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[botias]

New Thing(s) I Learned:

A crater is deeper than it is wide, and a caldera is wider than it is deep. If you've got a pot to piss in, take it into the damn tent with you. I'm pregnant (Woo!)

I thought I was into camping and hiking. And I am, sort of. I kept wondering at the end of every summer why we had not gone. The answer is that I liked camping and hiking a great deal when I was 8, but something about me has apparently changed in the last 21 years. I probably wouldn't have gone camping at all if we weren't trying to save money. It's kind of like using my bike for trans instead of my car. I love the smell of the wild roses, and flower spunk (obviously I don't have allergies) and warm dirt. I love using my body. I try to appreciate the way it feels to be young and strong and free of pain, and yea, it doth feel good. But riding my bike for errands is less convenient, and I probably wouldn't get around to it if I weren't trying to save gas and reduce my ass. How weird, practicality isn't the sort of thing one expects to enrich one's life.

What a trip. Death, destruction (within the last few thousand years anyway), new life, dental realignment. Very cool geology/volcanology geeking. I walked the rim of a volcano for the first time. Yah! It wasn't a very large volcano (as volcanoes go). "Baby steps," Alan tells me. :) Camped in a caldera, climbed up on an obsidian flow 4 or 5 stories high. Had irrational fears of being attacked by black bears. The Pacific Northwest is just too cool. The Rockies make the Cascades look like the cute little zits that they are, but the Cascades are always spewing out molten rock and stuff, which makes them more interesting to my mind. On the first day of our trip, a huge otter ran out in front of me. I missed it, but it still had two lanes left to cross, and I saw it get struck. One minute it was perfectly whole, the next it was arching in agony in the middle of the road, and then it was gone from sight, but the image was fixed in our memories and haunted the rest of the trip. That's the thing I don't really get about hunting, particularly bird hunting. I would think that a distaste for turning a perfectly good, functioning critter into a bloody mess, would more than decompensate for the excitement of successfully striking it.

It's a little strange to be pregnant again. I mean, lightening can strike anyone once, and be miraculous enough, but to be struck twice! I realize reproduction is one of the most basic human activities, but it seems miraculous to me anyhow. I feel more lucky than I can say to have Alan to have babies with. Blessings, Blessings, Blessings. Welcome little proto-being, you are already loved.

Comments

[elynne.livejournal.com]

Many, many congratulations. :) Poor otter... perhaps a bit of the otter-spirit will attach to the new spirit inside you, and you'll end up with an otter-baby. Look for a fondness for swimming, fish, and scampering. ;)

Yee! That's so neat. Still doesn't make me want kids, but I've found that I enjoy babies-by-proxy. :)

[botias.livejournal.com]

Thanks! :) If he eats raw fish, kills for fun and is an absentee father then I'll know for sure. ;)