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Small moments.

Most of the moments and reasons why I like to travel to trials has nothing to do with the trialing, maybe that is why I don’t miss that end of the field much. It is about all those other moments and meetings that happen around the trial and traveling. Here are a few of them from the last couple of months.

The roads at night have a different life. It is like everyone is moving like zombies but with a purpose to get somewhere, only fueled by diesel and caffeine. At night my life exists between the semi caravans and truck stops. On one of my trips home from Canada my GPS took me on some lonesome roads past the Chief Joseph dam, the lit dam in the middle of all empty darkness that night was like something from LOTR. At the bottom of the hill there is an old 24x7 gas station that have no branding on the building or the pumps. But they sell coffee at 3:00AM, and it is terrible. I stopped at the lookout point parking that was empty of cars but an old man was standing at the edge looking at the dam, drinking the same nasty coffee I did. I tried to stay by myself but the man wanted to talk so I listen. He started to work at the damn when he was 15 and just never moved from town when it was done. He talked about how his life had been devoted to the dam, first building and then maintaining it, but in return the dam had feed his family and kept a roof over their head. The man was retired many years ago but still came up there most every night to look at the dam and remember the time that was. He said now he was mostly walking around waiting to die. It felt special to meet a man from the greatest generation in front of his life work from a time when this country did great things.

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When I was a kid I was into model trains, reading magazines at the local library about famous railroads and engines. On my way up to the sheep river Classic I drove on the Crowsnest Highway, the name alone made me smile. One of the things I saw was the freight trains that crossed the Canadian Rockies, I used to know all about them from the magazines, what engines they have and how long the trip are. I don't care all that much about trains anymore but it was pretty neat to see something that I only read about as a child and probably never thought I would ever see in real life.

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When working at the take out pens sometimes the flock owner stop by to talk to you, maybe to make sure you treat his sheep well. At times they have dogs and then by default we have this connection that is hard to explain if you never have worked a dog on live stock. It is humbling to see an old hard skinned rancher getting all teary eyed when talking about an old dog they had. And to share that with a stranger, because he knows and I know exactly what he feels and talking about, why it is what this is.

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When I picked Merckx up in Lumby some 7 years ago I drove up from Portland and back over night. It was a terrible snow storm at the Coquihalla Highway, maybe some of the worst winter road I been on. Semis were sliding in the ditch and the road was closing behind me as I was making it south. Merckx was a terrible traveler, locked in a crate in the backseat he screamed for 3 hours straight. When I pulled over to brush the snow of my head lights I took him out on a leash. We were sitting in the dark with the snow silently falling around us, Merckx on one end of the leash and me on the other. It was the first time he shut up, the first time he really looked at me. I am sure we were both wondering how this would turn out. This year I happened to stop at the same deserted exit and took the dogs out one at a time on a leash. With Merckx it gave me some time for reflection, at that exact same spot as we did that winter night. Many years later it is still the same dog and still the same me but now both very different. We are about half way on our journey together; it is hard to think about. But he sure has been taking me on a wonderful trip so far. Few things in my life have so fundamentally changed the direction of me as Merckx. And that is where it started, in a snowy dark ditch on a Canadian mountain highway.
At times I shed a tear, not because of sadness but because a connection, a sense of belonging with times past. Like when in the end of a long weekend after feeding and when Merckx put his head on my shoulder, like he is trying to say "I am tired, but today was a good day, thank you". And then I smile. Maybe he really is saying “4 days of hard work and all I get is shitty kibble to eat?” but I choose not to believe that.

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One of the best moments at all trials are when at the end of the last day you let out all the sheep from the holding pens, it is not always as easy as it sounds. Once the single line flow and the sheep buck and jump out in their freedom and the people smiling because the trial is done and all the stress are gone. Those moments from some trials, those 2 minutes are memories I will always look back at with happiness.

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I hope I never stop being spell bound by these small moments in time, I hope life never stops being wonderful.

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nosemovie
Jun. 14th, 2014 01:09 am (UTC)
Life is moments, some seem big, but end up small, and some seem small but end up giant.

That train photo is wonderful. Looks like a painting.
jorbar
Jun. 15th, 2014 02:49 am (UTC)
Funny how it often is the small moments that really matter.
(Anonymous)
Jun. 14th, 2014 01:28 am (UTC)
Moments
Loved this blog Jorgen. Made me a bit teary eyed with a few goose bumps along with a wide smile about Merckx. And, the fact, that I have to scroll up to find out how to spell that damn dog's name!
jorbar
Jun. 15th, 2014 02:48 am (UTC)
Re: Moments
Not naming a dog anything that complicated to spell again.
talesofmyboys
Jun. 14th, 2014 03:43 am (UTC)
I love your stories, they make me laugh and cry, in a good way. Keep sharing them, please!
jorbar
Jun. 15th, 2014 02:47 am (UTC)
Traveling is good to me
(Anonymous)
Jun. 14th, 2014 03:48 pm (UTC)
small moments
There are many moments during turnout that are great. One of them being conversations with new friends and another watching a great young dog doing what she does. Bill Swan
jorbar
Jun. 15th, 2014 02:46 am (UTC)
Re: small moments
New friends with very nice dogs,,,,,those are the great moments.
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