Monday, May 4, 2015

Journey from Nebraska to South Dakota

Before we left the state of Nebraska, there was a must-see item on my agenda.  This blew my mind!  Hopefully, when my kids are a little older, and they have an actual teacher other than me to teach them geography and history, they will learn about Stonehenge and appreciate this place a little more.  That being said...check out this awesome tourist attraction...

CARHENGE in Alliance Nebraska



Ryder, Choice, Juliann, Shiloh, and Tate


Ryder, Morghen, Shiloh, Choice, and Tate



Shiloh, and Juliann
An opportunity even arose for us to leave our mark on this state before we left.  Each kid wrote their name (although Choice's looked more like a spider web), and I wrote Andrew's name on the flag.


Tate, Choice, Shiloh, and Ryder



Juliann and Morghen
 We traveled across the sate from Alliance NE to Hastings NE where we enjoyed another landmark on our journey. 

THE KOOL-AID MUSEUM...





Ryder, Choice, Tate, and Shiloh

I didn't have the heart to tell my kids about inflation and how times have changed...but boy, were they getting ripped off.


Tate, Ryder, Shiloh, Choice, and Juliann

Choice, Ryder, Shiloh, and Tate

 
Ryder, Shiloh, Choice, and Tate

 Perhaps Choice knew he was being underpaid  because he was certainly a feisty little one!
Choice and Juliann
We spent the night in Hastings NE and woke up early this morning to start our trek to South Dakota.


Shiloh, Tate, Ryder, Choice, and Juliann

After this long on the road with four little kids, I was praying for Jesus to take the wheel and allow me a little reprieve.  Thank goodness the sign said God only lived 5 miles away...

Choice, Juliann, Tate, Shiloh, and Ryder
He apparently drove us right toward a Pro-Life town where Choice may grow up to be the mayor.  He received his name after a difficult pregnancy in which the doctors advised us he had no chance of survival.  They suggested we abort the pregnancy at 17 weeks gestation.  At that time, Andrew and I knew that we didn't want to go that route, and decided that not only were we going to move forward with the pregnancy regardless of the frightening projected outcome, but that we would also name our little guy "Choice".  Miraculously, he was born a perfectly healthy baby, two months early, on his Daddy's 28th birthday.  Now we know, God had a plan for Choice and for Andrew all along.

He is such a blessing and a perfect addition to our family.


Choice and Juliann


Choice
The morals, values, and patriotism were apparent everywhere we drove today.  As we drove by this sign, my mind reflected on Andrew's older brother T.J. who is an member of the U.S. Army.  God bless you T.J. and all others who currently serve, or have served our county so we may enjoy our freedom.


Juliann
We made it to South Dakota...a state I have never been to before now.  This will not be the only time we are in South Dakota during this trip, and the next visit will provide the route whereby we will see the infamous Mount Rushmore.  That will be an amazing experience...one we will have to wait for.


Choice, Juliann, Shiloh, Ryder, and Tate

Choice, Juliann, Shiloh, Ryder, and Tate
This trip to South Dakota was routed so we could visit a donor in Sioux Falls.  Unfortunately, we received word that they recently moved to Arizona.  Although we weren't able to touch base with them today, we will make sure we pay them a visit when we make it back to our home state.  To fill the remaining hours in our day today, the kids wanted to go swimming.  So, that's what we did. 

Juliann and Shiloh
Tate
Ryder
Morghen and Choice
Morghen and Juliann
Ryder
Morghen and Choice
Choice
Choice and Juliann
Tate and Juliann
Choice, Juliann, Ryder, and Shiloh
Choice, Juliann, and Shiloh
Shiloh and Ryder
Ryder, Tate, and Juliann
Morghen, Shiloh, and Tate
Choice, Tate, Juliann, Ryder, and Shiloh
Reflecting upon the events of today I was lost in a self-provoked thought process.  Why do things work out the way that they do?  Why don't they work out the way that we wish they would sometimes?  And...why do we ask why? 

Andrew taught me a great lesson during his ups and downs on his spiritual journey in life.  I had always been someone that thought I had it all figured out.  Even if deep down I wasn't certain about some deep meaningful life quandary, I would act confident in my stance...whatever that may be.  Andrew was much more humble and honest than I was in this way.  He would tell me that there were some things that he didn't know the answers to and that he thought it was better that way.  So long as he was doing good to his fellow man and loving and serving God, he didn't have to answer every question.  God knows all and He is in control.  If that is so...we have no reason to fear.  Nor do we have a reason to question when life gets difficult.  Drag our feet, perhaps at times.  Pout because it isn't fair, maybe. (I certainly have), but not question.  "Why me" is not a question we should ask God, but rather "Why not me" is a question we should ask ourselves.

This world is made up of unbelievable human beings everywhere we turn.  I have met many along this journey so far and anticipate many more life-changing visits yet to be had.  I am no better than anyone else.  I am no more guaranteed an easy road than the gentleman holding  the cardboard sign on the street beside our hotel tonight.  We all have hard times.  We all have high moments.  There is cause to celebrate life even if all we can find positive in the moment is that we are alive to be pondering the question.  To those who have already punched their time card in this life, wonderful men and women like my Andrew called home far too early, we owe it to them to stop wallowing in self-pity.  We need to get out there and buoy up our fellow man who may feel too weak to carry their burdens alone.  I have been there...and TRUST ME...I didn't do it alone.  All of these people whom I am traveling to meet, and many more whom I may never see, helped to strengthen me in my weakness and made certain that I never felt less valuable or less loved because of my circumstance.

I have come to appreciate the overused cliché...when life gives you lemons, make lemonade.  Please check out this song by clicking on the link below and remember to SPREAD THE BETTER!

https://youtu.be/xS0uS8Tfyt4

Tate and Choice
Goodnight from the Ashcraft Be Better Brigade.  Hugs to all!


Saturday, May 2, 2015

NEBRASKA VOLUNTEER FIREFIGHTERS - Gering and Scottsbluff NE


Ashcraft Family with Gering and Scottsbluff Nebraska Firefighters

Before getting on the road to Nebraska, we enjoyed a few hours in the gorgeous Rocky Mountains at Estes Park.  This was the most beautiful mountainous terrain.  I could've stayed there forever.

Tate, Ryder, Shiloh, and Choice

Ryder, Shiloh, Tate, Juliann, and Choice

Tate, Choice, Ryder, Shiloh, and Juliann
 
Juliann

Tate, Choice, Juliann, Ryder, and Shiloh

Shiloh, Choice, Tate, Ryder, and Juliann
As we were passing through Loveland Colorado, we happened upon this place...Ryder was ecstatic!  We took his geode in that he received from Holly and Wayne in Farmington NM and they cracked it open for him.
Ryder
It was almost too large for their machine which turned it into a two person job.  Once they cracked it open, we learned that it was a Thunder Egg filled with Opal.  Ryder found the whole process fascinating.

Ryder's geode getting cracked open
As we continued our trek to Nebraska, I was shocked as we came upon the Wyoming State Line.  Ummm, did I go the wrong way? Haha...the route took us through a 20 minute stretch of Wyoming.  We didn't see much of it...we will be returning there at a later time on the trip.

Ryder, Shiloh, Tate, Choice, and Juliann

Ryder, Shiloh, Tate, Choice, and Juliann
Then, we arrived in Nebraska. We were on our way to visit the thoughtful donors from Scottsbluff and Gering Nebraska.

Ryder, Choice, Tate, Juliann, and Shiloh
When we arrived at the home of Cat and Jeremy, we were greeted by two sweet little puppies...

Juliann and Niko (Pitbull)

Juliann and Niko (Pitbull)

Sarge (dog) and Ryder
The warm reception by the animals was a close second to the hospitality and graciousness we received from Cat and her family.  My kids had a wonderful time playing with her children, Payton and Reagan. 


Payton, Shiloh, Reagan, and Ryder

Payton, Ryder, Reagan, Tate, and Shiloh
Cat gave us a tour of the fire department where she volunteers.  I was fascinated by the concept of volunteer firefighters.  I pondered the commitment that it takes to be a first responder.  To put your life on the line for the sole purpose of protecting the community in which you live.  For these incredible individuals to take on the same grueling tasks and dangers with no personal compensation is very humbling and inspirational.  Nearly all of the departments in Nebraska are volunteer departments.  We were blessed to meet with a group of them, comprised of 12 different volunteer departments from the surrounding areas. (1: Gering FD, 2: Henry FD, 3: Lyman / Kiowa FD, 4: McGrew FD, 5: Minatare / Melbeta FD, 6: Mitchell FD, 7: Morrill FD, 8: Scottsbluff FD, 9: Scottsbluff Rural FD, 10: Banner Co. FD, 11: Torrington, WY FD, 12: Western NE Regional Airport FD.) The donation made to the families of the Granite Mountain Hotshots came from The Mutual Aid Association of these departments.

Morghen and Choice
While at the department in Scottsbluff, the kids had a great time trying on Cat's gear.  They were surprised at the weight these men and women carry while they perform their duties and responsibilities.

Ryder

Tate

Choice

Shiloh
Cat was such an incredibly strong woman.  She not only volunteers as a firefighter, but she has other jobs and hobbies that show her immense courage and strength.  Such as working at the local jail, rebuilding old cars from the frame up, raising two children and training a pitbull. I had a wonderful time learning from the example of such a great woman.

Cat and Juliann
We left the station in Scottsbluff and Cat took us to the Scottsbluff Monument.  This was a phenomenal natural attraction with trails that go through the mountain and caves.  The kids were instructed to stay on the path because the park is home to many rattlesnakes. 

Tate, Ryder, Reagan, Shiloh, and Payton
We didn't come across any rattlesnakes but the kids were mesmerized by the 3 foot bull snake we happened upon.

Choice and Juliann watching kids hike Scottsbluff

Juliann, Choice, Ryder, Payton, Shiloh, Morghen, Tate, and Reagan
After hiking in Scottsbluff, we went to the Gering Fire Department for a barbeque.  It was there that we were introduced to approximately 40 firefighters and firefighter family members who were a part of reaching out and blessing our families after the tragedy.  All of them...VOLUNTEERS.

Gering Volunteer Fire Department
Once again, the kids were invited to sit in and crawl on the multiple fire trucks and try on the gear.  Shiloh wore a helmet the entire evening.

Reagan and Shiloh

Choice and Juliann
After we ate, they gave us a ride on a 1920 antique fire truck.  The kids took turns sitting next to Tim and Ryan as they drove and were given the chance to sound the siren through the streets of Gering Nebraska.

Rides in 1920 Firetruck
The kindness in the hearts of these men and women was something that made a lasting impact on me.  They were so selfless and willing to offer the shirt off their backs to those in need...for no personal gain other than the satisfaction of doing the what they feel is right.  They truly are Spreading the Better by the way they choose to serve the community and reach out to others in their time of need.
Cat and Juliann
We gave each of them a Be Better Band and shared the back story of why we chose to take this wild and crazy adventure.  They immediately put their bands on and wore them for the duration of the evening.  I have no doubt that these lovely families will bless the lives of many others in the future as they continue to provide acts of kindness and love within their communities.

Ashcraft Family with Gering and Scottsbluff Nebraska Firefighters
As we were wrapping up the evening, Ken shared with me that he and two others (Tim and their Fire Chief) drove all the way to Prescott for the memorial following the passing of our beloved GMIHC.  They sat in Tim's Toyota Center as the men were remembered and honored for their fire service. I vividly remember how packed that room was but it is amazing as I begin to learn many of the individual stories behind the crowd.  Each one, a valiant first responder, serving in the same capacity as the loved ones we lost.  When I asked them why they would chose to volunteer their time and put their very lives on the line, they responded with, "Someone's got to do it.  It might as well be me."  Wonderful examples of selflessness, integrity, and courage.

Gering Nebraska Fire Department Tribute to Granite Mountain Hotshots
In Nebraska, they celebrate Oregon Trail Days the weekend after the 4th of July.  The community gets together for cookouts, parades, carnivals, and a weekend of festivities.  In 2013, the firefighters in Gering NE put 19 sets of boots and fire gear on their fire truck and drove it through the parade in remembrance of our men.  Such an incredible tribute by such lovely people.  It was a pleasure to meet them and spend the evening learning and growing from them.  I hope their example of pulling together for the betterment of the whole will be a lesson we will all incorporate into our own lives to bless the communities in which we live.


Friday, May 1, 2015

GREG and TERRI - Boulder CO

Today we had an incredible visit in Boulder Colorado.  Every stop has been special in it's own unique way, but I have to say that this stop was the most emotional for me thus far. 
 
 
 
Greg and Terri were both raised in Boulder.  They have three grown children and are now enjoying the phase of life known as grandparenting. From what I understand...raising children is the price you pay to get grandchildren.  By observing their interaction with my kids, I can only imagine how much their grandchildren adore them!  The neighborhood Greg and Terri live in had a strikingly similar resemblance to Prescott.  Apparently it felt like home to the kids also because they were as rambunctious as they've ever been on a visit.  Sweetly, Greg said, "They're just being kids.  It's the same as our puppy acting like a puppy.  That's what they're supposed to do."

Choice, Juliann, Tate, Greg, and Terri
Each of the children had a chance to talk with Greg and Terri about the card they decorated for them.  Greg and Terri were so loving and gave each child their complete and undivided attention. 

Ryder, Greg, and Terri

Shiloh, Greg, and Terri

Shiloh, Tate, Greg, and Terri
Unfortunately, the kids were not as undistracted.  It was Greg and Terri's puppy, Addy, who ultimately won over their hearts.  Had I allowed them to, they would've stayed there for days throwing a tennis ball for Addy to play fetch.  Thanks to this past time, the four kids and Addy will all be enjoying a good night's sleep tonight.

Ryder, Tate, Addy (dog), and Shiloh

Ryder, Shiloh, Addy (dog), and Tate
It wasn't the fact that my kids loved a canine more than their own mother that made me emotional.  There are people that come into our lives at various times for certain reasons.  This visit was a testament to that principle.  Greg has been a firefighter for 35 years.  His career has been one of selfless service to the community, honorable commitment to protecting the lives of others, and brilliance in pioneering certain developments pertaining to hotshot crews around the country. 

Of course, all of those things lead to the fact that Terri is a phenomenally strong and supportive wife.  Her role in the family is something that I could relate to extremely well, however, my 3 years in that supportive role is a drop in the bucket to the 35 years she has behind her.  The first thing that Terri said to me when I was privileged to meet her today was, "I am the wife and the mother of wildland firefighters".  I was immediately moved by her comment and my heart began swelling in my chest.  She is a hero!  She has spent the nights of worry just as I did as a wife, and as my mother-in-law did as a mother.  She is no stranger to raising her children seemingly alone while her husband courageously defends the community against the forces of nature.  Not only that, when they were first married, the hotshots went on assignments for three weeks straight (plus travel days on top of that). Still only having two days off in between.  I can't imagine the strain that placed on families.


Terri and Juliann
Their son Weston was a hotshot in Greybull Wyoming and now works with Nature Conservancy.  He followed in his father's footsteps; Greg was a hotshot on the same crew in Greybull, Wyoming for several years before he and Terri moved back to Colorado.  He now works for the Boulder Fire Department in the Wildland Division.  Their crew is referred to as the "Hot Irons".  This peaked my interest as it is often pointed out that the Granite Mountain Hotshot Crew was the only crew under the direction of a City Fire Department.  Greg filled me in on some fascinating details pertaining to his crew and GMIHC.

When Chief Willis and Eric Marsh were working to form the Wildland Division within the Prescott Fire Department, Greg was involved in assisting Eric.  They spoke several times on the phone as Eric asked many questions of how they operate the Wildland Division within the Boulder Fire Department.  Greg recalls not only speaking several times to Eric on the phone but also working alongside him on fires occasionally. 

Greg humbly shared with me that almost everyone on his crew knew someone on the Granite Mountain Hotshots who lost their life fighting the Yarnell Hill Fire.  He shared with me that it was a very difficult event for his crew to work through, as well as all hotshot crews.  Greg smiled as he told me that everyone in the fire community knew who the Granite Mountain Hotshots were.  That their reputation spread far and wide within the brotherhood and they were loved and respected. 


Greg, Shiloh, Addy (dog), Ryder, Choice, Juliann, Tate, and Terri
Greg and Terri were not strangers to the story of Andrew's Be Better Band.  When we gave them their own bands and t-shirts, they told us of how they came to know of our family.  Greg attended a firefighter training in Louisiana where he was one of the instructors discussing the aftermath and necessary courses of action after tragedy befalls first responders.  At that same conference, he listened to the presentation made by the Fire Chief from Mayor, Arizona regarding the Yarnell Hill Fire. As part of that presentation, he showed a video that the kids and I made to remember Andrew on the year anniversary of his death.  Greg expressed that he was so moved by the video and the resemblance between Andrew and his son Weston, that he couldn't make it through the whole video without putting his head in his lap.  Terri never saw the video, so I have shared the link below for anyone interested in watching it...

https://youtu.be/L3L9Ew-GmaQ

A few resemblances between Greg and Andrew brought a smile to my face and a tear to my eye.  Greg was wearing a belt almost identical to the one that Andrew wore.  And of course, the mustache.  Just as Andrew's mustache allowed for the nickname STACHE-CRAFT, Greg's mustache is referred to by his family (named by their daughter when she was a small child) as his MUSH-MASH.


Greg
I shared a wonderful and heartfelt conversation with Greg regarding the work of a wildland firefighter and his take on the events that took place in Yarnell.  He said that when people ask him "How could that happen", he replies with, "If you don't know, you haven't been in this business long enough".  Greg shared many personal experiences with me that he's had on the fire line where he was certain he was watched over by a guardian angel.  Many close calls have come his way and he was blessed to survive because in his words..."it just wasn't my time".  I found great peace and solace in his belief that it was Andrew and the other 18 Granite Mountain Hotshots time.  He went on to say that he believes this would have been the way that the guys would've chosen to go because they were there together with their close friends and brothers, in an environment that was a sanctuary to them, one they understood and respected, and it was very quick.  Greg added that he would be okay dying in that fashion other than the grief it would bring his family.  It was comforting to hear a fellow firefighter say that it is something they understand in their soul, that this is a very real possibility that firefighters accept in selecting this career. 

Addy (dog), Greg, Shiloh, Ryder, Choice, Juliann, Tate, and Terri

Greg was an outstanding example of a powerful and gentle man.  He had the character and integrity that I came to love and admire about the Granite Mountain Hotshots. He was a prime example of what the GMIHC referred to as "a lifer"...someone who loved it too much to ever leave it. Andrew was one of several among the crew who was given that title.

Terri and Greg wanted us to know that there were several members of the Boulder Fire Department who made donations to this cause and they didn't want to leave them out.  They also left us with a beautiful souvenir to take home with us...two patches from their Fire Department here in Boulder.  As we were leaving, Terri brought me to tears when she said..."If she doesn't mind an old man with a walker, I know Greg would be honored to walk Shiloh down the isle if she needed a firefighter fill-in father".  What a strength and bond that exists within this loving community of comrades. I felt like we had visited family today...and now I KNOW we did.
 

Shiloh, Addy (dog), Greg, Ryder, Choice, and Tate

We spent a few minutes enjoying the beauty of downtown Boulder before heading off to our next destination.

Tate, Choice, Shiloh, and Ryder
 The tulips were absolutely breathtaking, however, the kids were a little spooked by the statues.
 

Ryder, Tate, Shiloh, and Choice
Naturally, the girls were fascinated by the unique jewelry collection offered in Boulder.  This picture is the only thing we brought with us though...no worries.

Juliann and Shiloh

Morghen took the older two kids to enjoy Ben & Jerry's while I stayed with the sleeping younger boys.  They had a very "sweet" time!
 

Morghen, Shiloh, and Ryder
Next stop...Nebraska.