Fall

Fall is the season

when the wet leaves

that were once handing in the dark dreary sky,

drift to the ground.

The rain pounds on the roof

Like birds falling out of the sky.

Kids stomping in puddles

With rain boots as yellow as the sun.

When Halloween comes

The children are yelling in there spookiest voices.

Animals collecting as much food for the harsh winter.

That is the season of FALL.

Written by second grader, Rohan Vaidya

Fall Colors near Leavenworth, WA

Eagle Scout

Excellence is the result of caring more than others think is wise, risking more than others think is safe, dreaming more than others think is practical, and expecting more than others think is possible Рsuccessories.com

My older son Pratik recently attained the rank of Eagle Scout, Boy Scout ‘s highest award. This is because he choose the path less travelled.

This year is the 100th anniversary of the Eagle Scout. Only 5% of scouts make the rank of Eagle. They share an honorable legacy with many of the men who have shaped this nation’s history – they are Eagle scouts.

 

 

What my son will choose to do with this legacy will define what he will become.

Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary – Steve Jobs

Off The Grid

People often ask what sparked my interest in the great outdoors and why I like to disappear off the grid.

I grew up in Bombay (now Mumbai), India’s commercial capital and a sprawling metropolitan of unimaginable proportions. When I was 18, I joined a group of friends on a hike. It was the peak of the Indian summer (105-110 degrees ). We were young, restless, and foolish. Our destination was a remote mountain area, about 14 hours away along unmarked trails and rugged terrain deep in the hills of western India. We found a local villager who had heard about the place and offered to take us there.

There are three things I remember of that day – the awe inspiring beauty of the great outdoors, the sheer mental determination we had to draw upon to reach our destination, and above all the unassuming simplicity of the villagers we met along the way including our guide, who opened their simple thatched huts to us with food and lodging and expected nothing in return.

More than two decades later, I try and teach these same values to my kids. On one of our recent backpacking trips in summer, my ten year old son jumped into a cold mountain stream, pointed to an organized chaos of rocks, twigs, branches and mud, and explained to me how beavers build dams. He did it with words, gestures and expressions that I had no idea he knew and that no class room teacher would ever have the privilege of witnessing.

In the city, you see from heaven to heaven what man has made. In the country, you see from heaven to heaven what creation has made, and life and it’s values the way they were meant to be.

That is why I periodically disappear off the grid.

Shirish Vaidya