Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Happy Yule 2015!




                                                                                                            December 2015
Dear family and friends,


Where’s Waldo? I mean Mike and Sharman? They are lost somewhere in a kaleidoscope of travel and adventure. 2015 featured Borneo, Laos (the Mekong River) and Vietnam. The foliage picture was taken at 11,000 feet on Mt. Kinabalu, which we climbed with our friend Tom Choate and 200 other hardy tourists. In June we climbed Mt Olympus with our friend Janet: the second photo is overlooking the Blue Glacier at dawn. You can see pics of both climbs at the links in the nav bar for this blog . In July we had two back-to-back family destinations: nephew Booth and his bride Iris Yee’s celebrated and iconic wedding in Golden Gate Park, and a gathering of the full Samoya tribe in Cincinnati to celebrate their parents’ 70th—yes 70th—wedding anniversary. It was the first time in 30 years all nine kids were together, and the first time Sharman met most of them. Very wonderful. Over the summer we day hiked and climbed with our Seattle friends, including a 24 mile crossing of the Enchantments at peak fall color. In August we worked long hours on our trimaran sailboat, culminating in a 12 day trip up to Princess Louisa Inlet in BC. The day we crossed Georgia Strait winds reached 45 knots! (It would have been terrifying had my skipper not been cool and calm as a Coho.) Upcoming in 2016 our ambition is to climb the highest volcano in every country in Central America. After that, sailing to Alaska—the trip that got postponed from 2015. After that, floating the Sheenjek River, which flows from the eastern Brooks Range to Fort Yukon, in our PakCanoe. Whew!



 “Home” is camping in a construction project, our unfinished house barge on the Duwamish River. We have a beautiful tongue and groove cedar ceiling now and unfinished maple plywood walls. Maybe by this time next year we will have a floor, kitchen and bathroom, complete with running water! The neighborhood is a little noisy, as it is directly under the Seatac in-bound flight path and across from Boeing field, but has the assets of central location, friendly residents including blue herons, crows and kingfishers, tides that rise and fall, and vistas of changing water and sky. Shore-side it also has aromas of a
coffee roaster and a marijuana grow and processing operation.
Sharman: I still timeshare back and forth to my house and community life in Anchorage. But my family is geographically divided since Maggie, Javi, Kemani and Mya Rose moved to Federal Way in July, leaving Ricarica, Thomas and Jayden beached in Anchorage. The big news there is that Ricarica and Thomas are expecting a second child, in May. The PNW is even more the family center of gravity now that my father Ted and his wife Rosel--and her two daughters, two sons-in-law, and four grandchildren who just emigrated from Honduras--bought a house in Tacoma. I try to visit them once a week, and sometimes take TR out to the local pool hall for a game. Contrary to my prior forecast, fall quarter I taught again for the Evans School of Public Policy. My dream teaching gig: Behavioral Science and Public Policy! The reading is fascinating and the students are stimulating. It was also the perfect excuse to attend the inaugural conference of the Behavioral Science and Public Policy Association in New York City in June. I still pose as a science journalist. I got one commentary on the conference published online in Governing, and am currently working on a piece for Medscape on the Positive Parenting Program being piloted in pediatrics offices. My next ambition is to write an article for Alaska Airlines magazine on ocean acidification and the Alaska shellfish industry. Very urgent and timely! (A major lesson from behavioral science research: publicly stating my plan will make follow-through more likely.)
 Mike is a man of few words, but reads extensively. He is obsessively devoted to his boat, barge and car projects, even to the point of sometimes skipping hiking invitations, or drawing studio, or real food. He can often be found covered in sawdust, swearing at the flaws in the materials and prior workmanship that frustrate his artistic vision. He spent months shopping for a travel van for our upcoming trip, looking online all over the western US, passing up VW cult busses and Synchros that cost in excess of $62,000, giving up on right-hand drive Delica diesels that have to be more than 25 years old to legally import, and finally settling on a 1999 poptop Eurovan, in burgundy, from Oregon City. Now he is prepping it.
We continue to be devoted to each other. Every day we are grateful. Every day is a wonder. We are posterchildren for happy retirees. We wish each of you much adventure and learning: happy 2016 to all!

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