Monday, March 28, 2011

The Scenic Route

Meeting season in the field of archaeology means a lot of road time for me. (Start the song at the bottom of the post!)

Today's road trip took me on a scenic tour along the eastern front of the Sierra Nevada...part of which I have seen before, but much of which I have never experienced. It was a beautiful trip. Snow-capped peaks overlooking snow-filled valleys. Tall trees surrounding rushing creeks. The sun was bright in a cloudless sky. I love this part of California. The more I explore it, the more I want to be here for a good long while.

Taking the scenic route today was not without adventure, however. Right around the time I tried to cross the Range of Light, I realized I did not have a map, directions, nor had I listened completely to the verbal directions I had been given. Chaos ensued, perhaps a little panic. I broke down and bought myself a map, which helped things did a few helpful and timely text messages and a burrito. I made it to my hotel safe and sound, though I required a glass of wine to help get my arms out of the 10 and 2 position. City driving is scary.

My 11 hours in the car gave me plenty of time to ponder what lessons about life can be learned by taking the scenic route on a road trip. So here they are.

1. Be sure to wear comfortable shoes. Cute ones. But comfortable ones.
2. Bring plenty of snacks. You'll definitely get hungry and if you drink too much coffee before you start, you'll have the shakes. I recommend burritos and licorice. But not for every meal.
3. Have your camera easily accessible. You'll never know when you want to photo document the journey. The bottom of your bag is not usually the best place for it.
4. Point yourself in the direction you'd like to end up, and eventually you'll get there. There's nothing wrong with taking your time...just try not to get lost along the way.
5. It is perfectly okay to ask for directions. Especially from your loved ones. But strangers, such as you might find at a gas station, may not be the best resources.
6. If you don't have a travel partner, that's okay. A well charged iPod and very good music will help.
7. When you get to your final destination, tell the ones who need to know that you love them and thank them for their help and guidance. Then eat cake.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

But will it cost me my first born child?

There are a few moments in my life as a married woman when I should have stopped and said, "Wow! That is a really bad idea."

For the most part, those bad ideas resolved themselves with time. And the obvious.

Except for one that is haunting me right now. It keeps me up at night. Makes my stomach ache. Is giving me a few new strands of gray hair every day.

Readers, heed this word of advice.

Never purchase a car from a family member.

Especially if that family member is your mother-in-law.

It seemed like a good argument. The case was successfully made by the more aggressive of the couple. Sell the Toyota Tacoma 2WD. Buy another car from her. Pay down the loan interest free. Have a new car with 4-Wheel Drive to help us safely get from our new Montana home to the office and back home again from September to April when the streets are covered in ice and snow.

At the time, it really was for the best. I am grateful that we were able to have what we had when we had it. And Mother-in-Law really did help us out a lot in our early years of marriage, when only one of us had a full time job and then later when we were both graduate students and only one of us had constant employment.

You can never predict the future.

But you can predict that such a decision will have consequences.

Unfortunately, in the Great Division of a Shared Life, I had to chose my battles. So I came to California with a U-Haul pulling another trailer full of stuff.

Not a car.

Sister and B-i-L have been very kind in letting me use their extra vehicle and I am eternally grateful. In fact, I get choked up every time I think about how awesome it is that they have done that for me. But the time has come to return that kindness, to spread my wings, face my fears, swallow the bile rising in my throat....

And buy a damn car.

I have to admit that the last few months I have only been passively shopping. Squirreling away some money. Checking Craigslist. Stalking the local car dealerships, but not going in because the salesmen scare me. Calling my dad regularly to talk about how I absolutely must have a "Toyota Tacoma, 4WD with a back seat. Make sure it has an automatic transmission, and if it already has a camper shell on the back, that would be awesome." This is after all, my dream car, so why shouldn't I go for it? The hardest part will be finding it in my price range and with the right number of miles.

But then last week, on my way home from a meeting in Santa Rosa, I paid $4.80 per gallon of gas. Granted, it was in a work car, so it didn't come out of my pocket...but it could have.

Hours upon hours of research and some very insightful brainstorming with a dear friend last week have resulted in 1). Sticker shock, 2). a revised version of my ideal car, and 3). a bigger picture perspective that is making this decision easier...and the same time.

While the Toyota Tacoma is still my dream truck, and I have big plans to drive all over the desert with Ellie, camping in cool places and seeing amazing sights....I also have to keep in mind that the Tacoma (in the flavor I want) on a good day gets about 14 mpg in the city, and 18 mpg on the highway. This is not very economical, given my current location in a somewhat removed part of California. Every where I want to go requires a good deal of highway driving, often followed by some serious dirt road driving. But maybe not extreme 4-wheel drive driving...

And to top it off, about a month ago I made my "List" of things I want to do in the next year. I wrote it out on a very bleak day, when I was discouraged and bitter and could not get out of bed. I hung it on my refrigerator door so that I see it every morning when I make coffee and every evening when I make dinner (or eat ice cream) and remember that I do have some goals and the wherewithal to accomplish them. Number 5 on the list of things (that is actually not in any particular order) is to buy a a town about 80 miles away. I have this idea of living there, and commuting 4 days a week. Math is not my strong suit, but I think that equates to a drive of about 640 miles a week...

There is time to figure out the details, but the point is that I have a "bigger picture" in mind that includes a lot of driving.

Another friend who regularly commutes to her job from rural Montana gave me a great bit of advice: "...Take a deep breath. Have a beer. What is more important right now in your life: roots to grow (house) or wings to fly (car)? You'll work it out, realize it doesn't all have to happen at the same time. Good'll work through it, just maybe not tomorrow ;)."

So with all these things in needs, my wants, my wallet, and of course, the environment....and a looming deadline for getting the loaner car back to Sister...I think a compromise between roots and wings is a good option for right now.

I've decided to focus my efforts on a vehicle that 1). gets good gas mileage, 2). has some clearance to drive down dirt roads, 3). fits all my camping gear plus Ellie in the back of it and 4). maybe doesn't cost me my first born child to get it.

And definitely does not belong to my mother-in-law.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

It just takes some time...

I suppose now is as good a time as any to announce....drum roll please....

I'm running a marathon.

I know you were hoping for something a little more...substantial. Juicy. Scandalous.

But there it is.

I've been putting off telling you about this, readers, because it is a huge commitment I was not sure I was ready to jump into just yet. It is not for the light of heart. It is not for the extremely busy and overworked. It is obviously not for the out of shape.

It is also not for the connoisseur of cereal for dinner.

I, unfortunately, am all of those things. But yet.

This isn't my first rodeo. I've done two half-marathons before...that technically equals one, but every time I say that to someone, it sounds sort of sad and like I am making excuses for not pushing myself a little harder.

Why am I doing this, you ask?

First. I absolutely wanted to run a marathon before my next 29th birthday. It is coming up in 6 months, actually, which means I better get the lead out of my butt.

Second. Running and fitness go hand and hand. Fitness and self esteem, while not always a match, compliment each other. I could use a self esteem boost.

Third. Running makes me go outside, where I can center myself. Shed the stress of the day. Work out my tensions and frustrations. Get away from my cell phone and my computer and breathe some fresh air. Yes, as a field-going archaeologist, that last part happens quite a bit. But I am working on the clock, concentrating on the task at hand, and forgetting to look at the scenery sometimes.

I ran my first half marathon during my last Fall semester of college. I had a summer that was good in many ways, but heartbreaking and scarring in so many others. I put on my shoes one day, hit the pavement, and didn't stop until I crossed two different finish lines. Last Spring, I put my shoes on to help me work through the heartbreak of a relationship ending. I peaked at an 18 mile run one day, the furthest I had ever pushed myself. Running helped me move forward. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually.

I'm putting on my shoes this Spring because I am ready. I am ready to stop being sad. Angry. Wounded. Unfocused. Unbalanced. A half person in danger of sinking into cynicism where hope used to be.

As the song below says...

It just takes some time
Little girl you're in the middle of the ride
Everything, everything will be just fine
Everything, everything will be alright, alright

So here I go.

Slow and steady. But moving forward.