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19 September 2017

"To die would be an awfully big adventure!"

Or actually, not! At least not according to Mary Michelle.

She prefers the "To live would be an awfully big adventure" version of that quote.

But she is, without a doubt in my mind, one of the toughest little eight-year-olds I know.

Last Saturday, a few of us (Tim, Richelle, Anna, and M&M) decided we wanted to take advantage of our about-to-expire yearly membership to Parks Quebec - which gives our family all the access we could want to the Jacques Cartier National Park.

Early afternoon, we left home for our first adventure in our Matrix (the Toyota kind... no pill swallowing involved!), en route to the Jacques.


Mountains in the distance as we head towards the park.

Another mountain, names for "Les frères Wright" - thus why we want to climb this one too... someday!
Looking for a decent workout, we decided to give one of the difficult trails a try. Anna has been begging us for over three years now to hike to the summit of one of the mountains in the park. We knew it might be a challenge for M&M, but considering we were three more-or-less adults, we figured we could get her up there. And, if the trail proved too difficult, I'd turn around with the half-pint and we'd let Tim and Anna scale the heights. 
  • 6.8 kilometers, one way
  • two primary overlooks
  • the gal at the Discovery Center's words: "If you make the first overlook, keep on going. It is much easier than the first part of the trail."
  • 4:30 in the afternoon
  • 3 large water bottles
  • 4 Kit Kat bars ("For a bit of trail nourishment," says Tim as he purchases the candy.)
We started up the trail. 

I'm telling you, don't mess with this kid!


This was pretty typical of the rockiness of the trail.


KitKat break


Cooling off

Obligatory "Pride Rock" pose, without a Simba, so the water bottle stood in.



It was steep, there were lots of rocks and roots, but we reached the first overlook by 5:30 in the afternoon.





Then, we decided to continue on. After all, that was what the lady had told us. Bad life decision, but more on that later.

The remainder of the trail wasn't as steep, although there were some trickier rocky places to negotiate, especially for our half-pint. 

We knew we were close here!



We could see all the way back down to the Discovery Center!

Taking in the view.

Anna and I arrived about 5 minutes before Tim and M&M.



But...

No time to rest. It was just after 6 pm, and we had a lot of kilometers to cover before dark.

We didn't make it. Even though the upper part of the trail was less steep and physically demanding, the rocks and trail condition made it tricky and it took us as long to get down that part as it had climbing up. On top of that, M&M's shoes were too small - she hadn't mentioned it and I hadn't thought to check prior to leaving the house. Walking down meant her toes were slamming into the end of her shoes every step, and it hurt. (I think she's going to lose a couple of toenails as a result.) By 7:15, it was getting really hard to see, and Tim turned his cell phone flashlight on. Unfortunately, the battery died within 10 minutes.

We still had over 2 km to go before we'd be back to the parking lot, and it was the hardest, steepest parts of the trail with lots of crevices running across the path, sharp turns, and small rock steps that were about half M&M's height. Speaking of her, she was terrified of the prospect of animals. 

At about this point, we tried to see if we could phone the park rangers and ask someone to bring us a legit flashlight. That was when we discovered that the paper with the number had been left in the car (but the Kit Kats made it!). Even worse, we had no phone service even though we had been able to make a call just a little bit higher up the mountain. 

Anna took the lead. I held/helped/lifted/carried M&M. Tim held my phone with just the LED light up so that we could see... a tiny bit. And little by little, we worked our way down the mountain, in the dark. Anna sang silly songs (she's good at that). Here's our favorite, sung to the tune of Veggie Tales' "Keep Walking," with slightly modified lyrics. 


Keep walking! Better watch out for that rock!
Keep walking! Will this trail ever stop!
It's plain to see that our brains are very small
To go walking down a mountain in the dark!

Amazingly (God is very gracious to us, often in the midst of our stupidity), my phone was at 57% battery when we started using it. When we finally reached the parking lot and our car, it was at 51%. Before we'd driven the 16 km to exit the park, it had crashed to 35%. We saw and heard no animals. No one was seriously hurt... just a few stubbed toes, M&M's poor toenails, a twisted ankle and very sore muscles.

Lessons learned/a few observations made:
  1. Always bring a flashlight with fresh batteries when you go hiking, regardless.
  2. Matches and a flare gun might not be a bad idea either.
  3. Make sure someone knows what trail you are hiking.
  4. Realistically assess the situation and don't depend on the information of young gals standing behind desks. In other words, use common sense.
  5. All of those Bible verses about blind leading the blind took were much more powerful.
  6. The brightness of an LED light reflected off a white metallic trail marker is astonishing.
  7. Going down can be much more work than going up.
  8. There are strength and security in numbers - I'm so glad we were four and not just one or two.
  9. What was scary to me wasn't necessarily scary to others. M&M was terrified of the prospect of animals. Tim was afraid the battery would die on my phone. I was afraid for our kids back home if we would have had to find a place to stay the night because, without the LED light, it would have been impossible to continue down the mountain without serious injury. Anna was afraid she'd run out of songs to sing.
Perhaps the most striking observation... which, interestingly, was more or less echoed the next day at church in one of our discussion groups: When we are surrounded by profound darkness, even the dimmest of lights has great potential to illuminate, encourage and be even more brightly reflected.

Once we reached the parking lot, we found three tracks shoved under the windshield wipers of our car - a clear reminder that while Quebec may seem a spiritually dark place, God's light is present and is making a difference.



06 June 2014

Five Minute Friday ~ Hands

When I first saw the topic for this FMF, I never, in a million years, dreamed I'd be writing this...

But?... It looks like we're becoming parents, again... 

...to quintuplet of wild turkeys.

There's clearly a back story to this.

A few weeks back, the Saturday of Mother's Day weekend, Tim came walking into the house asking me how we could rig a makeshift incubator. I'm not sure why he thought that might be one of my areas of expertise... I'm not sure I want to know, but that's beside the point.

Earlier that week, one of our kiddos had discovered a mama wild turkey building a nest just back into the treeline behind our house, and since Tim was scheming wild turkey hunts for the Michigan season, all of the bigger girlies were keeping an eye on the nest. I'm wondering if they didn't quite trust their daddy - he was pretty excited about the idea of turkey hunting for the first time in his life.

Then he showed up that Saturday morning, cradling gingerly in his T-shirt a small clutch of five remaining turkey eggs. When he'd checked on the nest that morning, he found a "crime" scene. Feathers scattered everywhere, a few eggs broken and trampled. Only the five he held in his shirt remained. We have a sneaking suspicion that the neighbor's dog who seems to have adopted our family might have been the guilty party. Since the everyone really likes this "wolf dog," they chose not to think about that possibility for any real length of time.

Needless to say, our longing-for-pets-slash-menagerie-sick children were delighted with their daddy's new project.

Tim rounded up an incubator from some friends and now our brood has been waiting, even brooding at times since it seemed to be taking FOREVER, wondering if their dad had rescued those eggs in time or if they'd sat too long in the cold.

We've got our answer.

It is amazing the delight and hope inspired by the sight of many sets of young hands gently cradling, holding brand new life...

...and we wait, 
just a bit breathlessly for the other four to finish their hatching.


 


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12 January 2014

~ celebrating 19 years ~

Nearly a week away, just the two of us...

Taking off in a little white pickup truck and heading north...

Where we visited one of our most favorite cities... 

and undoubtedly one of the most drastically different environments from Niger...

We walked slipped and slid...

We enjoyed the Christmas lights...

We shopped ducked into stores to warm up...

We caught up with friends we've not seen in several years...

We drank hot chocolate at an indoor café...

We ate traditional fare at a super yummy restaurant...

We had lots of time to talk and visit...

Delightful!


Any
guesses?

28 October 2013

31 days... of dinner chez les Wrightlings... KFC {day 28}

 

Sunday was a l000000000000000ng day ~
a good day, but a long one.

On the road by 6:45, off to visit another one of our partnering churches.
Sunday School - Tim and I with the adult class;
Rebekah, Nadia and Anna with the teens and middle schoolers...

...sharing about Niger.
There is a young man, an exchange student from Ghana, attending that church this year.
The girls really enjoyed meeting someone from nearly back home.

Then sharing, testimonies, preaching for Tim in the morning service.

Before, during and after - lots of mingling, visiting with those in the church - listening and answering questions.

Next came a pizza meal with several from the church,
followed by a small meeting with members from their missions committee.

Then it was back in the car and off to Gammie and Gampy's... not to play, though.

Gampy's been sick... all week; 
Gammie has been in SE Missiour/S Illinois helping with Nana and Poppop.

We decided to pop down and help get the house picked up and cleaned.
So we spent all afternoon.

We asked Gampy if he needed anything from the grocery store.
He wanted tuna (and mayo to mix with it), and a treat for his grandkids who'd helped quite a bit around the house - especially the big girls.
(Jonathan kinda hung out with Gampy, watching his new favorite thing - 
AMERICAN FOOTBALL.
His mama is tickled pink!)

Tim ran to the store... and KFC for dinner.
We enjoyed eating with Gampy and cousin Christina,
cleaned up our dinner mess 
(or we would have defeated our stated purpose for stopping by Lansing in the first place),
and hit the road back for Midland.

It was about 9:30 when we got in.
It was a long day.

Favorite quote... or misquote?

"I've got a riddle of life flowing out of me.
Makes the lame to walk and the blind to see..."
(Just who do you think was singing that?)

Actually --- pretty profound if you think about it a bit... kinda... sorta!


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25 October 2013

31 days... of dinner chez les Wrightlings... Toad in the hole and roasted squash ~ seriously! {day 25}


One morning Toad sat in bed.
“I have many things to do,” he said.
“I will write them
all down on a list
so that I can remember them.”
Toad wrote on a piece of paper:
A list of things to do today
Then we wrote:
Wake up
“I have done that,” said Toad,
and he crossed out:
Wake up



I've got a list today, too... even if it isn't written down and

Making Toad in the hole... a traditional British meal... is on it.
Why?

Because not only do my kids love to eat frog legs 
from their favorite Chinese restaurant in Niamey; 
they also
 like love to play with live toads (and frogs)... like seriously...


(Click this link if you'd like to see more pics from many moons ago 
of Wrightlings toad snuggling.)



Their Redcoat Brit friends recently posted on fb about making Toad in the hole.
Had never heard of it, but was intrigued.
I asked... but I also googled and found a recipe.

I figured I had to at least give it a try.
After all, if Gibbo could make it...?

There are no REAL toads in the recipe...
although I had Jonathan, Elsie Mae and Mary Michelle
seriously
worried for several days.

They all liked the dish, just not the butternut squash served on the side.
After all, what's not to like about sausage, Yorkshire pudding and onion gravy?

We also had company for dinner.
Cousin Laura, Aunt Mary, and cousins Olivia and Ada... 
They came by the house, picked up the littles and took them to a local Halloween walk.

You know, one of those things where the kids come home with a lunch bag loaded up with all sorts of sweet and unhealthy things to spoil their dinner and lead to teeth decay?




But my favorite moment came after dinner, while we were sitting around chatting with Cousin Laura.

Anna asked Laura and Tim how they were related.

Laura began explaining that they were cousins - 
Tim's mom was Laura's aunt because Laura's daddy was the little brother of Tim's mom.

Anna kinda had her blank expression... the one that says:
"I understood the words you just said, but I still don't really get it!"

So Laura kept on talking, giving more details - 
she and Tim were born really close to the same time: 
Her mama was just leaving the hospital with her and her twin sister the day Anna's daddy was born. Then there was Cousin Mike, born just a few weeks later. 
Four cousins in about 6 weeks time.
(And it is fun to see them all such good friends as adults, now!)

Then Anna looked back and forth between Tim and Laura several times before wondering aloud,

'"You mean you're actually older than Dad?"

"Yes, by about a week," Laura replied.

"Wow! I thought Daddy was so much older than you. He definitely looks like it!"

I could've fallen off the couch laughing... 
That may have been the first time EVER that Tim has been told he looked like... 

the old one!

And, in case you were wondering?

Toad in the hole was a definite repeat...

"...minus the squash, Mama!" Can you hear Jonathan cry out?


And now, just like waking up and eating breakfast are regulars on the to do lists of both Toad and me...

I think making Toad in the hole will be as well.


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