So the story beginning the summer was HEAT and ending our summer it is the #BCstorm - luckily we weren't affected too badly here in our corner but my dad was without power for a day and my sister and her family for two days. The images of all the trees down everywhere are heartbreaking. Colin did get out and enjoy the rain and the puddles.
Other August stories...
Adam spent his time working at London Drugs, finishing an online Japanese 12 course and figuring out things for UBC. Colin enjoyed hanging out with his friends, going to parkour and to his new favourite sport, Krav Maga. Neil trained and then rode his bike for four days to Portland. By himself. Crazy.
The boys and I joined Neil in Oregon and had some fun adventures. We went white-water river rafting for the first time...the category three rapids down the Clackamas River were amazing. It was beautiful and fun and well, then I went overboard, into the rapids and rocks, and that was a little scary for awhile.
We also hiked part of the Pacific Crest Trail, made even more famous by Cheryl Strayed's book, Wild. It was cool to emerge out of the forest and see the Bridge of the Gods, just like Cheryl did in the book (and movie).
We enjoyed our typical haunts in Portland - Powell's, VooDoo, food trucks and a triple D location. We stayed in the Pearl District this year and loved roaming the neighbourhood and checking out fun restaurants and stores.
We spent a couple days on the coast in Lincoln City. I enjoyed long walks on the beach and watching the changing skyscape from hour to hour.
We also spent some time at Devil's Lake and the boys had fun on the waverunner there.
It was a short trip this year but much needed family time.
Because for most of the summer, I was down a rabbit hole, immersed yet again in what I am calling the PhD dissertation that never ends. I submitted a complete 212 page draft before we left and then tried to "let it go" (ha!) while we were away and just wait. It has to go through committee and through even more higher ups at UBC - it is by no means finished but I am farther along and deeper in than I have ever been. I spent a ridiculous number of hours sequestered away in my writing cave (also known as our dining room).
It was painful looking out to sunny skies and all the fun things I much would have rather have been doing outside. I generally stayed up working til 4 or 5 in the morning, sometimes closer to 6 or 7 and then would sleep til noon. Such a weird cycle to be on but it worked. Am still trying to transition my mind and body back to a regular work and sleep cycle!
And here comes September...always a month full of fresh starts and new stories!