Like Mother, Like Daughter

first_imgI never realized how similar my mother and I are until I forced her onto a raft for a three-day, two-night float trip on the Upper New this past Fourth of July weekend.My mom never shies away from a challenge. Never mind that she hasn’t slept in a backpacking tent, or that she’d only been rafting a handful of times, or that she’d never pooped in the woods or made a meal on a camp stove or went multiple days without a shower and a mirror. Never mind that I was asking her to step completely outside of her comfort zone, away from text messages and Facebook and even a means of telling time. She wanted it, and more importantly, she wanted to learn. She wanted me to teach her how to set up a tent, how to pack a raft and seal a dry bag. Although I insisted on j-stroking the raft myself for 20 miles (from our put-in near Prince to our takeout at Cunard) and letting her lounge like a princess, she always asked questions, demanded to help unload gear, and stubbornly insisted that she had enough energy to help with dinner even as her eyes fluttered with fatigue from the past week’s non-stop action.Mom learning the art of Coleman cooking.Mom learning the art of Coleman cooking.Our first backcountry meal together: spinach, butternut squash, black beans, and quinoa.Our first backcountry meal together: spinach, butternut squash, black beans, and quinoa.“How do you do it?” she asked me after the trip as we loaded up the Go, piled our wet clothes into the Jeep, and began our five-hour journey back to the office in Charlottesville.“Coffee,” I said. “Lots of coffee.”While that may be true to a certain extent (FYI, my new favorite brew comes from Bald Guy Brew out of Valle Crucis – stay tuned for his story in the September issue of the magazine), I didn’t have much in the way of an answer for her. My schedule is always jam-packed, down to the very last second of every day. For better or for worse, that’s how I like it. I inherently bite off more than I can chew, dismiss sleep for sunrise shoots, and say ‘yes’ to any and every opportunity to explore new places, meet new people, and have a good time.My best friend once told me that I have a fear of missing out. At first, I was offended, quick to put up the defensive front and deny her accusation. But as I was driving last Sunday, eyeballing my mom with envy as she slept in the passenger seat, I realized that my friend was right. I am afraid of missing out. Yes, I was exhausted from the summer heat, from j-stroking a 16-foot raft loaded with gear by myself, from organizing the use of that raft and the gear my mom needed, from endless hours on the road, from the wheels in my brain already churning with the coming week’s responsibilities … but in the week that I’d spent with my mom, we’d done so many things, accomplished so many firsts for her! We’d toured the foodie scene in Asheville, cooled off at the base of Harper Creek Falls, watched the clouds pass lazily over the Linville Gorge, met some inspirational folks in Valle Crucis, and spent three full days on the river with some of my favorite people. And the best part? We were only one week into our two-week travels!Nuts don't fall far from the tree. Fun day at Harper Creek Falls.Nuts don’t fall far from the tree. Fun day at Harper Creek Falls.Cooling off at the base of the lower falls.Cooling off at the base of the lower falls.Checking out the overlook at Wiseman's View, Linville Gorge.Checking out the overlook at Wiseman’s View, Linville Gorge.#selfie#selfieMeeting Don Cox, aka Bald Guy, in Valle Crucis. Best almond espresso EVER.Meeting Don Cox, aka Bald Guy, in Valle Crucis. Best almond espresso EVER.But the fact that my mom was able to sleep soundly in a car (I was even cranking The Notorious B.I.G. and she didn’t seem to notice) was enough to finally put into perspective what my friend was trying to tell me: I can do anything, but I can’t do everything. While that’s easy for me to sum up in a neat little phrase, it’s a lot harder for my restless being to admit, accept, obey. Here I’d gone and worn my mother into the dirt, so much so that she, who rarely sleeps in the car, was now passed out, mouth open, unaware of my blasting old school hip hop and windows-rolled-down-despite-having-a.c. white noise.Yet, as I sat there drumming my fingers on the steering wheel, fretting about how I’d taken my mother from the comforts of her home to the passenger seat of my too-crammed car, another thought came to me: she’s an adult. She chose to tag along. She knew I wasn’t living in the lap of luxury. She knew I was living out of a camper. What’s more, I hadn’t heard her complain once. Despite having undergone spinal surgery in the past year (something with herniated discs and fusions and hardware), she never so much as uttered a grunt during the seven days I’d been dragging her through trails and up mountains and down rivers. She’s a tough cookie and, like me, she’s afraid of missing out on life.And so, Mom, in response to your question on how I do it, I think I have a more appropriate answer. You.When your shoes match your boat, you know you're killin' it. When your Astral shoes match your boat, you know you’re killin’ it.Greg Dale lounging on the Upper New float.Greg lounging on the Upper New float.Mom riding princess-style.Mom riding princess-style.First morning on the New.First morning on the New.Nighttime on the New.Nighttime on the New.Campfires soothe the soul.Campfires soothe the soul.IMG_2558The New crew, throwing up the T.O.T.The New crew, throwing up the T.O.T.Did I mention we came across a private collector of VW vanagons? Bizarrely awesome to see hundreds of these icons parked and organized by color.Did I mention we came across a private collection of VW vanagons? Organized by color? Yeah.last_img read more


PREMIUMActivists demand better services after drastic JKN premium hike

first_imgLOG INDon’t have an account? Register here The new hike in premiums for the deficit-stricken national health insurance (JKN) should be followed by better health services for all policyholders, activists have said.The higher premiums will be effective in July and are stipulated in a presidential regulation issued by President Joko “Jokowi” Widodo roughly two months after the Supreme Court annulled an earlier regulation to increase the premiums.The premium for the first-class services from Rp 80,000 (US$5.33) to Rp 150,000 per month per person, while almost doubling the premium for second-class services from Rp 51,000 to Rp 110,000.The premium for the third-class service was increased by a smaller amount, from Rp 25,500 to Rp 42,000, and the government will provide a Rp 7,000 subsidy for this service category, so participants only have to pay Rp 35,000.The Health Care and Social Security Agency (BPJS Kes… Google Log in with your social account Topics : Linkedin BPJS BPJS-Kesehatan #BPJSKesehatan #BPJS-premium-increase health #health Forgot Password ? Facebooklast_img read more