Road Trip!

A cross country road trip has always been on my bucket list. Getting on the open road during the summer, camping out, seeing great sights, what’s not to love?

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I mentioned nearly two years ago during a sermon that on our sabbatical we’d do a long trip hitting 10 National Parks (8 US, 2 Canadian), a couple of National Monuments, a State Park or two and some roadside attractions, including a selfie in front of the Jolly the Green Giant statue in Blue Earth, MN. I cannot believe that this trip is upon us! Our camping gear resides safely in the car, the itinerary sits complete, and we have 18 books on CD.

So I have no idea how often I’ll be posting to this blog; it’ll depend a lot on connectivity and wifi in the days ahead. We will be posting photos over on Instagram ( if you are so inclined. I’ll be journaling often, so I will catch you up at some point. Know that I appreciate your prayers.

Shoulding All Over Myself

I subscribe to Outside Magazine. I love the really great writing, the articles about adventures, suggestions on places to visit, tips on living an outdoor life. And the Gear Guide. God knows how much money I spend when I see some new piece of outdoor paraphernalia that’ll make hiking and camping exquisitely finer.

REI Ad. Photo by Phil LaBelle, 2017.

On my recent travels, I tossed the latest couple of issues in my backpack. I hadn’t gotten to them in the run up to my sabbatical, and, with plane flights as well as some extended leisurely afternoons, I dove in to them.

How I’m Finding My Way

Reflections on Four Weeks of a Sabbatical

It’s been 30 days. Or more significantly four Sundays, since we clergy have that day of the week fixed firmly in our minds, our weeks spinning around it as we plan for sermons and liturgies and whatnot. I’ve traveled to New Mexico and Vancouver and New Hampshire and Vermont in that time, and I’ve still got a good three months out ahead of me.

Phil LaBelle, 2017.

I’ve been exploring wilderness spirituality in my reading and thinking. I’ve been journaling. I’ve been sweating more than I have in my entire life as I train. A few pounds have (reluctantly) come off. (What is it with middle aged bodies and their desire to hold on to food indiscretions from the past? Seriously, the Doritos weren’t that good.) Some muscle has been added. I’m told the black circles under my eyes have lessoned. A clergy friend I saw commented on my countenance; my face looked uplifted, she said.

Why We Need Wilderness

A Quotation from Edward Abbey

The mountains comfort me with the promise that if the heat down here becomes less endurable I can escape for at least two days each week to the refuge of the mountains—those islands in the sky surrounded by a sea of desert. The knowledge that refuge is available, when and if needed, makes the silent inferno of the dessert more easily bearable. Mountains complement the desert as desert complements city, as wilderness complements and completes civilization.

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A man could be a lover and defender of the wilderness without ever in his lifetime leaving the boundaries of asphalt, powerlines, and right-angled surfaces. We need wilderness whether or not we ever set foot in it. We need a refuge even though we may never need to go there. I may never in my life get to Alaska, for example, but I am grateful that it’s there. We need the possibility of escape as surely as we need hope; without it the life of the cities would drive all men into crime or drugs or psychoanalysis.”

—Edward Abbey from Desert Solitaire

Though She Be But Little, She Is Fierce

I write this on my first full day at the Trapp Family Lodge in Vermont with Olivia. In the Lily funded grant that we received, I set aside time individually with each member of my family, and Olivia and I settled on this nearby shorter trip for the two of us.

Phil LaBelle, 2017.

(She also gets a trip on our dime to France with Melissa in exchange for Noah and I climbing Kilimanjaro together. See the title of this post.)

Trails in our Lives

A quotation from Robert Moor's On Trails

Trails can be found in virtually ever part of the vast, strange, mercurial, partly tamed, but still shockingly wild world of ours. Throughout the history of life on the Earth, we have created pathways to guide our journeys, transmit messages, refine complexity, and preserve wisdom. At the same time, trails have shaped our bodies, sculpted our landscapes, and transformed our cultures. In the maze of the modern world, the wisdom of trails is as essential as ever, and with the growth of ever-more labyrinthine technological networks, it will only become more so. To deftly navigate this world, we will need to understand how we make trails, and how trails make us.”

Robert Moor from On Trails.

Phil LaBelle, 2017.

The Mountain I Didn’t Climb

I didn’t make it up a mountain yesterday.

Noah reading the map on the top of Mt. Eisenhower. Phil LaBelle, 2017.

Noah and I had gone to Mt. Eisenhower on Saturday, and struggled up the 3.3 miles to that summit. We got a late start, the humidity had spiked, and we both hadn’t slept exceptionally well the day before. But we made it after having to really dig deep and push. We talked about Kilimanjaro and our readiness (or lack thereof), and said we had to show we could do it. We both were pretty wiped at the end of the day.

Our Impact on Nature

While I travelled in Vancouver, I kept running into concerns about the human impact on the environment. Our trip was timed with the President’s announcement that the US would pull out of the Paris Agreement on Climate Change.

One of Emily Carr’s paintings at the Vancouver Art Gallery. Phil LaBelle, 2017.

I do not think that this was an accident. The Holy Spirit has a funny way of opening our eyes to things we have wanted to avert them from.

John Muir on Trees

God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand tempests and floods. But he cannot save them from fools.”

Phil LaBelle, 2017.

“A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.”

“The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.”

From John Muir.

The Reality of Laundry

I decided on the way to the Albuquerque airport to stop and do my laundry so I wouldn’t have to do it in Vancouver. I left Christ in the Desert Monastery a couple of hours before I had initially planned and stopped in Santa Fe. When I could access the internet, I looked up local laundromats and stopped at the closest one—well rated on Yelp, by the way. (I didn’t know such things were rated.)

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I like going to the laundromat, frankly. I like getting all the week’s laundry done in a short time during the summer when I hit the one nearby our cottage on the Cape early in the morning before the crowds descend. This time I went on Memorial Day at about 10am. Still early, but the machines were chugging and tumbling.