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Sunday, April 29, 2012
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Friday, October 15, 2010
What do you do during work to keep your sanity? I honestly feel that if at work you do not venture out of your work tasks and expand your creative thinking you can go insane. I do have some unique time passing projects that I do to make work time more enjoyable. Sure I will send out text messages or doodle or make stick figure movies with note pads. One activity is I do enjoy reading or writing lyrics to my favorite songs (like the Killers, Counting Crow, and Ben Fold just to name a few).
Today I did something different, I composed my bucket list.
Things to do before I die:
1) Run a marathon
2) Be an extra in a movie
3) Throw a grenade
4) Visit Ireland
5) Scuba Dive in the Red Sea
6) Write a book
7) Own my own cabin
8) Ride in a police car (hopefully just as a ride-along)
9) Half-time challenge (one of those guys that do an activity during the half-time of a sporting event to win a prize)
10) Do a backpacking trip that last more than 4 days (Havasupai does not count)
11) Coach a little league Soccer team
12) Have a backyard BBQ patio
13) Learn to play guitar and write a new song
14) Go Hunting
15) Get a black belt in Karate
Was there anything that I left out?
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
After the show my wife Carla ran up to me and presented a young beagle with a soft fur, and was featured on the runway as well, and asked if we could keep him. Now I have developed a heart of stone when it comes to my wife asking for different purchases, however, this was not some arbitrary piece of clothing that I had programmed myself to decline her request. When Carla asked with her puppy dog eyes and I saw this beagles puppy dog eyes longingly look at me I could not utter the word “No”.
I did not answer yes initially and I tried to avoid the confirmation of agreement by trying to find reasons why we could not have another dog. But nothing I said could convince Carla or myself not to keep this dog. I still was not completely willing to take another dog home, so I tried one more thing—I knelt down padded my knee a couple of times and said “Come here Rusty” and he did! That was all that I needed.
Let me tell you about the name Rusty. I must have been in high school when I decided that I wanted to someday name my dog “Rusty” and I decided that when I get my own dog that I would give him that name. So it meant a lot when he responded to that name.
On Rusty’s paper work his name was “Barney” but that name has too much of a big purple dinosaur connotation.
Here is Rusty’s story: he is a four-year-old stray found in Springville. After an extensive search he was taken to the Utah Animal Adoption Center and put up for adoption. We did not know this but he was actually on death-row—scheduled to be put down on September 23 (Carla’s birthday).
So he is a Lifferth now. I was pondering the name “Rusty Fireball Lifferth” from the Herriman Fire, and in reference to my childhood dog “Nicholas Snowball Lifferth.” However, the name Rusty Roger Lifferth has a pleasant sound to it. Rusty Roger Lifferth is here and part of our family.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
I am completely done with Facebook! I deleted my account just a few days ago and I have this sense of freedom back. I had several reasons for wanting to delete my account: Too many unknown “Friends,” the guilty feeling that I got when I declined an event invite, the self absorbed status updates and the list goes on.
The biggest reason I had for deactivating my Facebook account were the studies that show that the average FB user spends an hour every day browsing the status updates. I was terrified when I first heard this statistic—how could I have become a statistic? It did not keep me up at night but the fact that I was part of a social network that was influencing my subconscious through my voluntary submitted “Likes” terrified me.
Here is a fine example: my relationship status was once set as “Single” and I noticed that I was getting ad to “meet local hotties” and “She is searching for you!” Then my status changed to “in a relationship” and I still got the dating services ads my page also displayed flower delivery ads and jeweler ads. The biggie was when I got engaged and my page was flooded with wedding ads from photography to reception halls to a few items that would make me blush.
Okay let’s face it, advertisement is not a bad thing, in fact it has many economical benefits. However, from my experience most of the FB ads are scams or companies using me to advertise their product like I’m a billboard.
There was another problem—my phone had a Facebook application. I could check Facebook anywhere at the store, on the road, when I first wake up, camping and…well…my bathroom breaks lasted a lot longer as well (something about sitting on the toilet would always draw me to that darn app). Side note: I put my scripture app in place of the Facebook app and now it is second nature to click right on my scriptures and start reading almost without me knowing.
So I’ll miss out of the hilarious status updates and I will have to go back to making small talk (my cousin Mark made a great statement that the best thing about Facebook is that it eliminates small talk). I will no longer get to make my voice heard through Facebook however…
Bloggers I’M BACK!!!
P.S. Sorry for the Random Photos but I did have any relevant photos and I thought it would be best to just put in a little visual enjoyment.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
I have made the trip to Coyote gulch four times now. There are several reason why this is one of my favorite backpacking trips. When I was a senior in high school my friends and I chose to go to Coyote Gulch for spring break; it was our first of many trips. It’s was a very memorable trip, first of all I had to quit my job at Maddox restaurant just to go; on top of that several things did not go as planned, despite our extensive planning:
1) On our way down we missed our exit and had to do a U-turn on the free way to avoid what would have been a major detour and delay.
2) The cooler we packet with our sandwich items and drinks was void of the lunch meats; they were packet continently in the refrigerator at my parents.
3) On the first day of the hike we took a wrong turn and hiked three miles up the wrong canyon.
4) I carried the first aid kit. We ended up not needing it, but my packing job was not very methodical and the first aid kit rubbed against my back the whole time creating a big bruise. I should have been smart enough to rearrange it, but I was more focused on moving forward.
5) There is 100-ft rock slab that slopes at 45 degree angle that is an exit out of the gulch. As we took this climb out my friend Jordan started sliding right down towards me. I panicked and said a really quick prayer sound something like “Shoot, Heavenly Father help.” Just as I braced for impact and could feel my heart pounding in my chest Jordan came to a slow stop just two feet in front of me.
6) The last two miles of the hike was hard on everyone since we were all out of water and hiking through the desert in the hot sun.
7) We had two vehicles: one parked at the beginning and end of the hike. At the end of the hike Darrin drove Steve to get his van. As we waited we all got in a furious rage as we saw only one car returning. Luckily it was only to get the keys.
8) The final insult came as we were driving out on the washboard road. About half-way through this road the back windshield on Darrin’s’ trailblazer rattled off. This took all our combine ingenuity to rig a tension rope configuration to secure it back on.
That trip was nine years ago. Since then I have learned that it is impossible to be prepared for the all the snags that can hinder the trip. However, planning for these trips have become more proficient—before it took a lot of meetings, this time it just took a few phone calls and an email. Also, I have learned you must keep going despite any snags along the way.
This time was a great trip. It was just Nate Clark and me. We drove down on Friday, May 15, in the morning and we drove straight there. We stopped a couple of time to take pictures of Escalante National Park and we also stopped in the town of Escalante to eat at one of the best burger joints.
There is a 40 mile wash-board road that leads to the beginning of the hike. We were stopped momentarily when we came to a part in the road where it the sand looked like the consistency of a sand trap and there was one vehicle that was actually stuck. We waited a few minutes and witnessed the car getting towed out by an old hippy wearing only cut-offs and driving an old Toyota truck with a bumper sticker that said “Kill your TV”.
It is tradition now to take the same “wrong turn,” as in the first time I took the trail with my friends, towards Steven’s arch. The camping spots that way are secluded from others backpackers. Less than a mile from my favorite camping spot the water got too deep and too challenging to hike to. At one point my shoes got stuck in the mud and I had to dive in to dig them out. We did find a great camping spot though—well after bush-whacking through thick ferns that lined the canyon walls.
That night, after I took a refreshing bath in the river to wash off all the black mud, we set up camp and fixed our backpacking meals; once again a gourmet meal miles away from any civilization. My pasta primavera, even by backpacking standards, was bland and brittle but it was nourishing. On the other hand, the freeze dried Neapolitan ice cream was as satisfying and delicious! I have also discovered another great snack to take backpacking—Starburst, they are delicious, provide energy and they do not melt too easily.
The night was hot; it didn’t cool down until about 4 AM, That’s about the time that Nate took this spectacular photo just outside our tent door.
For those who aren’t acquainted with Nate let me fill you in. Nate is the outdoors guru; I use to think that I was a lover and protector of the outdoors till I would go on these excursions with Nate. On one camping trip, before we left, he dragged all of us to another camping spot, pulled out a trash bag and got us all to clean up the area. This trip was no different; he would make several stops to either take a photo of nature of pick up trash. At one point I saw him veer off into some vegetation and pull out a white rapper and with a spark of humor stat: “I declare this tampon wrapper property of Nate Clark.” He even provided for me something called a “wag bag,” a wag bag is used for the use and carrying of human waste. He taught me that the sandy-desert areas are not proper places to leave your waste because it doesn’t decompose as easily.
Nate’s fidelity to outdoors saved the trip. Less than 20 minutes into the hike Saturday morning, as we were scrambling over some rocks, a boulder rolled off one rock and over Nate’s right pinky toe—dislocating it. The trip was over; well that’s what Nate said. Honestly I was in disbelief, Coyote Gulch is not a destination it is a journey, and we haven’t even begun. We decided to hike to the closest exit point and then decide whether to leave Coyote Gulch or to keep on moving. We weren’t very far from this point (the “wrong turn”) and when we got there Nate said, profoundly, that his toe is going to hurt one way or the other—so we started the journey.
The first feature we saw was what I like to call the shower. The water is very refreshing with the chill that is much different from the warm water we were use to hiking through.
The first arch that we saw, besides Steven’s Arch, was Cliff Arch. Cliff Arch is different from the other arches in that it can be walked by and not even noticed without a keen awareness. It also unique in that it hangs on the side of a cliff as if it is a waterfall that has been petrified.
Coyote Natural Bridge is placed as if the apex of the hike. The placement of it suggests that an architect had designed it to be the only chance of making it through the gulch, like the walls closing in and before all hope is lost a passage way is offered. The bridge is a sound edifice and it is an inspiring monument to behold.
Pass the bridge there is natural spring offering sweet and refreshing water—to an almost certainly dry Camelbak.
Just above the spring is most certainly one of the most spectacular arches that must be seen in person—Jacob Hamblin’s Arch. The structure of it suggests that it is firm, immovable and willing to withstand the test of time. It is not a big arch, as far as Utah arches go, but the massive rock above it is probably the thickest around.
The last part of the hike is 100-ft climb out of on the 45 degree sandstone. It had been awhile since I attempted the climb, and I had underestimated the intensity of it. This part requires some knowledge of rock climbing and strong nerves. This time was tricky, there were several times were I really thought I was not going to make it. Fortunately Nate had thirty feet of rope and a vast knowledge of canyoneering and he was able to hoist my pack up with ease.
Once we got out it was about a 2.3 mile hike back to our vehicle. Since we only brought one car we could not do the shuttle system. This part of the hike was not bad; the sun was lowering in the sky creating an orange glow in atmosphere. Nate and I had a competition here to see if his compass system was more accurate to my GPS; results: compass was more accurate. We did have to step lightly around holes that could be current snake holes, we had to jump a chain-link fence and Nate made sure that I did not step on any cryptobiotic soil.
The car greeted us with some ice cold drinks and a few snacks. We drove home through the night. I finally got home at 5 AM and I was disappointed to find out that I was locked out and I had to sleep in my car.
Coyote Gulch was once again a great trip. The same spot and route but as always I have new stories and that internal feeling of satisfaction and rebirth.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Fortunately, the ski season does not have to start after Christmas. I went up today, and it was beautiful.