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Sam vs. Jury Duty – Tips for Full Time Travelers

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I spent a few days this last week as a member of a jury in a criminal trial. This is my second time serving in a jury in spite of only being summoned to service twice. I guess I have one of those faces.

Jury duty is one of the more painful civic duties for a full-time traveler. It requires being in a specific place at a specific time, just for the chance you are selected. If you are self-employed (as I am) then you also lose out on work during your service.

Being in a jury is an inconvenience, but it is educational. It also gave me more confidence in our legal system as I observed some of the inner workings of our judicial system.

In my case, the jury ruled not guilty of the serious charges against the defendant. Everyone on the jury thought something happened but there was not enough evidence to remove reasonable doubt. While the accused may have been guilty (of something) and gone free, we avoided the horror of convicting an innocent person.

I’m glad that it’s hard to convict somebody of a crime, and that we are innocent until proven guilty beyond a reasonable doubt.

Tips for Jury Selection for Full-Time travelers or otherwise busy folk:

Being excused from jury service is rare. Most excuses result in a delay in your service, not being excused all together.

You can shift your assigned jury time. The court knows that people have obligations and are willing to work around them. If you have a family reunion or a work conference, they will be happy to schedule your service after you return. Your jury paperwork will include instructions on how to notify the court of any such issues you have. Expect to receive another notice soon after your conflicting event.

You might be able to ask for a specific dates. Full-time travelers rarely return ‘home’, but you might be planning a trip through your home state sometime soon anyway. I delayed once because of a family reunion. When I received another notice shortly after that, and I called the jury clerk at the number listed on my summons to explain our situation. The jury clerk was both cheerful and happy to work with me, and assigned me to the week we already planned to be in town visiting family.

Even if you receive jury summons, you might not be selected for the jury. The jury selection process takes about a half-day. If you are not selected, you are usually done with your jury service for a few years. Jurors are selected in a random order. The computer system assigns you a juror number and you are selected in order unless excluded. Valid reasons for exclusion include knowing anybody involved or having a family member convicted of a similar crime. High numbers are less likely to be selected.

You will be told the expected length of the trial during the jury selection process. If you have scheduled travel, know the dates in advance. The court will ask about conflicts for the trial period, and you might be excused.

Be ready if you decide to delay. When I was first summoned, my juror number (called a reporting number on the paperwork) was in the 20s. When I delayed, my juror number was quite low. After my request for the specific dates, I was juror number 1.  Juror number 2 had also asked for a delay of one week. With low numbers, we were more likely to be selected for the jury unless we were excused for some reason. Your local court system might well run things differently, but that’s how it rolls here in Utah.

Go, and enjoy your jury service. In spite of the inconvenience I really enjoyed my time. The ‘commute’ on the local mass transit system down to the court was a nice change of pace. I learned more about the criminal court system and enjoyed the time with the other jurors. Being a good citizen is important, and I was pleased to be support our legal system in such an important role.

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Teamwork and Bad Marriage Advice

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Perhaps the greatest dynamic in our marriage is teamwork. Without working together as a team, there is no sane way to manage a road trip that spans years. I don’t mean to say that Jess and I do everything together. We often split duties and spend our days doing very different things, but as a whole we try and keep our goals aligned and approach them as a team.

In church this week we had a lesson on preparing for and strengthening marriage. The lesson was in Elders Quorum (mormon speak for a group of 18 to 45ish year old men), so the class discussion involved mostly married, middle-aged men. I really enjoy Elders Quorum lessons, and discussing the Gospel of Christ together with other husbands and fathers is rewarding and motivating.

This lesson on marriage was no different, and I came away with some new thoughts and ideas on both the value of marriage and things I could do to improve my own.

Mixed in with the excellent advice was some downright terrible advice shared by the others in the class. I can’t fault these men directly, as this advice seems quite common in our culture.

Learn to say ‘Yes Dear’

This is terrible advice, and I’ve heard it from many men over the span of decades. A few years ago, I heard a coworker share that advice with another soon-to-be-married young man at the same company.

“Steve!” I said, “That is terrible advice, and you don’t follow it either!”

Steve quickly admitted so with a laugh. Though I did call Steve on his words, I did hold my tongue in my church meeting, as I was unable to find a constructive way to share my thoughts at the time.

The perspectives offered by both parties in a marriage can bring value and insight. As a couple works together to understand the desires and points of view of each other, I believe they grow stronger. Disagreements are a natural result of two persons sharing a life. Seeking to understand our spouse and trying to understand what (and not who) is right will bring us closer together.

Advising someone to capitulate to their spouse in any disagreement is simply terrible advice.

Be a Team

Adventures in life are better when you have a great partner in those adventures. I believe marriage was designed to help us grow and learn together. Being united in our goals, patient with each other, and seeking to learn from each other and the world around us is vital to creating a strong team.

Now, anybody that knows me understands that I am not the perfect husband. These ideals I write of are my goals and, well, ideals. Even with the best goal in mind my execution ranges between imperfect and downright terrible. I hope my thoughts and encouragement are worthwhile anyway.

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Crossing Paths With Our Former Selves

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We woke up today in Site 65 in Saint Andrews State Park, just outside Panama City, Florida. Quite notably, this is the exact place we were two years ago, December 10th, 2013.

In 2013, we were headed west, ultimately to Southern California. We had just enjoyed Thanksgiving with friends in Tampa, and spent the next few months traveling West. Now, in 2015, we are heading east, making our way to the Florida Keys where we will spend Christmas.

Being here, on the same day, forces me to remember my former self, and recall our plans, emotions, goals, and fears. What were we thinking!?! How could we possibly travel full-time, exploring as we go? How can we live in such a small space? Will this really work? Will home-school work out? Can we really afford to do this?

Since then, our little family has enjoyed countless adventures, just a few of which I’ll highlight, in no particular order:

  • Baking freshly picked blackberry desserts on the North Coast of California.
  • Exploring the unknown Chiricahua National Monument in South-Eastern Arizona.
  • Spending days in beautiful view of the Grand Tetons.
  • Meeting countless friends around the country.
  • Backpacking in a Canadian National Park.
  • Riding Slickrock in Moab, UT.
  • Waking up to hot air balloons in Sedona, Arizona.
  • Exploring the USS Midway aircraft carrier.
  • Backpacking for Thanksgiving.
  • Visiting the McIlhenny Tabasco Sauce Factory in Louisiana.
  • Installing solar panels, upgrading the batteries, and adding an inverter.
  • Parallel parking the Airstream in Joshua Tree National Park, Jumbo Rocks Campground.
  • Mountain biking in Minnesota.
  • Enjoying sea-urchins in San Diego.
  • Seeking out local pizza all over the country.
  • Driving on the Bonneville Speedway on the Salt Flats in Utah.
  • Exploring numerous caves.
  • Shoe-skiing down glaciers.
  • Backpacking on the Apostle Islands
  • Exploring the Olympic Peninsula.
  • Selling our sticks-and-bricks house.
  • Canadian Poutine.
  • Crabbing on the Oregon Coast.
  • Helping Cara hike 4 10+ mile hikes before she turned 5.
  • Numerous desert Sunsets.
  • Swimming on the Atlantic, Pacific, and Gulf Coasts.
  • Touring the Hoover Dam.
  • Driving into Mexico for a beach day.
  • Eating ice-cream at Mount Rushmore.
  • Demolishing the Pig Trough pie platter at Betty’s Pies in Minnesota. Twice.
  • Enjoying the city library on Mackinac Island.
  • Andrew’s first 25 mile bike ride, before he turned 8.
  • Seeing Spanish Moss for the first time.

Have faith, former selves. Your next two years will be amazing, challenging, rejuvenating, exhausting, wonderful, and frustrating. And ENTIRELY worth it.

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Michigan Musings of Sam

Sam vs The Off-Season Canoe Rental

canoeOur visit to the Bruin Lake Campground of the Pinckney Recreation Area was intended to be a little quiet and boring. Our loop of Lake Superior and subsequent re-entry into the USA and visits with friends left us with a list of stuff that just needed to get done. We even passed on a wonderful invitation to a nearby art show just to have a little peace and quiet. The park was perfect. Peace and quiet abounded, and Jess and I were knocking down to-do list items right and left. The limited recreation options nearby made it easy to focus on working hard.

The trouble was the lake. It is beautiful, and the fall weather was amazing. We were surprised to find that canoe rentals were still possible despite being well past labor day. Hmm… I thought, a canoe rental sounds great.

It was such a good idea, yet somehow, I completely managed to botch it.

A sign near the entrance to the park provided the phone number of the park concessionaire that offered the canoes for rent. The canoes themselves where already on a rack trailer near the boat ramp, but paddles and lifejackets were provided after you paid for a rental. I called the number listed and talked to the rental guy, who also happened to be running an ice-cream shop in the nearby city of Hell, Michigan. With a rental, he would swing by and drop off our gear in the morning, at the price of $42 per day. He even offered to let us keep the gear till we left (3 days total) for just $50.  I told him that we’d think about it, and hung up.

Round One of Sam vs the Canoe Rental was a game of mental issues. The price had been higher than I was expecting, and I was slightly reluctant to fork out that much money. I imagined that I’d probably get a paddle in per kid, and perhaps two with Jess. In my mind, it was hard to weigh that money against the value. I was also worried about being distracted when I was really trying to get stuff done. The shop closed at 5pm, and I hadn’t made up my mind by then. I was still kind of thinking about it, but I wasn’t sure.

Round Two of Sam vs the Canoe Rental was unfortunate timing. I got up early the next day and plowed through an incredible pile of work and various chores. I pushed through a pile of work till the afternoon, when I spent an hour or so playing frisbee with the kids during what became a spectacular fall afternoon. I began to think about the canoe again, but decided not to push it. I really try to avoid trying to ‘improve’ something that is already great, and we really had fun throwing the disc around.

The next day was another good workday, but our focus was wearing a bit. About 2 in the afternoon I took a break and resolved to do this canoe thing. I called the rental guy back, only to discover that he was on the way to a doctor’s appointment and would be out the entire afternoon. I couldn’t even drive to pick up the gear, as the shop was closed in his absence. I really needed a break that afternoon, but it wasn’t going to be paddling. Jess and I snuck away for some ice cream later that night, but I was still missing a paddle.

At this point, it was time to give up. The original (and in retrospect, generous) offer to keep the gear for 3 days for only $50 had reached it’s effective limit. We already had plans to visit the Jiffy factor in nearby Chelsea and wouldn’t have much time past that.

It is also worth considering why we don’t travel with a canoe or kayak, since I do enjoy it so much. Given our small space situation, we have to be pretty picky about what we travel with. We travel with bikes for the whole family, and there just isn’t enough room for both bikes and boats. We do use the bikes quite frequently, and I do love to ride. We normally have no problem renting canoes or kayaks while we explore, but we’ve discovered that the off-season limits our opportunities.

So here we have been, right next to some particularly nice paddling lakes, and no canoe. The real lesson here is that I should have immediately agreed to the original offer on the spot. We all would have enjoyed some time out on the lake, and it would have been a wonderful activity to break up the otherwise work filled week.

As it happens, Jess and I walked over to the canoe rack to take the above picture to tell this story. To our surprise, there was a paddle sitting nearby, as if somebody had rented the canoe for the day and left the gear for pickup. We might have borrowed the canoe for a few minutes. It was a fun few minutes, but our short paddle only confirmed that I really should have jumped on it when I had the chance.

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My Favorite Alternative Sport

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In one of my church meetings this past Sunday (Elders Quorum, for Mormon readers), everyone in the room introduced themselves by name and answered a question to help us get to know everybody. Last Sunday in the same group, they asked everybody what their favorite meal was. This time, we all shared our favorite alternative sport. The answers were entertainingly varied, including ping-pong, lacrosse, and curling. The mention of curling prompted many heads nodding in approval, because Minnesota. One guy claimed Settlers of Catan as his favorite sport. Game night in his family must be quite an event. I wonder if it is considered full-contact?

When my turn came, I claiming cycling as my favorite. I’ve ridden several centuries prior to full-time travel, so this was a reasonable answer. We do travel with bikes, and try to ride when we can. One of those opportunities came up today, and I rode a nice paved loop right off the state park we are staying in. I enjoyed my ride, but I began to rethink my answer given on Sunday.

I’ve decided that full-time travel is my favorite sport.

We regularly practice planning a route, finding places to stay, dodging ‘weekend warriors’, managing tanks, battery power and propane, and finding good signal, just to name a few. Sometimes luck and practice come together to place us in an amazing place. And sometimes we end up in a dumpy rv park. Really, I’m surprised at how many times things just work out, even when we are not on our A game.

Next time somebody asks me that question, I’m going to have a much better answer.