My BFF

Out of the blue, I answered a call from an unknown number. Breaking with my usual routine of screening my calls, I was surprised to hear the voice of a close friend I hadn’t spoken to in 20 years. He was in town for a wedding. We met up at a restaurant and spent several hours catching up on each other’s lives. We shared stories about the trials and tribulations of our journeys.

The interaction wasn’t by any means unusual. People spontaneously reach out to say “Hi.” Or they bump into lost friends or acquaintances when one or the other is visiting or back in their hometown. Though our lives have taken very different paths, it was really great seeing my friend. But, of course, not every reunion is this joyful.

Fortunately, our interaction was the former.

We said we would stay in touch, and I left feeling really glad to have had the get-together. Time will tell if we do stay in contact, and I started thinking about the way friends move into and out of one another’s lives.

Making friends is vital to healthy development beginning in early childhood. I remember having one particular “best friend” in first grade. We shared a fascination with World War II movies. We even managed to work those situations into totally unrelated school writing assignments. You’d be surprised to learn how often, in the middle of a story about a dog playing in the yard, the Japanese would suddenly attack.

Throughout school and work, we meet and befriend others. In some instances, those friends become an enduring – even lifelong part of us. Others weave in and out, and sometimes back in again. Some make their mark, then fade into memory. Our interests or circumstances change. A rift begins over a behavior or unkind remark, and we have a falling out. And people die. All these situations bring together and then separate friends.

The wise philosopher Homer (Simpson) once proclaimed, “To alcohol – the cause of, and solution to, all of life’s problems.” The same can be said of Facebook. I’ve seen variations in social media on the theme of friendship, where someone posts a remark about “unfriending” someone. It’s sometimes prefaced with a proclamation: “No real friend would ever (insert situation here);” or “If you are reading this, then you are still (in my contacts).”

I don’t believe that when someone exits our circle it means they were never really a friend. Of course they were! People spend time as a part of our lives for a reason. That reason is different for each relationship. Perhaps it is to get through a difficult situation, learn a particular life lesson, or to fulfill a mutual need. When we experience a new chapter – be it a job change, a new home purchase, or an exploration of a common interest, and make acquaintances – those “new” chapters get replaced by even NEWER ones. When a movie ends, we turn off the TV and go on to our next activity. It doesn’t make that movie bad. It makes it completed. Maybe it makes sense to think less of a friendship ending; and rather, think of it as completing.

Consider more positive approaches: “You were the perfect person to share what I experienced;” or “I am exactly who you needed in this moment of your life.” The moment could have lasted for half an hour, or for 60 years and counting. That brief friendship doesn’t become less important. The life moment itself just turned out to be of a shorter duration, or lesser impact.

Many Stephen King stories have been adapted into movies or TV shows. Although most know him for horror or supernatural themes, I think his most profound works are not. The first example is The Shawshank Redemption, a novella about a man serving a life sentence for a crime he didn’t commit. Another is Stand By Me, a coming-of-age story about adolescence. The final quote from the movie may sum up this idea better than I:

I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was 12. Jesus, does anybody?”

-Toph

Something in the Way She Moves…

Everyone knows social media can be problematic.  It’s easy to get bogged down in appearances—like the whole world is living an epic adventure, while your own life feels dull or disappointing.  But here’s the truth: most people are posting their greatest hits—a highlight reel.  Meanwhile, I’m mentally comparing it to my bloopers and practical jokes.  Here’s the reality of it. Facebook is like a cover letter.  Nobody talks about the time they got written up for a long lunch or describes the PowerPoint that flopped. People post their wins.

Challenges and shortcomings notwithstanding, social media DOES have its benefits.  Among them, it can expose us to new ideas and experiences. It is precisely one of those situations I’m delving into today.

I read an interesting online magazine article on wildlife photography; and before I knew it, I was getting suggestions of related groups in Facebook.

It’s like someone was spying on me….

Much of my life has been spent outdoors.  A recent article I wrote goes into that, but suffice to say, I’m not a novice.  Many wild animals are familiar: raccoons, coyotes, deer, owls, hawks and other birds of prey weren’t new to me.  I’ve also encountered a few that are specific to my new stomping grounds.  Things like javelinas, roadrunners, tarantulas, and scorpions have also availed themselves a chance peek now and then.

However, there is one experience that I have entirely missed, and Facebook reminded me of it.  I now live in the rattlesnake capital of the world.  Arizona boasts 13 different species of them.  But I have never found one in the wild.  NEVER.

Hey – QUIET! Nobody moves. Toph’s coming!

I started researching articles and YouTube videos on rattlesnakes.  Like most spontaneous ideas, I jumped in feet first.  I devoured information.  And last week, I felt ready to go out searching.

I live near a National Park, and there is a trail head about 10 minutes from my house.  I haven’t explored it much – only driven by it a few times.  It’s the opposite direction of anything else I usually do.  But last Friday, I drove straight there to look for rattlesnakes.  It was dark when I arrived.

Unfamiliar with the layout, I didn’t have a specific direction in mind.  I walked perpendicular to the parking lot, and straight into a flat, rocky landscape of low brush and towering saguaro.  I was using a cheap (read: free) blue Harbor Freight flashlight and carrying my wife’s good camera. And like the area I was exploring, I was rather unfamiliar with the workings of this second instrument – more on that in a moment.

As I meandered, I thought about how ill-prepared I was for this little excursion.  For an experienced backpacker and Outdoor Recreation major, I should have known to bring some basic gear with me.  At the very least, I should have had a bottle of water.

You’re in the damn Sonoran Desert, for crying out loud!

Regardless, I forged through the field like Hansel and Gretel toward the witch’s house.  As my flashlight began to fade, I walked into a small, sandy clearing.  There wasn’t a lot of moonlight.  A “waning crescent” only exposes about 10% light, and it was overcast as well.  But soon, a round, grey lump came into view, and I got a little shiver up my spine.

That’s a snake!”

I stood, motionless for what seemed like an hour, though it was probably closer to 30 seconds.  As the initial surprise abated, I slowly began to creep closer until I was about 6 feet from her.  She stayed perfectly still (which I must say, was very polite of her).  I spent several minutes messing around with the camera, trying to adjust the flash settings, but eventually gave up and switched to auto-focus.  I took several shots with the camera and a few more with my phone, just in case. 

All told, I probably spent 20 minutes marveling at this little gal.  I was trying to be as unobtrusive as possible.  To her credit, she never rattled.  Only once in the entire encounter did she even move; the first time the shutter clicked, her head twitched toward me.  After our mutually respectful visit, I began my meander back to the car.

The next morning, my wife assisted me in reviewing the photos.  Several were blurry or ill framed, but there were also a few nice ones.  I determined that it was probably a Western Diamondback (Crotalus atrox).  This initial appraisal was later confirmed on one of those Facebook groups.

Pleased to meet you.

My anecdotes usually reflect on familiar subjects – things I’ve enjoyed since childhood.  In this case, I’m exploring something that isn’t entirely’ foreign.  It’s more like is a fresh take on an old interest.  Hiking at night, especially in the American Southwestern desert, is an amazing activity.  I was enveloped in a dark but sensory rich environment.  The little bit of light I had gave me glimpses of arachnides and insects who probably weren’t expecting me.  They timidly drew away from my probing light.  I also surprised a few desert pocket mice (which is a good sign if one is looking for snakes).

As mentioned earlier, there are 13 species of rattlesnake that live here.

I found ONE

-Toph