These family pictures were taken at Westmoreland State Park in 1964. I’m the little guy (I was three).
These family pictures were taken at Westmoreland State Park in 1964. I’m the little guy (I was three).
It’s been a while since I blogged over here. Lately I’ve been putting most of my efforts in the new Heritage Arts blog, but this one’s a little personal, so I’m posting it here.
This weekend I staged a group camping event at Douthat State Park for Heritage Arts. It was rainy weekend, and turnout was low — just me, my youngest daughter Morgan, her fiancé Jack, and their loveable mutt Gobi.
On Saturday we decided to go on a hike. I wanted to show them the old CCC fire cabin at Tuscarora Overlook where, over twenty years ago, my son and I had our infamous rattlesnake encounter. For those of you who haven’t heard it, I’ve recounted the tale at the bottom of this post.
I had no idea we were going to come so close to reenacting it.
It was around 11:30 when we headed out. We expected rain from around 2 PM to 6 PM. The plan was to hike up in an hour, get down by 1:30 PM, and be in camp before the rain started. But it had been two decades since since I made the hike, and I forgot how long and arduous it is. We got the two-thirds point and the rain rolled in early. Morgan is as good a hiker as anybody, but she wasn’t in the mood for a strenuous hike, and wasn’t thrilled about getting both her and the dog soaked to the bone. She encouraged Jack and I to go on without her. She would hike down with Gobi, get warm and dry in the van, have a snack, and read a book.
Jack and I went on. A steady rain rolled in, and we got soaked to the bone the same way my son and I had years before. But we pressed on and made it to the top. Neither the cabin nor the incredible view have changed a bit these last twenty years. I encourage you to make this hike. Here’s the official review from the state park website, and here’s a link to the review at Hiking Upward, complete with topo maps and such.
Douthat State Park has been voted one of America’s ten best state parks. It’s the highest elevation state park in Virginia, which means you can sleep cool at Douthat even in the August doldrums. But when you’re up on the mountain it’s a good idea to keep in mind that when the Steve “the Crocodile Hunter” Irwin wanted to catch rattlesnakes he came to Virginia’s Blue Ridge Mountains. He said, “This is one of the hottest spots I’ve ever been to in the entire world. There’s rattlers everywhere!”
This rainy day picture does no justice to the view from the top. On a clear day you get a breathtaking view.
My son and I have had many outdoor adventures over the years, most of them in the summer. His mother and I split up when he was five, and he’d come out to spend a few weeks with me when school was out. When he got older we expanded our adventures to include other times of the year and places in the world. We’ve hiked Mt. Rokkō, done survival trips in WMAs, and much more.
One of our most memorable adventures was the infamous rattlesnake encounter in the cabin at the top of Tuscarora Overlook at Douthat State Park. Robert was 14 or 15. We got it into your heads that we were going to hike up to the cabin, settle in for the night, eat, play D&D and have a blast.
We set out with our packs in the afternoon. About half-way up the two hour hike, a thunderstorm hit. Lightning cracked, thunder boomed, tree limbs split and fell around us, and our nerves jangled. Soaked to the skin, we made it to the cabin. The wind blew the clouds away and view was spectacular.
In good spirits, we built a fire in the fireplace, stripped down to our underwear, and hung our clothes up to dry. We got dinner made just as the sun started to set. When our clothes were dry, we got dressed and started thinking about gaming. I got up to get another stick to put on the fire and I heard a strange sound.
You don’t need to be an amateur naturalist to recognize that sound. This particular knowledge is in your DNA. I asked my son to shine his flashlight on the woodpile. And when he did, there was the rattlesnake.
“Don’t move,” I said.
“Don’t worry about it,” he replied.
It was about three feet long with a head the size of an egg, and it was not happy. Neither were we. The cabin is small, way too small for two humans and a rattlesnake.
There was a six-foot piece of two-by-four standing in the other corner, not sure where it came from, but I grabbed and began to try and kill the snake. I had never tried to harm any animal in a state park before, nor have I since. Neither have I ever, before or since, wanted to see something die with that much urgency. My heart has hammering in my chest. Robert kept the light on it while I tried to kill it. But the snake found a chink where the wall met the floor and slid in like spilled water on cobbles.
I looked at Robert and he looked at me.
“You wanna sleep in here with him tonight,” I asked, “or do you want to hike down in the dark?”
“I’ll start packing,” he said.
We packed up fast and began the long and dangerous hike down the mountain in the dark. The trail is somewhat rocky in parts and slippery when wet. But at night it’s downright treacherous. We went slowly and carefully, keenly aware that if either of us broke an ankle, the other would have to hike to the ranger station in the dark.
We made it to the campground, pitched our tent, and had a fun night. In the morning we went to the ranger station to let someone know about the rattler in the cabin. I told the kindly ranger our story, and suggested that perhaps a warning should be posted. He made some kind of comment about how folks should always be aware of the “critters on the mountain.”
My son and I turned to go.
“You know,” the ranger said, “even if you had killed it, it’s just as well you hiked down.”
“Why’s that?” I asked.
“Rattlesnakes den in numbers up to a hundred. You might’ve been killing ’em all night.”
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I promised the new brand would drop on 8/7 and here it is:
The non-profit has been renamed Heritage Arts, Inc. And as of today, all of my projects are being run for free under the Heritage Arts banner.
Cabal Fang is now Heritage Self-Defense. The program has been streamlined, improved, and is better than ever! Any and all fitness content that wasn’t martial-arts-relevant has been moved into the new Heritage Fitness program.
Bobcat Martial Arts has been dissolved. The martial arts material has been folded into to the Heritage Self-Defense program, and the outdoor skills material has been spun off into a dedicated nature appreciation and survival program called Heritage Wildwood.
The old temple space has been renamed St. Barachiel Chapel. Starting soon, church services will be broadcast online from the Chapel.
My YouTube channel has been renamed Heritage Arts, I’ll be getting a new “@heritageartsinc.com” email address, this blog will eventually be moved to the Heritage Arts website, and I’m sure there will be more cascading affects that I haven’t even realized yet.
Onward and upward!
Warm-up before training. To avoid injuries, warm-up thoroughly for at at least 8 minutes before you train. Do about 4 minutes each of (a) jogging, jumping rope, or similar activity, and (b) light calisthenics. Martial artists should do 8 minutes of MBF.
Showing Vinny a Drop Duck-under
Changing are coming folks — when Mettle Maker #271 posts Sat. 8/7 the non-profit’s new brand name will drop, and alll my projects (Cabal Fang, St. Barachiel’s, Bobcat, and this blog) will roll up beneath it. Read more here.
Many changes have already rolled out at the martial arts club.
But more are coming:
Keep your eyes pealed!
Changing are coming folks — when Mettle Maker #271 posts Sat. 8/7 the non-profit’s new brand name will drop, and alll my projects (Cabal Fang, St. Barachiel’s, Bobcat, and this blog) will roll up beneath it. Read more here.
Among the changes already in place at the martial arts club:
Check back often — more to come!
Changing are coming folks. Been telling you for several weeks that you should “watch this space!” and get ready. What’s the big announcement?
Well, there’s a clue at the bottom of the page.
What does it mean?
Stay tuned!
Posted in Martial arts, Mysticism
Changing are coming folks — I told you last week, “watch this space!” When Mettle Maker #271 drops on Sat. 8/7 the non-profit’s new brand name will drop, and under it will absorb all my projects (Cabal Fang, St. Barachiel’s, Bobcat, and this blog).
Why this realignment?
Because it makes practical sense to improve efficiency and focus. Each of these projects has had low to moderate success.
The plan is to forge four dull knives into one sharp sword.
But mainly because, as deacon in pursuit of holy orders, I believe that every human activity can be an attempt to usher light into the world, and I should be striving to align my every thought, desire, action and belief with that possibility.
I believe this is the way to do that.
Stay tuned…
Heads up folks — watch this space! When Mettle Maker #271 drops on Sat. 8/7 it will reveal the new brand name for Cabal Fang Temple, Inc.! Once my friends, fellow board-members, and I decide and make the switch, the dominoes start to fall:
Onward and upward!
The plant pictured above is Common Nightshade, a.k.a. Solanum nigrum. Dangerous — do not eat!
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Last week I suggested that you could use self-criticism as a power source. Once we self-analyze and see our faults, we have to admit we messed up. Depending on what kind of faults we uncovered, we’ll have to face the fact that we wasted time, energy, money or effort, that we hurt, damaged, offended, betrayed, etc.
When you change your perspective, you change how you think, act, feel and believe. You become a new person.
It hurts to let our old selves die so that the new self can emerge. What does that mean exactly?
Letting go of old friends, old clothes, old habits, and especially old misguided dreams has a powerful sting.
But there is incredible, transformative power in taking a new direction. Especially if our new direction is inspired by, and draws upon, the the only infinite power source: God.
I’m intimately aware of this because I recently took a hard look at my life, my projects, my hobbies and my goals to insure that all of them are drawing their power from God rather than from what I want, need and desire. Toward that end, you are going to see some changes.
Onward and upward!