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Of Rings and Waterfalls and such . . .

After I arrived home again from Japan and before I left on my mission to Chile I was home for approximately one and a half months. During this interim Paul came to visit. We had told my mother that we were going up the Columbia River Gorge to go hiking. On our way we stopped at the Deseret Book Store and he bought me a CTR (Choose The Right) ring. We continued on up the gorge and I took him on my two favorite hikes.

The first hike was on the Washington side of the Columbia to “The Pool of the Winds.” It is not very far, but rather steep, with switchbacks galore as you climb up the side of the mountain. It was July and very hot; greenery and wild flowers peppered the hillside. I wiped the perspiration from my forehead with my arm and continued the ascent up the hill side. The stream came into view and I broke into a grin.

“We’re almost there! Just way until you see this, it is amazing!”

We walked along the stream now, our ascent coming to a gradual end and we saw the water tumbling over the lower water falls and rocks, bouncing and jostling this way and that. He stopped to admire the view and I urged him on knowing the best was still to come. We reached the platform and Paul gasped in amazement. The falling water had chiseled, through time, a vertical tunnel through the hard rock. The falling water formed a pool before the water ran out over the lower falls. We leaned over the railing to peek into the rock alcove and see the pool. We were greeted with a gust of wind whipping around created by the force of the falling water and a blast of mist exploding into our faces.

As the water fell it created a whirlpool and a cyclone of wind beating against the rock walls of the niche. As the mist flew out of the recess the sun caught it, bringing a glittering rainbow into full view as the spray danced merrily through the air. The refreshment from the hot July heat was delightful and my spirit soared with the wind as inexplicable joy filled my core.

The first time Paul ever told me he loved me was on that hike.

After we returned from the Pool of the Winds we crossed the Columbia to the Oregon side and after viewing Multnomah and other magnificent falls began our hike into the Oneonta Gorge. There is a beautiful water fall at the back of the gorge, accessible only by hiking through the stream, perfect on a hot summer day. We plunged into the narrow rock canyon following the stream chiseled between the rock cliffs. The cavern walls appeared to be glowing as the sun lit up the moss and lichen. We skirted boulders and climbed over trees as we waded through the chasm. Trees towered overhead at the top of the sheer rock walls. We waded up to our waists in water at some points shivering with delight as the cool water sucked the breath right out of us. Slowly the canyon widened into a bowl shape with a pool at the end. The water plummeted off the precipice cascading the seventy five feet to earth in sheets. Mist flew around us as we perched on a rock and enjoyed the view and warmed in the sun before our watery trek back to the car.

We arrived home in time for dinner with my parents and sister’s family visiting from Utah. As we ate my mom leaned close and asked, “did you have a nice time?”

“Oh, Mom, it was wonderful! We went looking for rings!” Now, I had my date to leave on my mission looming ahead less than a month away. My mom’s face exploded into sheer glee and enthusiasm and the crumbled as she thought, “oh no, what about the mission?”

I plunged on ahead forcing my laughter down inside of me. “Would you like to see it?”

Mom nodded eagerly, I suppose she figured we would work out the mission thing somehow. I put my left hand down on the table and she looked at me quizzically as there was no ring on the finger. Then I plopped my right hand down on top of my left, my shiny new CTR ring glinting in the light. Mirth ripped out of me bursting forth to freedom from its dark cell as understanding dawned on my mother’s face.

“You brat!” she said lovingly, shaking her head at our joke.


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Weekly Anamnesis #8

I swung myself on my crutches kicking my foot forward waiting for the connection. I planted it firmly into his back side. He turned, both of our French horns hanging at his sides, “You better watch it, I might let you carry it with your teeth!” He teased.
“What? What do you mean? I just have a spastic twitch in my leg!”

“Just like your arm right?”

“Hey, can I help it if you don’t watch where your going and keep walking into my fist? Come on, give a girl a break!”

We had become good friends due to his knowing my roommate 3 years before and being in the French Horn section together. We hadn’t even realized how much time we were starting to spend together. It started when he gave me a ride home after an evening sectional. He came in to hang with my roommates and while I was upstairs he asked which cupboard was mine. I was trying really hard not to ask my parents for extra money and had hit the end of my budget. All that was left was a couple boxes of “Yellow Death” (mac & cheese) and about 5 potatoes (the Idaho staple). He was mortified, but new I’d never except help out right so he got sneaky.

A week later he invited me to eat at the school restaurant, The Viking. But, don’t get the wrong idea here. It was not a date. Never a date. 🙂 He used the excuse that he had too much money on the college food card his parents had purchased him and that he needed to use it up. So we went out and had spaghetti. We ended up talking for over 2 hours. Finding yet another connection. His dad was a native of Oregon and his aunt had a cabin at my favorite beach. We talked for ages about our favorite coastal haunts.

By the time I finally arrived back home to my apartment my roommates were really worried. It was after 9:30 and I never got home later than 6:30 on Tuesday nights. Boy did I get ribbed when they found out who I was with the entire time. They teased and teased.

“Are you kidding? This was not a date! It’d be like dating my brother!” (he and my brother have the same name)

They nodded and I heard some mumbled “yeah rights” among them and big cheesy grins on all their faces. Funny thing was, I had a big cheesy grin on my face too. “You guys are all nuts! I’m going to bed now.” And they busted up laughing. They knew.

Over the next few month we had a number of “non” dates and we started spending a lot of time in the fishbowl (the lobby in the music building). I had figured out what times he was usually there and I would just “happen” to show up. Oh how we laughed when we found out later that he had found out when I was usually there and would just “happen” to show up as well. Neither of us knew we were purposely arranging to see each other. The teasing from my roommates increased with my denials of liking him.

Well as fate would have it his parents came to our last concert and we went out to “JB’s” afterwards. We never thought we flirted. We just teased . . . a lot. We were flinging water and stuffing icecubes down each other’s backs and his parents were laughing and I thought silently thinking, “This girl is completely nuts!” Turns out his parents liked me. His dad was in his room talking with him when he noticed some scantily clad bikini girls on his roommate’s wall.

“Those a distraction son?”

“Nope, don’t even look at them.”

“Well, I know someone who is.”

“She’s dating some one dad.” (I really wasn’t, he just thought I was)

“Tell her to dump him and go for you.”

He did (he was too chicken to do it before his dad told him too). I did. We were married two years later after I returned from my mission in Chile.


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