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- May 2011 Olympic Wilderness Area on the Washington Coast
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When my family was much smaller and younger, we lived in a small Pacific Northwest logging community called Quilcene. Now, one might read and so pronounce that name in a plain straightforward fashion like “kwil – seen.” However, like almost all dialects of the English-speakers language, there are hidden sounds only the locals know about. This is a sure fire way to identify outsiders (i.e. “people from not around here”).
The local populace pronounces it “kwila-seen.” It is the shibboleth (or is that sibboleth?) of the local dialect. Fortunately, no one is killed over such a goof. I believe the sound is correct and reflects the American Indian languages of the area (e.g. the Quilayutes). It, after all, also being the name of the local tribe that used to inhabit the area. (The Quil-a-cenes were later absorbed into surrounding tribes, most notably to the south on the Hood Canal in the Skokomish tribe.) Unfortunately, some early English speaker’s attempt to Anglicize the word missed the short “a” and so we are stuck with Quilcene, which is much better than what the original American-European settlers of the area wanted to call it: South Burlap.
Into this small community, my family settled. My oldest son, Gareth, was a new-born. A couple of years later, Cara, our oldest daughter was born at home. Four years after, our youngest daughter, Julian, was born at home there too. The locals quickly educated us on the correct pronunciation of the word. This, along with learning that everybody was related to everybody else, was one of the most important lessons to learn in this small community.
Almost everyone in this community earned their living from the logging industry. Those that didn’t were employed in some seafood related industry. Oyster farms still do a thriving business there to this day. Logging, however, will probably never be what it once was 25 and more years ago. Our neighbor Bob was one of those hard-working loggers.
Bob was known for delivering firewood for many years around the Quilcene, Brinnon, Dabob areas. He made a living doing the hard work of pulling out old trees, cutting them, splitting the cuts, and delivering it. Most people relied upon wood heat to get through the cold, damp winters of Washington State. ”Bob the Woodman” was their main source for good dry wood. Success at that allowed him to branch out into selective logging and clearing lots for people building homes along the curves of the Quilcene and Dabob bays.
Bob was a good neighbor. Our properties joined one another on seven acres of wooded property. Red Cedars and Douglas Fir inhabited most of the property. This made a perfect play ground for my oldest two kids. Of course, as conscientious parents, we were always careful to keep our eyes upon our kids. Our oldest son had a habit of running off and disappearing from our presence. This made us a little more paranoid than normal parents, if there are such things.
Despite our best vigilance, however, our son had a habit of wandering off. This led to his getting into all sorts of mischief even before the age of five. There was the time he showed up two blocks away across Highway 101 in his diaper standing in front of the local gas station. There were the two separate occasions he discovered bald-faced hornets nests. On the first occasion, he poked it with a stick. He and his sister got stung. On the second occasion, having learned from the first one not to poke it with sticks, he threw rocks at the nest. He and his sister got stung.
As you can imagine, his penchant for exploration and getting himself into trouble only expanded as he grew older. This explains his mother’s premature grey, his fathers premature baldness, and the slight twitch in the corner of both our right eyes. Nature or nurture, whatever the cause, gets started awful early. Too early in my book. I think kids should be born educated and ready for the work force. It would eliminate a lot of social problems. Alas, but I’m not the Creator. Good thing too, probably. Giving birth to college kids would be incredibly painful for mothers. And, how would you explain nursing? ”Come here, sweetheart! It’s time for your lunch.” ”Aw, mom! You’re embarrassing me.”
One of the advantages of raising your kids in a rural setting is that they learn so much by just being outdoors. It truly is an amazing experience and opportunity. I feel sorry for kids who grow up in the city and don’t know their way around a good wooded patch of ground. My kids spent countless hours examining nature. They learned a lot.
One time, my wife caught our oldest son, at about three years of age, exploring the biosphere of the upper canopy of the trees about 30 feet off the ground in his rubber boots. He learned that, if he didn’t break his neck carefully descending the tree, his mother would kill him. Another time, I taught my son about heat transference through convection with a steel burn barrel by telling him, “Don’t touch the barrel, it’s really hot”. Then, he immediately tested my hypothesis by touching the barrel and getting a nasty blister on his hand. Then, there was the time I took him to explore the mud flats of Quilcene Bay at low tide. We were having the time of our lives seeing all kinds of tidal land creatures: hermit crabs, worms, clams, snails, and plant life. About two-hundred yards from shore I suddenly realized he was barefoot.
“What happened to your boots?” I demanded to know.
“There way back there,” he pointed.
“Where?”
“Back there,” he kept pointing.
“How did they come off?”
“The mud took them off.”
I picked him up. He still had his socks on but now they were as black as the mud of the bay and hung thick and wet about a foot down from his feet. I held him out away from me as his socks swayed in the wind.
“Come on,” I said. ”Let’s go get your boots. I think we’re done for the day.”
I reached down and pulled off his socks and then tucked him under my arm, carrying him like a sack of potatoes. The extra weight made the mud pull on my boots too. This was as much a father’s education as a son’s.
I looked down at him. He was watching the ground pass underneath us. ”Did you have fun?” I queried.
“Yes,” he replied. ”I like the worms the best.” He turned his head toward me and smiled.
“Of course,” I said and smiled back.
We found his boots stuck in stride just as he had left them. The thought to stop and retrieve them or to put them back on again never seemed to occur to him. I suppose he was too fascinated with the bugs and creatures and keeping up with his dad.
The problem with growing up in a rural setting is that property boundaries can sometimes be fuzzy. Locals know one another and cross each others property almost at will. Those really familiar with each other don’t even bother knocking on one another’s door. They just let themselves in and yell, “Hello!?” That’s country living for you.
This was difficult for my kids to learn also. Our neighbor Bob had all kinds of fun equipment for a young boy to play on. Gareth particularly liked the heavy equipment that would appear from time to time on Bob’s property. He was always amazed at their size and imagined in his little mind what they could do. One of his favorite pieces of Bob’s equipment was a skidder. This is used by loggers to move logs around. However, it doesn’t move anything when it’s batteries are dead because a 4 or 5 year-old boy was playing on it and pushing buttons. It takes a long time to charge a skidder’s batteries back up. Plus, it is not something Bob appreciated discovering when heading for the woods at 4 or 5 in the morning.
Bob had incredible patience with our son. I only heard him yell across our properties a few times, “Gareth!!” By then, Gareth was almost always already home after we discovered that he had wandered off yet once again. This let us know that our son had probably gotten into something.
As a logger, Bob had access to small seedling trees that were used to replant clear-cut areas. Bob had a stretch of property on the opposite away from us that he decided to replant. Good naturedly, Bob invited Gareth along to show him how trees were planted. If they are not planted properly, they will die and the tree and one’s labor will be lost. One must have a proper depth to the hole to make sure and get the full root system in the ground. You don’t want any exposed root area. Then, one covers up the roots. However, the tap root needs to be as straight as possible, so a short, small tug is given on the tree when it is buried to help ensure this.
When investing in the life of the child, I believe it is important to give them, as much as is reasonable possible, exposure to many different things. Who knows what will “take” in their little hearts and minds that causes them to decide to become a mechanic, doctor, nurse, plumber, lawyer, carpenter, or even forester. Who knows the potential within the heart and mind of a child?
At the same time, who truly knows what is going on in those spaces? When Bob returned from the woods the next day, he discovered that my son had pulled out all 100+ trees that he had planted with him. Did they need to be recounted? Did they need an “extra pull” to make sure they were straight? Did they simply need to be removed because their place only appeared to be temporary? We will never know, I suppose. That’s a lesson we’ll never learn.
©Weatherstone/Ron Almberg, Jr. (October, 2011)
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Get any group of people together, no matter their moral platitudes, and there is bound to be conflict. Sometimes this conflict can lead to a heightened crisis that threatens the health of the organization with loss of membership, customers and leadership. If left unmanaged, the conflict-turned-crisis can have lasting, damaging effects: poor self-image, leadership demoralization, a scarred community image, organizational paralysis, and covered up interpersonal wounds.
One would hope that a church community would be better suited and equipped for managing conflict and dealing with crisis. However, my experience has been that this is not true. My work experience in other organizations has been a mixed bag. After all, were all are human no matter where we work.
At the same time, some organizations I have worked in have had a proactive conflict management plan with proactive leaders. Where these leaders have followed the conflict management plan, the conflict was dealt with quickly and decisively with little disruption to the organization. Sometimes the issue was resolved without loss of employees and sometimes it was not. However, everyone knew the steps carried out as well as the outcome and why it was arrived at in that way.
I have yet to find a church organization that deals with conflict so constructively. And I have to ask why? (I am not asserting that one does not exist, I am simply stating that my limited experience has yet to discover one through my encounters or of those friends that have shared their stories of church conflicts and crises with me.) The answer to that question is complicated.
Unfortunately, our public news channels carry too many stories of the failure on the part of church organizations to deal with conflict and crises. This should cause all church leaders, at whatever level, to sit up and take notice that if they do not practice proactive judgment concerning conflict and crisis in their faith community, then the larger surrounding community will for them. This will come out as clearly as exposure in the news media outlets or as subtly as the community staying away – and warning all their friends and relatives to stay away.
So, why do church organizations fail at constructively and proactively handling conflict or crisis? The answer varies…
- Church leaders and their followers tend to spiritualize the conflict. Thus, it is just a matter of all parties concerned praying about it, reading Bible verses about peace keeping, not speaking evil and guarding their tongues. While these are good spiritual disciplines, they do not actually deal with the problem at hand. It is to treat spiritual disciplines as some kind of magic that will make the problem suddenly go away. And if it doesn’t go away? Then the problem is with our spirituality and not that we simply didn’t wisely handle to problem.
- Church leaders and their followers tend to bury the conflict. The attitude is that Christians should not offend others. Broadly taken, this inhibits any confrontation that needs to happen in a healthy organization. Thus, hurt feelings and offenses get covered up in hopes that it will, after awhile, just go away and be forgotten. Sometimes conflict is buried because everyone assumes that it is the pastor’s job or that the way the pastoral leadership is dealing with the conflict (even if it is to avoid dealing with it at all) is the best and only way. This is connected to the idea that Christians should never offend. It also means they do not question leadership actions (or inactions). The unspoken cultural value in these church organizations is that a good Christian doesn’t question the process or its outcomes but trusts that, whatever the result, the church leadership did the right thing (or at least meant to do the right thing).
- Church leaders and their followers tend to misuse The Matthew 18 Principle. The Matthew 18 Principle is taken from The Gospel According to Matthew 18:15 – 19. The idea is that interpersonal conflict should be dealt with on a personal level and only escalated to the leadership level or the larger community level after that has failed. This is a great model for interpersonal conflict and should be used more often. However, it only deals with an interpersonal conflict. What happens when that conflict, as often happens, involves a larger group of the faith community? What should the steps be when the conflict involves a high profile leader? What is the strategy when the conflict is witnessed or known by many individuals? This is where The Matthew 18 Principle does not entirely help us. It is limited in scope and application.
- Church leaders and their followers tend to attack and silence the messengers. Often, in order to deal with the array of opinions, personal judgments, and purveyors of partial truths, church leadership will attempt to shut up or shout down such background noise. This is often done under the guise of “trusting leadership to handle it” and “personal privacy issues” for those involved in the conflict. Both of these are worthy considerations for all concerned. However, they miss the larger need of communicating to all parties who have a vested interest in the process and the outcome. By attempting to attack or silence those who want to give a message to one or both of the parties or to the leadership managing the conflict, the problem is only compounded not alleviated.
Conflict and crisis is always unsettling. It is like experiencing an earthquake. When the whole earth is moving, you just want it to stop and feel solid, un-shaking ground under your feet again. After the earthquake, everyone is talking about it. It becomes a shared experience and also a process to assure each other that everything will be alright. Conflict and crisis in an organization shakes the whole structure. People are going to talk about their experience. They need to talk about their fears, insecurities and reassure each other that they will survive the process and the outcome.
Unfortunately, few churches have a conflict/crisis management strategy that also includes a conflict/crisis management communication strategy. If they do, it most often boils down to this: ”Don’t talk about it. Trust your leadership.” This almost always fails except in cult-like or personality driven faith communities. Since conflict and crisis are a part of the human experience, wise leadership should use the “calm before the storm” to thoughtfully plan a conflict and crisis management strategy.
An often overlooked key to conflict and crisis management is communication. Sometimes only dealing with the parties involved is not sufficient. This is especially true when dealing with high-profile situations or prominent people in a church organization. Often times, it is managed behind the scenes. The next thing the congregation and other church employees know is that certain people are no long around. Without explanation, they are left to create their own stories of the events and outcomes.
Part of a good strategy is managing the story that is being told, especially by the employees and core leaders of the organization. This does not mean twisting the story’s events to make an organization and its leadership look good. It means having an open, honest and truthful explanation of events. The more transparent the communication – even with the admission of stumbles and failures on the part of leadership – the better. Not everyone may like the outcomes, but they at least know the process was open and honest. Most leadership, employees and customers can live with this process.
Another part of a healthy strategy is wisely deciding the scope of communication needed. This involves answering the questions, “Who needs to know?” and “Who does this affect?” Some one likened it to having a group of people standing around when someone spills a bucket of paint. Who got paint on them? They are the ones that need to be addressed and included in the communication even if they are not involved in the process. Ignore them and they will tell the story from their point of view and experience. Include them in the group experience and it becomes larger than just a their own personal story. Now it involves a group experience that involves clean up and recovery from the accident or tragedy.
- Know the triggers or events that call for the plan to be engaged,
- Work the plan,
- Communicate how the plan is working to those who need to know, and
- Identify the stages and outcomes of working the plan, and then, finally,
- Evaluate how the plan worked and what needs to be adjusted to make it work better next time.
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For my 50th birthday this year I decided to return to a favorite Washington backpacking destination of mine – the Wilderness Area of the Olympic National Parks Coast. I invited any who would come with me for a week long excursion from Rialto Beach near LaPush, Washington, to the Ozette River or Ozette Lake. I didn’t have many takers.
I have hiked the Washington Coast area between the Hoh River and the Point of the Arches several times over the years. I was born in Port Angeles, Washington, while my parents were living among the Makah Indians of Neah Bay, Washington. My mother has told me more than once that my umbilical cord was never completely severed from the Peninsula. She may be on to something there.
I have found myself returning to the Washington coastal areas around Queets, Forks, LaPush, Neah Bay, Clallam Bay, Port Angeles, and Sequim during important turning points in my life. For instance, before I got married, I took my two best friends on a hike out to the Point of the Arches and Cape Alava. In the middle of celebrating my 50th birthday on this past hike, I remembered that it was on my 40th birthday that I traversed the same portion of the coast. So, there you have it.
When I lived in North Dakota for five years, it was not the beautiful mountain ranges or the snow topped dormant volcanoes of the Pacific Northwest that I missed. No. It was the ocean. I missed the surf and the smell of salt water. While the North Coast of Lake Superior above Duluth may fool the eyes into thinking for a moment that one is traveling HWY 101 on the Oregon coast, it only takes one breath for a person to realize that the massive expanse of water before them is not salty. It simply cannot replace the ocean even as beautiful as Lake Superior is in the fall season.
Call it a spiritual connection or a mystical one, I occasionally feel a very strong pull toward the beaches and its waves. Even in the cold wet wind, I could spend hours walking a beach or, better yet, searching through tidal pools for their colorful life forms. Perhaps some little old Makah grandma spoke some mystical chant over me as a babe, I don’t know. I only know I love all things about the sea. Even its food.
A key to hiking or backpacking the Washington coast, or any coastal area for that matter, is to coordinate the tide schedule. Get that wrong and a fun trip down the beach and around a headland could become a nightmare. Many an unwary beach comber or day hiker has been caught unawares at how fast a northern tide can come in and how high it can move up the beach. A tidal difference between low and high tide of 6′ – 8′ is nothing.
Throw in a storm surge or an extra high tide and the trouble only exponentiates. I know. I’ve waited out a couple tides on little tiny pieces of a beach or hillside waiting for the tide to recede enough to continue down the beach to my planned camp site. I have only been caught during the day. I cannot imagine what would happen to anyone needing to wait over night or until the next morning.
So, not only is it important to get good low tides to hike up and down the beach, but it is also important to make sure the timing of the tide coincides with when you plan on traveling. Get a tide too early, and get started too late or get up too late, and you will find yourself scrambling to make the tide before it comes all the way in and blocks your route. Get a tide to late in the day and you limit the amount of time you actually have to walk or hike the beach.
The biggest challenges in the tide changes are the headlands. These rocky, sometimes mountainous, stubs of land that stick out into the surf pose an interesting challenge. Should the backpacker or hiker get there at low tide, they may be rounded at ocean level. This often means scurrying over rocks and boulders, navigating seaweed slick rocks, and getting around tidal pools. Take your time and go carefully, and it will be a fun adventure. Hurry and you may slip and fall and injure your pride and tender body parts.
Fortunately, the Park Service has provided ropes and ladders for many of these headlands. This makes getting over the headlands possible at high tide. However, these can be a challenge themselves. The hillsides are often slick with mud and clay. The ropes, while sturdy, are often wet and muddy. So, navigating these ropes and ladders takes some care and a little skill, especially with a backpack.
When many first-timers think “beach hike”, they immediately assume walking long, firm sandy beaches. However, nothing could be farther from reality. The seascape along the Washington coast is forever changing and is very rugged. Prepare to have your feet and legs tested as you trounce through loose sand, bounce along from boulder to boulder, slip and slide on slimy rocks, shimmy along logs, fjord creeks and rivers, and shuffle along gravelly beaches. This is besides the times you must use rope and rope ladders to get over headlands or spend time walking above the beach in the forest. It is nature’s veritable obstacle course for the backpacker and hiker.
The weather itself can be its own challenge. Despite what any weather person on the local cable or TV channels will tell you, it will most certainly be the opposite. Late July, August and September are the only reliable months for some guarantee of drier weather. However, one must always keep in mind that this is the Washington coast after all. It is also the home of North America’s rain forest where precipitation is measured from 110″ – 200″ per year.
The advice that I give to all my fellow travelers is simply this: ”You will get wet at some point.” Whether it is from crossing a stream, stepping in a tide pool, getting caught unexpectedly by a wave or rain, one should simply expect to experience some portion if not all of their body being wet. For this reason, I pack everything I want to remain dry in gallon zip-lock bags. Air mattresses, sleeping bags and larger items are wrapped in garbage bags.
A rain proof backpack cover is helpful. Wearing wool is necessary because it is better to be wet and warm than wet and cold. Finally, a large tarp or plastic sheeting is handy if one does not mind the extra weight to provide cover to get out of the rain or extra shielding for the tent. Most places along the coast a fire can be used to dry out gear. However, on the north part of the coast between Yellow Banks and Cape Alava no fires of any kind are allowed. Just remember to bring fireproof fire starter to build fires with wet wood.
The Park Service requires all backpackers to have hard-sided bear proof containers. This is not so much to keep bears out, though that is important, as it is too confound the raccoons that plague the camp sites near the major trail heads. Personally, I have had more gear and food stolen and ruined by the small critters than the large ones. Seagulls will destroy anything to get at food left where they can eye it. Mice, chipmunks and squirrels have eaten holes through backpacks and knapsacks to get a a goody or power bar. All of this I speak from personal experience. So, put all your food in a hard sided, tight lidded container and hang it!
Proper preparation can make hiking and backpacking the Washington coast an enjoyable experience. It is well worth the hard work and effort to get away from the heavily used trail heads. Get a few miles up or down the beach during the off season and one won’t see a soul for days. The beauty and solitude is refreshing to the soul.
I have often claimed that nature is God’s biggest Cathedral. As much as humankind has spent countless hours and untold riches to build the Creator cathedrals and temples to honor him, none can compare to the natural wonders of the world. I have often said that I feel more close to God in the out-of-doors wild places than I do in the sanctuaries built by human hands. Is it any wonder that humankind had a much more reverent and awe outlook upon the divine when it more closely dwelt in and among nature? Our sterilized and concrete world has only removed us from what inspires the human soul to look up and wonder in awe.
When wandering the wild places of creation, I am often reminded of the old hymn’s words that sang, “…were the whole realm of nature mine, that were an offering too small, love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all.” I think Isaac Watts wrote that in the out of doors. He was not sitting in some darkened office and cloistered away in a cubicle. He was looking upon and considering the expanse of nature in all its beauty and thinking, “There must be a God and he must be bigger than all of this!“
I have found myself on several occasions caught breathless in the beauty of the ocean and seascapes. After a stormy day before and night, when one wakes up to a crystal clear blue sky reflecting off the gently rolling waves along the shore, there is nothing that compares. I remember waking up one night late to step out of my tent because “nature called” only to be captured by the site of nature before me. Hung low on the horizon, like the setting sun before it, rested the moon that created a shining road of light across the hundreds of miles of oceans right up to the beach in front of me. And sprayed in vast array in the sky above and around the moon were sparkling lights of planets and stars in the thousands, if not millions, with the Milky Way gathering them all into an eternal trail of heavenly light.
I stood there for a good 20 minutes in the chilly, cold night air. I sensed something sacred in what I witnessed. Moving too quickly would have seemed as sacrilegious as getting up in the middle of Sunday worship to loudly excuse oneself to leave. I have often said that people move too quickly through nature. Like irreligious folks who just want the songs and sermons to be done so they can go about the more important duties of their life, when it comes to observing and spending time in creation, many people simply scan, sniff and move on. One might as well have a drive-through Eucharist.
One of the advantages of being an aging backpacker is that you are forced to take it slow. When I was younger, I was guilty of just wanting to eat up the miles of trail to get to a destination, which usually had a lake with trout in it. While I took time even then to stop and admire creation, I did not do it with the same intention that I do so today. Perhaps it is the idea that “this backpack trip may be my last one”. My knees are not holding up well. Sleeping on the ground, even with a good backpack mattress, is harsher on my body than it used to be in years gone by.
I would like to think that it is because I simply realize I have the time. I am not in such a hurry. I have learned the great value of pacing myself in whatever I do in life. I have become more observant of my surroundings. I have learned to live in the moment with joy and less anxiety. I have learned to breath. This is more than just a “stop and smell the roses” philosophy of life. It is the idea that revelation and life are all around me if I will only take the time to get out and see it.
I suppose one does not need to go into the wild places of nature to experience this. Some may find it in the middle of the busy city. Others may find it in music or writing. Still others may find it in beautiful deep relationships. Each one of us has a place where we discover “deep calling to deep”. Mine just happens to be on the wild reaches of the wet Washington Coast.
©Weatherstone/Ron Almberg, Jr. (2011)
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10. You absolutely love the movie, “The Ten Commandments“.
9. You look really, really good in yellow.
8. You just went on a low cholesterol diet and didn’t want to waste all those eggs in the fridge.
7. You figure anyHoliday that starts with a “Good Friday” can’t be all bad.
6. You love to bite the heads off chocolate bunnies.
5. It’s a good time to check out your neighborhood church and not be noticed.
4. You have this bunny suit you love to wear, but are too insecure to wear it without a reason.
3. Even though you don’t know what it is, you really like the sound of going to a “Passion Play.”
2. You figured since Jesus went to all THAT trouble to make it to the first Easter, you’d give it a shot.
1. As a Christian you celebrate the resurrection every other day, why not Easter too?
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