Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Obituary: Hiking Shoes

The moment has come....where I had to trash my FIRST pair of hiking shoes. I have used these shoes for almost four years of hiking, and they were probably expired over two years ago, but I kept using them. They haven't been keeping my feet dry for a while, but I allowed nostalgia to trump practicality. The last hike I did in these shoes, it was raining so hard, and the trail was so muddy that my socks had to be peeled off my feet, and my skin was so brown from all the muddy water that leaked into my shoes. I was flooded (pun intended) with the memories of all the trails that these shoes took me on, including my FIRST hike in Washington.

I moved to Seattle in May 2012, and I went on my first hike in August 2012. During those first few months in Seattle, I was working on improving my fitness level, since I had become quite sedentary being a graduate student. Living in downtown Seattle, it promoted me to walk almost everywhere, and I finally felt ready to embrace the hiking lifestyle of PNW with a small hike at Mount Rainier.

I went with another Seattle transplant from Florida. She had never been hiking before either. We each had a bottle of water, a backpack with a few snacks, and our cell phones for navigation to the visitor center at Mount Rainier. We did zero research on trails or anything, we basically thought it would be fun to go hiking, and there ended our thought process; clearly we were amateurs and bordering along the lines of being idiots.

We arrived in the late morning so the visitor center's parking lot was full, so we had to park in another parking lot and take a 20-minute shuttle to the visitor center. After talking with the ranger at the park entrance, we decided we wanted to hike the 4-mile Reflection Lake trail. Completely doable...on paper. Since we had never been hiking before, we just assumed there would be signs marking every intersection, telling you which direction to go; which of course is not the case. We got sooooooo lost, we would have been easy pickings for a bear cub if it was in the vicinity. Our simple 4-mile hike turned into almost 8-miles, and remember it's the peak of summer, and we had one bottle of water. And to add to further insult, mosquitos were EVERYWHERE! We were eaten alive, I remember having over 50 bites once we were done hiking, and we had brought zero sunscreen. Conclusion to this story, we didn't die; we made it back to the visitor center, drank gallons of water, and immediately got back on the road to come back to Seattle.

My first hike was a humbling experience. I am sure after that experience, many people would have decided that hiking just wasn't for them. However, when I got back to the safety of my apartment, I realized how amazing the experience was, and I just couldn't appreciate it at the moment. Since that first hike, I have tried to encourage other friends that have never hiked to embark on the journey with me.

My fitness has clearly improved since 2012, and I have successfully completed a 22-mile day-hike. This year I am aiming to complete the 52 hike challenge. Four years ago, it was difficult for me to just walk four miles without being worn out. Now, after completing hikes, I feel rejuvenated and at peace. Transformation may not always be physical, but rather something that happens mentally. For me, it has been both.

I have purchased a new pair of hiking shoes from REI, and I went on my first hike on Tiger Mountain last weekend. And yes, it was glorious when I took my socks off, that I didn't have to worry about any epidermis coming off.

Saturday, February 13, 2016

52 Hike Challenge

When I have free time, I cannot get to the mountains, national parks, waterfalls, and lakes fast enough. I am constantly wanting to explore new places and revisit memorable destinations. Thankfully, I have amazing friends that share the need and want to get outdoors and wander too. Therefore, we are participating in the 52-Hike Challenge this year. We all have our own goals: tackle some big trails, meet new people, embrace healthier lifestyles, and inspire others to #OptOutside. It's not too late to start your year-long challenge: 52 Hikes in 52 Weeks.

If you live in the Pacific Northwest, it is actually pretty easy to find a different hike each week. Personally, I go through my hiking books, search the Washington Trails Association website, research popular trails on Instagram, and scan trails mentioned on hikingwithmybrother.com

Currently, I have had the opportunity to do more than one hike each week. At the end of my 52 Hike Challenge, I will definitely share some of the highlights and the hikes I completed during the 52 weeks. Hope to see you out on the trails soon!

Here are my accomplished hikes so far:

Week 1: Myrtle Edwards Park, Seattle, WA; Centennial Park, Seattle, WA

Week 2: Twin Falls State Park, North Bend, WA; Preston-Snoqualmie Rail Trail, Fall City, WA; Snoqualmie Falls, Snoqualmie, WA
Week 3: Spencer Island, Everett, WA; Langus Riverfront Trail, Everett, WA
Week 4: Point Robinson Lighthouse, Maury Island, WA
Week 5:Washington Park Arboretum to Marsh Island, Seattle, WA
Week 6: Fort Ward State Park, Bainbridge Island, WA; Gazzam Lake, Bainbridge Island, WA; Grand Forest, Bainbridge Island, WA
Week 7: Saint Edward State Park, Kenmore, WA; Cougar Mountain Regional Wildland Park Licorice Fern Trail, Issaquah, WA; Wilderness Creek and Wilderness Peak Loop, Issaquah, WA

Monday, February 8, 2016

Humans of New York: Stories

People watching is something everyone has indulge in at one time or another. It is a very easy thing to do, and most of us do it without realizing. Social media has definitely magnified the ability to showcase photos from this innocent form of stalking. For example, on Instagram I follow a Seattleite that takes black and white photography of people on his morning bus commute. When his photos appear on my newsfeed, I instantly begin guessing what that person does for a job, where they are going, what their favorite flavor of cupcake is, and what caffeine beverage they would order.

A few years ago, I began following Humans of New York (HONY) on Facebook. A photographer (Brandon Stanton) initially set out to just photograph 10,000 New Yorkers. However, it progressed into him taking photos of strangers, and then also getting short stories and quotes from these New Yorkers. Millions of people go to the HONY website daily, and now there is a published book Humans of New York: Stories. I have recently finished it; and I wanted to share some of my favorite quotes and photos from Brandon Stanton's newest book.

I see something in animals that I don’t see in humans. They have a focus and energy that humans don’t have. They just want to live. They aren’t trying to impress anyone. They aren’t trying to hurt anyone for no reason. Even the rat you see in the subway—his only thought is finding the food he needs to survive. Animals only want to live. It’s humans that demand more than they need.

The amplitudes of life get smaller as you age. There are less and less things to experience for the first time. And each time you experience something, you don’t get quite as excited. But you don’t get quite as hurt, either. I wonder what it will feel like when I’m seventy…
“I feel stuck.”
“What’s keeping you stuck, exactly?”
“If I knew that, I’d be unstuck.”

I wish I’d partied a little less. People always say: ‘Be true to yourself.’ But that’s misleading because there are two selves. There’s your short-term self, and there’s your long-term self. And if you’re only true to your short-term self, your long-term self slowly decays.

I tend to be cynical about a lot of things, but Maya Angelou is somebody that no matter how much I pick her apart, she still has integrity. She was a victim of incest and rape, and she worked as a stripper. And now she’s a literary icon and Nobel laureate. It goes to show that life is cumulative, and you can’t devalue any type of experience.

“Who’s influenced you the most in your life?”
“My principal, Ms. Lopez. When we get in trouble, she doesn’t suspend us. She calls us to her office and explains to us how society was built down around us. And she tell us that each time somebody fails out of school, a new jail cell gets built. And one time she made every student stand up, one at a time, and she told each one of us that we matter.”

“What’s been your greatest accomplishment?”
“Keeping in touch with distant friends and relatives.”
“Why is that important?”
“It’s important to always have people who remember you at various stages of your life. It’s especially important as you get older, because there are less of those people around. And they remind you who you are.”

My sister taught me how to ask for money from my parents. First you give them a compliment. Then you talk about your day. Then you tell them about your grades. Then you ask for money.

“What do you feel most guilty about?”
“All the people I drift away from.”

His grandmother and I are raising him. I worry about putting him into the public school system. I was a teacher for many years. I’ve seen so much confidence destroyed by the standardization system. Every human is born with natural curiosity. I’ve never seen a child who wasn’t inspired. But once you force someone to do anything, the inspired person is killed. I dropped out of school myself in seventh grade. So I know. I taught a GED course for years, so I’ve seen the end results over and over. I’ve seen so many kids who have complexes and insecurities because they were forced to do something they weren’t ready to do, and then they were blamed when they weren’t able to do it. What we call ‘education’ today is not organic. You can’t take something as complex as the human mind, compartmentalize it, and regiment its development so strictly.

The great thing about New York is that if you sit in one place long enough, the whole world comes to you.

What’s the biggest crime you’ve ever committed?
I’ve never been a constant in anyone’s life.

I’ve been working for forty-five years, and so has my wife. But we have no money. You know why? Because my five kids have two bachelor’s, a master’s, and two doctorate degrees. They are my wealth.

Were I to dream
then dream I would
of days that have gone by.

Your eyes would gleam
and so would mine,
but joys remembered are no longer mine.

I walk in a garden of memory,
reliving the joys and the sorrows as well.
I walked with a cane down memory lane.
Perhaps there, joys remembered will remain.

Perhaps when my hair has turned to gray
and my face is etched with pain,
I’ll walk with a cane down memory lane.
Perhaps there, joys remembered will remain.

I tell my daughters they need a college education so that they can have a career, and not a job. Because I’ve got two jobs, and they still don’t add up to a career.”

I’m a philosophy professor. I tell my students ‘never make an exception of yourself.’ People like to make exceptions for themselves. They hold other people to moral codes that they aren’t willing to follow themselves. For example, people tend to think that if they tell a lie, it’s because it was absolutely necessary. But if someone else tells a lie, it means they’re dishonest. So never make an exception of yourself. If you’re a thief, don’t complain about being robbed.

“We’re eye doctors.”
“What’s something about the eye that most people don’t realize?”
“The eye doesn’t see. The brain sees. The eye just transmits. So what we see isn’t only determined by what comes through the eyes. What we see is affected by our memories, our feelings, and by what we’ve seen before.”

“I’m finding out that being an adult is a lot more than learning how to cook.”

 “He likes to take the lead, so I’ve learned to lead more quietly.”