The idea of traveling to the US in March came to me as early as December. At that point, I figured the chances were slim that I would eventually go. In addition to concerns about our cash flow, remote work for two weeks is not easy to schedule given obligations to attend meetings and participate in work events.
Things changed when the US president announced that he was going to take down USAID, the largest humanitarian and development donor in the world. While our program in Somalia was not heavily impacted directly, indirectly the ripple effects began almost immediately. I won’t go into detail, but one of the impacts on my job was that I would see a dramatic reduction in funds to travel to Mogadishu. From a personal standpoint, the result of spending more time with family is welcome. It also allows me to gain more time in my week without the time-consuming treks to the airport and all that the commute entails, not to mention less exposure to insecurity as the situation in the country becomes more concerning. The downside, of course, is that I get less time with my team, with government counterparts and with other international stakeholders. I am prevented from visiting projects and meeting with people that we serve. It’s frustrating and, I hope, something that will not continue for too long.
In any case, given that I would be unable to travel for work, I returned to the idea of traveling to the US. The Muslim holy month of Ramadan throughout the month of March, was an additional factor. I’ve spent time in Somalia during Ramadan but it’s not ideal given that everyone is fasting and work hours are modified (no lunch break and shorter workdays).
The third motivation for travel was that I recently noticed that my US driver’s license would be expiring within the next couple of months. Having an expired license would be problematic. And there were other reasons as well that I won’t go into.
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Thus, I made the call that I would travel assuming I could find a ticket for a somewhat reasonable price. I went online and, given that it is not a busy travel period, I found a relatively cheap ticket and proceeded to lock in my dates. Though I would continue to work full-time while I was there (waking in the wee hours to overlap with East Africa time), the effort to make the trip was increasingly making sense.
The first week of March, I would be on my way. My flights would take me through Brussels, then Chicago and finally to Boise. During my layover in Brussels, I was reminded of the Belgian culinary delights. It’s possible that there are lots of people who disagree with me, but one thing that stood out during my two years living in the country was the wonderful food, some of which is on offer in the airport.
Kimberly
I landed in Boise late on a Tuesday. The next day, somewhat jet lagged, I would pick up some things at our storage and by late morning my sister and I would be off to spend a few days with my parents.
I wasn’t sure what to expect. When I am there, I try to tackle projects like pruning trees, yardwork, cleaning (ex. like the garage we cleaned last summer). This time of year, there was less to be done. As such, after my 2am-10am workday, I would get a workout in and then spend time with the family. We would participate in on a couple of outings where my parents like to go as a part of their routines. Though not for everyone, I do like these drives. It’s a dose of nostalgia, often taking me back to my youth and to places of significance for our family history. I would probably go crazy if I lived there, but visiting is quite enjoyable.
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the Hagerman Valley |
Boise
By Saturday morning, we would return to Boise. My sister took me straight to the airport where I would pick up a rental car and I could regain some autonomy. I took full advantage, beginning to run errands to take some pressure off the errands I would need to run later. After a couple of quick days in the city, I would head north to New Meadows.
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East Boise and the foothills |
New Meadows
I went to college in northern Idaho for a couple of years and I barely remember driving through the small town of New Meadows. At the time, it was just another small town along the eight-hour or so drive from my parents’ house to my campus in Lewiston. I probably stopped there on a few occasions to refuel or use the restroom (my car was notorious for breaking down on these trips but I don’t remember breaking down there. But I never would have thought that someday I would be a property owner in Meadows Valley. Though I have wanted property in the mountains since I was a kid, this area wasn’t on my radar.
Since then there has been a gradual migration of family to the area and, when I was finally in a position to consider real estate in the mountains a few years ago, this valley made more sense. It’s less expensive than some mountain areas. It’s beautiful. And when I spotted the property we would eventually buy, it seemed to be a rather logical thing to do. Though the completion of the house was not smooth sailing, in retrospect, it was a good decision.
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I would stay at my sister and brother-in-law’s house in a wooded area a few miles from town only about fifteen minutes from the property that we purchased. It’s a gorgeous log home with a driveway that can be tricky to navigate in the winter. With my relatively small rental car, it wasn’t clear whether up to the task. I will say, I’ve always made it up in previous years driving front-wheel drive rental cars, so I was cautiously optimistic. In the end, I didn’t have any problem. Admittedly, I was aided by some sand that they had poured towards the top just before I arrived.
My brother arrived not long after I did. We would settle in for the next several days hanging out, watching college basketball, eating yummy food, cutting wood, skiing, etc. I still need to deal with early bedtimes and early wake up but, given the circumstances, I was happy to be able to get it all done.
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the Intersection |
Wood
One task that was on my list was to attack several slash piles on my property. The piles of wood were created about a decade ago when the previous owner cut down all the trees across the 16-acres of land and milled the wood. It left a barren landscape and piles of leftover scrap wood that are a bit of an eyesore. When talking to people from the area about where my property is, it’s not uncommon to hear, “Ah, that property with the slash piles.”
The felling of those trees was a tragic event. Some of the remaining trunks are over four feet wide. They must have been massive and majestic. The job left for me as current owner is to clean up what remains.
While I was in Boise, I picked up a new chainsaw. I already had a cordless one, hoping that my environmentally sound alternative would be powerful enough to do the job. But after taking a stab at it last summer, it was clear to me that I needed something far more robust.
After a somewhat failed attempt to attack one of the piles on Wednesday, by Friday I was there again. I was out the door relatively early, braving the sub-freezing temperatures. At first it seemed like a ludicrous thing to be doing. We had made a trail through the deep snow just to access the pile. The south side of the stack was accessible but the north side, exposed to less sun, was still covered with a thick layer of snow. Some of the logs were frozen to each other and impossible to move. But as I fired up the saw and began to have some success, I began to feel good about the decision to push on.
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the piles are bigger than they look in the photo |
Very quickly, it became apparent to me how massive these slash piles are. After three hours of cutting and amassing an impressive heap of cut timber, I was less than halfway through the first pile. Some have suggested I just torch the piles. Though it would be much easier, it’s environmentally problematic and wasteful. There is so much fuel in these piles that the fires would be massive, burn for a long time, and benefit no one. Having said that, it is inevitable that I will torch some of it, especially the smaller limbs. I assume that over time it will become clearer to me how much. So the plan for now is to extract a few tons of wood that I will stack behind my shed and provide more firewood than the family will ever need.
Skiing
When I set up the trip, it did cross my mind that by mid-March there still may be an opportunity to go skiing. And yes, it is one of my favorite things to do. But at a time when we are trying to save money, the idea seemed a bit self-indulgent, and I did want to get work done on our property. As it worked out, the weather would dictate where I placed my focus. Not only was snow continuing to fall and creating fantastic ski conditions, it was making my wood cutting plans more complicated. On top of that, my brother would be unable to ski due to an injury and he made his equipment available for me to use. The gods were politely encouraging me to spend some time on the powdery slopes. I accepted their invitation.
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fresh powder |
My sister and brother-in-law are now retired and have spent an enormous amount of time skiing this year. They offered to take me along and I joined them on Thursday and Saturday. On both days, we arrived early and made sure we were among the first to board the chairlift. The reward was untouched fields of powder.
Admittedly, deep powder is a challenging way to start given how seldom I ski. But muscle memory kicked in and before long I was carving my way down the mountain. Though I’m in pretty good shape, I did find that I need to stop from time to time to catch my breath and give my thighs a break. It’s a good workout. But the views were stunning, and it was wonderful just to be on the mountain.
The snow on Saturday was amazing, but the wind picked up by mid-morning and there were blizzard conditions on the top of the mountain. I was planning on returning to Boise in the afternoon, and the lack of visibility was making it easier for me to decide to make my exit. By late morning, we skied to the lodge. I had a quick bite to eat and then headed down the road.
Return to Boise
Once in Boise, it was time to continue running errands and wrapping things up on the trip. Work was less demanding given that it was the weekend which facilitated my ability to spend time with family, squeeze in workouts, do some shopping and make my final trip to the storage.
Overall, I can’t complain. It was a successful trip and a good time with family. Having said that, I was anxious to get back to my wife and daughters, my routines, etc.
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San Francisco on the way back to Kenya (a bit of a detour) |