bed and three meals a day plus discounted drinks, and the other 12 hours I choose to take on get me some cash. No, it's not a good long term position, but it will get me through the next few months far from the clutches of winter, which seems to have ventured much farther south then it belongs. </div>
Ash Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09291661920927172111noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484294216621973889.post-3531515700449463902014-12-10T14:10:00.000-08:002014-12-10T14:10:07.215-08:00Day #4 and #5: Beveryly Beach to Newport<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Day #4<br />
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It didn't rain much during the night, but it was enough to reveal the flaw in my bivy. Somehow, over many years of love, it had ceased to be waterproof and when I touched the sides (which is bound to happen in something resembling a long green coffin) the water would seep in.<br />
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So that was the end of the bivy, it went straight into the garbage with what little fanfare we could muster. The Karmatic trade off to the death of the bivy was the discovery of forgotten lentils in a bear box. Someone had, whether intentionally to save weight or out of absentmindedness, abandoned a <br />
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two pound bag of green lentils and an equally large bag of lentil and pasta soup mix. As we sat under the beautiful old bridge drying my sleeping bag and eating truly healthfully for maybe the first time in our trip we were really happy to be wandering. Before calling the bus for a pickup we walked to the Devil's Punch Bowl and Otter Rock, two beautiful scenic spots only slightly sullied by our discovery of a dead seal on the beach, which Emy nearly stepped on as she chased the perfect photo.<br />
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The Lincoln County bus came into view a little after noon to take us the final leg to my initial destination of Newport Oregon. I'd lived there for a summer maybe ten years earlier and, as we do with most past experiences, I had exaggerated the highlights until only the very best of the town remained and my was actually homesick for a place I hadn't called home in nearly a decade. It was a town of small shops and friendly beer drinkers permeated by the smells of seafood and the sounds of barking seals. I'd forgotten, of course, about the business district, a two mile long strip of car dealerships, Burger Kings, and Laundromats. We walked the length of that blazing hot commercial parade, weighed down by packs and feet hurting, all the way to Walmart and Fred Myer, neither of which had a viable tent option. We did, however, find something else and his name was Wes.<br />
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Wes is a gentleman who captures what it means to live on the west coast. He was a traveler, by foot, car, and thumb, recently settled down to the semi profitable growing profession and about as giving as anyone who has every needed something and been taken mercy on. He not only offered me an old tent that was wedged in the back of his truck, but he also let us ride in said truck all the way to the South Beach State Park where he and his friend set the tent up and offered us a beer. In exchange we took them out to the Rouge Brewery for some of the best IPA I've had in a very long time. That night both Emy and I slept dry and exhausted.<br />
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Day #5<br />
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After a dry night sleep my task became ordering a tent and luckily REI had the perfect solution, but, even with next day shipping I'd have to find a place to sleep for two nights.<br />
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That's when we discovered the Yurts.<br />
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I'm not sure why but Oregon state parks love yurts (probably because they're awesome!) and the South Beach State Park had lots of these circular dwelling for about $40/night. We booked one first thing in the morning and were blown away by such conveniences as a heater, couch, and skylight as well as board games and coffee at the main office. Needless to say we immediately emptied all of our gear out, including shoes, and set them close enough to the heater that, had they not been so wet, we probably could have burnt the yurt down.<br />
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I walked the few miles to town, revisiting the old haunts, while Emy rented her battered feet and walked around the park, falling in love with the Newport Bridge and grasslands.<br />
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Ash Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09291661920927172111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484294216621973889.post-83658648437758639282014-11-04T20:01:00.000-08:002014-11-04T20:05:19.604-08:00Day #2 and #3: Cape Lookout to Beverly Beach<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i><span style="color: #b45f06;">Do not be angry with the rain; </span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i><span style="color: #b45f06;">it simply does not know how to fall upwards.</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i><span style="color: #b45f06;"> - Vladimir Nabokov
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<b>Day #2</b><br />
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I woke up soaked. Like really soaked. Tent, sleeping bag, clothes, backpack, everything and Emy, despite her waterproof tent, didn't fare much better. Our packs began weighing about 25lbs each but with all those soaking wet supplies they felt like we'd added stones. After some trail mix (neither of us had much of an apatite) we hit the road again and hiked two miles uphill and then another two miles down. I thought I was going to pass out, but we kept on trucking and by mile two we'd begun discussing <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hip_dysplasia_%28human%29">hip displaysia</a> (at the time it seemed like the only logical explanation for the extreme pain in my hip joints).<br />
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Emy's feet were really hurting her but our thumbs weren't stopping anyone until finally, past the sand dunes and after a long break to inspect blisters, we were rescued by a very nice older couple from Portland. He was an ex marine and she was a former teacher and they had a very big van. To continue the way we'd meant to go this very nice couple would have only driven us about 1/2 mile, but they were on their way to Cloverdale Oregon for lunch, about 17 miles south east. We decided to gamble on better hitchhiking via rt 101 and 30 minutes later we were standing in a small farming town.<br />
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Our original intention might have been to hitch, but on our way out of town we spotted, nailed to a telephone pole near the post office, a bus schedule. It went all the way to Lincoln City, a place I'd spent a lot of time in when I lived in Newport Oregon seven years ago, and I was sure things would look up if we could only get to that point. The bus was only an hour away and it cost a paltry $2 each for us to ride 20 miles in style.<br />
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Here it was only the second day and we already had to have a discussion about a possible hotel room. There isn't much camping near Lincoln City at this time of year, but that concern was secondary to the state of our water saturated gear. Emy's feet were blistering and both our shoes were soaked. When you're walking all day your feet have to be ok so once in the "city" (it's really just a big town) we walked to the Econo Lodge and got ourselves a room.<br />
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We emptied everything out of our backpacks and laid them on every surface we could find. Chairs, hangers, doors, the TV. Everything was covered in wet gear and the place smelled like a kennel after a rain storm. We left it, walked to <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/old-oregon-tavern-lincoln-city">The Old Oregon Tavern</a> for some beers, then meandered back for an amazing night's sleep. <br />
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<b>Day #3</b><br />
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The Lincoln City Beach was only 1.5 miles long, but with a strong headwind it took us over an hour <br />
to walk it with our now dry backpacks. Once at the jetty we started hitching the highway portion and got picked up by an older gentleman (maybe 80) named Yune. Yune is from South Africa and in the 1960s he hitched all the way from London to Singapore. It took him 9 months and makes him one of the coolest hitchers I've ever met. <br />
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Wow we covered a lot of ground each day!<br />
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The bus to Beverly Beach State Park was $2 and it dropped us off right at the entrance. Although the weather had been nice in Depoe Bay it seemed to be turning so we set up our tents quickly and went for a walk. <br />
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That night I went to bed early, mainly because the forcast called for rain and I wanted to get at least some rest, uncertain if it had been the tent or my set up of the tent that had caused my wet night at Cape Lookout.<br />
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It was the tent.</div>
Ash Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09291661920927172111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484294216621973889.post-85780004140541456582014-11-04T19:04:00.000-08:002014-11-04T19:04:50.637-08:00Day #1: First Day Disasters<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><span style="color: #b45f06;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">“If I saw you hitchhiking, I’d smile and return your thumb’s up, just
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So on October 17th Pam, who didn't want to see us begin our journey hiking over some huge coastal mountain, drove us down the road to Rockaway Beach. Emy and I shouldered our packs, about 25lbs each, leaned into the wind, which was blowing directly at us, and began trudging down the beautiful (if slightly damp and cloudy) beach.<br />
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We loved it! Even when we had to cross our first little river and Emy got soaked in the tide, and three miles later we were at the jetty.<br />
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Ah, the jetty.<br />
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Now there really isn't a whole lot published about the Oregon Coast Trail, but we did find a short ebook which said we had to call a fishery for a ride across said jetty. Apparently we glazed over the part where it said "Call 24 hours in advance" so, quick to make decisions in the intermittent rain, we decided to hitchhike towards the fishery in town. Emy had never hitchhiked before but we were quickly picked up by five very nice Mexican guys in a pickup out for a day of fishing. They were great, offering us a beer as soon as we got in, and drove us right around the jetty to the town of Tillimuck about 8 miles away where our guide book said we could pick the trail back up. <br />
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13 miles. 13 miles in the rain. 13 miles in the rain and on a main road with no shoulder. Our thumbs stayed out but with the rain coming down I figure that either people couldn't see out honest faces or they didn't want two drowned rats climbing into their car. Pavement is not the same as sand or even dirt hiking trail. It hurts! And we were wet and Emy's shoes were still soaked from the tide and now water pooled on the top of her foot at each step. Despite all of these first day obstacles we climbed the mountain on Whiskey Creek Road laughing so hard it became difficult to walk.<br />
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The hysterics didn't pass until we were at <a href="http://www.oregonstateparks.org/index.cfm?do=parkPage.dsp_parkPage&parkId=134">Cape Lookout State Park</a> and trying to find the hiker biker camping area ($5 each). By then everything hurt, the rain was coming sideways, and we still needed to set up our tents. We ended up sitting in the women's restroom, the only semi dry place in our world, for nearly an hour, eating trail mix and wringing out our socks before venturing back out into the rain.<br />
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Now, Emy, the most helpful and accommodating girl I know, lent me her bivy for this trip. A bivy, or "the coffin" as she calls it, is a supper narrow tent that really just has room for one person laying flat, not even a backpack will really fit. I set it up, staked it down, climbed in soaking wet and got into my new sleeping bag.<br />
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It was maybe 20 minutes later that I realized I was actually becoming wetter. My first thought was that I had set up the tent wrong, maybe I let too much rain in while I was setting up, maybe the wind was strong enough to blow rain around the rain fly. I woke up many times that night, each time feeling the puddle I was laying in grow. I will say that my sleeping bag was amazing, keeping me warm and pretty dry (the only water got in through the zipper), but really it could only do so much. The hiker biker site was up against the ocean which, at any other time would have been amazing, but that night it sounded like the world was ending.<br />
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Ash Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09291661920927172111noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484294216621973889.post-25724224641151737092014-11-04T07:26:00.000-08:002014-11-04T07:26:13.267-08:00Leaving Alaska<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #b45f06;"><span class="bqQuoteLink">Portland,
Oregon won't build a mile of road without a mile of bike path. You can
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">- Lance Armstrong</span></span></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">It's been a while since my last post, not because nothings been happening but because so much has been happening that I just haven't had time to stop and recount it all. Even my journals have become bullet points rather than fully formulated thoughts, something I scribble on the floor of my tent under the fading light of a headlamp. That being said, this update may be in multiple parts.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">But now I have time to sit here with that journal, safe and sound and back in the big city. The fire alarm in my hostel went off at 5am which gave me a wonderful excuse to get up and get writing, and sometimes that's what it takes. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">On October 1st I left the mighty Yukon River of Alaska after five months in the interior. It was a memorable experience living with eight other employees in the middle of nowhere and I can't say I regret any of it. My mother use to say about albums and cookbooks that if you get just one really good recipe/song out of it than the purchase was worth while. I think that goes for experiences and friends too and I got a few really good friends out of the deal. So I left the river and with two of those now good friends headed to Anchorage for a few days. We saw the sights, rented a car and visited Seward (which is beautiful and highly recommended), and then flew south to Seattle where I stayed at the <a href="http://www.greentortoise.com/">Green Tortuous</a>, a great Hostel right downtown, which my friend Emy visited family while promising to meet in Seaside Oregon the following week.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Seattle was cool, some nice little parks and their <a href="http://www.seattleartmuseum.org/">Museum of Art</a> [SAM] (my litmus test for most cities) was pretty good if slightly overpriced for what they offered. I was excited for their advertised Impressionist Exhibit which turned out to be one wall with only one or two noteworthy pieces, but their display of Greek art was beautiful and worth checking out. My main accomplishment in the city was to stop at the REI headquarters and buy a sleeping bag called the <a href="http://www.thenorthface.com/catalog/sc-gear/cats-meow.html">Cat's Meow</a>. Why a sleeping bag, you ask? Well I was planning to hike the <a href="http://www.oregon.gov/oprd/parks/Pages/oct_main.aspx">OCT </a>with one of those good friends from Alaska. We figured it would take about a month from what we'd read and, while we understood that Oregon in October would be a bit soggy, we were very excited to have a whole month of camping.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">After a day in the city and a day with a friend I caught the <a href="https://www.boltbus.com/">Bolt Bus </a>heading for Portland. I'd never used Bolt before but it cost about $16 which is hard to beat, and the driver was friendly and on time. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Now Portland I could live in. The city itself is full of dense parks, tall trees, statuary (including the second largest bronze statue in America), and they have an amazing art museum [<a href="http://www.portlandmuseum.org/">PMA</a>]. I wandered around for hours eating from food carts, getting lost in <a href="http://www.powells.com/">Powell's Bookstore</a>, strolling through the <a href="http://www.lansugarden.org/">Lan Su Chinese Gardens</a> and generally having an awesome time. I stayed in a beautiful little neighborhood outside the city with my cousin Pheobe and her husband who had moved there from San Francisco a few years earlier and agreed that Portland was just as awesome as I'd believed. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pheobe's friend Pam has a house in Cannon Beach and offered to drive me to the coast, so a few days later we were on the road, bumping along in her pickup without much of a plan for what I would do once I got there. Staying in Pam's little cabin was a great start to the trip and the following day we drove to Seaside to pick Emy up at the <a href="http://www.seasidehostel.net/">Seaside International Hostel</a>, which she tells me was very pleasant. We got a night, one wonderful night at Pam's before heading south, and it wasn't that we didn't understand what we were getting into, but there is a difference between knowing something and <i>knowing something</i>. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">To Be Continued...</span></span></div>
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Ash Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09291661920927172111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484294216621973889.post-88011844519689811512014-08-26T07:48:00.000-07:002014-08-26T07:48:36.760-07:00Arctic Ocean Adventure<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;">“We shall not cease from exploration</span></span></div>
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And the end of all our exploring</div>
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Will be to arrive where we started</div>
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And know the place for the first time.” </div>
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― <span style="background-color: transparent;">T.S. Eliot</span>, <i>Four Quartets</i></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Full Arctic Foot Dip</td></tr>
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The season here at the Yukon River is
drawing to a close and I can't say I'm super upset about it. It's
been a fun ride; I've met lots of cool people, read a ton of books,
seen some local wildlife, and learned a lot about the area, but
it's time to move on and I'm feeling the keen pull of a new
adventure.</div>
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Until this past weekend I'd only left
the Yukon River Camp (YRC) once since May. Between bad weather on my days off
and lack of transportation getting out of here seemed like an
impossibility, but this past Saturday I caught the <a href="http://www.daltonhighwayexpress.com/zfrotgz8jgal2r94428o06r0qjk7lv">Dalton HighwayExpress</a> van from YRC to Deadhorse and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prudhoe_Bay,_Alaska">Prudoe Bay</a> for a chance to dip
my toes in the Arctic Ocean. Yes, it's a super touristy thing to do,
but I wasn't going to leave Alaska without doing it, having been so
close.
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Close is a relative term I guess
because the van ride itself was 12 hours each way, which is the
equivalent of driving from my old home in New Hampshire to South
Carolina, the difference being that we were going about 40 MPH tops
and had to pull over for every big rig that passed (and there are a
lot of those up here). My day began at 9am on Saturday as I boarded
the van, which already accommodated three passengers from Fairbanks.
We stopped at the Arctic Circle sign (not super impressive but a good
landmark) and then at Coldfoot Camp (about four hours from YRC) for
some food before making the big push to Prudoe. We passed through
the Brooks Mountain Range, which I think everyone should see at some
point because they're AMAZING (I'm already planning to come back and
hike), then to Atigun Pass where one of the passenger departed for a
hiking trip. After that the mountains that began as "Man From
Snowy River" in the south and became "Lord of the Rings"
in the north began to peter out, and then the rolling hills and
finally the wide open tundra, where the only thing obstructing your
view is atmosphere and the curve of the earth. We saw some Caribu
and some Caribu hunters before hitting Deadhorse, a small industrial
"town" housing more than 3,000 men and women who work the
pipeline. <a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/Hotel_Review-g31103-d1093563-Reviews-Deadhorse_Camp-Prudhoe_Bay_Alaska.html">Deadhorse Camp</a> was cozy and I got a TV in my room, an
unknown luxury which meant I stayed up too late.</div>
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At 5:30am I woke up, got dressed,
packed my things, and headed to the dining room for some French
toast before meeting with the security guard who checked my ID before
letting me board the Arctic Ocean bound shuttle.</div>
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<i>TIP: You cannot drive to the ocean
itself so if you want to see the ocean while in Prudoe Bay you need
to make reservations on a tour 24 in advance. The van
needs to pass through a security checkpoint to get to the water, but
it's pretty informal. All you'll need to do is have a reservation
and then present your ID before the tour. Call 877-474-3565 to make reservations.</i></div>
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The ocean was cold and large and bland,
but worth the trip if only for the story. I dipped my toes in, saw
some polar bears from super far away, and then hit the road south.
The ride back was more eventful then the ride up, in large part
because we were joined by three ladies from New </div>
Zealand who began
cracking beers as soon as we got on the road. We saw mountain sheep,
a very recent plan crash in Atigun Pass, some more beautiful
mountains, and a black bear about ten miles north of YRC.
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So it took me two days and 24 hours of
driving to see the arctic ocean, Was it worth it? Of course and I
would have regretted being up here the whole summer and not seeing it
because really when is the next time I'll be in Alaska? Probably no
time soon.</div>
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Ash Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09291661920927172111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484294216621973889.post-8215285734078129812014-07-06T15:17:00.000-07:002014-07-06T15:17:31.268-07:00Escape!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">While I am still
loving the Yukon River it has become clear that close quarters and
boredom breed drama, so last Friday I escaped to the big city of
Fairbanks for a much needed reprieve. You'd think that being out in
the middle of no place with the wind and the trees and the river
would be relaxing, but what I was really craving was anonymity. The
chance to walk through a store and recognize no one, to eat lunch
alone, to blend in with a crowd and go unnoticed for even a few
hours.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So I caught the
express shuttle southbound out of the YRC and honestly slept most of
the way into town where I checked in at <a href="http://www.svenshostel.com/">Sven's Basecamp Hostel</a>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Sven's is a really
unique place unlike any other hostel I've been to. It has the air of
a brand new facility both because of the cleanliness of the hostel
and the enthusiasm of Sven and his sister, both of whom were very
friendly and accommodating. For $27 I got a bed in what they call a
tent but it really more of a safari tent with permanent wood walls. I
could have also rented a tipi or a cabin for some extra privacy, but
I was the only girl there anyway so I saved some money.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The first thing I
did after checking in was walk down to Safeway, get some dinner, and
sit on the bench outside people watching. You know what was the best
part? Having someplace to walk to. I wish I were a hiker, someone
like my sister who loves to climb mountains and trek far into the
forest, but I am the sort who loves walking towards something, even
through something and I hadn't realized how much I missed that aspect
of New Orleans. The next morning I took full advantage of the city
(It's really more of an oversized town) and I walked more than 11
miles. I went to Wal-Mart, the outdoor sports store, got my eyebrows
shapes, sat by the river, and even stopped at the <a href="http://www.morristhompsoncenter.org/">Cultural and Visitor'sCenter</a>, which I highly recommend if you're in the area.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">As it happened a
friend of mine from Vermont way back in 2010 was in the neighborhood
on her way out of Denali so we met up around 8pm when her train got
in. I had this brilliant plan to check out <a href="http://www.silvergulch.com/">Silver Gultch Brewery</a>
which Google Maps said was just across the rover about 2.5 miles from
Sven's Hostel. After walking all day I suggested taking a cab, but,
as it turns out, the brewery was all the way in the town of Fox
nearly ten miles away and my blood pressure rose each time the
cabbie's fare ticked up. $57! By the time we got to the brewery I was
highly irritated but the beer was very good and my friend found a
nice lady who drove us back to Fairbanks. We stayed up all night
drinking whiskey and smoking poorly rolled cigarets with three
Argentinian bikers and by 4:30am it was time for my to make my way
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So I show up at the
office to catch a van or tour going north. I'm exhausted in that
slightly tipsy, red eyes, why didn't I sleep last night sort of way
and they tell me that they're going to put me on a plane to Coldfoot.
Awesome! It's a little six-seater and the pilot stows my pack in the
wing. We take off... and the next thing I know we're landing in
Coldfoot. I slept through the entire ride, right over the arctic
circle! I'm still exhausted but we (myself and the four others that
were on the tour) pile into a van and we drive to Wiseman, a small
off settlement with a lot of history, and we get a great tour around
some of the original buildings. Then we're on to Coldfoot Camp where
I sit and chill with one of the tour guides for a few hours. This is
about the point I realized how badly sunburned my face was, the
office must have though I was a mess! Eventually I caught a supply
van down the Dalton the 120 miles to YRC where I slept for 14 hours
and woke up rejuvenated and ready for a another three months at the
river.
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">All in all a good
adventure, I just wish I had been a bit more conscious for the second
leg. I got to see a few moose though and the next time I cross the
Arctic Circle I will be much more rested.</span></div>
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Ash Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09291661920927172111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484294216621973889.post-29764810057446733972014-06-24T06:15:00.000-07:002014-06-24T06:22:32.681-07:00Free Time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">“Stuff your eyes with wonder, he said, live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.” </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">― </span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1630.Ray_Bradbury" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px; text-decoration: none;">Ray Bradbury</a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">, </span><i style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/1272463" style="text-decoration: none;">Fahrenheit 451</a></i></span></span></div>
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The Alaskan
summer is well underway, but the nights are still little chilly and
I've kept all three blankets on my bed. When I was growing up we only
had one car most of the time and it wasn't that reliable so we'd
spend most days at home. There would be weeks where we didn't leave
and I remember my mother half joking about cabin fever. My sister and
I never really felt it. Being stuck at home was fine as long as we
had books, movies, board games and weather that would allow us to
periodically escape each other. Now I'm grown and living in the
middle of east nowhere Alaska and I think I finally am understanding
the real stir-crazy potential of cabin fever that my mother way
hinting at.
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g15Ioom51b0/U6jj2wiFtpI/AAAAAAAADcs/dETbjyOd5B0/s1600/IMG_0651.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g15Ioom51b0/U6jj2wiFtpI/AAAAAAAADcs/dETbjyOd5B0/s1600/IMG_0651.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a><span style="font-family: inherit;">Alaska is
beautiful, especially as the weather grows warmer. We have wild roses
growing through the front porch and the sky, with it's parade of
puffy clouds, is the definition of vast. Unfortunately the mosquitoes
seem to have formed loosely knit gangs that attack as soon as I step
out the door, so long hikes are out for the time being, which means
I'm largely house bound. I get up each morning and fast walk the 30
feet to work where I wait on a slew of interesting tourists and
truckers traveling up and down the Dalton Highway. Most of them ask
where I'm from which leads to a stock answer, something like “New
Hampshire by way of New Orleans” and then they ask what brought me
to Alaska to which I answer “Louisiana was getting hot so I picked
the farthest point north.” It's like a script now that I recite ten
to fifty times a day. And there's the issue. Each day here is very
similar to the last one and the perpetual sunshine just adds to the
feeling of a never ending loop.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Now, I'm not
saying this is necessarily a bad thing. If anything it's made me
appreciate the little stuff, the slight variations like a cook that
makes a special employee meal or a pair of chatty bicyclists. It also
occurs to me that very often we are given things to occupy us, like
television, shopping, driving, eating out. Did you ever read
<i>Fahrenheit 451</i>? Bradbury wasn't just warning against a world
where books were outlawed, though that's what people always pick up
on, he was warning against a world where we no longer had the
“leisure to digest” information. A world where we were constantly
kept busy, so busy that there was no time to wonder about ourselves
and our world, to analyze the information in books. I think that's
been the gift of Alaska, that I have so much time to think now and,
while it can be a little overwhelming, it's lead to some interesting
choices.
</span></div>
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<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Jqp-91ZsaQ/U6l7DzlUP1I/AAAAAAAADdI/IrmZhssJ8XE/s1600/IMG_0649.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Jqp-91ZsaQ/U6l7DzlUP1I/AAAAAAAADdI/IrmZhssJ8XE/s1600/IMG_0649.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My house in the woods</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">For one I
asked my father to ship up my violin and now I practice every day,
sometimes for hours if my housemates can stand it. I also have begun
brushing up on my Spanish and learn at least one new word or phase
each day. I still read too, at least two books a week. I take all the
work I can now, giving up days off, so I'll walk out of the woods
with a good chunk of change, maybe even enough to make a side trip
somewhere between Alaska and Louisiana.
</span></div>
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</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So I'm
adapting, maybe so much so that my planned one month of city life
will be too much of a shock. </span>
</div>
</div>
Ash Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09291661920927172111noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484294216621973889.post-13688013536883970192014-06-06T06:00:00.000-07:002014-06-06T06:00:07.058-07:00How To Get Seasonal Work<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">“We often miss opportunity because it's dressed in overalls and looks like work” </span></span></div>
<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">-Thomas Edison</span></div>
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I got a
bunch of emails after my last post asking how I go about finding and
securing seasonal work, a really good question as there seems to be
some confusion about what seasonal work really is.</span></div>
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</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">First of all
seasonal work usually means work that is offered for one season
(spring, summer, fall, or winter), like a ski resort that hires 300
people just for the winter months and then most of them move on to
other jobs elsewhere. Some seasonal work, such as hospitality, is
less finite but still seasonal, like in New Orleans where hundreds of
bartenders are hired just for the Mardi Gras season with the
understanding that they will probably not have shifts come the slower
summer months.</span></div>
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</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Step #1:
Finding The Job</b></span></div>
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</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SzD_gPjLkg/U5DX7aB0SII/AAAAAAAADcM/mc7n5a4vNrw/s1600/cw-logo.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3SzD_gPjLkg/U5DX7aB0SII/AAAAAAAADcM/mc7n5a4vNrw/s1600/cw-logo.png" /></a><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><a href="http://www.coolworks.com/">Cool Works</a></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>This site
has come a long way over the past few years. They have a really wide
selection of jobs from Conservation Corps to fly fishing resorts and
it's organized really nicely by season, state, and job type. This is
where I found Yukon River Camp.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br />
</i></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><a href="http://www.backdoorjobs.com/">Backdoor Job Adventures</a></i></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>I hate to
say it but this site seems to be loosing popularity, but it's still a
good resource to know. This was the site to go to before Cool Works
and is also organized by season, state, and job type. I would highly
recommend purchasing The Backdoor Guide to Short Term Job Adventures
4<sup>th</sup> Edition. Other additions have come out since but the
4<sup>th</sup> is the most comprehensive and useful. I found the
Vermont Youth Conservation Corp through this book and had a great
summer.
</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br />
</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><a href="https://www.google.com/">Google +Email = Job Site</a></i></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>A job site,
like the ones listed above, is just a searchable database of
available positions with contact information included. If you're not
seeing anything you like then head for Google and search for resorts,
hostels, or ski resorts in the region you want then craft a nice
introductory email to their HR person. Make sure to attach your
resume and inquire about open positions. This is how I got both the
New Orleans Hostel and the one I'll be at in Puerto Rico come fall. I
emailed them and we negotiated a fair exchange.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br />
</i></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><a href="http://www.craigslist.com/">Craig's List</a></i></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>If you're
looking for a job in a restaurant in, say, Virginia Beach then I'd go
with Criag's List. I've met a few people who operate exclusively off
this site and seem to be having good luck.
</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br />
</i></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><a href="http://www.indeed.com/">Indeed</a></i></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>I haven't
used this site a whole lot but have heard some good things from
coworkers. I found a sailing job and a few interesting resorts when I
was researching Florida so check it out.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Step#2: The
Application</b></span></div>
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</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">An
application is an application, so make it look good and stand out.
Seasonal employers are less concerned about the length of your jobs
and more about your responsibilities and work ethic. You see,
seasonal employees are often a little flaky by nature. We're cool,
don't get me wrong, but we're a little abnormal as well. We live
without roots, far from family, and with very few possessions. We
need to make friends quickly but can't get too attached to people
we'll be leaving a few months later and while many workers travel by
choice, some just can't hold down a long term job and by the end of
their term an employer is happy to see them go. This is where
references come in. Get them from anyone you can and make sure
they're glowing because employers are taking a lot on faith and the
better you look from across the country the more likely they are to
take a chance on you.</span></div>
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</span></div>
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's my attempt at looking "Resume professional"</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Potentially
Helpful Tip: </b>I was surprised how many jobs, especially resorts
and dude ranches, ask for a picture because that means there are
twice as many jobs that want a picture but had lawyers who told them
not to ask. One of the drawbacks to hiring seasonal employees is that
the employer doesn't get to sit down and interview them; most rely on
phone interviews which don't really give them an idea of how a
candidate might present to clients (some are going to Skype now, but
not many). The employers I've spoken to have all (every one of them)
talked about the nerve wracking experience of waiting for new
employees to arrive and hoping that they made the right choice, like
ordering a painting sight unseen and based only on a loose
description of its medium. What if they wear tons of makeup? Or have
a facial tattoo? Or a Mohawk? There's nothing wrong with these things
and some employers will embrace them while others will shy away, but
if you can present well in a photo then go get a hair cut, tone down
the makeup, and dress the part then attach a head shot to your
resume. It will make you stand out and give employers peace of mind.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Step #3: The
Interview</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Like I said,
most of these job interviews are going to be done by phone which is
good for us because we can do them in our PJs surrounded by cheat
sheets. I personally have a notebook handy to write down questions as
they come up (employers love well thought out questions) and stay on
target with the questions they're asking. While these interviews tend
to play out along fairly standard lines they will probably ask about
your experience with communal living. Many seasonal positions include
dorm style housing so you'll be living with your coworkers, which
makes for a lot of togetherness and tends to breed drama. Employers
want to know that you'll be responsible and professional both at work
and towards your housemates.
</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">So by now
you hopefully have the job, but remember to learn from my mistakes
and as soon as you've secured a position begin your research for the
next season. Employers begin hiring a season ahead and if you don't
have employment by the time your summer gig ends then you might find
that all the fall positions have already been filled.
</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Good Luck!
And if you have additional resources, ideas or experiences please
post them in the comments section. Lots of my experience is based on
the trail and error of other so lets expand out collective knowledge.</span></div>
</div>
Ash Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09291661920927172111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484294216621973889.post-6864466063196567572014-06-05T14:11:00.000-07:002014-06-05T14:11:05.315-07:00Winter Employment<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;">“O, Sunlight! The most precious gold to be found on Earth.” </span></span></div>
<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent;">-Roman Payne</span></span></div>
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Something
I've learned from my limited seasonal work experience is that it's
never too early to start planning for the next jump. Positions like
mine have pretty solid start and end dates so it's kind of like
putting a puzzle together; you find another job whose start date is
close to your current job's end date and try to make them fit.
Because I hate being unprepared and scrambling for a last minute job
(though that's often what I end up doing) I started my winter job
hunt as soon as I began at Yukon River Camp.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vIn6AspaLmY/U5Dcg26eUvI/AAAAAAAADcU/4PHXsrYeEwY/s1600/download+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vIn6AspaLmY/U5Dcg26eUvI/AAAAAAAADcU/4PHXsrYeEwY/s1600/download+(1).jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: inherit;">The goal, as
I've mentioned, is to go south in the winter and north in the summer
thereby always being at a fairly comfortable temperature and avoiding
both the southern heat and northern snow. Unfortunately for me most
of the winter jobs in the US are at ski resorts. They hire huge
numbers of employees for the season but not only do I not
particularly like being super cold, I also don't have a ability to
pack or store large amounts of warm winter clothes.
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">With ski
resorts out I began looking at places like Steamboat Wells in Death
Valley California. They offer housing and a meal plan plus a decent
hourly wage, but they, like Yukon River, are in the middle of
nowhere. While a summer of social and cultural seclusion is relaxing,
a sort of vacation, I'm not sure I'm up for nearly a full year of
isolation. Next!</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Realizing my
need for at least visual stimuli (the social part I can usually do
without) I began thinking about the Florida Keys, maybe doing some
waitressing or working on a boat for the winter, and I started
Goggling hostels I could stay at. By pure chance the Google map
showed a little dot way off to the south east in Puerto Rico where
there is a little hostel that's bright and cheery and very vacation
spot looking. So I emailed them, just like I did with The Marquette
House in New Orleans, and they they have agreed to let me come down
from about November through March. In exchange for 5 hours each day
five days each week I'll get a bed in a dorm, $20 daily bar credit,
and $50 per week which is enough for me to buy rice, beans, and maybe
the occasional chocolate bar.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Now it's
time to do some research. I'm sorry to say that most of what I know
about Puerto Rico comes from West Side Story, which I'm not sure was
the most accurate portrayal even in the sixties. </span>
</div>
</div>
Ash Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09291661920927172111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484294216621973889.post-80306255969925227522014-05-31T13:21:00.001-07:002014-05-31T13:21:43.436-07:00Downsizing (Again)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: inherit;">“There is always a sadness about packing. I guess you wonder if where you're going is as good as where you've been.” </span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: inherit;">-Richard Proenneke</span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I
spent today packing. Don't worry! I'm not leaving Alaska just yet,
but I felt the need to downsize once again. Right now I have a duffel
bag and a ruck sack holding all my earthly possessions, which doesn't
sound like much but I've been wondering lately (especially after
hauling the bags through airports all the way to Alaska), how much
stuff do I really use?</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-hktLOLU8/U4o3Wd01ZcI/AAAAAAAADb0/yvHoYF217Zc/s1600/IMG_0646.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nZ-hktLOLU8/U4o3Wd01ZcI/AAAAAAAADb0/yvHoYF217Zc/s1600/IMG_0646.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></span></a><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Do I
need six shirts when I only really wear three? How about pants? Two
leggings, two shorts, two khakis and a pair of jeans. I think I could
cut that in half and be fine. I'm even thinking of sending my laptop
back to the folks in New Hampshire, since I have my kindle and do
most web based activities on that right now, although the laptop
makes job hunting much easier so I may opt to keep it for now.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">After
packing what I see as the bare necessities into my ruck sack I even
have room left over for odds and ends like food or shampoo should it
come to that. Without my laptop it weighs about 13lbs and is a little
over ¾ full, though I'm planning a few extra lbs for last minute
can't-live-without stuff.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I had
to downsize a lot to fit into the Jetta and then even more when I
went to New Orleans, but I'd like to get to the point where
everything I need fits on my back. Maybe this summer will give me the
push I need.</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></div>
</div>
Ash Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09291661920927172111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484294216621973889.post-6709815355535714132014-05-30T11:56:00.000-07:002014-05-30T11:56:06.872-07:00Summer On The Yukon<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;">“We got so much food in America we're allergic to food. Allergic to food! Hungry people ain't allergic to shit. You think anyone in Rwanda's got a fucking lactose intolerance?!” </span></div>
<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">-Chris Rock</span></div>
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib4_3BQMiNec-KsvJP5FBP5lD2HdssMaxsWWM21zXU_ooyy3xRzXyhNWQ-OLb4Xh7R427vMIMvO7D3Uk_EHR4QR9ezASCz7LdLd4NfY2sg4aQoP2gHeFigcJA-jmFWL-AkeA_EPQjBTH-e/s1600/10329171_10201988331125542_7193234562272614813_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib4_3BQMiNec-KsvJP5FBP5lD2HdssMaxsWWM21zXU_ooyy3xRzXyhNWQ-OLb4Xh7R427vMIMvO7D3Uk_EHR4QR9ezASCz7LdLd4NfY2sg4aQoP2gHeFigcJA-jmFWL-AkeA_EPQjBTH-e/s1600/10329171_10201988331125542_7193234562272614813_n.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: inherit;">It's
almost June here in Alaska and the weather is beautiful. If it
weren't for the small hills around the camp I know I could see the
sky go on forever, especially on days like this with light blue skies
and the occasional puffy white cloud that takes the whole morning to
work its way from one end of the horizon to the other. When I got
here on May 15<sup>th</sup> the nights were still a little chilly and
there were even a few days that might have been jacket worthy had I
been less stubborn. While it might not be swimming weather yet,
summer has definitely arrived on the Yukon River and, though I hear
that there's still snow on the ground in Coldfoot, 120 miles north,
we wake up each morning to new leaves and greenery that wasn't there
when he went to bed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Along
with the changing season has come two new challenges. The first is
allergies, which I normally don't have but it seems I have in
abundance up here in Alaska. After a week of my eyeballs hurting all
the time that symptom finally subsided and was replaced by breathing
trouble. Every day I wake up with no voice and an elephant sitting on
my chest and it takes at least three cups of honey lemon tea and
gargling with salt water to sound like I'm not on helium. I'm hoping
that this will also only last a couple weeks. The second challenge is
the misquotes which I've been told will begin the bug season as slow
and ineffective Buicks and end as deadly Mini Coups. I like to
believe that after a summer in North Hero Vermont I have seen the
worst mosquito infestation of my life, but the folks here are making
me a little nervous. They ever outfitted my bed with a super duper
bug net which I hope will be more effective than the duct tape
someone has used to seal every whole and vent in my room.
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I'm
being delightfully lazy up here, working my serving shifts and
spending the rest of my day reading and writing and planning. I
wasn't expecting to make tips but in the past two weeks I've brought
in about $300, which anywhere else might be scoffed at but here at
the top of the world, with the fishing and tourist seasons barley
started, it's a welcome surprise. The problem I'm now facing is that
I need to pay bills and, while I'm holding a wad of cash, there's no
money in my bank account. I won't get a paycheck until next week and,
because I'm far from civilization, I then need to mail that check to
my bank who will deposit it which could take a few more weeks. I
figure that if making a bill payment is the worst of my worries than
I'm doing alright. </span>
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Ash Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09291661920927172111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484294216621973889.post-71961717733637462432014-05-24T23:09:00.000-07:002014-05-24T23:16:00.737-07:00Yukon River Camp<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;"><span style="text-align: start;">“A half-dead thing in a stark dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold.” </span></span><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;">-Robert Service</span></div>
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Yukon River Camp</td></tr>
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<a href="http://www.yukonrivercamp.com/">Yukon River Camp</a> is at mile 56 on on the Dalton highway, just 60 miles short of the arctic circle. Think of it as an outpost, one of only three on the 500 mile road to offer gas, propane, food, cigarettes, razors, candy... Basicly everything you could need while traveling.<br />
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I say road because the term highway (as in Dalton Highway) is used very liberally here. The Dalton is a sometimes paved, sometimes gravel stretch that rolls up and down hills, around bodies of water, and alongside the pipeline. By the time cars reach us at mile 56 they are brown with dust or mud, no matter what color they started as.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Yukon River Bridge</td></tr>
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There's a mix of customers: truckers from the oil industry, tourists on their way to the arctic circle or the arctic ocean, and natives who live at least part time along the banks of the river. Today there were some bear hunters heading down the river who stopped for lunch and 100 gallons of gasoline. Yesterday a guy called from Fairbanks with a message for his father who lives up river and occasionally visits us, so we played secretary and tacked the note up for the next time he comes in.<br />
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My job title is "camp host" but I'm kind of a waitress, clerk, gas attendant, and jack of all trades, which is good because it's never boring. There are only eight employees here and, lucky for me, they're all great (this would be a long summer otherwise). So far I'm enjoying myself; reading a lot and going for walks in the "woods" (more to come on that). </div>
Ash Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09291661920927172111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484294216621973889.post-37283955893819933252014-05-21T14:45:00.002-07:002014-05-21T14:45:26.443-07:00Alaska: The New Adventure<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;">“I
won't tell you that the world matters nothing, or the world's voice,
or the voice of society. They matter a good deal. They matter far too
much. But there are moments when one has to choose between living
one's own life, fully, entirely, completely—or dragging out some
false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy
demands.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;">-Oscar
Wild</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It
was 2009 when I decided to go back to school and finish up my
Bachelor's Degree. I was working at a farm in Massachusetts and about
to leave for a job in upstate Vermont and thought that finishing my
degree would look good on a resume and allow me to continue working
these seasonal jobs around the country. It was a good plan, but
somewhere during the college experience I forgot my motivations.
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Maybe it was because I had been living in the Jetta for over a year
and wanted permanence or maybe it was the prospect of student loans
but when I walked out of Amherst with my degree I went for a nine to
five job with an apartment and settled into a fairly normal life of
work, bagged lunches and drinks with friends on the weekends.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I can
pinpoint the exact moment in which I realized that life wasn't going
to work (about 1 ½ years in) and within two months I was headed for
New Orleans Louisiana with no real plan, just a hostel that agreed to
let me work off my rent.
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I loved
NOLA! The people were friendly and the food was good, although there
are definitely a lack of vegetables in the city. So I stayed for
three months and worked at the hostel. I met some great friends I
hope to keep in touch with, went boating on the bayou, ate lots of
seafood gumbo, and saw everything I could in the city. There was
really only one problem: Louisiana gets hot in the summer, REALLY
HOT, and by April I was realizing that even the muggy heat of spring
was more than I wanted. So, just as I had left the New Hampshire
winter for the furthest southern point, I escaped New Orleans for the
most Northern location I could find.
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">ALASKA!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Yes, I'm now
in Alaska working at a little outpost on the Dalton Highway four
hours north of the nearest town. It's a bit of a shock going from the
heat and city bustle of New Orleans to the cold and quiet of northern
Alaska, but I'm loving it. Not much happens up here, but there will
be updates!</span></div>
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Ash Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09291661920927172111noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484294216621973889.post-58669876079415412812014-03-28T06:25:00.001-07:002014-03-28T06:25:42.819-07:00NOLA: Day 24<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">"Life is like riding a bicycle; to keep your balance you must keep moving."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">-Albert Einstein</span></div>
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It's a rainy day here in New Orleans, although after nearly a month in the city I'm realizing that Southern rain and Northern rain are very different things. In the north when it rains it means buckets of fat drops and it lasts all day, but down here rain (at least March rain) means intermittent drizzle or something like a heavy fog.<br />
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I'm still loving the city and, with the understanding that I may be leaving soon, I've been doing all the touristy things like strolling through the French Quarter, window shopping on Magazine Street, and working my way through the museums. There are street musicians and booths that sell everything from clothes and flutes to alligator kabobs. The other day I was on Canal street when I heard beautiful music and when I turned around there was a <a href="http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=6a4_1393657005">bicycle pulling a baby grand piano</a> down the road. It really is an amazing city.<br />
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I've also been getting into the local swing. Every morning for the past month I have walked down to a little cafe where I sit with my decaf coffee and my laptop looking up jobs, sending off emails, and writing letters to my former students in New Hampshire who are having some adjustment issues with the new teacher. I've figured out where Fresh Market is and stopped taking the streetcar everywhere, which saves me money but also means my boots are wearing out faster than they should). All in all this has been a really fun "vacation".<br />
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I really will try to write more often!</div>
Ash Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09291661920927172111noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484294216621973889.post-17369176378349857402014-03-21T06:22:00.002-07:002014-03-21T06:22:57.005-07:00New Orleans<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;"><i>There are a lot of places I like, but I like New Orleans better. There's a thousand different angles at any moment. At any time you could run into a ritual honoring some vaguely known queen. Bluebloods, titled persons like crazy drunks, lean weakly against the walls and drag themselves through the gutter. Even they seem to have insights you might want to listen to. No action seems inappropriate here. The city is one very long poem. </i></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"><i>-Bob Dylan</i></span></span></div>
<br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kgseku7-wh4/Uyw8BEO-V2I/AAAAAAAADZg/0Qce_DbxtTQ/s1600/IMG_0552.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kgseku7-wh4/Uyw8BEO-V2I/AAAAAAAADZg/0Qce_DbxtTQ/s1600/IMG_0552.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a>It's been 17 days since I left snowy New Hampshire for the warmth of the southern states. There's something simultaneously terrifying and exhilarating in a complete uprooting, which is what this was. A new city where I knew no one, had no job and was tied only to a bed in a hostel for the low price of <br />
two hours work per day<br />
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<i>For anyone trying to travel on a budget I highly recommend emailing a hostel to see if they will exchange work for rent. I was surprised how quickly this one responded and how many other people I have met that have made similar arrangements in other parts of the country. </i></blockquote>
So I've been down here looking for work, <a href="http://thetuckerbag.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-new-orleans.html">very similar to what I was doing here three years ago applying for teachNOLA</a>, except this time I'm on my own and looking at tutoring as well as teaching. There's a problem though, one that was hinted at by the Old Fool and I wish he were still with us so I could tell him that I finally get it. The people here are very warm and friendly, they talk to you at the bus stop and offer advice in the corner store, but they are by and large uneducation and, much to my horror, very proud of it. There is a culture of ignorance so vast that it seems to actually perpetuate itself. Businesses like the Who Dat Shack and hospital advertisements that dare the reader to translate a review written in "native slang". This pride in culture means that education as I know it is hard to find and support for it by parents even more scarce. The teachers I've spoken to are frustrated <br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bQ5u98vr8UI/Uyw8Pn3rlkI/AAAAAAAADZs/p4Xv_vKLbZI/s1600/IMG_0583.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bQ5u98vr8UI/Uyw8Pn3rlkI/AAAAAAAADZs/p4Xv_vKLbZI/s1600/IMG_0583.JPG" height="204" width="320" /></a>or have checked out, urging me to lower my standards for pay and results.<br />
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Like I said, I love the city and have been having a blast walking around, taking full advantage of museums, architecture, and the streetcar system.<br />
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<li><b>Vegetables:</b> I have never been in a place, much less a city, where it was so hard to find a vegetable. I know it's another cultural thing, but as a vegetarian it gets a little tricky! I've found that there are really four places to get produce, Rouse's Market with a really small selection, Whole Food with a huge but more pricey selection, the farmer's market which seems to be hit or miss, and Wal-mart which is the last place I want to but veggies on principle alone. Everyplace is very expensive with a small container of mushrooms ringing up at $2.50!</li>
<li><b>IPA: </b>Yeah, I have a beef with the beer around here. There are lots of Buds and Miller Lights but not a whole lot of good hoppy IPA or microbrews.</li>
<li><b>Pay:</b> The cost of living is cheaper than the north, but the pay is also way less in most industries. As a teacher I wasn't offered more than $9/hour which is frustrating when bartenders start at $15/hr. </li>
</ol>
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zRSq002u7sM/Uyw8nbvv8mI/AAAAAAAADZw/viPpGbp2LU8/s1600/IMG_0561.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zRSq002u7sM/Uyw8nbvv8mI/AAAAAAAADZw/viPpGbp2LU8/s1600/IMG_0561.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a>So, what to do about New Orleans? Well, I think I'll take advantage of the city for a little while longer and then split for a new state, one with work. I like my hostel with my thirteen rotating roommates, but I've also seen those who have stayed too long, years in some cases, and that's not for me. So on I go!</div>
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Ash Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09291661920927172111noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484294216621973889.post-2338166959706411762014-02-12T18:21:00.000-08:002014-02-12T18:21:17.063-08:00Transient Eats<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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"If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, </div>
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it would be a merrier world"</div>
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-J. R.R. Tolkin</div>
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Today I reached the two week mark. Had I been a normal employee I would have given my two weeks notice today, but instead I gave it four weeks ago which created all kinds of hullabaloo. But oh well, the closer I get to the flight date the antsier I've become.<br />
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So here's a serious concern of mine which may seem a little vain especially in our transient world where we tend to be grateful for whatever we get. I loved living in the Jetta, but when it came down to eating it was hard to be healthy without a kitchen or place to store veggies. I tried to eat well with salad bars and lots of chick peas, but more often then not I'd pick up some french bread and cheese so by the time I graduated and moved back to New Hampshire I weighed a little over 250lbs. Now I've never been a small girl but that was the heaviest I've been so taking that off became a priority. The result of my post-vehicle resolution was that I've lost about 60lbs in the past nineteen months, which is roughly equivalent to a nine year old boy.<br />
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I started by eating only salads and exercising a lot, which helped me lose some but it really sucked, so (after giving up for a few months) I went <a href="http://thepaleodiet.com/">Paleo</a>. I really liked Paleo if only because it got me thinking about what healthy really means, but after about five months I went almost vegan. So 60lbs later I feel much better however I'm heading off again and wondering how on earth I'll keep healthy when I am once more faced with no kitchen. My saving grace is that I'll be in the relative heat of the south where no cook food and veggies are appropriate meals as opposed to the northeast in the winter where not only can you barely buy a vegetable (besides potatoes and onions) but all you want to eat is hot food.<br />
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I figure that if what I eat is my biggest concern about the move then I'm not doing too badly. I wish I was leaving tomorrow though. I'm ready!</div>
Ash Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09291661920927172111noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484294216621973889.post-89723523487591749002014-01-25T13:52:00.002-08:002014-01-25T13:52:29.478-08:00Wrapping Up<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><span style="color: #b45f06;">Things change... Life doesn't stop for anybody</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #b45f06;">-Stephen Chbosky</span></i></div>
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How have I accumulated so much stuff?!?<br />
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I seem to remember saying much the same thing when I moved out of the Jetta, but since I've had a whole room to fill I've managed to collect everything from japanese lanterns to book shelves. Of course when I move I leave with almost nothing so my mission for February is to get rid of it all (and it's been snowing so tossing it on the side of the road with a "FREE" sign won't work).<br />
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The fact is, I suppose, that at nearly 30 I should probably have accumulated more things and be a little more reluctant to give them up.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And this is only half the room...</td></tr>
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But I didn't and I'm not.<br />
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I realized today that, even though I had the hope of settling down here in New Hampshire for a good long while, I never actually made any plans here. I didn't look into my own apartment or buy furniture. I didn't change the address on my licence and everything was done with the subconscious knowledge of impending transience.<br />
<br />
So the flight is booked, accommodations are made, I've given the school notice and told the student's parents. My bedroom is in chaos as I weed out clothes and sell off mirrors and lamps. The challenge will now be to make it through the month as the light at the end of the tunnel draws nearer. </div>
Ash Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09291661920927172111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484294216621973889.post-21174960026022840152014-01-19T15:27:00.000-08:002014-01-19T15:27:38.547-08:00Another Year, Another Move<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Would you believe that I've been in New Hampshire for 20 months? That's right, over a year and a half of being a teacher in a small city (remember that's a small New Hampshire city as opposed to a small California city which would be a very different thing). It's been fun! I haven't had a car for more than 40 days of those 20 months so I walk a lot and take the bus. I sit at coffee shops downtown and go out for drinks with friends on Friday nights. I really thought for a while that I might be able to settle here for a while, I love the area and my family is close by, but no dice.<br />
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So I'm on the move again, this time to New Orleans! Yeah, I know: I was going to move there a few years ago, but this time I have a work exchange set up with a hostel down there and a plan to tutor. So maybe it's not foolproof, but it's the start of a plan and with all the snow we've had up here lately even half a plan sounds good if it begins somewhere warmer.<br />
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I just got a sudden influx of emails asking me what I'm up to so I thought that now might be a good time for an update. Thanks for thinking about me these past few months!<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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It's not that the last six months have been uneventful, I've been keeping very busy teaching my pre-K class, but they've been predictable. Thoreau said "It is remarkable how easily and insensibly we fall into a particular route and make a beaten path for ourselves." I think about this quote every time I feel myself settling down. For better or for worse that nagging pull that mirrors a nicotine fit started as soon as the weather got warmer and I began searching for an escape route. What I found was the career of teaching English as a foreign language. How do poor people travel? We work our way around, so in September I'll be catching the bus own to Boston each weekend to become certified and then hasta la vista New Hampshire! </div>
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Yes, I said I'll be catching the bus, which means I still don't have a car. The go go gadget red car is still at the top of my parent's driveway and still runs but isn't able to pass inspection. Apparently if I can let it sit there for another year it will qualify as an antique and won't have to pass emissions, but what are the chances that it will run again after sitting for almost two years by then?</div>
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In other news I've read tons of books this summer but managed to spill laundry soap on my Kindle this weekend and I don't think it can be salvaged. I love that thing so I'll have to dig deep and buy a new one.</div>
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So that's it. Lots of teaching, My older kids will be moving on to kindergarten in about a month and I'll gain some new kids. I bike a lot and read a lot and I've been trying to eat Paleo. There will be more updates and who knows, maybe when I make the next move the tuckerbag will be resurrected minus the car.</div>
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Ash Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09291661920927172111noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484294216621973889.post-35720093440685582452013-02-09T11:09:00.001-08:002013-02-09T11:09:49.447-08:00The Time Has Come, The Walrus Said<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"><b>“There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story.” </b></span></span></div>
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OK ladies and gents, dudes and dudetts: The time has come to say goodbye to the Tuckerbag Blog. </div>
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I've had a lot of fun and met a lot of great people. I've learned a lot about what I can do and about what people in general are capable of. Life changes and if you don't change with it then you're not living up to the potential of the future. I may be back to vehicle dwelling some day, I like to think I will, but for now I'm a teacher and looking for the next move. </div>
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I'm not going to drop of the face of the earth, you can still reach me at thetuckerbag@gmail.com and I'll keep the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/TheTuckerbag">facebook page</a> up and running for the time being.</div>
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Ash Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09291661920927172111noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484294216621973889.post-55169662379675733492013-01-26T16:23:00.000-08:002013-01-26T16:23:13.019-08:00The Man In The Street Is Fed<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">One of my </span>favorite<span style="font-family: inherit;"> poems from one of my favorite poets.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; font-family: inherit;"><i>The man in the street it fed </i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; font-family: inherit;"><i>with lies in peace, gas in war,</i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; font-family: inherit;"><i>and he may live now</i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; font-family: inherit;"><i>just around the corner from you</i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; font-family: inherit;"><i>trying to sell</i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; font-family: inherit;"><i>the only thing he has to sell,</i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; font-family: inherit;"><i>the power of his hand and brain</i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; font-family: inherit;"><i>to labor for wages, for pay,</i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f8f8f8; font-family: inherit;"><i>for cash of the realm.</i></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"></span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">And there are no takers, he can't connect.</span></i></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Maybe he says, "Some pretty good men are on the street."</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Maybe he says, "I'm just a palooka... all washed up."</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Maybe he's a wild kid ready for his first stickup.</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Maybe he's bummed a thousand miles and has a diploma.</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Maybe he can take whatever the police can hand him,</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Too many of him saying in their own wild way,</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">"The worst they can give you is lead in the guts."</span></div>
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</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Whatever the wild kids want to do they'll do</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">And whoever gives them ideas, faiths, slogans,</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Whoever touches the bottom flares of them,</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Connects with something prouder than all deaths</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">For they can live on hard corn and like it.</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">They are the original sons of the wild jackass</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Crowned and clothed with what the Unknown Soldier had</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">If he went to his fate in a pride over all deaths.</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Give them a cause and they are a living dynamite.</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">They are the game fighters who will die fighting.</span></div>
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</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Here and there a man in the street</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">is young, hard as nails,</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">cold with questions he asks</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">from his burning insides.</span></div>
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</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Bred in a motorized world of trial and error</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">He measures by millionths of an inch,</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Knows ball bearings from spiral gearings,</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Chain transmission, heat treatment of steel,</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Speeds and feeds of automatic screw machines,</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Having handled electric tools</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">With pistol grip and trigger switch.</span></div>
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</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Yet he can't connect and he can name thousands</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Like himself idle amid plants also idle.</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">He studies the matter of what is justice</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">And revises himself on money, comfort, good name.</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">He doesn't know what he wants</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">And says when he gets it he'll know it.</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">He asks, "Why is this what it is?"</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">He asks, "Who is paying for this propaganda?"</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">He asks, "who owns the earth and why?"</span></div>
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</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Here and there a wife or sweetheart sees with him</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">The pity of being sold down the river in a smoke</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Of confusions taken from the mouths of the dead</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">And spoken as though those dead are alive now</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">And would say now what they said then.</span></div>
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</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Let him go as far as he likes," says one lawyer who sits on several heavy directorates.</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">"What do we care? Is he any of our business? If he knew how he could manage.</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">"There are exceptional cases, but where there is poverty you will generally</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">find they were improvident and lacking it thrift and industry.</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">"The system of free competition we now have has made America the</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">greatest and richest country on th face of the globe.</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">"You will seek in vain for any land where so large a number of people</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">have had so many of the good things of life.</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">"The malcontents who stir up class feeling and engender class hatred are</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">the foremost enemies of our republic and its constitutional government."</span></div>
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</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">And so on and so on in further confusions taken from the mouths of the dead and</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">spoken as though those dead are alive now and would say now what they said then.</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Like the form of a seen and unheard prowler,</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Like a slow and cruel violence,</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">is the known unspoken menace:</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Do what we tell you or go hungry;</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">listen to us or don't eat.</span></div>
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</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">He walks and walks and wonders why he built the road.</span></div>
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</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Once I built a railroad</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">... now ...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">brother, can you spare a dime?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">To his dry well a man carried</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">all the water he could carry,</span></div>
</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">primed the pump, drew out the water,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">and now</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">he has all the water he can carry.</span></div>
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</span><span style="background-color: #f8f8f8;"><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">We asked the cyclone</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">to go around our barn</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">but it didn't hear us.</span></div>
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Ash Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09291661920927172111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484294216621973889.post-9089055001769799192013-01-24T04:22:00.001-08:002013-01-24T04:22:19.577-08:00Cold Mornings<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Today the New Hampshire seacoast is 1 degree but with windchill it's down to -15. Not good news for someone who walks to work each morning, but luckily my coworkers have taken pity on me and offer to pick me up so I don't catch hypothermia and miss more work. Unfortunately there's no one to drive me to the grocery and I've been too lazy to walk there in this weather so the fridge is as bare as it's ever been. Maybe tonight I'll dawn my woolens and make the trek.<br />
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I got over that stomach bug I had last week but now have a head cold. I think the reality is that I've had a cold all winter but sometimes it gets overshadowed by something worse. If that's the case then this is the closest I've been to healthy since December. All my kids are sick and wanting to be cuddled constantly. My hips and neck are sore from them hanging on my and I've learned the age old mommy skill of living life one handed.<br />
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As cold as it is this morning I keep thinking that at this point last year I was still in the Jetta. Actually at this point last year I had just flown back from New Orleans where it was nice and toasty, but I then went through some wicked cold mornings in the go go gadget red car making me wish I was back in New Orleans for good. Oh well, when I start vehicle dwelling again I'm going to be smart and drive south for the winter months like <a href="http://gypsy-jane.blogspot.com/">Gypsy Jane</a>.</div>
Ash Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09291661920927172111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484294216621973889.post-84679174897955410262013-01-17T06:22:00.001-08:002013-01-17T06:22:47.535-08:00Sick Again<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I was sent home sick on Tuesday with a fever of 100 and spent yesterday with the worst stomach bug ever! I know, I had the flu last month and I'm sure some of you are wondering what what the heck is wrong with my immune system. In defense of my antibodies, I spend every day with nine tiny kids who are just learning how to blow their noses and want to be consistently hugged. I was thinking about getting a flu shot, but with everything that's going around this year I'm skeptical about how much it would actually protect me. Honestly it couldn't be any worse than catching every stray germ that waltzes through the school, so I should probably think about it.<div>
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My birthday was only four days ago and it feels like it never happened, which was kind of the point in not celebrating it. I am, however, trying to stay focused on the resolutions I made so I bought myself <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0002GFTJO/ref=oh_details_o01_s00_i00">new strings</a> for my violin and this nifty<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B005XDCMBY/ref=oh_details_o00_s00_i00"> wall hanger</a> so I don't have to unpack the instrument each time I want to play. I can just snatch it off the wall, play a few notes, and hang it back up. As for traveling I've become somewhat addicted to <a href="http://hotwire.com/">hotwire.com</a> and have narrowed my potential destinations down to Copenhagen ($1100), Casablanca ($750), or Madrid ($1059). The Morocco trip has an 11 hour layover in Rome, which would be pretty nice, but I'm still debating. More to come!</div>
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Ash Nicholshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09291661920927172111noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484294216621973889.post-38944295008917034522013-01-13T06:09:00.000-08:002013-01-13T06:51:25.983-08:0029 Years Old<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">“The year you were born marks only your entry into the world. Other years where you prove your worth, they are the ones worth celebrating. ”</span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"> </span></i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="line-height: 18px;">― </span><span style="background-color: transparent;">Jarod Kintz</span></i></span></span></div>
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Last year was the first birthday that I really felt like I'd made progress during the year. You can walk down memory lane and<a href="http://thetuckerbag.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-27th-year.html"> read about my 28th birthday</a> (I know I did). This year with 30 bearing down on me, I get to once again evaluate the past year, much like all these talk shows did as we moved into 2013. I get to decide whether 29 was a good year or a waste of one. So here it goes:<br />
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<li>I spent the first five months of 2012 living in the Jetta, which I loved. I did a lot of school work and kept pretty busy.</li>
<li><a href="http://thetuckerbag.blogspot.com/2012/02/symphony-hall.html">I went to Boston Symphony</a>, something I try to do at least once each year</li>
<li><a href="http://thetuckerbag.blogspot.com/2012/05/graduation-day.html">I graduated from college</a> with a BA and two minors, a pretty big check mark in the productive column</li>
<li>I moved back to NH, <a href="http://thetuckerbag.blogspot.com/2012/06/new-job.html">got my own classroom</a>, and <a href="http://thetuckerbag.blogspot.com/2012/09/pre-k-promotion.html">started teaching pre-K</a></li>
<li><a href="http://thetuckerbag.blogspot.com/2012/08/rip-jetta.html">I said goodbye to</a> the Jetta after a long battle with the check engine light. A very sad time. </li>
<li>I spent three days in a boarding house before <a href="http://thetuckerbag.blogspot.com/2012/08/the-great-escape.html">ditching it and loosing my money to a crocked landlord</a>. Luckily my parents are sports and I got to move in for a few months. </li>
<li>I got to<a href="http://thetuckerbag.blogspot.com/2012/10/sisters.html"> see my little sister</a>, which is a bi-yearly occurance and therefore very special</li>
<li>Finally <a href="http://thetuckerbag.blogspot.com/2012/10/renting.html">I moved into a great little apartment</a> in a great town with a great roommate</li>
<li>My last real accomplishment was that <a href="http://thetuckerbag.blogspot.com/2012/12/it-came.html">I started learning violin</a>, which I'm loving.</li>
<li>I also read 40 books (not including trashy romance novels)</li>
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I'm torn as to whether this was a productive year or not. Finishing college was big, but other than that I really haven't done that much. I'm racking my brain to recall some memorable events, but nothing comes to mind. I did go to New Orleans for the Teach NOLA interview, a position I would eventually decline, but that was so close to year 27 that it doesn't really count. Don't get me wrong, I'm having fun with my job and my home, but it is evident that I need to get out more. </div>
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OK, so year 28 was not a resounding success quantity wise, but I like to think that the quality of the year was pretty high. I learned a lot and, after jumping out of college, managed to get my footing in the grown up world relativity quickly.</div>
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So, what are my birthday resolutions for year 29? Well, this is the last year of my 20s, which is a huge step. Yes, maybe it's one of those leaps that, in hind sight, will look like jumping over a stream instead of the Evil Kinevil Grand Canon stunt it appears to be now, but I'm going to let myself freak out for a while. Because this is the last year of my 20s I want to do something grand, just to set the stage for my 30s. </div>
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<li>I want to keep at the violin, no loosing focus!</li>
<li>I want to travel someplace. It's always been hard, what with my never having a real job (and therefore no money), but I want to go someplace like Denmark, just to say I've seen it.</li>
<li>I'm not sure how long I want to stay with this job, but I want to really push the envelope so, if I choose to leave, I will have something awesome to put on my resume.</li>
<li>I need to take two classes in NH to get my teaching certification, that's a must do ASAP</li>
<li>Most of all I want to do things, not just work. I'm not sure what I want to do, but I'm sure I can come up with a cooking class or volunteer work.</li>
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See? I can set goals!</div>
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