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Does Your Family Have a “Thing”?

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Many times over the years Sam and I have had conversations about family identity. Out of everything we do and are, what actually defines us as “Currens”? When our kids get asked about their family, I want them to know exactly what we are and what we do. For me, family identity is right up there in importance with our own personal identity.

For us, I think our family identity is a pretty good blend of Sam, mine, and our kids interests and abilities. Sure you could argue that full time travel definitively defines us, but so do “geek” things, outdoor recreation, our faith in Jesus Christ, and playing games.

The crazy part, is that full time travel doesn’t seem to be enough of a “thing” for me. Nuts, right? We spend tons of time planning, managing, and exploring, but that’s just turned into “life”. What else do I want to define us? We definitely hike (a lot) and have started the kids on mountain biking, rock climbing, road riding, and we even want to get into backpacking this summer. Maybe we’ll be the crazy full time travel hiking family? Or the totally intense mountain biking Airstream people? Or maybe its just not really important?

What do you guys think of when you hear about the Currens? And does your family have a “thing” that helps define you?

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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.

 

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Faith Musings of Sam

Signs and Footprints

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A few weeks ago, we found ourselves hiking the Sound of Silence Trail in Dinosaur National Monument. It had been a rainy few days, but we found ourselves with a few hours of sunshine and set out on the trail. We were blessed with visitors from Jess’s family, and had a wonderful time chatting as we hiked up the trail.

Fairly soon on the hike, the trail dipped into a wash, and we followed the winding course of the wash for a mile or so. The rain the previous few days had washed the trail clean, safe for some wild-animal hoofprints and the footprints of one lone hiker. The trail was beautiful, and were were enjoying the solitude. An occasional trail sign assured us that we were on the right path. About a mile up the wash, the trail (marked with a sign) led up and to the right. The trail led up and out of the wash, and then wound through some clay hills that reminded me remarkably of the Painted Hills in Oregon.

The tight turns in the trail through the clay hills soon revealed the name of the trail: despite being only a few hundred yards in front of the rest of our hiking party, we could not hear any sound of their talking. It occurred to me that this point that I was glad to have signs along the trail to guide our way. Without signs, the limited visibility and inability to hear could create a dangerous situation should we become lost.

The trail had signs at every significant turn, but at points I began to wonder if we were still on the trail. The rain had wiped out all previous footprints, and sections of the trail were not that distinct from the surrounding landscape.

I found myself watching for the footprints of that lone hiker who had hiked the trail before us that morning. Seeing the path of somebody who had gone before us was comforting. The trail signs were sufficient to guide us at forks in the trail, but it was the footprints that gave me confidence.

God’s prophets (ancient and modern) serve as signposts along our trail of life. At significant junctures we can learn from their teachings and choose the path that aligns with principles of The Gospel of Christ.

At times on our journey through life, we might wonder if we are still on the right path. Recent controversy, disasters, or personal relationships at times wash out our trail. During these times, it is often the examples of others that give us confidence in our direction. Their example, living the Gospel day by day, little by little, are the footprints that stretch before us.

As we neared the end of our hike, the footprints before us gave us confidence. The gap in the rain was closing. With a rainstorm moving toward us and raindrops starting to fall, we started to hurry. We followed those footprints rapidly down the trail, and made it back to the truck only slightly wet.

I’m grateful to those whose footsteps I follow, both in life, and on the trail. Their step by step examples give me courage and confidence as I push onward.

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Gospel applications on the Slickrock Trail

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During our stay in Moab, Utah, we were camped only 1,500 feet from the start of the Slickrock Trail. This particular trail is unique, with nearly the entire trail travels across the sandstone rock that makes up the landscape. The trail itself is grueling and difficult, but also includes a practice loop of much more approachable difficulty. I had the pleasure of riding this loop several times during our stay, and on my second ride, I had a realization.

Riding most mountain bike trails is fairly easy. Trail activity produces a path through the dirt and rocks that is generally easy to follow. The sandstone of the Slickrock has nearly no dirt, and therefore no tracks. You can faintly see a worn section of path, but it is difficult to follow at riding speed. To help riders follow the route, a white dashed line has been painted onto the surface of the rock.

Between my first and second ride of this loop it had rained. Water pools in depressions in the sandstone and remains until dried by the sun. As I followed the white dashed line across the rock, I encountered such a water pool. Dry during my previous passing, the white line of the trail traveled right through the center of the water pool. To follow the line, I would have to travel directly through the pool of water.

Right there on my bike, my mind immediately flashed to the ancient prophet Lehi’s Vision of the Tree of Life. In his vision, The Tree of Life represented the Love of God, and the blessings of living the Gospel. Leading to the tree was a straight and narrow path. Along the path was a rod of iron, representing the Word of God.

The imagery is clear. To receive the benefits of the Gospel of Christ, we must travel on the straight and narrow path and cling to the Word of God. The path and the rod will guide us there.

In Lehi’s Vision, both the path and the iron rod traveled through a mist of darkness on the way to the tree of life. This mist of darkness represents all the difficulties we encounter in life. These difficulties are distracting, disorienting, and discouraging. Only by clinging tightly to the rod can we hope to remain on the path through the mist of darkness. It can be tempting during difficult times to think that we have a better path. If we let go of the rod, we can navigate around an obstacle and rejoin the path later on. Doing so carries the danger that we will not be able to rejoin the path, or will encounter incredible difficulties in making it back.

When following the Gospel of Christ, the best plan is clearly to never let go. If we never stray from the truth he taught, we will never have to find our way back. We cannot expect our journey to be easy. There will be portions that travel through the mist of darkness, and perhaps even pools of water.

Now, let’s not stretch this analogy too far. The white line on the Slickrock Trail is not intended to be followed to the inch. It is necessary along the trail to find your own route around and over obstacles, staying within a reasonable distance of the line itself. Wanting to avoid getting mud on my bike and wet myself, I just rode around the pool of water.

The Gospel of Christ IS intended to be followed as exactly as we can manage. Christ is The Way, The Truth, and The Life. Following Christ has added a richness to my life and led me to to true joy and help through my struggles. May we commit ourselves anew to studying the Word of God and never letting go.

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Looking Forward to a Small Community Someday

Yesterday was a great day, and I’ve been thinking last night and this morning about why it was so great. We spent the morning at the local library, reading books and playing toys in their awesome children’s section. The librarian on duty was incredible useful, chatty, and friendly! She even let us check out books on her card so my kids could plow through a dozen books while we are in Moab for the week. I watched her greet many patrons by name, and she obviously recognized and new many of the locals.

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After a bit of conversation, she mentioned there was a community, Disney musical review being performed at the local high school that night and we should go! I heartily agreed, so after dinner we packed up the kids and headed to town to support the local theater community. The musical was adorable! Great costumes, fun songs, and some really impressive talent by both adults, teenagers and children.

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Between the community here in Moab (5,100 people), and the slightly larger town of Prescott, AZ (40,000 people) we’ve realized we really do want to live in a smaller community. A place where you recognize people at the library or community center and there is a sense of pride in where you live. In addition to living in a community, I’ve also realized I  want to be involved in the community. I want my kids to sing, do theater or choir at the high school and generally be involved. So while I’m enjoying our nomad status now, I’m definitely starting to see the first inklings of desire to settle in and build out a life with a little more roots.

Not yet though. There’s still so much left to see!