Cure for the Homesick Blues: Oregon

Come April every year, I find myself shoving all my bikes in the back of my car and hightailing it back home to Oregon. Every year I plan on getting some kind of summer job waiting tables or picking cherries in the orchards.... only to be convinced by my parents to spend all day playing with them. It's not a lifestyle anyone can live, it requires a lot of biking, windsurfing, hiking, and exploring. You haven't lived a "full" summer day unless it has involved at least three sports. Long live the 3-sport day!

Again, it is not for the weak, my friends.

At times, we'll all make side comments like "geez, it's embarrassing that all we do is play", but then we just shrug our shoulders and say, "but somebody's gotta do it."

Gang's all here 

So when we made the smartest "adult-like" decision to stay in Provo and go to school/work, I was pretty distraught. Frankly, I still am. Nothing beats a Hood River summer, I don't care what all you ambitious people say. I've had this conversation with a lot of friends and they tend to go straight to the "I would get bored with all that time on my hands" comment. Hmmm. That's still a foreign concept to me and flirts with blasphemy.

Whether working really provides joy or not (that's another debate for another time), my dilemma of being hopelessly homesick still needed to be solved. So badda-bing badda-boo we decided to skip work, school, and dental appointments to go standby back home. (Which turns out sometimes isn't as easy as badda-bing badda-boo, as outlined in the pictures below.)

 

These are pictures of Jackson's battered toes, about 9 hours into our 12+ hours of stand-by torture. I left him alone for 40 seconds in the LAX airport, only to be scammed by way too many of these "artistic poses". We actually enjoyed our time in the airports, questioning the sanity of humans in general and yearning after the food that was too expensive for us. And I only got really really grumpy about three times! That's pretty good!

Our long weekend was so blissfully perfect that I might have shed some dramatically quiet tears when we landed again in Salt Lake. Utah is wonderful, but it's just not the same as my little Shire. Evidence of how happy we were can be found below!

If you're reading this, there is a large possibility you already know all this information because your my mom or husband, but I like pretending I'm a famous blogger who gets paid to talk about pretty places, so bear with me. So hello there Mom, Jackson, and other unknown readers! If you are ever blessed enough to pass through the Gorge area, then make sure to go hike or bike at Syncline. It's just east of Bingen, Washington and absolutely stunning. This is the place to go for wildflowers and river vistas. I recommend biking up the Little Maui trail and then going down Little Moab (if you like semi-tenchical rock drops). Gahh! I just love this ride so much. It wasn't always this way though. My mom would have to bribe me into going when I was in elementary/middle school by taking me to get a chocolate dipped cone at McDonald's. The Golden Arches: Convincing Kids To Do What Their Parents Want Them To For Generations. 

Good Taco Alert: While over in the Bingen area, head over to El Rinconcito . It is preferrable to bring a Shane Ostler whn you go because unknown to me, he is a local celebrity there. Everyone was yelling, "Hey Shane, you're back!", while my Dad was guffawing with everyone in sight. "Maria's going to fix me a good taco!" (as she raised a spatula in the air from the kitchen). " How are your boys? Long time no see, Carlos!" I felt honored to be in his company, especially when I saw the whoppingly huge portions we were given. Hurray for Shane!

 I love how easily things grow in Oregon. Life is so abundant. In the words of Jackson, "Alex, this is your Eve. When I first came here it was like I finally understood why you are the way you are."

Gosh, it's like I am obsessed or something? Less words, more pictures, before this gets too flowery. (hahaha. Get it? Wildflowers everywhere? Puns?)

P.S. Another really good mountain bike trail is the Whoopdee Doo trail system in Hood River. There's a new one called Ronoke and IT IS THE MOST EXCITING RIDE I HAVE EVER DONE. No joke, even though I say that about a lot of trails. This is my new favorite. So steep, with a million banked turns in a row, through fields of balsam root flowers. GAHHH! I was laughing uncontrollably the entire time because it was so perfect. If you go, invite me. I want to experience those thrills every day for the rest of my life.

 More photographic evidence that this place is my Edenic Paradise. 

Ronoke! Trail! Go! Now!

We took Jackson on the Eagle Creek hike and he was in stonefly heaven. For those who don't know, Jackson is studying Conservation Biology and is focusing his research on aquatic insects (but the species he goes absolutely hog wild over is Pteronarcys.) He looked like this ^^^ the entire time we were close to the water. I won some MAJOR wife points by finding a species he had never seen before, Pteronarcys princeps. When I showed it to him it looked like I had found him a car-sized chocolate bunny (that would have gotten me excited).

On my way to being a formidable Entymologist myself. (Picture from common.wikimedia.com)

When at Eagle Creek, many people simply walk to the the Punchball Falls and back (6 miles round trip). But you're missing out if you stop there! Keep on trekking along till you arrive at Tunnel Falls (12 miles total). It's one of my favorites. (I know I know. I say that about everything. But I'm serious every time.) You get to walk BEHIND the falls through this little tunnel and it's like you're in some kind of Gollum cave, except with flowers/moss growing everywhere and the absence of a mutant, bloodthirsty hobbit.

I always say that Hood River is the crown gem of Oregon, which is true. But Bend is definitely the gem right below it in all aspects (so would that make it the tiara gem?). Central Oregon is so cool because it's a desert, yet still full of rivers, lakes, and trees. And Bend has some of the most stunning peaks of the Cascades surrounding it and a big black lava field going right down the middle. I would most definitely live there, especially because they have a 5 Guys.

Watched Bruce play some LAX. Not biased, but he is the superstar of the team. Watching family members play sports is actually fun when they're talented! (Sorry family for all those painful years where I picked flowers instead of chasing the soccer ball around the field.)

 I am consciously trying to avoid declaring that our 40-mile ride on the Deschutes River trail was one of my most favorites ever. But why am I trying to curb my enthusiasm for great riding?!? It's fairly easy, non-technical riding that meanders along the riverside for miles, making it the perfect place for a leisurely ride. That is, unless you're the Ostlers and have to show off to friends who join you, leaving you breathless and exhausted and craving plates on plates of pasta.

Go Bruceeeeeeee!

Smith Rock, Oregon. Or, the place where Jackson and I were humiliated when we did a multi-pitch last summer. 

Meet Bertha, my family's pet pig. It's a weird time when you come home to find your father infatuated with a sow and the entire family room converted into a ping-pong arena. My parents are so rad. But I still hate this pig, most ornery creature on the planet. 

A word on my baby brother, Bruce. I am so proud of this boy. Not only is he supremely talented, he is also one of the most loyal and strong people ever. He passionately puts everything on the line for the things he loves, which is evidenced by his success in everything he puts his mind to. On top of it all, he has a pet pig and loves all animals! What a catch! We are so stoked that he will be here in Utah for school this fall at WESTMINSTER! Wahoo! Cross your fingers he gets to play for their LAX team, he definitely has the talent and drive to. Either way, he is going to wish that his sister didn't live so closely to him, he might need to put a restraining order on me.

This trip also included reading three whole books and pretending to be Shamu in the hot tub. Life complete. 

HASTA AUGUST, MY EDEN!

Improvements

Hermana Ostler’s Update – January 20, 2014

  

We had a bat in our room. Just another normal day in our room. 

A weird thing, why is that I always feel bad when I am trying so hard to be good? It’s like, whatever I do is just not good enough. And it is true! I have so much room to improve and when I start becoming a better person, it just means that there is more room to be even BETTER. I am always having to repent and feel bad, and repent and feel bad, and change a little bit each day. It’s a little exhausting but I am really starting to understand the Atonement better. Christ suffered for us so that we can be forgiven, after we have done all we can. It’s amazing. Use this power in your life! 

We are teaching a family that is so cute and amazing. Her name is Rosemary and her husband is Hilmer. We found this family after fasting. She is so ready for the gospel. We taught her the law of chastity last night and it was amazing to see how happy she was to be invited to keep the commandments of God. Shouldn't we all be this happy to leave our sins and just start over? 

I can’t remember anything else! Sorry? 

Love you all. 

Oh. I also fell a couple of times in the mud. And saw a shooting star. 

bat conveniently hanging on the door hinge

the look of pure exhilaration

I can hear this girl's laugh when I see this picture.

pretty face

Cuy Intestines Look Like Noodles

Hermana Ostler’s Update – September 30, 2013

  

First, apologies to all the people who received some depressing emails last week. I am a missionary! I have no time to be gloomy! 

Companions are a hard thing at times. That is just the truth. My current companion is nearing the end of her mission and wants to go home. We have cultural differences and personality differences. It is an interesting dynamic. But let me tell you that I have an overwhelming love for her. She has a wounded soul. I have had the opportunity just to be there and listen in her dark moments, which makes it impossible for me to have any ill will towards her. That is such a gift to me -- to be able to love her with all that I have, holding nothing back. I am learning so much about the love of Christ for all people through this experience. 

I have been teaching Elder Cava how to read in English. The other day he read the word “calling”, stopped, looked at me, and then asked, “like the vampires?”

The Cullens. Hahhaha! I died. 

I ate cuy (guinea pig) intestines the other week. NO ONE TOLD ME UNTIL AFTER… 

All of our investigators dropped us this week. ALL OF THEM. It has been a little depressing. Ahhhh. But yes, no one wants to listen to us. People who had beautiful testimonies just started slamming doors in our faces, or pretending to be sick, or wanting to be baptized in the Catholic Church for the Padrinos (Godparents).

For all my friends and family who are not members of this church... When you see missionaries walking by, REMEMBER ME! Remember that these people have feelings, that all they want to do is share their beliefs to a kind face. Invite them to an ice cream, listen to them, and remember that we are all just little kids. Be nice to us, and remember me! 

I have held rabbits, baby sheep, and baby goats this week. THEY SMELL TERRIBLE! My compy has a strong gag reflex to smells and so it was hilarious to see her gagging all the way home because the acrid, old poop smell was covering our entire bodies. If anyone has seen me with baby animals they will know that I just CANNOT handle it. I just can’t. I squeal and giggle and make double chins all over the place. The photos are definitely model material. 

I love you all! Keep happy and know that I am always praying for you. 

From Peru in the Spring Time, 

Hermana Alex 

REMEMBER ME!