Poncho

In looking for photos that would help in my trip east, to find my Mom's roots, I came across a few pictures of the "Bag of Worms," as Dad used to describe Poncho.  I really can't remember much about this horse (how Grandpa Schotts happened to come by it, why he thought I'd want a horse, how long I had it, and what happened to it) but I think the expression in Poncho's eyes says it all!  Date?  I'm thinking the summer of 1972 or 1973.  The field was an empty one, just to the north of the house at the car lot, on Whitehall Rd.

Mr. Boogie Woogie

Mr. Dan Goes to Washington

Some of you may recall last fall that I traveled to Baton Rouge, Louisiana to help out with some research that was being done after the extensive flooding. As a result of those experiences, my classmate Emilie and I ended up coauthoring a poster that was accepted for presentation at the American Psychological Association annual conference in Washington, D.C. So, a couple weekends ago I traveled to Washington, D.C. to present the poster. It was basically summarizing graduate student's experiences from the post-disaster research we had done last fall. The school gives a travel grant to you each year, which I used for this trip. So I basically got a free trip to D.C. Not having been there before, I used to opportunity to travel around the city and enjoy time with friends.






This was taken at the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum. They are hundreds, if not thousands, of the shoes discarded by Jews as they were unknowingly led to their death in the gas chambers. It was by far the most moving part of the entire museum for me. A sea of shoes.



This is my friend Trevor Olson and I. Trevor is a licensed psychologist who received his Psy.D. from Regent University (a similar program to Wheaton's) and was a classmate of my dissertation chair (Dr. Ward Davis). Trevor and I met out at His Mansion Ministries, which he worked at for four years as a counselor. Trevor and I became fast friends out there and spent much time in conversation and cycling the hills together for exercise. It was great to reconnect with Trevor and soak up D.C. with a good friend.



The White House at night.



This was a subway I traveled in that I just thought looked really cool.





Lincoln Memorial at night and again during the day. He's huge.



A favorite painting I found while visiting the National Gallery. I also visited the National Archives and saw the US Constitutions, Declaration of Independence, and Bill of Rights. Pictures weren't allowed in there.




The National Mall, which contains the Capitol at one end and the Lincoln Memorial at the other. Situated between them is the Washington Memorial. The size of this place can't really be emphasized. It takes a long time to traverse it from one end to another. Easily a couple miles long.



Got to get up close to the Capitol. It's pretty impressive in person. It also felt a little bit fake, because when you see it in pictures your whole life its a little surreal to be there right in front of it. Sort of like - "is that really where everything happens?"






Washington Memorial


So anyway, there you go mom (and anyone else that cares to see what I've been up to lately). Congratulations to the newest member of the Barnhart/Ziemelis clan, Noah Martin! This little guy is the true man of the hour!

Taking down a giant

It's hard work taking down a giant...

This car loves my garage

This car was a gift to Daniel for graduating from Wheaton.  However, it keeps coming back to my garage.  Maybe he is mistreating it, or maybe it's the gift that keeps on taking.

Vote for Mike for President!!!!

Vote for Mike for President!

I will not screech at campaign rallies!

I will not have bad hair!

I will not lie about my emails!

I will not say bad things about lots of people!

I will be the strong candidate!

Russia will look at me and flee!

Illegal immigrants will be scared to cross the border!

Everyone will lose weight and shape up from my example!

I will exhale after the election!

disclaimer- this picture was picked as my favorite after googling picture of Mike Barnhart since I didn't have a picture handy.

Remember the old days?

Remember when the barnhartblogspot was the place to go for fun and information?  I do, and sometimes I go back to this spot to see if the charm is still there but it isn't there and so I come back to look less and less.  Once in a while a brave soul will post some interesting item and a couple of family members will chance on it and comment.  But gone are the days when this was the happening place on line.  Our blog spot has been replaced by facebook or whatever is the latest fad I would guess.  The blog spot has gone the way of the drive up rootbeer stand where you sit in your car and a waitress hangs your order tray on your window.  Now people want to go to Internet coffee shops and drink coffee, eat fancy sandwiches, and browse on line.  It's OK, things change, I just want to say goodbye to an old blog spot.  I think this post officially makes me an old man.

Autumn has Arrived

In Houghton, it's not really autumn until the maples start changing color.  Or, the first snow - whichever comes first.  This year it was the maples.

Well this wasn't what I expected...

On Sunday night we had a storm quickly roll through Chicago. Amber is back in Phoenix visiting her family, so I decided to take a video to show her the storm. Pretty quickly the storm turned a lot nastier, with the wind picking up more and more and hail starting to come down. There's a little surprise in the video:

Barnharts Blitz New England; Or, A Trip to Visit Daniel in New Hampshire

Before wrapping up my time working at His Mansion Ministries out in New Hampshire, I connived and begged David, Lisa, and Karl into coming out for a visit. As it played out, they were able to make the trip and we had a really great time. What follows is a "pictograph" experience of our trip, in a nutshell. Friday we hung out in Boston together and Saturday drove out to the coast to see the Atlantic Ocean. 

This was a really good seafood dinner we had. It's important to note that the look on my face is not equivalent to the satisfaction that the meal brought. It was my first lobster, and it was exceptionally good. 

David was inexplicably eating boiled eggs throughout the entirety of the trip. 

USS Constitution, a Revolutionary War warship

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A White St. Patrick's Day

Yesterday it was windblown rain and last night we went to bed with snowflakes in the air.  This morning we awoke to a very white St. Patrick's Day.  And a fair bit of shoveling.  We're not used to this wet heavy snow - especially after loosing most of what we already had.  But is sure looks better than the brown snowbanks.

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Moving day

The machines were eager to move from the old garage to the new shed.

The shed is done!

Shelves have been installed on the back wall, shed is swept out and ready to move into.  All I need is a "Please remove shoes before entering" sign for the door.

The doors are done

Got the doors done today, now I just need to add some shelves and I can start putting stuff in the shed.

A hiking trip in the Olympics

Before I moved back to Minneapolis and grew soft amongst the pleasures of flat terrain, dairy-stuffed cuisine, and cushy desk jobs, I wanted to take a hiking trip in the Olympic Mountains. I yearned to breath the fresh, alpine air. I thirsted to drink from cool, glacier runoff. More than anything, I wanted to test myself against the elements and see whether I was stronger than the mountain. As it turns out, I was not. Though I did live to report the journey, and provide these photographs along the way. So I suppose that's some small victory.

Here's me and my friend Forest at the trailhead. Forest is from Minneapolis, but he travels to Seattle frequently, and we hatched the idea for a hiking trip during one of his visits last winter. This picture is just outside of Deer Park (there's a map at the bottom).

Day 1 was a short descending hike into the river valley, through misty forests.

And here's the Cameron River at the bottom of that valley. We camped next to this river on the first night, at a place called Graywolf Camp.

Day 2 was a long, slow climb along the seven-mile path that runs alongside Cameron Creek. We knew that we were heading toward Grand Pass, which stands at 6,450 feet. We'd started the morning at about 2,000 feet. The new One World Trade Center stands about 1,792 feet tall. Over the course of this day, we'd have to climb that height almost two and a half times.

The hard work wasn't without its rewards, though. As we climbed out of the river valley, we could see across to the forested hillsides and the peaks beyond.

At lunch we took a little detour back down to Cameron Creek so we could refill our water bottles and soak our tired, aching feet.

The views just keep getting better.

And better! Though I'm getting worn out. And we still have our toughest, steepest climb ahead of us.

Around 3 o'clock, we met the junction with the Grand Pass trail and began climbing the difficult switchbacks to the top. My goal was to complete 4 switchback sections and then rest for a few minutes. Then repeat. It was slow, tiring work, but worth it all to get to the top and see this beautiful meadow. We still had to get to the top of the rim, but it didn't feel quite so impossible when we saw this.

Forest made it to the top first.

And here's a panorama of the mountains we could see from the top of Grand Pass.

Once we'd climbed over the pass, we descended pretty quickly toward Gladys and Moose Lake, where we planned to camp for the night. Climbing down is a lot easier than climbing up, and we made it through this rocky terrain in about an hour, which was good because the sun was descending fast.

This is the view from our campsite that night (picture taken the next morning). This is Grand Lake, and a really pretty spot to wake up to the next morning.

The deer thought so too. They were brave and curious, especially the fawns.

Day 3 looked like a lot of this. Trails through rolling hills as we climbed back out of the Grand Creek river valley on our way up to Elk Mountain. The elevation gain this day is only 2,000 feet, though it still felt like a lot of work. That's a marmot on the mound in the center, and they would whistle to one another all over the mountains.

Another panorama as we approached Elk Mountain.

Much of the final climb to the Elk Mountain ridge was through scree fields like this. Once we hit this point in the climb, it felt like easy-going. We're still climbing (I think I took this picture as I looked back on the trail), but the ascent is more gradual.

6,700 feet at last! We took a well-deserved break at this point.

Once we'd reached the ridge, we turned east to follow the trail back to Deer Park. It's hard to see in this picture, but that's Puget Sound in the distance, and then Seattle is hidden behind one of the mountains on the right.

This was our final camp, at Roaring Winds. That night it was a little closer to Whispering Winds, as it wasn't too windy. But a beautiful spot to watch the sunset. Looking north from here I could easily see the Strait of Juan de Fuca, and Canada on the other side.

Day 4 sunrise. This last morning is a pretty easy hike along the ridge, which was good because we were both sore, tired, and worn out at this point.

Just a few miles of following trails that looked like this.

At last! We descended into this forest, and then on the other side climbed up to Deer Park and the miracle of an automobile and paved roads. It had never felt so good to move without having to do any work.

And, finally, a map of the trip. All told, we covered about 27 miles. Started at Deer Park, then down to Graywolf Camp, southwest along Cameron Creek, up and over Grand Pass, down to Grand Lake, back up to Elk Mountain, and then along the ridge as we returned to Deer Park.

All told, it was a great trip. Forest and I had both hiked before, and we thought we might be able to cover 12 to 15 miles in a day. That's not uncommon on flatter terrain, but we quickly realized it was nearly impossible (at least for us) in the mountains. So we scaled our expectations back, and enjoyed the slow progress we were making. Next time I go to the mountains, I think I'll have a better idea what to expect!