Quick Life Update…

  • I just spent four days on the trail with a fast hiking band and it was awesome as well as it kicked my trash and I got sick!
  • Just after that I flew to LA and met up with Jo for Lizette’s wedding!!! Then we spent all day Saturday with Stacy and had a blast!
  • I am moving from my condo to a house… so I’ll have a nice back yard and it will feel just like “home.”
  • I am going to Utah for a few weeks to help my dad.
  • I have a phone interview for the RANGER JOB coming up!!!
  • I still plan to go back to school in Tucson Arizona as soon as I’m an AZ Resident.

Stay tuned…

2 weeks rest… ahhhh

I guess these past two weeks of no work has been great. At first I felt like I should still wake up early and do “important” things with my time, but I’ve really just needed a vacation I think. So I’ve played a lot, slept in, and enjoyed time as it passed by. Now that that’s out of my system I’m feeling pretty good. I have been doing a lot of job searching. I’ll let y’all know where I’m headed next when it’s 100% confirmed. But if things go the way I hope, I’ll be posted at Glen Canyon as a Park Ranger. Wish me luck!

Car Accident… Wilderness First Responder

Tonight I used my training in WFR for the first time in real life. I was driving home around 9:45PM when I heard a crash followed by a constant car horn noise – sure sign of a car accident. I was on Stapley Drive coming up on Broadway so I knew the accident had a potential to be big as speed limits were from 35 to 45 mph.

I looked around and saw some motionless cars in the road to my left. I was coming up to a red light so I turned right and did a u turn to drive towards the accident. It was then that I decided I would see if I could help. I drove around and parked by the store nearest the accident. I got out and people were already there looking at the scene. The first thing I did was assess the scene… a truck and a car was involved. Nobody was in the truck, and the car was empty except for one lady in the back right seat. Traffic had stopped so I walked into the street. She was crying but I could not see any blood. She was a Hispanic lady. The window by her head was busted out and the door frame was bent in. I walked around the car to the window to where she was and asked her if she was okay. She was screaming “get me out of here!” I saw blood running down her arm, but none on her head or face, so I knew the cut was on her arm (plus her arm was next to the broken glass which was a good indicator). Immediately I saw a guy reach in and grab her shoulders and drag her out of the car through the opposite door. Dang! He didn’t have head control! So I ran around to jump in and hold her head just as she came out of the car. The people laid her down right there and I kept holding her head. I knew she could breathe because she was talking and asking if her son was okay (ABC’s!). I asked her a few questions like her name, her age, what time it was, etc. I decided she was Aware of her surroundings (AO+4). All she said was “where’s my son?” I turned around and saw a boy and knew it was him from the look on his face. He looked scared but also calmed when I told him his mom was fine. He was standing and I could see no sign of injury. A lady (the driver) was with him and she said he was okay. The boy looked about 6 years old.

He was standing behind me. I had him come over to hold his mom’s hand (so she would stop asking about him). She asked him to pray which he immediately started doing. I then had to think of what to do next because the paramedics had not arrived yet. When she was done telling a lady to call her family, I asked her where she felt pain. She said her neck and her right side (where the car hit) so I asked her to wiggle her toes to test for feeling and motion. She did fine, (It was really hard to get information because the people around us were crying and saying “what the f… happened” over and over again; they were shocked and scared, but I felt like she would be okay). I double checked to make sure somebody called 911, then knew she needed to be checked for any wounds to her ribs or arms (especially for lung wounds which are not good). I did not have my gloves so I chose not to touch her arm because of the blood. I had head control and a guy to my left was holding her hand and giving comfort. The biggest thing I think was to keep her calm so she wouldn’t move around. I saw that her arm had a pretty deep cut on it but the bleeding had stopped. Some people brought some towels over so we put one on her arm. I wanted to do a rib check to make sure no puncture wounds were there but finally we heard the sirens and saw the lights of the paramedics.

It wasn’t too much longer than one of the EMT’s told me he would take head control. I told him I was WFR and could help if needed. Within a few minutes there was tons of authorities around, so I knew my job was done. They proceeded to do a check on her ribs and legs that I was about to do. I stood around and watched until they put her in an ambulance. One other guy also went in an ambulance after being checked but I think that was a precaution they were taking with him. When people cleared out I took out my phone and took some pictures. I think everyone is going to be okay and the lady will have some stitches on her arm and probably whip lash and maybe a fractured rib. Here are the pictures I took with my phone…

From far away… you can see them working by the car

This is the damage on the car. She was in the back right seat.

This is the truck. The (3?) guys in it were all okay.

Back to the car and some bystanders.

An overall view to show the position of the car and truck… The car was T-boned by the truck and spun around into that position. I can only assume the car was turning left when the truck hit them. It was before the intersection…

The Men Who Don’t Fit In

There’s a race of men that don’t fit in,
A race that can’t stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain’s crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don’t know how to rest.

If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they’re always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.
They say: “Could I find my proper groove,
What a deep mark I would make!”
So they chop and change, and each fresh move
Is only a fresh mistake.

And each forgets, as he strips and runs
With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It’s the steady, quiet, plodding ones
Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, with a hope that’s dead,
In the glare of the truth at last.

He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;
He has just done things by half.
Life’s been a jolly good joke on him,
And now is the time to laugh.
Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;
He was never meant to win;
He’s a rolling stone, and it’s bred in the bone;
He’s a man who won’t fit in.

Robert Service

Just when you think your money was well spent…

I could not have thought more carefully before buying a Memory Foam Mattress. I spent weeks and saved up money just so I could sleep better. I was so happy to finally have a brand new bed, and it was California King Size yeah! It looked, and felt, and smelt, pretty sweet…
Yes, it “smelt” sweet. It came with this factory-fresh smell that was a kind of sweet but plastic smell.

I was proud of myself: I had spent my money wisely and now was going to sleep well for many years to come on a bed that was big and comfy.

H O W E V E R…..
From the first night I slept on it, I woke up with a headache and burning throat. It can’t be from my bed!? Surely I’m getting sick with something! But a night on the couch downstairs proved me wrong… there was something with that new bed.

The smell began to grow on me. Instead of smelling sweet and factory-fresh my face squinted at the smell. It reminded me of having a headache and heart burn. I began to wonder about the box it came it which read “Made in China.”Remember all those toys from China that had to be recalled because of the led paint that was poisoning our children??? What if this bed was also made with harmful chemicals? I went online and no one had a definite answer but the question had already been asked on some forums.

I have a sensitive sniffer. I go by smell a lot. I can smell the individual ingredients in a bowl of stew, I can smell when people have sinus congestion from yards away, I can smell differences in things and cars and houses, etc. Thus, I can’t live with a smelly bed!

So I posted it up on the internet to sell it again, unfortunately for a loss because now the bed was out of the package and I’ve already slept on it. Nobody wanted it. What’s the deal? My ad looked good. But no phone calls. Finally after many posts, somebody called. They wanted to trade. Um… Okay… I’ll take a Pillowtop Queen in place for my factory-stink memory foam. Nobody else seems to want this bed anyways. The queen size bed they gave me was cheap, and used. But at least it didn’t stink. I bought a bed cover and new sheets from Target, plus I’m using my down blanket as a pad to keep my face as far away from the used mattress as possible.

It’s actually quite comfortable.


I really feel like stuff like this happens to me all the time. All I wanted was a bed. I spent hours searching for just the right size and deal. I finally found one and yet, something like the smell of the bed was an issue. I NEVER thought about that one!!!

I hate living in society for this very reason! Manufacturers sould not make things that are bad for our health just so they can make a bigger profit!!!

Frustrations aside, I’m happier with my new bed despite the fact that I could have saved money if I had bought a non-foam bed first. The people who traded for me really got a good deal – unless the smell bothers them. But I don’t think it will, based on my first impression. Just trust me on that one.

Before you go out and get yourself one of those fancy-smancy memory foam beds, consider the smell. Perhaps more natural materials is the best answer. This whole experience just pushes me closer to living away from a factory-made world and out on my own – in a house I built with my own hands, furniture I built with my own hands, and technology for energy use built with my own hands.