Articles on our wedding

I am impressed – the reporter, Brent, and videographer left what I thought was an hour ago, and already, there’s a writeup: KOINarticle.  (After 6pm Pacific time, the video of the news program also was posted!  The quote from Jay at the beginning of the video is actually referring to our climb of Denali (also known as Mt. McKinley).)

In addition, we did a write up for our local mountaineering organization’s publication, and that can be viewed at:  Wedding article, on Page 24 & 25 at the bottom.  To actually *read* the article, you’ll have to use the little slider bar that appears with a “-” and a “+”, and move it to the + so that the article is enlarged.

Hah!  I never expected that we’d be news-worthy!

leora

Mountain Romance - Part III - Mt. Hood Summit Wedding

For those who have been following the Mountain Romance, I found my most perfect mate – a fellow climber (part 1).  He proposed on the summit of Mt. Hood, earlier this year (part 2), and, now, we’ve been wed on the summit of Mt. Hood (part 3)!

Here we have the summit photo of  the “wedding party,” also known as the climb team, with puffed rice being thrown, after the knot was tied (Click on any photo to see them all in higher resolution):

In strict Left to Right order of the faces: Gary Riggs, Wim Aarts, Candi Cook, Tomasz Piekarz, Leora Gregory (Bride), Jay Avery (Groom), Jean Hillebrand, Mark Fowler, Dyanne Foster, Linda Musil, Karen Vernier (Officiant)

After part 2 of the saga came out, people asked us “when’s the wedding date”?  At the time, we didn’t know, because we’d not gotten that far in our thinking.  Having bought each of us a new pair of lightweight mountaineering boots to symbolize our engagement (and, of course, for climbing), we started thinking that a wedding on the summit of Mt. Hood would be a good idea.  We started touting the idea around with our climbing friends, and our friend, Teresa, whom I credit with “introducing” me to Jay, let us know that she was an ordained minister.  Another friend, Patrice, proposed that she get ordained through the online process so that she could wed us.  I felt very encouraged by the response we were getting to do such a wedding.

Soon after that, I became a climb leader with the Mazamas, the local mountaineering organization, and I started thinking that it would be neat if I were able to lead an official Mazama climb as our wedding climb.  By mid-February, I had the climb posted on the public Mazamas’ winter climb schedule, and by the time we left for a month-long trip to California in March, I had about 25 people signed up for the climb.    With so many people signed up we started wondering how we could get everyone up, and still stay within the guidelines of the Mazamas and Wilderness Act, which restrict climbs to 12 people, among other restrictions.  Jay is a climb leader for another local mountaineering organization, the Chemeketans, out of Salem, and I was thinking that if there were too many people who wanted to go on the climb, maybe we could have him lead a 12 person Chemeketan climb, and I could lead a 12 person Mazama climb.  After Jay and I discussed that possibility for a while, we finally realized that that was just way too many people to deal with, potentially creating issues with making sure that the leaders (who have certain responsibilities when leading a climb) and the minister could make it to the summit.  We settled on having it be a Mazama climb, and that we would figure out what to do with any additional people, if that really became an issue. 

On our March California trip, we did some visiting and also climbed to a few more State High Points (Boundary Peak in Nevada, Mt. Whitney in California, and Humphreys Peak in Arizona), and finally joined others for some hiking in Death Valley.  In the middle of that trip, one of the potential participants, Karen, wrote to let me know that she, too, could now perform the ceremony.  That was good news, because, although I was sure that I wouldn’t need her, there was always this chance that Teresa couldn’t do it, especially as her knee had been bothering her a lot, lately.  When we returned from California on April 4th, I started looking at weather reports, told the potential climbers that I was back in town, and asked for people’s availability for April 8, 10, and 11 (a Wed., Friday, and Saturday), days that were possible for Teresa to climb.  The weather forecasts were all looking pretty terrible – either heavy snow, high winds, or too high avalanche danger. 

By Monday, April 6th, I’d seen a report from a climbing buddy that the snow was hip deep at the Hogsback (a specific place on Mt. Hood at around 10,600ft) on Saturday.  One of the potential climbing participants, Wim, also had been up on the weekend, and saw a couple of human induced avalanches.  This was just not looking good.  Jay and I poured over all of the weather reports, and I thought that Thursday, the 9th, would be our only option.  We called Wim, and discussed it with him, and decided that, yes, Thursday was our only weather possibility – another storm was moving in on Friday.  I checked with both Teresa and Karen, and although Teresa wasn’t able to go up that day, Karen was (thank goodness for backups!), so I sent out mail that night, and by Tuesday, got all of the responses back, and found that only 12 people could possibly climb on that day, so no worries about figuring out how to get around the restrictions on the number of people.  After checking weather forecasts one more time, we sent out the final “it’s a go!” on Wednesday morning, the 8th.  Carpools were then all arranged so as to meet at Timberline (6000ft), the start of the climb, by 6am, so that we could start the climb at 6:30am.  The one advantage of the current weather pattern was that the freezing level was so low, that we could do the entire climb during the day, and not have to worry about the ice on the upper reaches of the mountain, melting and falling on us, which was a change from the earlier months.  It means less disruption to people’s sleep cycle, and more potential for great views while going both up and down the mountain.

Wim offered to ski up ahead, with another participant, Tomasz, assess the conditions for avy (avalanche) potential, and set up a rope in the most difficult section of the route, so that people could attach themselves to the rope, which would then catch them if they should stumble or fall.  He told me that if we couldn’t go to the summit, then we’d just do the ceremony on the Hogsback.   I had to tell him, that no, if we couldn’t go to the summit, there would be no ceremony – it would have to be done another day, because we HAD to have it on the summit.  It’s just not the same, having it at some other spot on the mountain!  Fortunately, I knew that with Wim, I didn’t have to worry about that information changing his assessment of the conditions.  If there was high avalanche danger, we wouldn’t be going, period. 

I had quite a scare when everyone arrived at our meeting spot EXCEPT Karen!!!!  Fortunately, one of the other participants knew that she’d left late, and therefore would be arriving a little late, due to some confusion at the carpool meeting place.  She arrived shortly, thereafter. 

Here’s everyone getting their packs and gear and avalanche transceivers ready at the cars:

Packs and gear strewn all over the place. . . After getting all of the gear together, we all gathered at the Climber’s Register:

L to R: Mark, Gary, Wim, tiny bit of Tom, Candi, Leora.

This is where we fill out the wilderness permit, and the climber’s register, and discuss last minute details about the climb plan.

Getting everyone all set and ready to go took a little more time than I’d expected, and we finally set off around 6:45pm, about 15 minutes late.  However, as we moved up the mountain, we kept pretty good time.  Here we are, right at the start of the climb – the skiers hadn’t started up, yet, but Jay took this picture of all of the climbers:

Here, the snow was compacted by snow cats that go up and down the south side of the mountain, grooming the Palmer Snowfield above us.

In other places, we were fortunate in that others had preceded us up the mountain, leaving footsteps that we could use.  If we went outside of that boot-track, we would wallow in a couple feet of snow.  Here’s a picture of me, when I went out of the track to say good bye to Tom, who was having a leg issue that day, managing to lose my balance while I wallowed. . .:

(Photo courtesy of Candi)  Note that the snow went up nearly to our knees.  Gary and Tom are leaning down to help me up, and Jay is bringing up the rear of the climb team.

Here are a few more pictures, from Candi, of the team, as we progressed up the mountain – you can see what a fabulous day it was – crisp, clear, cool.  This first one has Mt. Jefferson very clearly in the distance (with the 3 sisters and other mountains behind it):

This next one looks as though we’re coming out of the clouds:

This one is looking up , with Crater Rock, the center cone of the crater of Mt. Hood, the most prominent feature:

The skiers (besides Wim and Tomasz, Candi was also on skis, but stayed with us walkers) were able to glide, easily, on top of the snow.  Skiers put one-directional “fur” known as “skins” on the bottom of their skis, so that they can glide up, and the little fibers of the “fur” dig into the snow, and keep their skis from sliding backwards down the mountain.  With their weight distributed over the whole surface area of their skis they had an easier time making progress.

Here’s a picture of the team as they progressed farther up the mountain – it’s hard to tell that Candi is actually on skis – they sort of disappear in the snow:

Candi is the rightmost person with a red backpack and white boots.  There are a couple of climbers, in the far distance, coming down.  Possibly worried about potential ice fall due to the sun-melt, they thought that it was too late in the day to summit.  Since we'd experienced these kind of conditions (low winds, low freezing level, and sun) many times, before, we were pretty sure that we didn't have to worry about sun-melt.

I love this picture that Candi took of the mountain:

I've taken the above picture and added the route in bright green:

When we all arrived at the Hogsback, we were greeted by Tomasz, who informed us that the conditions were fabulous – the Pearly Gates would be mostly a snow climb (as opposed to an ice climb, as it has been the last several years that we’ve done it), and Wim was putting in the fixed line.  We donned our harnesses and crampons (the pointy things on the bottom of our boots, because, under all of that snow, there *was* ice, and we would encounter it on the climb through the Pearly Gates).  Tomasz wanted to leave the ropes on the Hogsback, which I was fine with doing – we probably wouldn’t need more than 1 rope, and maximum 2 ropes, and they each had carried up 2 ropes, and 6 pickets – an extra 24 pounds of gear, so that Tomasz’ pack was probably 60 pounds.  He was *done* carrying so much weight.  I had to laugh, though – after I agreed to leaving the ropes, he told me that he WOULD carry another rope up, the rest of the way, lest Wim think him lazy. . .

And when I made it up to Wim, the first thing he asked was if we could take the ropes down with us when we went down, because skiing with the ropes in their packs was unwieldy.  Jay and I readily agreed to taking the ropes down (for me, that’s the easier direction to carry extra weight!).

So, the whole team went through the Pearly Gates.  Here’s a picture of one of the team, attached to the fixed line via a small rope to her harness, making her way up this more narrow passage way.  After this, it opens up a bit, and it’s just another 100 ft or so of elevation gain to the summit:

(photo courtesy of Candi)

Soon, the entire team was gathered on the summit, and it was time for the ceremony.  The clouds had swooped in, and the wind was blowing a bit, so it was pretty cold.  I donned my huge parka, and everyone else put on warm clothes and gloves and mittens for the ceremony.  Candi took off her harness so that her skirt looked more like a skirt.  And Mark took out his tie, that he’d been concealing under multiple layers of clothes on the way up!  They were dressed for the occasion!

People got out their cameras and got in position for the ceremony, and Jay and I grasped each other’s heavily gloved hands, and Karen commenced the ceremony (thank you to Tomasz for taking these pictures with Jay's camera!):

I like the above picture, because it shows Jay thrusting his ice axe into the snow – we both have them attached with some webbing, to our harnesses, and although there’s no way that we’re going to fall down the mountain from this spot – it’s a habit to put the ice axe in to anchor one’s self.  (Although, with so little of the ice axe penetrating the hard packed snow on the summit, it isn’t much of an anchor. . .)  You can also clearly see the crampons on Jay’s boots (we were both wearing our “engagement boots”!).  Everyone was wearing crampons, but they don’t show up as well on everyone else.

The following is a little better picture of Karen while she was officiating, and some of the wedding party in the background – either sitting, or standing, trying to get a good picture:

I’m holding 2 bouquets of flowers – one, of Lilacs cut from one of the wedding party’s lilac bush, and the other, some plastic flowers that held up quite well. . .

This is a picture, taken by Candi, of us while Jay was saying his vows:

I knew that I wouldn’t be able to say any long vows, so mine were to say “me too,” and I did manage to say those two words, after Jay said his vows. 

The following was our “pre-kiss” after we exchanged our wedding altimeter watches (where others would have exchanged rings) – it’s hard to see, but they’re in our hands.  We kept kissing, and Karen kept telling us that we couldn’t kiss, yet, so I called it a "pre-kiss"!

And, finally: Pronounced husband and wife at 2:20pm:

And the REAL kiss:

I had Karen “catch” one of the bouquets, and Candi, the other, and then Karen brought out the cake that she’d bought at JaCiva Bakery!  We cut the cake and did the feed each other thing, and then the team broke out the Martinelli’s, discovered that a bottle opener was needed to open it, so used one end of an ice axe to open it, and then Linda delivered the plastic little wine glasses.  Unfortunately, she sat on some of them, so when she filled up one glass, it all went spilling out of the stem – cracked me up!  We got 2 that worked, and then we did the hook arms and drink thing.  I told the team that my housemate would be happy that we were doing these traditional things, because before we went on the climb, she asked me “are you going to do ANYTHING traditional?”  Here, I thought that the fact that we were having a wedding at all was pretty darned traditional! 

We had sunflower seeds and puffed rice thrown on us (I’m sure that the crows and ravens will be happy, although, yes, I know we’re not supposed to feed the wild animals), and we wanted to get a group shot.  Fortunately, 3 climbers from Eugene were on the summit, and one of them took our pictures with a couple of different cameras.  I like the one with the puffed rice in front of us, the best, so that’s the one at the beginning of this missive.

Then it was time to get the team going down the mountain.  It was fairly anticlimactic, so we just have a few pictures, courtesy of Candi.  Here she is on the Hogsback, looking back at the route where we are all making our way down:

I love the hint of clouds in the picture.  They would come and go – sometimes reducing visibility to about 40 ft!

When we all got back to the Hogsback, Candi offered to do a reception.  The team requested that it be on Saturday, and, with that settled, the skiers took off.  Linda also took off, as she had to go into work when she got back!  The rest of us stuck more or less together, with the last of us arriving at the parking lot at 7:08pm.  Just a tad over a 12 hour day.

Here is one final shot, and it is of Tomasz and Wim skiing down below Crater Rock (photo courtesy of Candi Cook):

And that is the last picture of the climb. . .

At the very short notice Saturday reception, JoJo O’Connor took a better picture of us and our wedding altimeter watches:

Because we didn’t know when the wedding would be, depending, as it did, on the weather and climbers’ availability, we couldn’t plan a traditional wedding reception.  We’ve opted, instead, to have a series of little parties to celebrate, and get friends and family together.  We’re having an open house-style reception at our friend, Rusty’s house on May 2nd, where people can come and go when they please, in Oregon.  We’re having one for our family in Michigan, this summer, and I’m hoping that we’ll have something *next* year, on the east coast, likely in New Jersey, when we try and hit all of the eastern states’ highest points!  Feel free to contact me if you are feeling left out and we’ll figure out how to celebrate!

Links to videos and pictures:

Video:Linda’s Version of the vows – with full transcript in the description.  This version only has Jay, Leora, and Karen visible.(Length 4:10)

Video:Gary’s Version of the vows (can see some of the rest of the wedding party) (Length 4:32)

Video:The cutting of the cake (Length 1:47)

Pictures: Candi selected about 35 pictures out of the couple hundred that she took, and put together a nice little story of the climb.  Here are Candi's public pictures, with captions (Click on the first picture of the album, and you’ll be able to scroll through the different pictures, with the captions appearing to the right of the picture).

Mountain Romance - Part II

Here is a shot of our engagement boots:

Stepping back, a bit: At the end of the year, Jay and I were noting that it had been nearly 10 months since we’d been together as a couple, and during that time, we were almost always in each other’s company, yet we were still happy to be in each other’s company!  Hum.  We might make it – we might actually be able to make it through a year, together, and ultimately, the rest of our lives.  It was an interesting thought. 

We returned to our daily living, which consists of checking the weather for when the next climbing day will be, and on which mountain.  On the last day of 2014, we were able to climb Mt. St. Helens, which was a nice send off to a very, very full year.  On January 7^th, it looked as though there would be a nice shot at Mt. Hood, but by the time we got anywhere near the summit, we’d been hearing ice pouring down from the top of the mountain, and, while down below, there was a nice icy crust, up above, we ran into super soft snow that balled up under our feet, making walking in the steep terrain, dangerous.  We turned around and went back home.

Scouring the weather reports, again, it looked as though January 13^th would be the next best shot at Mt. Hood.  Since we’d not made the previous attempt, Jay suggested that we just take the easiest route up, to ensure success, and then concentrate on other routes, later.  Sounded good to me.  We started up the mountain at 4:15am, with a dark sky, but no need for headlamps because the quarter moon was providing enough light against all of the snow to make seeing where we were going very easy.  By the time 6:15am rolled around, I was freezing, and wound up having to put on all of the clothes that I’d packed, which is rather unusual for me.  Usually, I have a couple more things that I can put on, in case I wind up having to stay out longer than anticipated, or in case the weather gets worse than anticipated.   So, I was getting a little nervous, since we still had quite a ways to go.  I mentioned my nervousness, and Jay reminded me that the sun was about to come up, so really, we were in the coldest part of the climb, and, he had more clothes, should I need them.  So we continued up. 

The snow conditions were fantastic – nice crusty snow and ice the whole way up.  As soon as we got to the summit, I wanted to take summit photos (mainly because I wanted timing pictures, as I’m a bit obsessive about noting how long it takes me to climb something – this day, I took 6.5 hours to summit versus the 4 hours it took me, right after we returned from climbing Denali).   Jay was busy taking off his pack, and securing it, so that there was no chance that it would roll down the mountain, and I wanted to take a picture of the two of us, so I had to wait for him to get situated, all the while telling him that I wanted to get this picture of us.  So, he patiently let me take our picture (of course, I had to take several, hoping that I could get the mountains in the background, as well).  And then, when I was all done, he dropped down on one knee, and I thought that he had to readjust his boot or crampon or something, but then he took my hand, and asked me if I’d marry him!  Oh, my gosh!  A romantic proposal!  Holy mackerel!  I realized that it probably was a bit nerve-wracking for him to ask, even though we’d sort of discussed it in different terms, earlier, so I tried to get out a “Yes, of course!” as soon as I could.  After some kissing and hugging, I thought that it would be great to get a sort of picture of the event – we were the only ones on the summit, and I’d not brought a tripod, and after having lost one “camera” on top of a summit, I wasn’t keen to try the self-timer, which meant that all I could get, well, was another head shot:

The day was so  glorious, I had to get a shot of the summit and St. Helens, Rainier, and Adams in the distance, and our two shadows in the foreground:

And then another shot from the Hogsback, looking back up our route:

Another climber’s skis are on the Hogsback, and he, himself, is just a dark spot on the route, just under a shadowed triangle.

And when we got done, I thought we should have an engagement picture, when we’d arrived safely at the bottom, and without sunglasses:

We were both pretty happy. 

After the proposal, on the way down the mountain, I told Jay that I thought that it was pretty handy that he'd proposed on this particular climb, because it was also my 50^th successful climb of Mt. Hood (it was his 88^th).  Later, I heard him (jokingly) telling people that he had had to wait until he knew that I was serious about climbing, and had to have at least 50 climbs of Mt. Hood under my belt before he would consider marrying me!

Since I won’t wear rings, and not much of any jewelry, for that matter, Jay had decided that he was going to get me engagement boots and an engagement altimeter, since my lightweight mountaineering boots don’t really fit, are no longer waterproof, completely shredded on the outside, and don’t have any tread left, and because I can’t find the altimeter that I know that I own, because I misplaced it while waiting to get it a new battery [batteries and I just don’t get along, very well].  So, yesterday, we went out to get boots for me, and it turns out that La Sportiva has a new, warmer version of their lightweight boot, so while I was trying them on, Jay decided to try them on, too.  He loved them, so we got engagement boots for both of us which is the picture at the start of this lore.

May 2015 bring you wonderful things!

leora

Life After Denali

I was noticing that it’s been a while since I've updated people on what I have been doing. . .

After we (Jay and I) made it to the top of North America's highest point (Denali, also known as Mt. McKinley) and back, we wanted to test our acclimatization – how well we were acclimated to the reduced oxygen content in the air at higher altitudes – so after returning to Oregon in June, we climbed Mt. Hood, again, going for speed.  While it’s nothing for Jay to be able to get to the top in 3 hours, for me, getting to the top in 4 hours was a first that made me very happy, as you might be able to tell in this summit picture (with flat-topped Mt. St. Helens in the distance on the left, and Mt. Adams in the distance on the right):

One more shot from that climb:

This is of Jay, carefully traversing some of the steep terrain, with one broken crampon (right foot) [our crampons are sharp steel points jutting out of a bed of steel that we strap to the bottoms of our boots].  It made the trip more “exciting” than it needed to be, since we went through icy terrain, which makes the crampons necessary for not losing one’s footing.  This pictured bit was actually the safer part, since it was easier to make flat surfaces for foot placement.  We got down the rest of the way quite safely.

After this test of speed, we got invited to join a climb of Unicorn in the Tatoosh Range, which is south of Mt. Rainier, and in Mount Rainier National Park.  We decided to do that climb one day, and climb 3 other mountains the next day.  Here’s a shot of us at the top of Unicorn, with Mt. Rainier in the background:

It was pretty darned breezy, even though it was fairly warm.  Jay’s tougher than I am – I had to hide in my jacket.  This particular climb is a nice mix of snow and rock.  We did a rappel down from the summit block, which is what Jay is doing in this shot:

The following day, we again enjoyed wonderful views of Mt. Rainier:

See that smallish peak off the right shoulder of Mt. Rainier?  It’s almost as high (just a hundred feet lower) than Mt. Hood, but it’s absolutely dwarfed by Mt. Rainier!

Look at the top of this rock:

That is Jay up there – he went up to see if he could find an easy walk up route to the top, and he could, so he came back down and we both went up the easy route that he found, and then I took this picture:

looking back toward where we’d climbed the previous day.  The summit of the previous day’s Unicorn climb is the top of that weird block on the top left side of the left of the 2 mountains backlit by the sky.  (Hence the name “Unicorn” – that’s the “horn”.)  And that is the block that Jay was rappelling down in that rappel picture. 

After these climbs, we heard from my Mom that my Dad's health had deteriorated and we weren't sure he'd make it.  Jay hadn't met my immediate family, so we decided that we should go to Michigan and have him meet everyone and see what we could do about my Dad's health.  But before going, just one more climb. . .

This time, we were taking a friend up Mt. Hood who’d had the worst luck in getting to the top – every single climb (about 7 or more!) ended up having to turn around for one reason or another, and I’d told her that that was because she was doing it with the wrong people, she had to do it with *us*, so we all went, together.  I absolutely love the smile on her face in this morning photo of her, with the shadow of the whole of Mt. Hood behind her:

She was smiling that broadly because she knew that today was the day that she would get to the top – we still had about 600 ft to go, and we were doing a slightly more difficult route than all of the folks pictured in the background, but we were *there*, and this was going to happen!

I *love* it when we can make a climb happen for someone else.  We were successful – the mountain was so beautiful, I took a couple of pictures on the way down:

This is a shot in almost the same place as the second photo from the top, of just Jay, where it looks all steep – for some reason, the angle looks really tame in this photo.  Jay is turned around, having gotten to a pretty safe place, to check on how Lynne is doing.  We’d gone to the left of the big rock pictured in the top center of the photo.  Remember that rock, because it’s in this next shot:

Do you see that rock in the top right of this photo?  We’re all standing on the ridge of snow called “the Hogsback”, and that leads to that Bergschrund (a huge crack in the snow and ice).  You may be able to see our trail from that rock down to the right of the Bergschrund. 

With this nice little success, we flew to Michigan for what we thought was about a week and a half.  A couple days after getting there, my Dad ended up having open heart surgery.  His recovery was going really well, until about 4 days into the recovery when he had a cardiac arrest.  He was revived, but it really slowed down his recovery, and we realized that he needed to get a pacemaker/defibrillator.  Jay and I cancelled what plans we did have to stay for as long as we needed to be there.  And then my Mom had a stroke and *she* landed in the same hospital.  Fortunately, she made a dramatic recovery (with no miracle drugs), and was out even before my Dad was. 

While I had to cancel a planned trip to Italy, and duck out of a climb that I was supposed to lead, I was sooooooo thankful that I was retired and didn’t have to worry about my job at the same time that I was worrying about my folks.  We stayed until my parents had recovered sufficiently to fend for themselves, and then we returned to Portland long enough for Jay to replace the roof on his house and make other needed repairs and then we headed back to Michigan. This time, we decided to drive. 

After climbing Denali, Jay casually mentioned that we’d done the most difficult of the 50 states’ highest points, so maybe we should try the rest?  In Jay’s working years, he’d met someone who had successfully been to each state’s highest point after he’d retired.  Jay thought that that was a neat idea, and so that is our plan, now, as well.  Since we were driving to Michigan, I thought that this would be a great time to hit a bunch of the high points and show Jay some of the pretty parts of Michigan (and prove that there really *are* pretty parts of Michigan).   

The following is a collage of all of the high points we’ve been able to get to so far.  My parents even got to join us for a few of the high points when we went down to visit my Dad’s brother and family in Virginia:

The trip to Michigan was in October, which turned out to be perfect for the changing colors in the tree foliage.  Here’s a picture that shows a little of the brilliance that we experienced along the way, complete with an old lighthouse that is on Grand Island (Grand Island National Recreation Area, just north of Munising in the upper peninsula of Michigan):

Much of the time that we were there, the winds were blowing, and Lake Superior looked like an ocean:

We took a boat out to see the Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore so that we could see this:

And this:

I don’t know if you can see the tree roots that extend back from the tree that dominates that one rock outcropping to the rest of the trees?  Pretty impressive.

And we saw a lot of what looked like paint spilled all over the cliff sides:

all natural and due to different minerals and metals in the rock.

While my immediate family was gathered in Virginia, my aunt was kind enough to take a picture:

Standing (left to right): Sherri (my brother’s wife), Leslie (my brother), me, Jay, and then sitting: my Mom and Dad.

Now, we’re back in Oregon for a month or two, trying to get back into tiptop shape for the winter climbing season, which we're expecting to punctuate by a few more state high points (California’s Mt. Whitney, and Nevada’s Boundary Peak) on a trip to Death Valley in March.  We’re also looking at going to Puerto Vallarta in Mexico in April, courtesy of a friend, and one of those places that it seems everyone but me has been to. . .  During the summer, we’re hoping to knock off the rest of the tall state high points (like Utah, Arizona, Texas, New Mexico, Colorado, Wyoming, and Montana), and since Illinois’ high point is on private property, and they only open it up in the summer, we’ll have to do that, and since we’ll be there, we might as well visit everyone in Michigan, before taking off for Australia in September/October time frame.  So, we're looking at another packed year, and if we can include you in it, we shall.  Give a shout out if we'll be heading your way!

May your 2015 be packed with good health and fine experiences,

Leora