Soul Canyon Training & Development

Your Agenda

“Every wall is a door.”

            –  Ralph Waldo Emerson

In the late Spring of 1979, I had just finished my first year of college and I was ready for a break. I had worked for the BLM on a fire crew the previous summer and planned to do so again that summer.  I had three weeks until I had to report to work, so I decided to make the drive from Idaho to Tehachapi, California to hang out with my Mom and Step-Dad in their Airstream trailer for a couple of weeks.

My Step-Dad — Jim –  was a cropduster at the time.  We would get up at 4 AM and head out to the fields where I’d either flag or load for him.  Jim was an amazing pilot and I’d watch him navigate over, under and around trees and powerlines in that bi-wing, Ag Cat plane. 

When it got too hot to fly, we’d back to the trailer, into the mountains or out into the desert for an adventure.  After a couple of weeks of that, it was time to make the 12-hour drive back to Idaho to start my summer job.

I left at 6 AM in my ‘73 Pinto Station Wagon, loaded up with my Mom’s chocolate chip cookies and a full tank of gas.  The drive was incredibly beautiful and meditative.  I followed the route that skirts the east side of the Sierra’s, the foot of Mt. Whitney, through Lone Pine, Bishop and Tonopah — and some of the most beautiful and desolate parts of Nevada you could ever hope to see. 

As I was crossing into Nevada, I started to get a prompting to turn the car around and go back.  I as 5 hours into a 12 hour drive — so I wrote it off to missing my Mom and kept going.  With each mile that I drove, my heart got heavier and the voice inside got progressively louder.  After an hour of this, I pulled off to the side of the road to gather myself.  My head said to keep going, my heart said to turn around and go back.

This was before the days of cell phones and I wasn’t within 50 miles of a town, so I was on my own in making this decision.  I broke into tears — and sat there for about 10 minutes — in my Pinto Station Wagon, crying, with a half-eaten bag of chocolate chip cookies in the seat next to me.   When I finally made my decision, it was as if 1,000 pounds had been lifted off my chest.

I turned the car around and made the drive back to Tehachapi — pulling in my Mom and Jim’s place at about the time I should have been arriving in Idaho.  My Mom, as usual, was understanding and congratulated me on listening to my heart.  My Dad, when I called him, was equally understanding.

I didn’t make it back to Idaho in time to be on the BLM Fire Crew that summer.  Instead I worked various construction jobs and decided to take the next school year off — a very different path than the one I’d been on.

What if?

I have no idea what would have happened if I’d not listened to my heart that day and stayed with My Agenda.  I do know what it felt like when I made that decision — and it has guided the way I navigate life’s intersections and crossroads since that confusing day in the Nevada desert.

Peace,

Rob, Mary & Wes

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