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A definition

trek′ker n.

trek +‎ -er

Noun
trekker ‎(plural trekkers)

One who treks; thus, a hiker

Word History: In South Africa in the 1800s, a common way of talking about the length of an overland journey was not in miles but in treks—the original meaning of the word trek in English was “a day of traveling by ox cart, one stage in a journey by ox cart.” (Transport in the vast spaces of colonial South Africa was often by ox cart, as it was on the Great Plains of the United States during the 1800s, too.) Trek comes from Afrikaans, the language of South Africa that descends from the dialects spoken by the Dutch settlers in the region. The British took control of the Cape Colony of the Dutch in 1806, and eventually the descendants of the Dutch settlers, called the Boers, left the Cape Colony because of economic problems, conflict with the Xhosa, and discontent with British colonial authorities, who had forbidden the slave trade and postulated the equality of whites and nonwhites. From 1835 to 1843, more than 10,000 Boers, the Voortrekkers (“The Foretrekkers”), traveled north and northeast as part of the Groot Trek (“Great Trek”) and established independent Afrikaans-speaking states that were eventually incorporated into the British Empire and became part of the modern nation of South Africa. As British settlers arrived in the South African colonies in the 19th century and British influence in the region grew, many Afrikaans words entered the English of South Africa. Eventually, in the 1900s, trek began to be used in other varieties of English with the meaning “a journey or leg of a journey, especially when slow or difficult.”

Life is still changing

As I’ve said before, I’m going through a bit of a change in life lately. Settling down a bit for sure, but also shifting focus as well. The days of the high milage road trip and adventures to other countries are on hold for a while, and I’m ok with that. For now I’ll be doing small day trips and over night jaunts for the most part. I’m trying to regain my desire to document all of that, but I’ve somewhat lost it. The pictures aren’t so inportant, the proof not as needed that I was there. I’m ok with that.

Lately I have been doing a ton of hiking. As the weather turns here I hope to get back into snow shoeing, which I used to do quite a bit of years ago. If I see some cool stuff, I’ll post it up.

I’m getting old

It’s funny how I used to travel around and do cool things. Take pictures and soak up the world like a sponge. Now I don’t do so much. I must be getting old, because all I really do is work around the house, talk on ham radios and fix old cars. Nothing exciting about that, right?

I guess this blog has been transforming just like me, so I might as well keep on going. Hopefully I don’t fall asleep before I finish this post, because that’s what old guys do apparently. I asked my kids what they thought I did all day while they were at school, you know what they said? “You take naps!” “Like 10 naps!”

Boy, I guess I better figure out how to liven my life up a bit.

Anyways, I think I hear some other old dude calling CQ on the radio, so I better go before I get my nap in.

Updates

I haven’t had much to talk about lately. Life has been moving along at a pretty good pace, but I haven’t really had any big adventures to speak of. Honestly, I kind of lost my spark for a little bit, but it’s coming back. Just a little different now. Older and wiser? I’m not to sure about the latter, but definitely the former.

I do have some updates. In the last couple months I’ve sold both my old Toyota truck and my Van. It was heart breaking, but it needed to be done. I just didn’t need them any more, and I have a firm belief that too much stuff is a bad thing. The 4runner has become the vehicle that makes the most sense and I use it for just about everything nowadays. I’ve been using the money from the other two vehicles to fund fixing it up, so that works out ok.

I haven’t been doing much in the way of photography lately and it’s making me sad. I feel like the rut I’ve been in has made it hard to see things in a photographic manner, and recently I realized this is a horrible thing that I’ve allowed to happen. Sometimes taking a step back is good, so I guess I’m going to find out.

As for this website, I have thought that I might be done with it, but that comes and goes. If anything its a journal of my past experiences and I’d like to keep it for that. I guess it doesn’t hurt to keep it going as an archive, maybe even to be rejuvenated at some point in the future.

I’m not done here

Well, it’s been a little while, but I’m still here. Life has been crazy busy and I’m sure that you all know how that goes. The new job is great, I’m mostly settled in now and feeling fairly comfortable. The home life is going good, there’s been great new things going on there as well, a wedding and kids growing up mostly.

The problem is that I haven’t had any time to travel, and not nearly enough time for pictures or writing. I hope to get back on track with that soon, but for now I just wanted to let my faithful reader (s) know that I am still alive and ok. As soon as I can, I’ll get back to work here. For now, I’ll spend some time fixing up some of the pages on the site, so if you haven’t looked looked those over in a while, please do.

Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Written by Dylan Thomas, 1914 – 1953

Using the wordpress mobile app

I’ve been using the wordpress mobile app with varying degrees of success, but the android version of it on my tablet is not so good. I apologize for any duplicate posts, it looks like the last on I posted 7 times!!! Oops!

It’s nice to have it be quick and easy, but WordPress has some things I iron out still.