Environmental Hazards Adventures

You may have heard of Mt. St. Helens. You know, that mountain that exploded back in 1980?Image

I took a class last fall called “Environmental Hazards of the Pacific Northwest” and as you might imagine, we ended up talking quite a bit about Mt. St. Helens. A couple of my friends took the class with me, so we’ve been planning to make a trip up to the actual mountain for a while now. We wanted to go over Spring Break, but the roads were still closed thanks to a pesky bit of weather called snow (we had to settle for “Danielle’s Excellent Gorge Adventure” instead, but more on that another time).

We finally got ourselves out there last weekend. I was there last two summers ago on fourth of July with my sister, and while I’m sure I probably had to pay for parking, I don’t remember paying to go into the observatory… and even if that was a thing back then I definitely don’t remember paying just to be on the trails, so that was a bit of a shock. We’d driven two hours to get there though, so there wasn’t much point in just turning around, plus I was finally out of the city (something that happens depressingly rarely now that I don’t own a car), so I was going to take full advantage.

I had seen the observatory several times before, so I encouraged my friends to go check that out while I got in the maximum amount of trail miles I could. I went to Harry’s ridge and back in just over two hours – because I ran most of it. It’s roughly an 8 mile out-and-back from the Johnston Ridge Observatory to a view of Spirit Lake and Harry Truman’s grave – the pieces of mountainside that completely buried him and his Spirit Lake Lodge when he refused to leave back in 1980. All-in-all it was a good time despite the extra unexpected fee and the scraped knee I got out of the deal.

On My Summer Job

Working at the Japanese Garden has taught me something important – the company itself that you work for can be just as important (or perhaps more important) than the actual work that you do. I’m just a lowly seasonal operations staffer making barely above minimum wage, but I love the garden and its mission to bring Japanese culture to the United States. I’ve had issues with the idea of a desk-job in the past, but maybe if it were a desk job here it would be ok. Maybe there are other places that I’d like well enough to work at a desk too.

Dang it, why didn’t I choose accounting???//Life works out

I’ve always been proud of the fact that I chose my major based on my actual interests and not because it would make me money, but I’m starting to see where alternative paths could have led me… For example, one of my housemates for the summer is an accounting major. She will be graduating at the same time as me, but with much better job prospects. Right now she’s simply interning – something that in my case would mean working for free (or even paying to work if I want to at least get some college credits out of the deal), but this housemate is getting paid to do things, and I’m super jealous. Apparently the firm she’s at gives you a salary as an intern (but it works out that she’s making $22.50 per hour apparently), plus she’s sent off to conferences where she is paid for travel time and is given $50 just for dinner money. $50!!! I can’t imagine spending that much on food all day. You’re talking here to the girl who figured out how to live on $100 in food money per month (I don’t recommend it though… that much beans and rice, ramen, and potatoes isn’t entirely healthy).

So while miss accounting major is off in a land of salaries and paid travel time and meal stipends, my English/Spanish major got me a summer job in customer service just above minimum wage. Not that I don’t like my job – I really do love it – but I’m making less than half of what accounting majors my age are making, and after changing my mind about grad school and being an English professor, I don’t even know what I’m going to be doing a year from now, much less whether I’d like it better or worse than I’d like accounting.

Knowing that I still do want to be involved in writing however, I am glad that I’m majoring in English. Sure I could have continued reading and writing on my own, but I wouldn’t have had as many opportunities to grow and be challenged in those skills. I could of course have taken electives, but would I have? There are already so many electives that I wish I had time to take… Who knows what I would have picked if English classes were yet another pile of electives to choose from. And if I weren’t a Spanish major, would I have gone to Europe last summer? Maybe I would have been more practical and waited until I had the money to travel all of Europe – get a Eurorail ticket and see way more of Europe. But then maybe I wouldn’t have thought to go WWOOFing to save money. And if I hadn’t have gone WWOOFing I wouldn’t have made the awesome friendships I did or learned so much about Basque culture and language or about sheep. Sure Basque language skills aren’t practical, and knowing how to milk sheep isn’t going to get me super far in the professional world I’m sure, but they were experiences that I wouldn’t change for the world.

In the end, I know I made the right choice. I may not necessarily have hated accounting or hated majoring in something more practical than English like business or engineering, but I know that I fit in well as an English major, and I know that I’ll find something to do that I love. Life has a way of working out, and even though I’m not sure right now how that’ll happen, I’m confident that it will happen.

Back on the Horse

It’s been nearly a year now since I’ve posted here. I’m sure you were just hanging on my every word and haven’t known what to do with yourself when I stopped posting. My excuses are as follows: I created this blog intending it to be a travel blog, so as soon as I was back in the US, why would I keep posting? I didn’t post during my last couple of weeks in Europe either though, and that was because my English was deteriorating the longer I spent speaking nothing but Spanish and Basque… It got incredibly hard to write anything intelligible in English (even in my own personal journal, after about 6 weeks almost everything is in Spanish).

I’ve been back in English Speaking regions for a while now though, so I think it’s safe to subject you to my writing once again, and even though I’m not traveling, I’m not one to sit back and let adventures pass me by. So I’m back on the horse. I can’t promise I’ll write every day (I am after all working full time and have an hour long commute), but I think I could manage once a week.