Monday, August 17, 2026

Be Careful Out There!

 

Coming up on the final days of summer 2026, I was reminded recently of the need to take common sense with you when you travel into the backwoods of Oregon--or anywhere else.  On a hike a few weeks ago, a companion and I encountered a man in shorts and a t-shirt carrying no water or a backpack. His face was sweaty and turning red; he looked hot, miserable, and ill-prepared for a hike.  When I inquired about how he was doing, he said he was trying to catch up to his family, who he expected to be hiking out of the park that day.  I tried to offer him a bottled water, but he refused.  He left me with an uncomfortable feeling that I would see him again on the evening news.  I remember passing a search-and-rescue team once as I was heading out, and they were heading in; there is something a bit sobering about seeing the column of young, fit people with stern expressions, followed by deputies.  Of course, it's even more sobering when the rescue team is there to extricate a loved one.  As a guy who has had to hike out of the Mt. Jefferson Wilderness in the dark with a barely working flashlight after my father broke his leg on an upper trail, take it from me: you need to respect the wilderness as much as you appreciate its beauty.


I have shared hiking safety tips in the past, but I'll add a new one to the list today.  Don't forget your personal locator device or a satellite communication tool — especially if you're like me and tend to hike alone.  I use a Motorola texting device that lets me text anywhere I have my iPhone and open sky above.  It's not always perfect, but I see it as taking a degree of responsibility for my own well-being and safety.  In the Mt Jefferson Wilderness in particular, I've now seen both a cougar and a brown bear at fairly close range.  The cougar was surprisingly large.  That's one reason why I have added bear spray and/or a firearm to my list of recommended items; better safe than sorry.  (I tend to carry both now.)  Before carrying one, of course, make sure you have trained (and continue training) on how to use it.  For example, when I used to work in the loss prevention, safety, and security fields, I would sometimes imagine scenarios and work through how I might respond to them.  At least once, and probably more, this mental rehearsal proved useful when there was no time to really think.  I recall, for instance, pretty confidently using pepper mace the first time in downtown Bellingham late one night when a fellow was getting his head repeatedly bashed into the downtown sidewalk in a vicious attack.  Seconds do count.  Be aware, incidentally, that it's best to avoid spraying pepper spray of any kind into the wind.  (I never did that, but I do vaguely recall testing my spray once.)

It occurred to me that I was perhaps somewhat close to being one of those lost in the great outdoors, too.  When I was a young boy, my mother took me car camping in Washington State Dungeness Spit State Park.  I somehow managed to squeeze out of the backseat of her Vega and open the front door of the car in the middle of the drizzly night.  I sleepwalked from one side of the park to the other.  I recall my wool socks splashing in big puddles in the pitch-black of the night.  I recall waking up just enough to decide on directions before falling back asleep.  I even remember standing at the top of a high bluff overlooking the ocean and staring off at distant twinkling lights across the water (Port Angeles, I think).  I am not sure how close I came to the edge, or even where I precisely was.  Despite it being too dark to see the parked cars in the campground, I don't recall being afraid.  I didn't wake up until I returned and opened the car door, giving my mother a scare she would not soon forget.

To give a taste of the unusual disappearances and attacks in Oregon, I am sharing a few links below.


Article detailing national park murder of the Cowden family in Southern Oregon (along with many other missing cases).  (Go to the Carberry Creek incident.)

Below is a segment from David Paulides of the CanAm Missing 411 Project.  This incident starts around the 47-minute mark.



In a related digression, here are some links to missing persons-related sites.

Saturday, June 20, 2026

Introducing Hiking / Photography Video

If you're in Oregon (or visiting), here are directions to my favorite photographic viewpoint of Mt. Jefferson. It's easier than the hike up Grizzly Peak, and it's arguably a better view. 

Bear in mind (no pun intended) that there are black bears in these woods, as well as cougars. I saw my first black bear on this last hike. Also, while the Forest Service doesn't exactly have transparent records, there have been a handful of disappearances into the Mt Jefferson Wilderness. The most well-known example was Riley Zickel, who disappeared in 2016. As seems often the case, his remains were found years later in an area previously searched.  Ensure you are always prepared for unexpected challenges and hazards.


Below is a short AI risk analysis of this area.


AreaLost Hiker RiskClimbing RiskSAR Activity
Jefferson ParkHighModerateVery High
Russell GlacierModerateHighHigh
Mount Jefferson SummitLowVery HighHigh
Three-Fingered JackLowHighModerate
Pamelia BasinModerateLowModerate
Marion LakeModerateLowModerate





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Monday, June 15, 2026

Japan's High Flying Balloon Bombs of WWII

On May 5, 1945, six Southern Oregon picnickers were killed by one of many balloon bombs indiscriminately launched by Japan.  While it was the only balloon known to have caused injuries in the mainland United States, I decided to share a short post about this event because of a family connection.  At that time, my grandfather, Leo Rand, was serving as a young pastor at the Christian Missionary Alliance Church in Wolf Creek, Oregon.  He and my grandmother, Helen Rand, both knew the adult named Elsie Mitchell who lost her life, and they may have likely known others as well.  They certainly knew Rev. Archie Mitchell who witnessed the explosion from a distance, and we think my grandfather may have officiated this funeral.  Sadly, another family memory from my grandmother, Helen Rand, was that Elsie would occasionally predict she was "going to be famous" in college.  Another sad dimension of this true account is the presumed death of the Rev. Archie Mitchell in the mission field overseas.  (Wikipedia has a well-researched article on this Japanese attack. It's also a good source to visit for additional resources.)

What prompted me to remember this piece of Oregon history was a very nice video I recently watched by Steve from Sidetrack Adventures.  I invite you to take a look at his journey below to this site situated near the town of Bly.




Saturday, June 6, 2026

An Interview of Karl Erickson by His Wife, Kimberly (Repost from 2014)

I first met Karl Erickson in Seattle during a New Testament class at Seattle Pacific University. We were married several years later, and I can still say that I am married to my best friend. Karl Erickson is a writer, husband, father, and employee for the State of Oregon. Since 2005, Karl has written nearly fifty articles—e.g. America, National Catholic Weekly and This Rock--two children’s books (Toupee Mice, and Tristan’s Travels), as well as a new mystery novel, The Blood Cries Out. His Catholic faith seems to come through in whatever he writes, but maybe not in the expected way. For example, his new novel, The Blood Cries Out, comes across as real life. His character, David, faces problems and temptations and deals with everyday life. What makes it different from most mysteries is that David seems to let his steps be guided by God. This is my interview with my husband, Karl Erickson.

  1. What inspires you to write?
People and situations catch my interest, and I like to imagine what the backstory is. When I was a kid, I was fascinated with distant lights—especially twinkling lights on the dark ocean. To me, each pinpoint of light represented an untold story. Looking further back, my mother always took time to read good books to me; Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, and George MacDonald were some of our favorites. The written word was always highly prized in my home growing up, and this became a fertile soil for stories to take root. 
Strangely enough, sometimes when I find myself spending a lot of time in Catholic churches, I feel like somehow the experience blasts away writer’s block and opens my mind more. It’s not that I’m writing about anything relating to the service itself per se, but there’s a quality of creative freedom that seems to come to me through the act of worship
  1. Why do you write?
Usually, I have a passion to write a particular piece or scene. Other times, I feel I should address something by writing about it. If given the choice between speaking and writing, I often would select writing; it just feels more natural to me. The satisfaction of finishing a strong piece is also highly rewarding. When I’m deeply immersed in a passage I’m writing, I lose track of time to such a degree that it can be startling to return to the here and now. There’s not really anything else quite like it. The creative process still remains somewhat mysterious to me, but I am thankful to God for any talent He’s seen fit to give me.
  1. Where do your ideas come from?
When I was younger, I had a habit of keeping a little notebook on me to take down character sketches or story ideas. I remember sitting on a city bus, and taking notes on the strange conversations I’d overhear. These days, I’ll sometimes make a voice memo on my iPhone or e-mail a note to myself. The ideas themselves usually come from life observed, but they can also be sparked indirectly by either the writings of others or historical events. In the case of my novel, for example, a poet’s account of finding some old, bloody clothing from Oregon’s Snake River Massacre played an important part. I also enjoy writing the kind of fiction I really love reading myself. There are authors who write styles of fiction they don’t personally enjoy reading, and I think this shows a lack of respect for their audience.
  1. How do you go about your writing?
With my fulltime day job and a family, it’s definitely hard to find time to write. Sometimes I may be unable to write for a week or two, but writing is like exercising in that it’s really important to keep at it. If I find myself in a situation like this, I’ll try to make time to write during late evenings or maybe Sunday afternoons. It doesn’t have to be long; any time spent writing often helps me get back into the “creative groove.” I can’t forget music. Having music on helps me concentrate.
  1. Do you have any ideas for future books?
I do, but I’m still focusing on promoting The Blood Cries Out right now. If it’s sales continue to improve, I may very well pursue a sequel. I’d like to eventually move the series to the San Juan Islands, but that’s just one option being explored right now.
  1. What do you like to do besides writing?
I love hiking and nature photography. Lately, I’ve been enjoying finding patterns in nature to photograph—from water droplets in a mountain waterfall to intertwined tree roots in the forest. One of my favorite recent photographs is the first one showcased on my new Water and Ice page.
  1. How do you respond when asked whether, or not, you are a Catholic fiction author?
Well, I am a Catholic writer, but I try to avoid emphasizing this fact too much. Like I heard a Catholic singer recently explain in an interview, I don’t want the Catholic dimension of my authorship to be a significant selling point; I’d like the story to or fall stand on its own merits. Let’s face it, modern Catholic fiction has lost something of its past luster. Too often the story doesn’t come first; the story is just a means to make or illustrate a point, and this betrays a lack of respect for the reader.  I'd like to help change this.  I think it's also critical that Catholic fiction takes into account real life situations.  That is, anyone can be saved in a story where God's power is like a magic wand that heals and saves effortlessly, or where daily life is sanitized.  I want to write fiction that demonstrates how real characters handle trials that are true to life. 
When it comes to fiction for older readers, my pet peeve is sanitizing dialogue or situations for the taste and preferences of the writer or a select group of potential readers. If you have a story, tell it truthfully and with authenticity. As Flannery O'Connor so eloquently put it, “Fiction is about everything human and we are made out of dust, and if you scorn getting yourself dusty, then you shouldn't try to write fiction. It's not a grand enough job for you.”
Not too long ago, I was discussing my novel with some fellow Catholic writers who were very passionately debating their view that profanity had no place in fiction--especially the writing of a Catholic. While I don't agree with this premise at all, it did encourage me to lighten the profanity in The Blood Cries Out just slightly--as a courtesy, you might say. Some might argue that my lightening of the profanity was an unnecessary sacrifice to political correctness or prudishness, but I suggest that realism and truth can be achieved with a lighter touch at times. Finding that balance can be a real challenge, but it's what lies at the heart of writing that matters the most: truth.
  1. What can you share about your spiritual journey?
I was raised in Evangelical Protestant churches. In fact, my wife and I were both raised in churches of the Wesleyan tradition: Nazarene and Free Methodist. My grandfather, a retired minister from the Christian Missionary Alliance, helped me understand at an early age that we need to be reverent before God, and avoid transforming our services into mere entertainment. Even though our family was Protestant, my mother placed me in a Catholic school. This turned out to be an important influence in the future.
We never intended to become Catholics, but for the first fifteen years, or so, of our marriage, we were pretty miserable in regards to finding a church home. We visited church after church—from Free Methodist and Lutheran to Episcopal. In looking back, each church we attended seemed to bring us closer and closer to the Catholic Church. The liturgy and the sacraments began to be more fully understood and valued as we journeyed on.
When we began to study Saint Peter, in particular, we were struck with the fact that this first pope of the Church was entrusted by Jesus Himself with the keys to bind and loose. That is, real authority was given to this man (and his successors) by Jesus. 
Christian unitywas also terribly important to us. In particular, we were struck by passages like 1 Corinthians 3:1-23 or John 17:11, which reads...
"I will remain in the world no longer, but they are still in the world, and I am coming to you. Holy Father, protect them by the power of your name—the name you gave me—so that they may be one as we are one."
The writings of C.S. Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien, and G.K. Chesterton were also profoundly important in our decision to join the Catholic Church. In Lewis’ essay entitled “The Fern-seed and the Elephant”, for example, it seemed his words were directed straight at us as we debated whether, or not, to leave the Episcopal Church.
It’s impossible for me to read verses like this and not be struck with the vital importance of Christian unity, since we all are members of the mystical body of Christ. I ended an article of mine on unity with the following words. 
"It was Pope John Paul II’s tireless ecumenical work that first caught our attention years ago. Slowly, it dawned on my Protestant family that the pope was indeed right.... Whether Protestant or Catholic, we all follow the same Good Shepherd, and it’s time this separated family came back to the house of their fathers."
For our conversion story, please visit Catholic.com.

Saturday, April 11, 2026

New Home for Writing

 

Because of some special projects on the horizon, I recently decided to upgrade to a new domain website.  You can find most of what was on the previous site here.  Some pages, such as Publications, are still reserved for the original pages.  The old site is planned to remain up as a supplement to the new pages.  The site is managed by Tertulia by Authors.


Munson Falls, Oregon



Sunday, March 8, 2026

Today's Gospel Reading (John 4:5-42): A Selection of Homilies

 
Samaritana (Samaritan Woman) by Julio Romero de Torres.


Today's readings, with particular emphasis on John 4:5-42, are particularly worth study and reflection. One aspect that I find fascinating is how Hosea* is fulfilled in Christ's interactions at Jacob's Well. God seeks out a thirsty, lost Judah, as one seeking a lost child or sheep. Even the five husbands of the Samaritan woman serve a dual role, reflecting the captors of the northern kingdom: Assyria, Babylon, Persia, Greece, and (present) Rome. Today's post is a collection of homilies on today's Gospel.


*Here are some of the relevant passages from the prophet Hosea.

15And there I will give her her vineyards, and make the Valley of A'chor a door of hope. And there she shall answer as in the days of her youth, as at the time when she came out of the land of Egypt. 16 “And in that day, says the LORD, you will call me, ‘My husband,’ and no longer will you call me, ‘My Ba'al.’ 17For I will remove the names of the Ba'als from her mouth, and they shall be mentioned by name no more. 18And I will make for you g a covenant on that day with the beasts of the field, the birds of the air, and the creeping things of the ground; and I will abolish h the bow, the sword, and war from the land; and I will make you lie down in safety. 19And I will espouse you for ever; I will espouse you in righteousness and in justice, in steadfast love, and in mercy. 20I will espouse you in faithfulness; and you shall know the LORD. 21“And in that day, says the LORD, I will answer the heavens and they shall answer the earth; 22and the earth shall answer the grain, the wine, and the oil, and they shall answer Jezre'el; i 23  and I will sow him j for myself in the land. And I will have pity on Not pitied, and I will say to Not my people, ‘You are my people’; and he shall say ‘You are my God.’ ”


PRESS, IGNATIUS. Ignatius Bible: Revised Standard Version - Burgundy - Second Catholic Edition (pp. 2149-2150). Ignatius Press. Kindle Edition. 


6 “Come, let us return to the LORD; for he has torn, that he may heal us; he has stricken, and he will bind us up. 2After two days he will revive us; on the third day he will raise us up, that we may live before him. 3Let us know, let us press on to know the LORD; his going forth is sure as the dawn; he will come to us as the showers, as the spring rains that water the earth.” 4What shall I do with you, O E'phraim? What shall I do with you, O Judah? Your love is like a morning cloud, like the dew that goes early away.


PRESS, IGNATIUS. Ignatius Bible: Revised Standard Version - Burgundy - Second Catholic Edition (p. 2155). Ignatius Press. Kindle Edition. 


11For you also, O Judah, a harvest is appointed. When I would restore the fortunes of my people, 7 when I would heal Israel, the corruption of E'phraim is revealed, and the wicked deeds of Samar'ia; for they deal falsely, the thief breaks in, and the bandits raid without. 2But they do not consider that I remember all their evil works.


PRESS, IGNATIUS. Ignatius Bible: Revised Standard Version - Burgundy - Second Catholic Edition (pp. 2155-2156). Ignatius Press. Kindle Edition. 


Below are several gathered homilies, as well as a few other related selections, on the fourth chapter of John. Even though not a Catholic, I included a short excerpt from a message by Rev. Billy Graham.


(Mother Angelica)

                                      

 (Bishop Baron)


           (Excerpt, Rev Billy Graham)    


  

Queen of Peace, Salem. (Father Carey)

                                               (Bishop Fulton Sheen)




Saturday, February 21, 2026

U-2 Lets Us Down Again

 

Now, don't take me wrong.  I began as a U-2 fan, but it's been a while.  Back in the late 1980s, for instance, U-2 songs got me through the hard work and isolation of one summer in particular.  Their music meant quite a bit to me back then, working on Whidbey Island.  Fast forward a few decades, and I even served as a guest DJ of sorts on Sirius XM's U2 channel, where I highlighted songs like Sunday Bloody Sunday, Where the Streets Have No Name (with Amazing Grace segue), and 40.

The remakes of the classic songs were irritating, but I didn't say much about them.  I will say now that they feel like all the power and testosterone have been sucked out of them.  I recall them whining recently about artists being allowed to change their style.  I can understand that as a writer.  I wrote a collection of short stories for a somewhat similar reason.  It remains, however, that artists, musicians, and authors can adopt whichever style they may prefer, but it doesn't mean their audience is locked into supporting their new works.  Frequently, the audiences are not.  When groups like U-2 rewrite classic songs in such a strange, discordant way, it betrays, in my mind, a degree of disrespect toward their original audience.

Add to that, and now Bono is endeavoring to stoke hysteria and anger in the United States concerning certain political issues du jour.  I am seriously tired of being preached to by wealthy, out-of-touch entertainers who embrace whichever cause they think will further their careers.  They preach the dangers of carbon whilst traveling on their private aircraft: hypocrites!  At one point, the band emphasized Christianity and truth before the lie, then, some decades later, they supported the legalization of infanticide in Ireland.  I am getting to the point of being sorely tempted to get rid of their music.  For now, I will remember them as they were and not as they are or have become.  They are such a disappointment.