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Shaw Butte Ruins

Shaw Butte Trail

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If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you know that I travel. A lot. Not always for fun, sometimes we’re just moving—and we’ve moved 12 times in our seven-year marriage! But with the pandemic, we’ve really slowed it down. In fact, I haven’t been out of the country for over a year, and barely left the state. Still, I’ve been able to do some exploring right here in Phoenix! Although I’ve spent over 20 years of my life here, there’s still a lot I’ve never seen, especially when it comes to hiking trails.

A couple years ago, Ben got me a book called 60 Hikes within 60 Miles of Phoenix for Christmas. It has been our goal to hit all 60 hikes—even if some of them CHEAT and are 75 miles out of town! Not surprisingly, the 15 hikes we’ve done have been mostly close to home.

One of my favorites so far is a hike that Ben and I did during his last day off: Shaw Butte. Although we lived ten minutes away from his hike for three years, we never did it. Now that we’ve moved across town, I can say it’s still worth the drive!

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Shaw Butte is apparently one of the most popular hikes in Phoenix. While I was doing Camelback and Piestewa over and over, other outdoor enthusiasts were throwing Shaw Butte into the mix. It’s actually quite a bit easier than either of the other two, but it is a bit longer, at four miles.

My favorite part of this hike is that you get a completely different view of Phoenix. It lines up just right with Piestewa Peak and Dreamy Draw so that you get to see layers on layers of mountains—something that’s not common to find in the middle of urban sprawl!

My second-favorite part of the hike are the ruins three-quarters of the way to the summit. Although ancient ruins are definitely more interesting, the shell of this 1960s building is still pretty cool. Especially considering that what used to be a restaurant patio is now the ideal lookout spot for viewing downtown Phoenix (and snapping some shots for Insta, let’s be real).

The story behind the ruins is even better. Sixty years ago, a restaurant called Cloud Nine overlooked what was then the northern part of Phoenix. Patrons were shuttled to the fancy nightclub using the owner’s vehicle, since no real road was built and there’s only way up and down.

I have to imagine that Cloud Nine wasn’t exactly to code. Maybe that’s why it burned down in a mysterious fire. And unlike the mythical bird our city is named after, it never rose from the ashes.

If you’re like me, and were clueless about Shaw Butte, or if you’re just visiting Phoenix, put this hike on your to-do list! Not only is it a good workout and an excellent photo op, but it’s also a unique view into the history of Phoenix. If you stand very still, you may be able to imagine the ghosts of night club patrons milling around the patio with voice of Bobby Darin floating from the record player.

Fried Prickly Pear Cactus

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So, I got heat stroke yesterday. And it was more frightening than the time I almost wrecked myself on sharp rocks while surfing.

A word to the wise: the elements generally win.

So, what was I doing to incur the wrath of the Arizona sun? I was spending an hour and a half cleaning up my front yard. Yup, that’s all it takes in the summer, apparently.

I was also gathering the ingredients to make fried prickly pear for lunch, which actually turned out pretty decently!

I have always tried to appreciate the food that grows in my own backyard, no matter how unexpected. In the Caribbean, I used to fish and gather food like moringa, tamarind, sea grapes, and coconuts (well, Ben climbed for the coconuts and got most of the fish…)

Sea Grapes in Anguilla

Here, the food is less obvious but still there. In my yard, I can eat three varieties of cactus fruit and two varieties of prickly pear.

I used this recipe. Here are the steps in photos:

Prickly Pear paddles have a lemony taste
You can also eat the fruit. They make good jams.
Leather gloves are a good idea for this step.
Watch out for tiny thorns at the base of the bigger spines
Boiling and then frying tastes better than grilling, IMO
Cheese and onions to stuff it!
Fry in olive oil and pretend it’s healthy
Voila!

I don’t recommend using this type of prickly pear if you have options. The kind without thorns is a lot better. I did stick myself pretty bad, and Ben stepped on one thorn that I dropped. You can buy thorn-free paddles from the store if you don’t grow them. Phoenix Wal-Marts often carry them, and Mexican food stores sell them in other areas.

This was a pretty good lunch. Not amazing, but edible. And sort of a bucket-list item and bragging point. And let’s be honest– who doesn’t want a photo like this on their Instagram? So #trendy.

That being said, it wasn’t worth the heatstroke. So be smart, and know the risks and signs. Stay hydrated when it’s hot, too.

Now you’re wondering what heatstroke signs are. Lucky you– I happen to know first-hand. Unlucky me.

The first thing that happened was that I started to have sore and tingly muscles. I thought I was sore from my workout, even though it felt different than that. Then I got really lethargic and too tired to move.

At this point I was starting to get nervous. My family was coming over in half an hour so I decided to wait it out.

By the time they arrived, I was freezing and shaking, even though it was hot. They took care of me and made me drink water, even though I didn’t want it. By the time Ben got off work and talked to them on the phone, I had a fever that quickly climbed to 104 degrees F. I started get confused, too. I don’t remember that part.

As soon as Ben got home, he started treating me for heatstroke. He aggressively rehydrated me and started cooling measures. My temperature began to drop quickly. Since Ben is a doctor, he was able to make that call and treat me at home. Otherwise, I would have had to go to the hospital and get evaluated. Heat stroke is deadly and you should never take chances. I was really stupid not to tell anyone what I was feeling when I knew something was wrong. The faster you get hydrated and bring the fever down, the better your chances for survival and the lower your chances for serious damage like hearing loss.

The moral to the story is this: drink water, stay out of the heat, and get help if you need it.

Home Sweet Home

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There’s no place like home. Especially when you know you’ll get to call it home for a while.

Kayaking the Salt River for our anniversary
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  • 2019

Ben and I celebrated our fifth anniversary a week ago! We realized that we’ve experienced a lot in our half-decade of marriage. Most notably, we survived Ben’s med school journey. I also survived my master’s program. We moved twelve times, living in two countries and three states. We had a baby. I can’t even remember how many jobs we’ve had.

But the transition is over!

You know, it’s fun to list all the different things we’ve done, but it sure does feel flighty at the same time. We’ve both been reading Grit by Angela Duckworth (Ben had it first and I snag it to read when he’s busy), which talks about how most people who excel in their field stick with things and pursue goals over a long period of time. It doesn’t seem like our lives have really characterized that over the past few years, but in the end, it was all to pursue this thing called an M.D. And now we’re on to the next stage.

Flying home after Ben’s graduation! We were on TV at the San Antonio airport.

When it’s all said and done, it was fun to try a bunch of different things, but I’m glad we’ll be sticking with a routine for a while. We were gritty enough to get through med school, and I think we can be gritty enough to be OK with the daily grind, too.

Little Man will appreciate that, too, I think. We were finally able to get him a crib. At eight and half months old, he’s finally out of the pack-and-play and can depend on sleeping in the same place for more than a few weeks at a time.

Relaxing at home

We also bought a couch. That doesn’t sound too exciting, but to me, it was an indication that we’re staying here for a while and not getting furniture with moving in mind. We’ve never bought a couch before. My parents gave us our first one, and we’ve just had futons and things that came with furnished apartments since then. It was fun to pick one out- and the people who sold it to us at their garage sale invited us over for dinner, too! A couch and new friends in the neighborhood. Doesn’t get better than that.

Living room

We’re actually planting things, too. To be honest, the best I’ve done so far is put some pots in the backyard and grow some chives in the kitchen, but it’s a start. Quite literally, we are “putting down roots.”

It’s good to be home.

Goodbye, Med School!

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“I am going to burn my white coat.”

That was Ben’s half-joking answer to my question about his plans for his short white coat, the daily uniform of med students that distinguishes them from long-coat-wearing doctors. I was thinking of making a shadowbox, but OK.

The fact that we were even having that conversation means that MED SCHOOL IS FINALLY OVER!

I am not a fan of writing in all-caps, but some things warrant digital yelling, people.

Three and a half years. Seven moves. Twenty-five day-long tests. Five life-changing tests. Countless flights. Eight hospitals or clinics. Two countries. Three states. And a partrige in a pear tree… Make that an iguana in a flamboyant tree! That (and a whole lot of prayer) is what it took for Ben to finish medical school.

Add an agonizing application process (so many decisions!) and nine interviews, and you get the residency match process. Match Day 2019 turned out succesfully with Ben getting residency at his top choice. He’ll be working in Phoenix for the next three years. We’re home! Every day, we thank God and are grateful that it’s over.

What a ride!

If you aren’t familiar with the med school process, here’s what it looks like:

-4 years of undergrad with pre-med emphasis. Ideally includes volunteer work, research, clinical experience. Thinking you’re going to die yet knowing med school is exponentially more difficult.

We are still friends with Ben’s lab partner!

-Take the MCAT (Medical College Admissions Test)

Study, study, study… And check out that green carpet

-Write a stellar application, apply, interview.

Interview for AUC in LA

-Year One: Classes. Lots of tests, anatomy lab, studying until you fall asleep in your desk. All-nighters because you get home from studying at 3 AM to find your wife forgot she borrowed your key, and locked the door, and went to bed (sorry).

Ben in his lab coat

-Year Two: Classes. More tests, harder subjects, memorizing the molecular structure and chemical behavior of every drug ever. Cramming an impossible amount of information into your brain. Comprehensive exam.

-Step One: First licensing exam. Eight-hour test over everything learned in the past two years.

Ben was medic at a camp after Step 1

– Year Three: Clinical rotations, which means spending long days at hospitals and clinics learning the ropes of various specialties.

-Step 2: A two-part test over two days on both clinical knowledge and clinical skills. Most students have to travel to take this test.

-Year four: Slightly more humane work hours. Basically paying to work in hospitals and clinics. Getting to participate more in deliveries and surgeries. Lots of seminars. Senioritis. Agonizing decision about which specialty to pursue.

-Applying for residency: Long application followed by applying to up to 100 programs.

Ben after finishing his applications

-Interviews: Weed through invitations, pick your favorites and attend as many as you can afford/convince your supervisor to give you days off to attend. Travel the country. Attend fancy dinners.

-The Match: Rank your favorite residency programs. Hope your favorites rank you high in their list. Bite your nails as a computer algorithm matches you to a program.

-Match Day: Best day or worst day of your life.

-Graduation: Finishing med school, burning your short white coat (apparently) and getting that $250,000 piece of paper that proves you can legally slice people open, or give out narcotics, or remove organs.

-Rest of your life: Continuing education, plus saving lives and hopefully finding the cure for cancer.

Ben actually managed to finish a four-year med school program in three and a half years, which meant skipping the life-giving breaks between clinical rotations and jumping into each new challenge without time to recuperate from the demanding schedule. He did take some time to study for Step 1 (an eight-hour exam over 2 years of information), but not much. Taking the test early meant he had a rare opportunity to start his third year of school early, which meant finishing fourth year early and matching in 2019. A lot of people who started in September 2015 with him will have to match in 2020, thanks to their clinical rotation placement and its schedule, which students don’t have a lot of control over. So we are very thankful for the way things worked out!

We had to fill out an alumni survey at our alma matter’s homecoming celebration this weekend. When he came to the “title” section, it was with great flourish that Ben skipped over the “Mr.” box and checked “Dr.” He’s waited a long time to introduce himself as Dr. Johnson.

Hart Park in Bakersfield

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Aside from Kito nearly killing herself by running in front of a speeding dirt bike, our favorite moments have lately been spent in the rolling hills of Hart Park.

Hart Park is a glorious web of hiking and biking trails that climb high into the hills above the outskirts of Bakersfield, overlooking not only stately rural homes but also the undulations of earth and grass that stretch to snow-dusted mountains in the east.

Although we’re not too far from central California’s best National Parks, we’ve yet to tear ourselves away from these intoxicating hills whenever Ben’s time off coincides with sunny weather.

Here, it’s easy to imagine that the dusty oilfields and smoggy refineries of town are simply figments of our imaginations.

As soon as we park and walk a decent distance from strolling couples and the sounds of the sheriff’s shooting range, we let Kito off the leash so she can run free in the long grass, chasing birds and small animals. Without enough exercise, Kito gets stir-crazy and forgets all of her training. So off-leash hiking is a lifesaver for us!

Little Man, of course, doesn’t do much but look around at the scenery and nap in his baby carrier. In fact, he does his best napping in the fresh air at Hart Park! Its too bad we’ll leave Kern Country long before he’s walking, because I’d love to see him toddle around here.

It’s encouraging to me, though, that we seem to find great places to get lost (in the metaphorical sense… most of the time) in the great outdoors no matter where we go. I want him to be an outdoor enthusiast like his dad, and I hope the hours he spends observing the natural world from his carrier will be a good foundation for a lifetime of nature play.

For Ben, Hart Park is an opportunity to get exercise… an illusive undertaking for a med student with a family, unless you count speed-walking the corridors of the hospital during rounds. For me, it’s a stunning subject for my camera. Hart Park is breathtakingly beautiful in early spring! Cascades of purple flowers flow down the emerald hills, providing opportunities for me to pretend I’m more than an amateur with the macro setting on my Canon.

Of course, there are also plenty of entertaining sights that you’d expect to see in a place with trails build for mountain bikes, motorcycles, and quads. Sometimes we see a daring mountain biker conquer breathtakingly hazardous trails.

Once, we watched with amusement (and a little annoyance) as some guy tried to drive his truck up a steep trail meant for hiking.

We’ll be sad to say goodbye to Hart Park in three weeks, but the end of our time in Kern County means the end of med school– and it also means Little Man will be old enough to use to the heavy-duty hiking pack from Mimi and Grandpa! We look forward to tackling trails wherever we go next.

Little Free Library

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Our time in California is affording me all kinds of nice discoveries. I’ve talked about the bluffs and mentioned the hiking. One of the other things I love about our Cali home is the Little Free Library down the street!

Not the LFL in our neighborhood. I feel too awkward to take a photo of someone’s front yard!

If you’re not familiar with Little Free Libraries, get thee to the interwebs to learn how you can experience these wonderful things. Little Free Libraries are tiny houses filled with books that you can take and read, then return or leave at a different LFL. They can be found in front yards, in public spaces, or at businesses.

We aren’t California residents, so I can’t go get a book at a library in town. This was a bummer to me, since I read all the books I packed as well as one I found in our Airbnb room within the first three weeks. I am trying not to get hooked on a Netflix show or watch a lot of YouTube, because I want to limit Little Man’s screen exposure. Besides, I really do like books. And I like pages, so the Kindle app doesn’t always cut it.

Imagine my joy at going on a quick neighborhood walk and discovering a Little Free Library! More books to read! And an excuse to go walking more often.

So far, I’ve read a novel about Princess Di, Maze Runner, All About Sam, and Finding Alaska. I have also found some picture books to read to Little Man.

When I visited Phoenix this week, my mom told me about the LFL that had opened at Rita’s in Glendale! Armed with my free shaved ice birthday coupon, we went to trade in my LFL books for new ones. And get ice cream, obviously.

Now that I have enjoyed two LFLs in two different states, I am determined to find them wherever I go! I wish I’d taken advantage of the ones at the Detroit Riverwalk, but maybe I will get to do that in the future. My dream is to someday have one in my front yard! I’ll keep you posted on my progress of achieving that… First, I need to get a front yard.