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30 Knots, Gusting to 60-Spot On!

It was an event even getting to this location last night.  I knew the winds were against me and I wasn’t going anywhere today. I hoped I might be able to catch up with my blog or luxury of luxuries read. It was not to be! The day was spent watching the weather increase in velocity, and determining countermeasures to keep my gear intact. TIME TO MOVE THE TENT 30 KNOTS GUSTING TO 60

Escape from Security

Submitted by Teresa Diehl on 15 September 2015 – 10:43am “Ma’am, would you like the privacy of a room, or would you like me to check you here?”  You’re not getting me into any room, Babe, I thought to myself, but I politely said, “Check me here, I don’t have time to waste.” Honest to Pete, she felt me up, looked me straight in the eye and said, “Sometimes it’s just the way you stand or the crease in your jeans,” and smiled. It was the only smile I got throughout all of TSA (Totally Stupid …Okay I’ll keep it family friendly.) I shook my head and walked away. What a way to get your jollies. No wonder that guard was so pissed off about being demoted! I am SO flying out of Oakland FROM NOW ON! I redressed, headed to my boarding gate, and just laughed. See, no hard feelings, I have got a Straight to paddle!                                                 

Security Trouble

Submitted by Teresa on 13 September 2015 – 3:18pm   I kid you not! My jaw absolutely dropped! The male guard turned his monitor around to show me and the female guard approached. I was so mad, I almost pulled my pants down right there. How are they going to check this?      The only thing metal on me was my pants button and my watch. Neither showed up on the scan, but a big yellow spot showed up on my crotch and slightly down my left leg! It looked like I peed on myself! I would have fallen down laughing at the picture if the situation wasn’t so serious. How were they going to check this? What on earth set it off?

Airport Security on way to Florida

Submitted by Teresa Diehl on 11 September 2015 – 7:51am On to security. What a goat rope, literally. It was like Disneyland, back and forth through the ropes, but NOBODY smiled. I asked if we had to take our shoes off. The guard tersely said,  “Yes.” “We don’t have to take our shoes off in Australia,” I replied smiling. He looked at me and said nothing. “You don’t care, do you?” “Nope,” he said as blandly as he possibly could. I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing. That guy takes his job way too seriously. He was probably demoted to Check Boarding Pass and Passenger ID from monitoring the scanner and playing with the gadgets…and did they have gadgets galore! Problem was they were broken! My 10 inch by 3 inch diameter stainless steel thermos of coffee made it though, but my body scan showed I had something in my crotch.

SAN FRANCISCO TO MIAMI-THE ADVENTURE BEGINS!

Submitted by Teresa Diehl on 29 August 2015 – 2:42pm My Mom and I were talking as I was checking-in online when, Whoops! We just passed the airport.  Were we early, ha, ha, ha, NOT! Well, no use panicking when getting lost in San Francisco and late for a flight. I whipped out my handy, dandy Waze on the mobile phone and presto, fixo, we are zig-zagging our way back toSan Francisco International Airport.  All the lights were red. No worries, more visiting time with my favourite Mom!  We really did get to go the back way to SFO.  We arrived twenty minutes prior to boarding. Plenty of time, well sort of.   I grabbed my bags and searched for Check In.  EVERYTHING was automated and there was no arguing that I had already paid for my checked bag. Even if there were someone there, I did not have time.  However, there was someone to ask me to please take my one and a half pounds out of my checked bag! Really? One and a half pounds, really? Two-thirds of a kilo, seriously? I took two bags of my sister’s absolutely awesome home-made beef jerky. No doubt I am making it across the Florida Straight with that fuel in me!  She is so clever, she sealed it all up and made her own label-Paddler’s Pick, of course.  She even included the Nutrition Facts to make sure there was no problem arriving in Florida. It even has a bar code, pretty slick, eh? Notice the cut out for hanging it on the rack display.  I’ll tell you what, I am glad she’s with me and not against me! Check it out! My sister is the BEST in the whole wide world! Two-thirds of a kilo, COME ON!! Alright, get over it. On to security…

Chilka River, Alaska: Guest writer lil’ sis’ Tiff

Submitted by Teresa Diehl on 23 August 2015 – 4:19pm Hi, I’m Tiffany, Teresa’s Younger sister. I asked her if I could share my experiences in Haines, Alaska. I’m not used to blogging so be forgiving…please.     As Teresa climbed a mountain, Mom and I took a bus to a local Native Alaskan reservation.    We stopped in the little village of Klukwan. First we saw the traditional preparation of Salmon during the spawning season. This is traditionally when they build their…   …stores of food for the winter. We were sure to capture how they filleted the salmon so Teresa could learn from their ancient ways. They would slice a chunk at the base of the tail to be an anchor the thumb could hold.    They then could easily slice the fins off and quickly gut the fish.       They made exacting cuts to create fabulous fillets and maximizing the usable parts of the fish.       They would lay the fillets in a smoking house so that the meat would stay edible throughout the winter. Next we visited the carving building. They demonstrated how they would make the tools and then use them to hack out carvings from wood.           Next we enjoyed authentic Native Alaskan storytelling and dancing. The stage told the story of a tribe that had a wealth of supplies for winter. While they were away for a multi-tribal meeting some men came upon their stash. They took all the food and other supplies and traveled down the river thinking they were set for the winter. Only, the supplies disappeared. When the tribe returned, the stores were all in place. So this group used the story of ancestors as the backdrop to their ceremonial stage.    Next, they told of this totem which is the story of how their tribe came to be. The best hunter had been kicked out of the tribe for an adulterous affair with the chief’s wife. So he took his three son’s thus taking the 4 best hunters of the tribe. They all split up to find the best land to build their new tribe.  Ultimately, the location we sat was decided upon since it was so close to the salmon spawning, good hunting, and defendable location.           The tribe thanked us for visiting since our interest funded their revival of their culture which had been repressed until recently.       During lunch my mother and I sat with the female leader. I told her of the similarities their practices had with the ancient and current Norwegians. She showed interest so I told her that I had made a movie about the Norwegians in a film called “The History of the Arctic Cod”. She asked my name, but I had to admit that I had no byline even though I was the producer, writer, and editor. I also told her of Teresa’s plans to travel around Australia which intrigued her, and I handed her Teresa’s a card. We left the tribe by inflatable raft down the river. The guide told us that the water we were on hand only melted about 8 hours previously from a glacier. The brown color of the water was from the minerals trapped in the glacier. Unfortunately, this also hid the salmon coming to spawn up the river. Thousands of fish swam below us and we couldn’t see a one. As we traveled down, we could see the remains of the land once inhabited by a Native Alaskan tribe. The last photo had been taken in 1850. Shortly thereafter, a landslide completely covered the village leaving no servivors. As you can see in the photo, the damage to the area has never recovered.     As we floated down the river we spotted many bald eagles. Many were on the shore waiting for fish blinded by the brown water to swim right onto the land where the eagles waited for the easy meal. We even saw young eagles who had not changed from the camouflaged mottled brown. We could spot the eagles by tiny white spots in the top of the trees.        As we cruised down the waterway, many fallen trees were trapped in the river. The river ran so fast that it wore away the dirt under the trees at the edge of the river. One tree decided to dislodge just as we were floating by. We all held our breath to see if we could get out of the way of the tree before it slammed into our now fragile looking boat. We safely landed by the bus and enjoyed hot drinks with cookies. Now that was quite a day. By: Guest Writer Tiffany Diehl

VICTORIA, CANADA

Submitted by Teresa Diehl on 20 August 2015 – 6:05am Victoria, Canada is a beautiful city with historic grandeur. My mother and I stand in front of the massive legislative building for the Capital City of British Columbia.      On the lawn of the legislative building is a gorgeous totem pole called the Knowledge Totem from the native tribes. My sister pleaded to…          …go on a carriage ride through the park. She and my mother had driven carriages in Old Sacramento. The park was designed to keep 25% of the land natural as a preserve for native wildlife. The drought left a dry natural landscape while the rest of the park was filled with families enjoying the pretty green parts of the park. Not surprisingly, my sister had to show love and appreciation for the fine animal who took us around the park.     We appreciated viewing The Empress, a world famous hotel, which features turn of the century architecture. We enjoyed Victoria so much that we had to run back to catch our ride and got there just in time.     add new comment

SUMMITTING MOUNT RILEY, HAINES, ALASKA

Submitted by Teresa Diehl on 17 August 2015 – 1:36pm Upon arriving in Haines, Alaska, I searched out a local information booth. I asked for a hiking map. My sister piped in, “What is the hardest and longest trail?” The man raised his eyebrows and asked if I was a hiker. Tiffany and I laughed. Tiffany and our mom chose an easier route floating down a river while I set out to climb Mount Riley. I found this interesting marker. Summited Mount Riley As I had hoped, the view was spectacular. On the trail back, I saved a juvenile Varied Thrush and took it to the Eagle Sanctuary.   I saw a local and asked directions and she was very pleased to see what I was doing and said I had restored her faith in humanity.  Unfortunately, the Sanctuary called me the next day and let me know the Thrush had a broken leg and did not survive the night.   I asked if it was at least used to feed the Eagles, but the lady said they cannot feedwild animals to the Eagles in the sanctuary in case they have any disease or parasites which are likely what it died from. It was a good day of Alaska beauty, exercise, and philanthropy.

Juneau, Alaska

Submitted by Teresa Diehl on 15 August 2015 – 3:07am Thanks to my grandmother and mom for funding the flight to California and trip to Alaska, I finally met my lifelong dream of seeing Juneau, Alaska where my mother was born.     First thing to do arriving in Juneau was to climb up to the city to find the home where my mother came home from the hospital. Much had changed, but it still was her home 71 years ago. Shortly after, we went looking for the hospital where she was born. This was not as easy as it sounds. There was no listing for the building. Fortunately, we ran into a very nice man who explained that the building had been converted to Assisted Living and then turned into an office building. The man walked us to the building and took this picture of my mom, sister and I. Turned out he was an assembly member. My sister told him that if she ever moved to Alaska she would be sure to vote for him. His name is Kiehl which we had a good laugh over since we are Diehl. Just my luck….travel around the whole world and the governor’s mansion is under renovation. Covered in plastic, the beautiful building was quite a letdown.       I wanted to be sure to get a shot of the US and Alaska flags flying side by side. Unfortunately, instead of a beautiful façade…we have plastic.                 Of course, no visit to Juneau would be complete without a visit to the world famous Red Dog Saloon.               It is as crazy as I had heard…wood shavings covered the floor and every inch of wall and ceiling was covered in “personality” including a poor soul being chased up a post by a bear.       Turns out that cruising in the middle of the Pacific is not a good location to post a blog. This is something to keep in mind. Fortunately, kayaking in Australia, I will go to shore each night so I can write my blog more regularly, keeping you up to date about my adventures. Now that I am back in California, I can fill you in on my adventures in Alaska.

DEDICATION TO GRANDPA

Submitted by Teresa Diehl on 16 July 2015 – 1:08am I dedicate this expedition to my Grandfather.  His unconditional love and unwavering support of me shaped me as a child and created the belief in myself, determination and commitment necessary to execute this endeavour.  It is my hope that I will be able to create this type of support in the communities I visit such that the children are empowered and supported to achieve any goal they set for themselves. The students may create tremendous goals in the learning sessions I conduct with them, but without parental and community support, their success is greatly diminished. My goal for this journey is to empower every person I encounter with the knowledge, skills, resources available, and desire to create a better life for themselves, family, and positively impact their community. I view myself as a facilitator.  I cannot come into a community and know their specific needs.  I can only ask questions, listen, provide a different perspective, guide goal setting and skills for execution, and educate the community about available resources. The action necessary for success lies within the individuals of the community.  When we throw off the chains of the past, no matter how horrific, and take responsibility for our own lives, the seeds of change can take root.  Perhaps it will be slow, like the gradual formation of the landscape of Australia over the millennia.  Perhaps it will happen within the lifetime of the students of the community.  It simply needs to start and form in ways even the community may have never dreamed. ANYTHING is possible through love, determination, commitment and ACTION.  I know that through experience.  It is the way I choose to live my life. THANK YOU, GRANDPA. e GEORGE ANDREW BAKER 1920-2009  

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