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Life's Little Stories

Updated on August 21, 2015

Snippits: Short stories about you and your life.

The idea for this lens comes from interacting with my kids. When they were young they loved to hear stories. Unfortunately for them my imagination wasn't all that great. Then I came upon an idea: how about telling them stories about 'the good old days' by 'changing the names' to 'protect the innocent'? I started off with stories about 'Motorcycle Man'. It was a blast, and they loved it. I think they always knew there was some kind of connection but couldn't quite figure it out, until years later. When they did put it together it made the experience of telling and hearing all the more precious.

The idea of my stories has morphed a bit over the years. Some of the change came from family historians looking for details to add to the family tree. At one point I was asked by an aunt for some thoughts about my grandfather. Another influencing factor was reading a book published by one of my Great Uncles kids about the hardships of growing up in difficult times with a really messed up family. It caused me to realize how little I really knew about my own parents. I decided that I wanted something different for my kids and started to scribble some things down. Here you get a glimpse of that process.

As I write this lens introduction those original Motorcycle Man stories have not been captured yet, but I do have some others. I don't think I will putting everything on the web but perhaps enough that it will get your creative juices flowing so that you can share your stories with your kids/grand kids - or anyone else who might listen for that mater. We all have a story to tell....

How do you say 'Ice Cream'?

While stationed in Germany we would often visit an Italian Ice shop after a walk in the nearby park. On one of these visits our friend asked the server: "How do you say 'ice cream'?". All of the nuances threaded through the context made this question rich. Italian ice, American GI, German shop keeper. And more; the look of anticipation on my friends face as he expected to gain favor for taking an interest in the local culture. The hope of adding to his German vocabulary. A missing prepositional phrase, 'in German', and a sharp witted vendor resulted in the priceless answer: 'ice cream'.

Backpacking -- The context

Have you ever had a wonderful idea that didn't quite turn out as planned? I certainly have. While challenging at the time, the events that come out of these thoughts tend to be wrapped in the fondest memories. Here is an account of our first backpacking trip. Doubt it would ever happen this way again....

Backpacking -- The Story, part 1

My wife and I have always enjoyed walking together. Our first Air Force assignment was in Wiesbaden and we would often travel the country side, stopping at places that looked interesting, then head off on foot and explore.  It wasn't long before we picked up our Volksmarching books and begin racking up kilometers on weekends, it was the perfect pretense to go exploring.  Then the kids came and our lives went into baby mode.  Diaper bags and strollers, sleep deprivation and sippy cups. Parents, you know the drill.

Time passes, kids grow, orders come.  We got assigned to Omaha, then Washington D.C.  The kids were growing into little people and we were looking for activities that would create family memories, live life together.  I was still in the Air Force with an income that made meager look excessive so the only real choices had to fit some place between free and next to nothing.  Our love of outdoors and the natural wonder of the Blue Ridge yielded the perfect answer, camping.  

Given this trajectory it was only a matter of time until the idea came. We would get away for a weekend, just the two of us, on a backpacking trip. Like most ideas it took time to germinate, sprout, and grow.  It had to be tended.  We had to decide where exactly we wanted to go, what additional gear we needed, and how far should we should hike.  The possibilities were captivating.

After a great deal of deliberation, talk, map consultation, and gear selection we decided to string together trails that would form a loop passing through Mary's Rock.  Using our three and a half hour 20k Volksmarch hikes as a bench mark we concluded 12k legs would fill six hours and be just right for our first backpacking trip.  This route also made for favorable logistics because there was parking available at the Thorton Gap entrance to Skyline Drive.  

At this point I suppose it's important to acknowledge that the level of excitement surrounding this outing was slightly imbalanced.  While my lovely bride was anticipating getting away for a weekend with her husband, she was not so fond of leaving behind a steamy shower, shampoo, and the hair dryer.  So we hit on a compromise.  We would go for a three day weekend with camping the first night, bed and breakfast the second.  One issue solved.  

Next there was a concern about wildlife.  For some odd reason Brenda got the idea that there were bears in these parts.  Never mind the legend attributing the summit's name to Mary Thorton returning home following a visit to the top carrying a bear cub under each arm.  That was back in the pioneer days after all, now it's civilized, with people and houses nearly everywhere.  Shoot, the Dukes of Hazzard's orange hot rod Dodge Charger is parked at the bottom of the hill in Sperryville, can't get more civilized than that.  In time the objections tapered off, excitement began to build, and the preparations were complete.

Planning done, food purchased, and packs loaded. Nothing left now but take a hike.  We got out the door and to the trail head on time, wonderful start. The sun was shining through an azure sky littered with the occasional puffy cloud meandering eastward.    We put on our packs, walked across the road, and plunged into the forest.  

As we started down the trail Brenda was fiddling with her pack straps attempting to get the perfect fit and what walked across the path not 75 feet in front of us?  A black bear.  I nearly groaned out loud, this can not be.  My mind raced as it lumbered past.  We so close to the car Brenda will call off the hike.  The great time we are going to have together, wiped out.  All that preparation, gone. We'll never get to try this again.  Cringing at the anticipated verbal onslaught and the giant slice of humble pie I was about to eat for arguing against bears I turned and looked over at Brenda.  She continued to tug on the strap, oblivious.  I didn't miss a stride as I thought: humm, she missed an amazing moment, her loss, sure am glad that's past.

Pack adjusted we settled into a trail rhythm.  We were enjoying the mental transition from work-a-day world to the marvels of nature stimulated by the sensory input percolating through our consciousness.  A less traveled track through the forest.  Seeing the spring flowers bursting forth with a riot of color, rising up to fill gaps in the canopy where the sunlight streamed through.  The temperature was warm but not overly.  Hours passed, the terrain was up and down but mostly down so the hike here was relatively easy.  By the time we stopped for a very late lunch we were immersed, reveling in the experience.

Following lunch we started the ascent.  Slow going.  The unaccustomed weight of the packs started to show as our pace dropped.  This was not unexpected, but hard none the less.  Rests were frequent and getting longer.  The sun was sliding out of the sky towards the mountain above us.  We were on the east side so night would come considerably faster than on the flats or a west face.  Fortunately we were very close to our planned stop.  It wasn't much longer before the arm shown on the topographic maps was directly in front of us.  I was counting on it to provide a clear flat area large enough to pitch our tent.  What wasn't obvious from the map was the steepness of the slope leading to the top.

Brenda was pretty well spent by this point and the prospect of climbing the hill with the pack was too much.  Walking up the trail and then attempting to cut back from the right elevation was no more attractive.  I began to second guess the camp site choice.  A look about didn't reduce the doubt but it did confirm we weren't camping here, nothing but angles and points. So, I grabbed her pack and humped it up.  

Have to admit, I nearly fell out.  Two packs at the end of the day on a very steep slope left me huffing and puffing at the top with legs on fire and a pulse beating double time inside my head.  Fortunately it didn't take long to settle, and after a look around it was obvious we hit the jackpot.  A bed of dried leaves on a narrow strip of flat earth like an peninsula jutting into the rocks and trees below.  

We set up camp and started dinner with the faint sound of creek splashing through the boulders near the trails edge below.  Then, as we finished cleaning up, the sun made his exit.  Natures beauty, a healthy dose of exertion, and a good meal in the company of my love.  As near perfect a day as one could imagine.  

Night.  A new moon with a layer of clouds blocking the star light, we couldn't see our hands in front of our faces dark.  Nothing to do but turn in, sleep would not be far way.  That's when it got really interesting.

Backpacking -- The Story, part 2

Brenda shook me awake and I felt the fear in her voice as much as heard it.  What was that?!.  Double punctuation deliberate, but not even close to expressive enough.  It was a hybrid question and demand.  I answered with a groggy 'don't know'.  Then I heard it.  Scream.  Not the hurt kid, fix my boo-boo kind.  The wild, tortured, demented howl kind.  Hollywood horror can't touch this.  Loud and close.  No gun, two smallish knives, not good.  Wait an eternity.  Another scream.  Ok, I do think that's an animal.  Should I feel better about that?  Assess the options.  Thin tent, can't see, four paws full of claws plus teeth or tall tree, two paws of claws required to advance, limited path to my flesh, high ground advantage.  Tree's looking pretty good.

I conveyed the plan to Brenda.  You go up the tree, I'll walk towards it making noise and shining the light to see if it will move on, if not I'll come up behind you.  A clear sense of urgency combined with a short tent door caused her to catch her hair in the zipper.  Tug, twist, another scream, move, small bit of hair remains in zipper.  I get the light going, make lots of noise and am rewarded with unblinking orbs glowing out of the darkness.  It is not going anywhere.  I joined Brenda in the tree.  

After some time it did move on, the adrenaline levels start to drop, and we sheepishly headed back to our tent.  Not for long.  A couple of hours later it was back angrier than ever.  You would think we could have ignored it.  Not so.  That sound ripping through the blackness and rattling around in our heads, over and over, it was completely unnerving.  Back up the tree.  This time it stayed longer.  After half an hour Brenda decided she was not going back down even if it did go away, so we improvised.  I went back down and got boots, sleeping mats, and sleeping bags then brought them up.  Brenda made a perch using a couple of larger branches while I spread my mat across some smaller limbs projecting radially from the trunk below her and lay down.  We listened to it pace in the distance just beyond flashlight range for some time, but at least the screams had stopped.

What followed was surreal. The remaining half a night went on for days. Perhaps it was the oscillation between a dream state and the wakefulness required to stay put.  Falling out of this bed would qualify as a significant life event.  Then there was the bed it self, a few tree branches that would bend down at the ends threatening to drop you if you approach the edge.  As I drifted in and out of sleep I noticed the clouds had dissipated and the stars joined us providing a soft backdrop with just enough luminance to take the edge off.  At about this point sleep overpowered consciousness and it went from star studded velvet to hazy morning light in the next blink.

That first look around presented our next challenge.  Brenda is not a climber and is afraid of heights.  We discovered her climbing ability can be expressed as is a multiple of fear and the inverse of depth perception.  A very scary situation and no visibility last night put her right at the top of the tree.  How to get down?  Fortunately, a little coaching on handholds and lots of coaxing did the trick.  No other options probably helped some too.  

Suffice it to say that a mood had been set.  There would be no lounging around camp and no breakfast this morning, it was time to get out of these woods.  We packed up and headed out.  It didn't take long to realize that completing the hike as planned with little sleep, no breakfast, and the most substantial portion of elevation gain in front of us was not going to work.  It's time for some flexibility and a change of plans.  The highway wasn't too far back so we decided to retrace our steps, drop the packs, then day hike the trail to Mary's Rock for the views.  

About half way up we came to the conclusion that even this was going to be overly ambitions given the circumstances.  When we reached an intersection with the Appalachian Trail we hung a right rather than press upward and went directly back to the car.  We arrived tired and sore.  After a moment savoring those wonderfully padded seats we drove down the mountain to collect our gear.  We picked up our packs, put them in the trunk, and headed back up and over the mountain.

The Bead and Breakfast was a dream.  We got some seriously cross eyed looks when we came in looking (and smelling) like tramps but they gave us a key.  We moaned just a little standing at the base of that long flight of stairs leading up to the room.  Hurt so good.  When we got into the room the first thing we did after dropping the suitcases was draw a bath in the giant Jacuzzi tub.  Heavenly.  After we were cleaned up we went down for dinner.  

We started the meal with a salad and began to recount highlights of the hike.  I casually mentioned that I had changed my mind about bears inhabiting the Blue Ridge.  Why Brenda asked, did you see tracks?  Well, not exactly.  Did you see scat?  No, didn't see any of that.  Well what then, why do you think there are bears up there?  I saw one just as we started out.  MICHAEL!!!, all eyes in the restaurant on us.  Then, in a barely controlled whisper,  I can not believe you didn't tell me....

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      mel-kav 5 years ago

      Great story - but bears climb trees. Poor Brenda!

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      michael kapsner 5 years ago

      @favored: Perhaps one day she will post it :-). I suppose I could do a Brenda page..... Not sure what I think about that, in light of my 'public/private' thoughts (internet lens). I would have to scan them, that was in the pre-historic days before digital cameras.

      Say, which module do you use to show pictures?

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      Fay Favored 5 years ago from USA

      This is what I think... I'd like to hear Brenda's version of the story. Bet she could add a bit to it also. Do a "Brenda's" page. It would be fun. P.S. How about some Germany pics.

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      anonymous 5 years ago

      enjoyed my read tonight, yes indeed, please add more stories to this, I'll check back in later to see if you have anything new. in the meantime, you earned a 'thumbs up' from this avid reader.

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      abbs002 6 years ago

      great likeit pls check my lens

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      Renaissance Woman 6 years ago from Colorado

      I came back for a return visit to give a Squid Angel *blessing* to your lens. I sprinkled the stardust because I believe you are bringing a whole new evolution to Squidoo lenses. You are on to something new and different and I want to encourage you to continue your quest. Congrats!

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      Renaissance Woman 6 years ago from Colorado

      A really great lens. You have a writing gift. I love lenses that make me think well beyond the time spent on the actual lens. Very nicely done!

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      Deb Kingsbury 6 years ago from Flagstaff, Arizona

      I really enjoyed the story about the hike. I love getting out on a trail--any trail--before dawn. Such a special time of day! (I tried to leave a comment just below that story, but, for some reason, I could only type 30 characters. Odd.) At any rate, this is such an enjoyable lens. Thank you for sharing your stories.

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      LadyFlashman 6 years ago from United Kingdom

      Came back to read your new story! I loved it, very atmospheric and I really felt I was climbing up there with you all - what a fantastic place that mountain sounds and a fantastic way to beat the crowds and watch the dawn. Please keep posting stories and I will come back to read more!

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      MelissaInTheSky 6 years ago

      Wonderful idea here! :) Have you ever considered audio storytelling? Maybe a recording added to an image slideshow? Would make a neat youtube video.

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      BeyondRoses 6 years ago

      Love your idea of Life's Little Stories ... I think life itself is just a collage of stories. Your original flavor of homespun story telling is a delight!

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      I-sparkle 6 years ago

      Very interesting and different lens. I liked the idea a lot.

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      rdgubaten lm 6 years ago

      Beautiful lens on a unique topic. It,s entertaining. I liked it.

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      LadyFlashman 6 years ago from United Kingdom

      This is such an original idea and a wonderful story - I loved it! I hope you will do many more of these and keep not only your family entertained but the community of Squidoo too!

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      richnoon 6 years ago

      I thoroughly enjoyed reading your little snippet. It had the flavor of Erma Bombeck and kept me interested until the end. I began envisioning some of my own snippets of stories I'd like to write about.