September 24, 2011
Making Up for Lost Time
August 22, 2011
Can I Get an Address?
Usually when I take a new job housing is somehow automatically attached. Whether campus housing temporarily or living on the facility, I have never really had to worry about finding a place to live. Well, this time it was different. I was on my own.
Or so I thought…..

My journey to Durham was not exactly a direct route. I wasn’t due to start my job until the 15th so I had a couple of weeks to live a bit of the nomad life. The journey started from Tennessee to Raleigh (thanks to Ginger for letting me store my car at her place). From Raleigh to Durham to catch a bus to DC. After a ride on the Metro, Laura’s house was the second destination.
This pit stop at the Messerly house was full of highlights, as many visitors inhabited the house from all of over the world. With a trip to DC and across the Bay Bridge to Annapolis, the following week took Laura and I to the Marsh. With the opportunity to earn a little extra money, the Marsh needed some counselors to help with the Day Camp. So for a week, I was known as Chief Heather and got to spend everyday playing in a pool with kids and more!
Let’s pause for a moment. Now remember during all of this I am without a home…a place of residence… an address. Thanks to the wonders of the Internet, I was looking for places and making inquiries. When I returned, I had two places lined up to look at.
The Saturday before I was to start my job arrived. In transit back to Durham on the bus, we had some problems. We hit traffic and were going to arrive hours late to Durham. Thankfully I left my spare car key with Ginger. She was kind enough to drop my car off at the bus station. Because of the delay, I had to reschedule my viewings for Sunday evening.
Another friend came through for me at this point. An old college friend, Alicia, lived an hour and a half from Durham. I already had plans to stay at her place that evening. After church the following day I headed back to Durham to look at the places I had lined up.
I knew that I was taking some risks. I had been in correspondence with people in both places. I had years of experience living with roommate/housemates and saw no point in stopping the trend. One room was available right away to move into. The other wasn’t available until Wednesday. If the one that was ready to move into didn’t work out, what was I going to do? Where would I stay Sunday through Tuesday night? I had feeling everything was going to work out. And it did. Just not in the way I expected.
I started work on Monday, just as I planned. However, half of my stuff was making the commute to work with me. The room that was available right away didn’t work out. I still was with out a place to call home. God’s provision arrived in the shape of my friend Alicia’s grandmother. Betty lived only 20 minutes away from Duke and had a spare room.
After my available Wednesday hope fell through on Monday (another person was ahead of me in line), I started the search process once again. Thankfully, Betty was willing to let me stay beyond the originally thought day of Wednesday.
It only took one viewing. I didn’t have time to be picky. Out in the country, I found a room that was an edition to a house with its own private entrance and room for just me. One might call it a studio of sorts--an open room with large windows and a bathroom. Fortunately, I have never been one that has desired a large kitchen. The reason: this “kitchen” consisted of a microwave, two hot plates, and a mini-fridge that lived in the bathroom. Nevertheless, with one week of working at Duke under my belt, I needed a place to call my own. The house hopping came to an end. I finally had an address.
August 1, 2011
Material Diet
My two years in Tennessee have come to a close. The amount of items I own has to be slimmed down once again. First Step – Yard Sale.
Although rain cut our yard sale short, it was worth the effort as many of the big items that we inherited when we moved into Apt B found new homes. Unfortunately, with the addition of so many books and binders from grad school, I wasn’t able to fit everything into my car. Some last minute give-aways had to happen in order for me to hit the road toward North Carolina (the laundry basket and bulletin board didn't make the cut). Although this process is somewhat stressful, I think cramming all of my material possessions in the back of my car is an overall healthy thing to do.
July 27, 2011
My First Sailing Lesson
July 26, 2011

For months we have been trying to find a time to go sailing with Nelson. Originally, we were going to try and go before Christina moved back to Washington. However, the one-day we found in April was washed away by the weather.
Laura and I knew we had to find a way to fit it in. With this being our last chance, we prayed for good weather. The sun was out indicating a beautiful day.
As we got the boat ready, Nelson began to explain what things were called and some of the basics of how to tie things off. Before actually going out into open water, Nelson let us warm-up by maneuvering the craft with the oars. After all, if there wasn’t any wind, we had to have a way to get from point A to point B.
With our warm-up complete, we picked up Nelson and headed toward our destination: Patton Island.
As we put up sail, I was surprised how little wind was needed to get things moving. After a while, we found ourselves at our destination. Lunch was served followed by some exploring of the Island.
The way back proved to be a bit more challenging. The little wind needed to move the boat was becoming scarce. On occasion, we would pull the oars out to gain some ground. Then all of the sudden, the wind would pick up. Quickly, we would draw in the oars and pull up the main sail and the jib.
The wind would never push in a wonderful straight trajectory. Instead we had to move in a zigzag pattern. This is when the phrase “prepare to come about” was key to listen for and respond to immediately. If you were sitting anywhere near the boom, it was time to duck or else a nice piece of wood would whack you in the head as the main sail was being shifted to the other side of the boat. I thankfully, never had to learn that lesson the hard way.
I was thankful that any threat of rain stayed away. When the sun got to intense, a dip in the water brought instant relief or an umbrella equaled instant shade.

All in all it was a pleasant day on the water. Filled with both relaxing moments as well as intense and exciting moments. I could not have asked for a more quality first lesson. Thanks Nelson!
July 22, 2011
Job Hunt Stats:
July 22
10 submitted resumes
10 cover letters written
4 multipage applications filled out
3 phone interviews
1 two-day face-to-face interview
4 rejection letters
1 offer
1 answer

In less than four weeks, I will be employed at Duke University as the Outdoor Adventures Assistant.
July 5, 2011
Thirty.
June 25, 2011
Cooking with Amigos
Ingredients
· 2 cups Shopping – yeah sock factory, Rock Creek, B&N, McKays, and antique shops!
· 1 tbs Craft time–rug made out of rope, check.
· 2 cups Outdoor Activities–whitewater rafting and playing in Coolidge Park
· 1 ½ cups Dinning –The Yellow Delhi, 58 Bar-B-Q, and Gluten-free pancakes (the Aleth special)
· 3 tsp Exercise – Jillian kicks butt!
· 1 ¾ cups R&R – sleeping in and long movies
· 2 cups Ice Cream – Chick-fil-a, Sweet CeCe’s, and more!
Mix them all together. Chill. Cover with a generous layer of quality fellowship. Sprinkle with laughter and serve.





Ahhhhhhhhhhh. A sigh of pure satisfaction.
Thanks Aletheia for cooking this one up with me!
And to Laura and Julie thanks for adding some special flavor.
June 9, 2011
Even Better Live
June 8, 2011
You know how sometime you hear a song on the radio or even on an album you have purchased and you think to yourself, “Their voice is AMAZING. Wow.” And then, you see that same artist on TV or a video on youtube or even at a live concert. All of sudden the thought enters you mind, “Can that be the same person? They sound terrible!”
But then there are other times. When you hear their voice on an album and think they are AMAZING. You collect your pennies and make the gamble to see them live. Then after the first song, you whisper to yourself because the thought cannot be contained, “Is it possible that they are even better live?” After the second song you can no longer deny the reality. “Inconceivable.”
Josh Groban fell in to that category.
Now, I have to take this opportunity to thank Laura. She came with me to see an artist that she really didn’t know. Granted, the girls sitting in front of us were delivering some pretty good entertainment. (Yup. They started crying when Josh came out.) The following picture is dedicated to her. It is an actual photo from the event. Her current opinion of the person in the picture is uncertain, but I know without a doubt that what is behind said person is top on her list. Hopefully this will bring a positive light to her association.

May 30, 2011
Asheville, NC
Over the past few months, Laura has been hooking me up with some pretty great experiences: Memphis, AEE, and the Webb School. Now it was my turn to reciprocate.
My connection took us to Asheville, NC– a destination I have heard great things about. Two things were housed in Asheville that were of great interest: my cousin’s family and the Biltmore Estate. Plus Asheville is best known for its local artists and local flavor.
Our first full day took us straight to the Biltmore. My cousin Nathan just happens to work there so we were able to get on the grounds at no charge. One didn’t even need to go into the house with so many gardens to explore! The drive to the house alone was beautiful as the recent rains saturated the forest colors.


The grounds were magical, as they possessed some features that I would put in my dream garden. An arbor covered walkway for example. Or creative displays.
I could tell that Laura enjoyed the farm portion of the estate the most as she caught chicken after chicken after chicken. Olivia joined the fun as well. However, not all attempts were successful.


We also ventured out to different parts of Asheville. Enjoying the drum jam session and chocolate delights.
Sunday came too soon as it was time to part ways. Thanks Nathan and Olivia for a fantastic weekend!
May 27, 2011
Now What?
May 20-26, 2011
Well, that ever-pressing question has been looming for months. I have had phone interviews and have even been flown to Wake Forest for a face-to-face interview. The final word on that interview still is without resolution; however, I couldn’t just sit around and wait twiddling my thumbs.
Solution: Get paid to hang out with youth from The Webb School and be outside. Thanks to Laura, that is exactly what we just did.
And so the last 6 days consistent of canoeing, whitewater rafting, and hiking 24 miles of the Appalachian Trail. The days on the water were spent getting to know the kids…well they were seniors in high school. As always, I love to see how others react to a world that I am so comfortable with.
While whitewater rafting the Middle Ocoee River, I saw one student in particular display courage time and time again. She was not scare but TERRIFIED to go whitewater rafting. Having been down the Ocoee a couple of times before, I knew what to expect. Therefore, I made it my mission to make sure that she stayed in the raft. Before we even got in the raft, I had to be strategic. I eyed the guides and picked a raft with an experienced guide. I put her in the back of the raft knowing that those that sit closer to the front are more likely to pop out.
The guide was aware of her fear. As we went down the river, I saw her eyes get bigger and bigger as we hit each rapid. At moments I wished I had a recorder to capture some of her intellectually sassy comments.
The moment of truth came as we went in to try to surf. Like I said, I had done this before so I new what to expect. Before we headed back up stream to catch the hydraulic, my mind flashed back to a similar situation two summers ago when I almost was ejected from a raft during a surf.
As we paddled forward, I looked directly to my left to try and read her expression. Here extreme level of fear was evident, put not paralyzing as her arms continued to paddle– a good sign indeed. I knew my mission. I had carried through thus far. I was determined not to fail.
We caught the surf on our first try. We did our first 180 and then another. After two more turns, internally, I knew it was time for us to exit the surf. Instead the raft was thrown around again. With the back of the raft in the hydraulic and water pouring in, I knew things were not good. With the raft being kicked to and fro, out of the corner of my eye I saw one of the other girls in the raft tumble into the rapid. Immediately, my gaze turned to my left. With eyes as big as saucers, she knew she was loosing the battle and being pulled by the force of the water. My reflex action kicked in as I grabbed her arm and pulled her back in without even thinking.
Finally the guide got us out of the surf. With so much water in the raft, she had trouble getting her feet under her to exert the proper leverage.
The rest of the week presented other challenges as the fellowship journeyed through the hills of North Carolina, but that experience, by far, was the most memorable.
May 5, 2011
It Finally Happened
May 5, 2011
After putting up my last star…..
And borrowing Christina’s Cap and Gown (because I decided not to walk)…..
Graduation!!!!!!!
April 11, 2011
Association for Experiential Education Conference
April 8-11, 2011
As I was not able to go to the Association for Challenge Course Technology conference this winter, I couldn’t let the year pass without attending some kind of conference. Two things lined-up to make this conference possible: first, it was in the great city of Chattanooga. Second, Laura was on the planning committee.
As is tradition, I signed up to help volunteer. Laura was in charge of transportation. Thus I became one of the drivers along with Christina and Shannon. The beauty of the conference was in the idea that workshops were held all over the city. Not only were we learning about experiential education, but we also got a glimpse of Chattanooga.
The conference as a whole was full of lessons. Whether about water barrels, new ways to play Simon Says, or compost, dull moments were rear because we were always engaged in our learning.
A few highlights:
Sleeping on a big boat in the Tennessee River: the Delta Queen
Going to a farm in the middle of a city: Crabtree Farms

See my name (along with some great friends) in a published work: Setting The Conflict Compass by Michelle Cummings and Mike Anderson.
March 29, 2011
Where Did March Go?
March 29, 2011

Here it is the end of March, and I still haven’t made an important introduction. Meet Shannon (the one in blue), my new roommate this semester. She is from Georgia, plays the harp, and is one of 13 children. Moving into an apartment with 3 other people is cake for her. She is living proof that girly-girls can be outdoorsy. She has spent more time in the outdoors (and getting ready) than I have, and she is 6 years my junior. On the road to graduation just like the rest of us, Apt B is blessed to have her with us even if it is only for one semester. We love you Shanno!
February 6, 2011
The Break Experiment: Episode 2
January 25-February 5, 2011
As the last Break Experiment took the three traveling companions East to Maryland, Virginia, and Pennsylvania, this journey take them in the opposite direction: West. Destination: Siloam Springs, AR.
Reason: 1.) It is far away: Distance proved to be an important factor in the last Break Experiment. 2.) Connections: Locations included very affordable (if not free) housing, those talented in the culinary arts, and, most importantly, old friends that needed to be visited. 3.) Location: as it is the middle of winter the three thought staying in the South would be wise, especially for Laura’s sake. She struggles with the cold. 4.) Oh yeah: To do Homework
The journey began with the three traveling companions, Christina, Laura, and Heather loading Heather’s seasoned cavalier and hitting the road toward Memphis. After just finishing their last intensive, the three had some decompressing to do. With Laura’s fingers flying on her computer keyboard, the lessons learned and hopes for the future of the program and the graduate assistantship were documented. Nashville came and went with great productivity. In no time they reached their first destination: Memphis. Laura’s connections came through wonderfully as we were treated to a Mexican dinner and a warm comfortable place to rest their heads.
As their final destination was still six hours away, the three continued moving forward the following day. As Heather had driven this route years before, she drove the whole way excited to see familiar faces at the end of the road.
The arrival in Siloam Spring brought an instant feeling of being home for Heather and it was 73 degrees outside. She had spent two and a half years working at John Brown University. It had been 3 years since she last saw her friends at the Soderquist Center. But even better was the out of town faces that were here for the milestone event of Luke Voss’ baby dedication.
Laura and Christina watched the buzz around them as Heather’s roommate from college’s house overflowed with laughter as old friends from Indiana Wesleyan days interacted as if no time had passed between their last meeting.
The winds changed on Monday, as the house calmed. Before the ever-dreaded homework could be attacked, Heather had to show Laura and Christina some of the highlights of the area. The main attraction: Greystone.
Good-ol’-Frank led the band of now five (Heather, Laura, Christina, Lynette, and Luke) through every nook, cranny, and tunnel of this 16,000 square foot estate. The rain held off as Heather finished the tour showing off some of the highlight areas of the grounds.
Little did the crew know that if they had waited 24 hours the tour would have been impossible.
The oh-so-uncharacteristic-of the-area event hit: 8-inches of snow with temperatures way below freezing.
The next three days merged together as all were trapped indoors. Homework was inevitable. No more excuses. However, many distractions came to the rescue of being too productive: Wii-fit and Dance-Dance-Revolution. After all, movement is important when the majority of the day is spent sitting in front of the computer. Heather, Christina, and Lynette also got a fabulous ab workout watching Laura do the hula!
By the time the roads were semi-cleared, it was time for the three traveling companions to head back East. The laughter, wonderful home-made meals, lessons in child care, and wii experiences were mementos taken by the three as the left Siloam Springs.
The road back to Memphis was long as the snow continued to come down until Little Rock. Laura’s relatives were once again so welcoming. Continue to expand their horizons, the three embarked on a traditional Southern culinary adventure: fried everything… fish, chicken, pickles, hushpuppies, and green tomatoes.
Later that evening, Heather had a chance to show her mad skills on the alto saxophone. She was so rusty that her skills did about drive Laura and Christina mad. With the help of one of Laura’s cousins, she was set to right.
The evening culminated with more Wii action, as all were introduced to Just Dance.
Tennessee was reached once more the following day. Although the journey took our travelers from on extreme end of a state to the other extreme of the neighboring state, the distance was well worth it. Laura and Christina experienced new states (Laura found her way to Oklahoma for a side geo-cache adventure). Heather just left one home to arrive at another.