NOLS: June 16 - July 18, 2013

Here is a quick summary of my NOLS experience, transcribed from my dirty, rugged pink journal. 

NOLS Day 0

"THE ADVENTURE IS HERE! I am at the Nobel Hotel. So Cool. Took a 40 minute shower tonight, talked to mom too… She cried and the last thing she said was 'Remember to say your prayers.'"

First Entry in the Backcountry

"Dear Mom,

I have never been this homesick in my life….Said a prayer for strength, like you said to do right before you hung up the phone."

Day 5

"Its hard being the minority, its rough for sure. I need to remember to keep praying."

Letter to Josh

"I miss you. If you were here, this would be so much easier. I regret being such a jerk to you sometimes…I better go before I make myself too depressed."

First Alpine Campsite

"My camelback broke. As did my gators. I sliced my fingers. But I love the outdoors. I love being out here, regardless of the struggle and homesickness."

6/27/13

"Knifepoint Glacier. Just returned from a trek up and back down a mountain pass, all hooked up to our glacial rigs. Sang "A Childs Prayer" as times got difficult. 10 days in, 20 to go."

The 7 Leadership Skills

Expedition Behavior

Competence

Communication

Tolerance for Adversity and Uncertainty

Judgment and Decision Making

Self Awareness

Vision and Action

Day 11

"I'm trying to keep a positive attitude. 7 days to reration and the next 9 days will hopefully be full of climbing…..50 cent sized blisters….always trying to improve…..only 3 pairs of socks…..paying tuition….minor chest pains and breathing…. my helmet broke….. running our of paper…..love you."

July 2nd, 2013

"3 am wake up. dark. moist. condensation? Pull my gear on ready to go. 4:15 am. Im staying. alone. I need a rest day. 5 am. I watch the sunrise for juanita."

July 4th.

Independence Day!!! I have begun reading the book of mormon. I felt the inspiration of the spirit in this decision. Learning how to plan an expedition. 

July 9th 2013.

"Origin is half mile west of point 104.65 and half mile NE of 9980 UTM 12T E0615963 N4789003…."

Read the Prayer for the Traveler - Ed Abby. 

Overall Trip So Far - July 11th.

So its been something like 23 days. I haven't used toilet paper this whole time. I have grown closer to heavenly father. I have changed. I haven't seen my reflection or picture this entire time. NOLS has been incredible. I cannot wait to return and apply all that I've learned. 

Women in Combat *January of 2013*

**January 2013**

I couldn't post this on Facebook, for fear of personal attacks against my ideas.

Unfortunately, the Secretary of Defense has lifted the ban on women serving in direct combatant roles in the U.S. Military.

Where have our values gone? Why are we putting mothers on the front line? Since the beginning of time, it has been the males duty to protect the female. To keep her and her children out of harms way and to provide for them. Now we throw that value at the dirt and place women right next to men on the front lines of combat.

I believe that women and men are equal but have completely different roles. A woman should not try to do everything a man can, just as a man shouldn't do everything women do. We need to respect and compromise with our counterparts and form strong families.

I believe that the protective nature of men are engrained in our very being. If men on the front lines of our wars have to add the stress of having female comrades, their emotions will get the better of them, and in times of high stakes, that protective nature could end up killing entire squads.

A woman gets shot, the man behind her stops to help her and they are all killed. I am not saying this wouldn't happen if the woman were instead a man but the emotions involved would be much different.

Thats not a risk I would be willing to take.

God made man and woman different. And for good reason. No one would ever expect a male to give birth. Why would we expect women to engage in high risk special operations? Especially considering the enemy: Terrorists who will torture and rape women for the sake of torturing and raping. :(

Women are not and never will be as strong as men. That is a simple fact that cannot be disputed. Look at our bodies. We are completely different in size, stature and body composition. If a 200 pound Pararescuman with 150 pounds of gear on his back was shot and injured and the only person he had to drag him 2 miles out of harms way was a 150 pound woman, how would they fare? Im afraid the outcome looks grim.

These are simply the thoughts scrolling through my mind. Take them as you will. But I disagree with the secretary of defenses decision.

Conservative Hippie™

This all spawned from a conversation months ago with my best friend.

We were discussing how conservative we are but how, at the same time, we value the very things many liberals do; equality, wildlife and nature, yoga, rock climbing and hippie music.

The thought of being a Conservative Hippie™dug at me. I really am one, aren't I??

1. I believe in the free market, in limited government and isolationism.

2. I dont believe that we should kiss butt to get to the top of a company. In fact, I don't aspire to work as a small fish in a big pond.

3. I love the military and believe all countries need them.

4. I dont think abortion is right but, I don't think it is the governments jobs to make laws regarding such personal choices,

5. I think marijuana should be legal. I think that as we pile more and more laws on top of each other, we allow america to become a police state and set ourselves up for destruction.

6. I believe that people should stop to help others in need. Why do we expect the government to pay them money when we could do it ourselves.

7. Federal taxes are ridiculous. All such taxes should be abolished.

8. The 17th amendment needs to be erased from the constitution. Why? Because it gives unnecessary power to the people and takes that power away from elected officials of our state. Senators are the representatives of the states; not the people.

9. Education is tasked as a matter of local and state jurisdiction and rightly so. Why is the federal government messing with it?

So politically, I generally side with the Ron Pauls of the world. I'm a conservative. Im even more than that. Im a constitutionalist.

Now lets talk about my morals. I think Americans are (were) too "religious" and not spiritual enough. (**Americans could be more religious in modern times) We aren't spiritual enough. Plain and simple. I am a proud member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I agree with every aspect of my religion and believe that it is led and directed by God through a modern prophet just like those of biblical times.

Heres what I mean by "not spiritual enough" is that we don't take time to receive personal enlightenment. Too often to we say the same prayer over and over, go to church with our eyes glazed over and spend the week distracted by worldly things.

I think we would do well to add a little meditation, daily pondering, and natural cleansing to our religious ammunition.

This might be a more hippie side of me, as compared to the average, christian american.

So combine my conservative and hippie sides and… I am a Conservative Hippie™

Book coming soon. ;)

My Religion

My Religion.

Religion. 

"State of life bound by monastic vows."

From religionem: "Respect for what is sacred."

Derived from either relegate (go through again and again. from re "again" + legere "read") or religare "to bind fast"

Is this what modern religion is? A state of life? To bind fast to something? To go through the ups and downs again and again? 

A state of life. Wow. That stood out to me. Do any of us make our religion a state of life? I would guess that very very few people make faith and spirituality their way of life.

In fact, if I asked random Americans on the street what their definition of religion was, they would probably draw it back to churches. Sunday worship.

So what changed since 1000 BC when the definition of religion was a "state of life bound by monastic vows?" 

I have no clue. Comments people?

Let me go through my process of thinking. First, did only monks make monastic vows? If so... does that go to say that average farmers and workers weren't religious? If so... Has anything changed? Are the only religious people the monks, the priests, the pope, the prophets, the religious teachers who live attached to their religion at all times and in all places? 

So maybe people are incapable of being religious? Well crud. 

I don't like that idea. At all. So lets look at the roots of that definition. 

My definition of a classic is something we can return to over and over and learn something new each time. Using this definition, the bible is a classic.

If The Bible is the modern classic of christianity (a major western religion), then treating it as sacred… would determine that we are being religious.

Very good.

This definition is a reminder to me to make my christian religion a state of life. 

Talking with Dad

My dad is awesome. Tall. Strong. Hardworking. Tough. Patriotic. Efficient.

He would never ask someone to do something that he wouldn't do himself. He is an exceptional military officer. He won the Officer of the Year award in Alaska. That's a big deal.

He was the first person to hold me. Feed me. Love me. He named me. I think we have a special bond. I like to think we are a lot alike. Only he is much better than I am.

He used to call me into his room when mom was gone and ask me my opinions on things. Big things. Life changing ones. Not often. But a few times. It made me feel important.

Yesterday he called and told me something he hadn't told mom. He asked what I thought. I told him. We hung up.

Yesterday at dinner I got into a discussion about the military with him.

If you read this blog, you probably know that my great grandfather, grandfather and father all served in the Alaska Air National Guard. It like a secondary wing of the Air Force. My paternal grandfather was a helicopter pilot in the Army during Vietnam.

Naturally, growing up, I wanted to be just like dad. Except a Captain. Because dad was a lieutenant. I remember when I was 6 or 7 we were at the store. I saw an odd, but very awesome looking action figure.

"Who is that dad?"

"Thats Captain America."

"Who's Captain America?"

"He's my favorite superhero. The best there is."

From then on out, you can probably guess who my favorite superhero was. Captain America.

I knew I *wanted* to be in the Military as a kid. I didn't know I *needed* to be until I was about 14.

But now I do. And in fact, Captain America inspired the GI Generation, just as he inspires the Millennial Generation in modern times.

But my dad inspires me more than Captain America. He is the man I hope to become. He is the husband, the father, the military officer, the leader, learner, the worker and friend I want to be.

Neuroscience **September 2013**

• Lately I've been watching videos of brain surgeries. I love it. SO fascinating.

  I feel the call to succor the weak, lift up the hands which hang down, and strengthen the feeble knees.

  I have wanted to serve in the Alaska Air National Guard as a Pararescue Specialist. As a Pararescue specialist, I would parachute, scuba dive, rock climb, snow machine, hike and fly into hostile territory to get to a wounded Airman who needed my help.

  This is still an incredibly passionate subject of mine. One of those aspirations you can't give up over a month or two.

  But as I come to understand some things about the life of a pararescueman, and think more intently about my future family, I realize that maybe going to school, and becoming a medical doctor, specifically a surgeon and more specifically, a neurosurgeon, I realize I might be on to something.

  I'd go to BYU (Unless I get married quickly. Then the options for a university are better.) and get an undergrad. Ive always been interested in either studying Neuroscience or a Humanity in college. Ive lucked out. Neuroscience would give me all of the science I'd need to get into medical school.

  I would get into Harvard Medical. Which means I'd need to get a 4.0 in college. And do some serious extracurriculars.

  I'd graduate from medical school at 28. Do an internship for a year and then spend the next 7 years in residency learning everything I'd need to.

  And what better career than to help people, perform incredibly precise surgeries, be a leader on the stage of neurology and neurosurgery. It would be challenging, demanding and I'd be able to provide well for my family.

  Neurosurgeons are also in high demand right now and many people sponsor them through school.

  I might also be able to do it through the Air Force for a few years and they would pay for everything. I'd have the pride of being an Officer, serving my country, get the benefits of a military career and be able to get advanced training as well.

  Ive looked at residencies around the country. The largest medical center in the world is located in Houston, Texas. Texas is one of my favorite states. Theres also an incredible residency program in Seattle Ive looked into.

  Why Neurosurgery? Its helping people in the broadest scope. It requires complete attention to the smallest details. It is rapidly changing and evolving which requires constant learning and growth. You perform surgery, so I'd get to operate a lot. Its a small, super specialized career field, which would allow me to stand out. It requires perfection, which…I'm fairly adapt at providing. It requires seeing a problem, making a quick, educated decision and then sticking with that decision. I'd be able to help those who cannot help themselves. Who literally have no more options. I'd be helping the "weak, who's hands hang low and who's knees are weak."

The Real Weapon - My Motivation for Pararescue.

The pararescueman is the real weapon. Strip him naked and drop him from a helo into the icy ocean-- he'll find a way to complete the rescue mission. He embraces the suck. He realizes that he is the last option -- that everyone else has been called and refused the mission or has died trying. He is required to know everything for a reason, because when SHTF and everything is FUBAR, he has to perform his mission and save that persons life, even if it means he will lose his own. His entire life revolves around his career and his career revolves around the mission of saving lives.

I am going to become a pararescueman and I will save your life, no matter what the cost. The feeling in my gut has confirmed it and my determination will ensure that I do indeed become a PJ.

This motivation is for me. I hope to be reading this in 2016 when I am preparing to enter the pipeline. This is not for the general reader of this blog. Its not for me to spread to the world. PJs are silent professionals and though my pride might urge me to spread the proud message of pararescue to the world, my maturity and understanding will keep me from doing so.

When the training gets tough, when both my legs cramp up on an evaluation and I wanna scream profanity to the instructors, I cannot. I must not let their determination to find the quitters touch my resolve and core motivation. I am at indoc because that is where I will be. I don't have to be a superhuman. I don't have to be smart. I don't really have to be "prepared."

I just have to be able to DO IT.

And you eat an elephant one bite at a time. Life is an elephant. Im getting started now. Indoc will be an elephant. Just one meal at a time. One day at a time. The pipeline is an elephant and ill need to take it one small evolution at a time.

My mother cries when I discuss leaving home. Her crying makes me tear up. I realize Ill never go home. This is it. This is all I have with her and dad. and Josh and Sam and Betsy. I hope we all stick together as a sibling group. But after this, its me and *my* family.

But honestly. The motivation for fitness on my mission is pararescue. When I return home, Ill have 3 months to get into running and swimming condition. Ill have to be working our 4-7 hours a day.

What keeps us from achieving our dreams is fear, laziness, or the inability to succeed when faced with a challenge that requires preparation. I must not have this fear or laziness when it comes to my dream of pararescue.

Being a PJ is a noble profession that will prepare me for the coming times of hardship in the fourth turning. It will allow me to use my gift of healing with those who volunteer to give their life for what america means and what it has meant in times past.

It is my calling and I will obey.

The Hero Generation

I am proud to be a part of my generation. :)

Recently, I've been watching TED talks and reading about the Fourth Turning and the subsequent "Hero Generation." (The current hero generation are the millennials. Born between  1982 and 2004)

I've also taken notice of the fact that some of our most popular movies are those depicting superheros (Superman and the Marvel movies) and revolution (Hunger Games and Les Miserables). Fitting for this generation of youth who are more positive, mature and confident than the "teenager" is often given credit for. We will need those attributes in the coming days of darkness and instability.

Lets come together to battle evil, rise up, bring the superhero mentality to life and prepare to rebuild what has been and hopefully continue to be the last best hope on earth. I know the truth is in you, friends. You read it, discuss it, praise it and thirst for it. Rise up, fellow heroes. Lets band together to fight evil and tyranny and bring the spirit of god to our divine country once again!!!

- My Muse

When times get tough. ***80 Days before my Mission***

November Something, 2013

The Czech Republic

I leave in eighty days for my LDS Mission to the Czech Republic. Ill actually spend the first two months of my mission in Utah, learning the Czech Language and learning how to teach the gospel of Jesus Christ to the Czech people.

I am so excited for the mission. Especially the destination. I cannot think of a better way to spend the next two years of my life. For those of you who may not know much about LDS missions, I am paying my own way and will be living in country. I won't be staying with a host family and I am not required to do this.

People are people and the Czechs aren't aliens. Their language and history are much different from my own but I know without a doubt that I will not want to leave them in the end. I will embrace them and they will embrace me.

I am so excited for this chance to serve with all my heart and energy. I am so excited to have the constant companionship of the spirit. I am excited to give my all to bring old spirit friends to the gospel, that we might be able to be together forever in the celestial kingdom.

I hope to remember this sincere paragraph I wrote during my institute study when times may get difficult.

"We need not shrink or feel embarrassed when we do not know the right answer to someone who is a cynic, a critic or a sneering mocker of the gospel. The spirit is a sensitive, truly unique thing, it cannot just be explained at the drop of a hat. Those who ask for explanations with a sincere heart and real intent will be helped along by the very spirit in their understanding of our spiritual knowledge. When facing opposition, we may not be able to teach the hard hearted what we know. But we needn’t be afraid, embarrassed or ashamed of our inability, so long as we leave them with our testimony of what we do know, regardless of how well they understand us."

Following my return from my mission, I have formulated a plan to join the Air Force or Air National Guard as a Pararescueman. It is my mission and my purpose to search, rescue and heal the weak and broken. I can think of no more nobel call than to do my duty, that others might live.

Saving the world.

Humans…

Well, Americans in particular, have this notion that we can save the world.

I love it. LOVE IT, PEOPLE! I love that we are economically sound enough to think about more than ourselves and save the gorgeous earth God gave us. Those who suffer to provide for their most basic human needs don't have much time to think of how to save the world. And we are so blessed that I believe we have a responsibility to think these issues through.

But follow me as I take you on a quick logical trip.

1. Nothing beats the beauty that God gave us.

2. Nothing is much uglier than a polluted city.

3. In the most recent presidential elections, almost all major cities had a popular vote for President Obama.

4. President Obama is a liberal democrat.

5. Generally, liberal democrats are the ones pushing the government agenda to save earth.

6. So… The people living in the ugly cities are the ones saving earth? Or at least trying to enact laws to protect it?

Is this notion not ironic? That they (Save The World federal lawmakers) live in some of the most condensed, ugly portions of our country, have the most limited view of what they say they are trying to save with their laws, and yet… We listen, or ignore when in reality, we need to enact less law and more effort on saving this world.

I love this earth and the creatures who inhabit it. But I also believe that a limited, small, conservative federal government is the best for this country. Have your liberal, world-saving laws enacted in your community government.

Let my federal government alone. Please. But also, be responsible. There are those who would lose their limbs for the freedom and wealth you have. Remember that. Save the world.

Save the world through effort, not law.

Global Connection and My Generation.

The world is evolving incredibly fast at a rate that no previous generation could have imagined and I believe that my generation is especially equipped with the ability to establish peace and brotherhood between all the nations of the world.

I come from an educational background that put a premium on using technology to collaborate. In high school I collaborated via the Internet with Canadians, English, Uruguayans and Guatemalans. We have worked together on almost every facet of  my formal education. Soon, in the spring of 2014 I will be living in the Czech Republic for two years and will become fluent in the language as I live and work with Czech nationals for the entirety of my stay. All of these profound experiences have formed the reason for my desire to study at the University of Texas.

There is a list of skills that I believe many in my generation are learning unconsciously; those skills are the use of technology, open mindedness, language proficiency and cultural understanding. These are all abilities and traits to be harnessed in everyday life, especially as instantaneous global interaction becomes the norm. America is behind the global curve as we try to send our young men and women into a workforce that demands a specialized education fit for global connection. I seek such an education that I might be able to lead the way in establishing a new approach to a new American influence in the global interconnection.

I see an understanding from my foreign peers across the world that is lacking from my American peers. My peers in South America and Europe see themselves as global citizens who are working to achieve a share of the fruits of global unity. It is my opinion that American students don’t have the spark and passion for learning about culture, language, and how they can get a piece of the global entity that is becoming more and more existent. Often, they often don’t even have a plan or goals for the next decade of their lives. They are oblivious to the fact that if we do not start becoming leaders on a global, not just national scale, we are doomed to obscurity.

But amid the fact that they do not do these things, there is ability and talent to do so that is far more prominent than it was even 10 years ago. Now, more than ever we can enter the race for global connection and prominence and we can become the leaders of this generation. The answer wont necessarily be higher test scores or more STEM field funding. It will be an understanding of our global duties and a passion for connection, peace and brotherhood between all the nations of the world.

Emotion. al. Intelligence.

Emotions are pretty scary things. Especially for a teenager.

But hey, I'm almost 18. They shouldn't be. Should they? I know I'm a catch. I'm hard working, smart, handsome, mature, and loyal. But when it comes to emotions and feelings, I'm kinda immature. Seriously.

I have a theory. As a homeschooling online high schooler, who spent his formative years (12-16) on an island in Alaska, I missed out on the whole "girls like boys, giggle giggle, check yes or no, are our hands touching on accident?" thing. Yup. Never had a girlfriend. My fingers have never been interlaced with those of a cute girls. And kissing? Hah.

My best friends all live millions of miles away (so it seems) and any flirting I do tends to be over text where I can gauge reactions and edit things before I say them. When you add this all up, it doesn't make for a well balanced, young man who has given his heart, stolen a heart, broken a heart and been broken. I have no clue what that's even like.

So… Essentially I have the emotional intelligence of an 8th grader. (Ouch.)

I will soon serve a mission for two years in the Czech Republic and Slovakia. I won't be able to call or text anyone. I won't flirt with girls, or kiss anyone. Rules on the mission are strict. And from what I've heard, Czechs are pretty serious people anyway.

So when I return from my mission and plan to seriously date, court, engage and marry a beautiful woman…. HOW? I haven't a clue what any of that is like. So where I might act like a 25 year old in every other aspect of my life, when it comes to feelings, I'm off balance. (Like a 13 year old.) I need to fix this.

There's another small problem though. All of my friends are the same way. Afraid. Unsure. Awkward. Embarrassed. And when a person doesn't have the prior experience of normal relationships to relate to, they tend to be a bit more aggressive and judgmental toward my making any... moves.

DOES ANY OF THIS MAKE SENSE? Or am I being paranoid? In all honesty, I'm glad I'm this way. And I'm super glad my friends are this way. Because it means that in 2 years we will all be standing around, eyes wide and avoiding the opposite gender like the plague. And I might be able to sneak in and steal a few hearts.

Anywho. My advice for my future kids? Balance. Its key to everything. I now know what my old mentor meant when he said I needed to be a bit more social.

- jacob

Thought Leader, IDEO, Design Thinking, Outdoor Academy, and Me.

I want to be a Thought Leader. 

For those of you who don't what a Thought Leader is (I don't blame you :D), heres a snippet from the most used, abused and often mistaken website ever: Wikipedia

"Typically thought leaders have proven themselves in the business, academic or political sphere through successful implementation of their ideas. Thought leaders often publish articles and blog posts on trends and topics influencing an industry or directed internal to an organisation. Through effective communication and clarity of purpose, they effect change and are considered exemplary leaders."

Point made: I want to be a Thought Leader. I want to be an honest Jonah Lehrer, a Seth Godin, a Charles Duhigg and a TED presenter all in one.

I want to shape the world with my thoughts. Is it realistic? Yes. Yes it is. Because I live in the Information Age, Thought Leaders are going to be more and more prevalent than ever before.

I also want to work at IDEO. They are like the fixers. They solve other companies problems. Usually through design and prototyping new, better versions of whatever tangible problem the company might have.

The above picture came from the IDEO Website. They are experts at getting in that sweet-spot we all call innovation and extracting the substance they find. 

So I want to be a Thought Leader and Innovator for hire. What else?

Is much as I love the thought based side of these future career passions, I also want tangible.

 I want to work in the realm of Education. Helping other people understand, develop and grow. So often we look at education as a very specific training module. The future of teaching won't be specific. It will be broad. Teaching the next generation how to answer the hows and whys of the world. 

We need to teach all inclusively. After I took the ACT I was presented with a card that showed what I should study in college. How many of us are limited by tests and training? How many of us are limited by our outdated education system?

As a thought leader and innovator concerned with the realm of education, I want to effect change. Its already helping, all I can do it push it faster and steer it in my own direction. I want to see a world that inspires students to greatness and grows great leaders who understand how to think and express their desires and thoughts well on the Stage of the Information Age. 

Besides this more methodical, thought based future me is the "hands on" me.

I have a passion for the outdoors. Nature teaches us more about ourselves than *anything* else. It is healing and I pray more people take advantage of pure wilderness that exists in Americas local, state and national parks. 

Learning to survive and how to treat those injured in the outdoors is also intriguing to me. As a Boy Scout and NOLS Alumni, I have a pretty good handle on living in the outdoors. I can live comfortably but do want to learn more about tracking, evasion, and food procurement in the wilderness. 

I have a love for the United States of America and all she stands for. I would do anything to protect her and I plan to give back by serving in Americas Air Force. I plan to become a Pararescueman in the Alaska Air National Guard. Search and Rescue and Emergency Medicine are huge components of that Air Force Career and I have a passion for both. 

Finally, the thought of combining all of these ideas is a little overwhelming. Like when something has just *too* much flavor.

I trust that as I take time to serve my Heavenly Father as a missionary for his children, get married, and start my family that all of these ideas will settle and I will receive confirmation of what I am meant to do. 

- Jacob

Big Blue Bus

Im going on a big blue bus. So are my parents. My siblings. And my friend!! My dad is separating from the coast guard and will have 6 months before his new job with the Air Force starts. So they bought a bus and are going to drive it to Alaska and deck it out/turn it into a home. Then from October-January, I'll travel with them until my LDS Mission.

I overheard my parents talking about letting my future wife and I use the big blue bus. I better have an adventurous wife. :D

Isn't it epic? SO COOL!

7 years ago, we were in Houston Texas and toured the Battleship Texas, the only U.S. Battleship that is still floating that served in both WWI and WWII. The beds that sailors used were attached to chains and hung 4 and 5 beds to a chain. I can only imagine sleeping in them. Well… on the bus, we will be sleeping in similar quarters. The bus is 6 feet tall and we are stacking three beds atop each other. 20 inches of space between each bed. :D 

We are going to drive all of our gear to Alaska, then empty it out and remodel the inside of the bus. It will be painted white on the inside. We will have a couch, a kitchen(ette), a book shelve and dressers. A focus of our trip will be physical exercise, healthy eating and great education. 

Returning from my NOLS trip, I received a clarity of vision that I haven't had at any point in my life to date. I also became connected spiritually to my Savior and God in a way that is rare and sacred to me.

I am currently filling out LDS Mission papers and mentally and spiritually preparing myself for the next two years. They call them the best two years. I know for sure they will be some of the best years I have; regardless of how the days are. 

I cannot wait to spend the next 5 months driving around the country with my family.

You can read more and keep up to date with out Big Blue Bus Tour here.

- Jacob

My Outdoor Journal 2013

May - July 2013.

My summer.

This will go down in my books as the summer that I had it all. I did what I loved. I didn't have a care in the world. No job. No school. Nobody to support. I was free to do whatever I wanted.

I was a trail guide at Elevation. A leadership camp for high schoolers.

I went backpacking in Yosemite.

I spent time with extended family in Alaska.

I went Mountaineering with NOLS.

I spent a total of 46 nights sleeping outside this summer. :)

I am packing up my house as of July 21st in preparation to move into a school bus with my 5 other family members to go on escapades across the United States before finally embarking on the ultimate culmination of all of my learnings: my LDS mission trip.

Journal Entries- May:

Elevation Day 1.

"I arrived in canyon last night at 4:45. No one was around but I was just so happy to be there! I set up my tent but it wasn't waterproof. It had been raining off and on all morning. We ate a delicious taco soup made by Heather (a mentor) and proceeded to introduce ourselves. Dan/Bambi seems to be Camp Director. James won't be here this week but we have some fantastic staff! Laura, Layne, Megan, Me, Angie, Dan, Glen, Nels, Tasha, Jessica, Heather, Ben, and Adam. We did Walls after dinner. I need to get better at receiving. (One of my weaknesses?) I cannot wait for this Canyon to fill with students. To see their excitement grow and anxiety dissipate as they enter the canon. Todays word is Focus. We want to focus in on the week, our pods and ourselves. I am nervous as all get out. Will I measure up? Can I release my walls and get to know others? Get them to know me? I am so excited to have Angie as my mentor. She has so much to teach and is almost like a mother to me. :)"

I'm Back

It would be impossible to relate everything that has happened since I left in June. I went "camping" for a month. By that, I mean surviving on the glaciers and in the mountains of the Wind River Range in western Wyoming.

I was on a National Outdoor Leadership School (NOLS) Mountaineering course.

I read half of the Book of Mormon. I became spiritually fed. I lost 35 pounds. I carried a 70 pound pack up and down thousand foot mountain passes and across multiple glaciers. I self arrested about a dozen times while sliding down steep sections of snow and ice. I cried. I smiled. I reminisced and planned and prayed. I learned to cook (dang well.) On a single burner stove I might add. I learned to find my way on a map, plan an expedition, splint an arm, treat severe head injury, pack a backpack, use a PLB, prepare a Leave No Trace campsite, cast a fly rod, how to treat my tent buddies trench foot, how to travel quickly, safely and effectively in the mountains, and… how to poop in the woods. Most of all, I learned that to live out there, I had to rely on 11 boys I didn't know and they had to rely on me. Thats true, experiential leadership.

I met Jamie, the guy in the red patagonia jacket at the beginning of the video.

NOLS changed me. Literally. I changed physically, mentally, spiritually and emotionally. I am different and I like it. I am always looking for what to do, always thinking of how this or that will relate to something in the future. I am on my toes. I am more mature. More appreciative of the little things. It takes 3 weeks to develop a habit; I had 4.

I'd like to continue to post some journal entries I made. They are deep, raw and personal. If you don't like that kind of thing… The next few posts aren't for you. Ill finish up this string of the next few posts with a semi detailed list/history of the month for the less emotionally and personally inclined.

In finishing this post, if you have any questions about NOLS or comments, feel free to ask and Ill be pleased to answer them.

- Jacob

My Dream

I might butcher the following story but I want it. For the future when I look back at this blog.

At one point in time, Dad thought of being a PJ. He didn't want it bad like me. But he did want it. Who wouldn't? No self respecting, strong, patriotic man wouldn't want to be a PJ. Few things are more honorable than saving lives and doing it with an American Flag on your shoulder.

But dad always wanted to be a military pilot more. More than anything. It was his dream. And he chased his dream.

His whole life his parents, family, friends, they all told him he couldn't. His wife (my mom) wouldn't let him join. Five (5) years he waited. Every few months, he would go talk to the recruiter and that spark reignited. Finally he just had to. He told my mom he was going to join after he saw an ad in the paper looking for applicants for Air Force Pilot Training. He applied.

It was rough. Dad wasn't exactly the prime candidate for an Air Force Pilot. But maybe thats what helped him. He had a kid and mom was pregnant with my little brother. He was working as a carpenter but knew he didn't want to do that his whole life. He didn't have a suit. So he took his old Alaska Airlines blazer and popped the buttons off and sewed new ones on. He brought along his flight log. He had taken a few flight lessons when he had saved the little extra he could find.

When he went to the interview, he saw an Alaska Airlines pilot that he had known when he worked as a bagger. His hopes sunk. He went into the interview and spent half the time talking about his Boy Scout experiances and Eagle Scout Project. Then they asked if he knew anyone in the Air Guard.

"My father in law Paxton Oborn was a loadmaster."

"Pat!? Your father-in-law is Pat Oborn!? I knew Pat."

After a bit more chitchat, he left and soon after was hired. He was leaving to become a pilot in the military. Can you imagine his excitement? I remember him leaving to go to training.

The Air Force intentionally lets more guys into pilot training than they will graduate. Which means if you fail a test, they kick you out. Dad was competing against recently graduated Air Force Academy Cadets.  It was tough what he had gotten into. Hard. The most mentally challenging, intensive, and most expensive training program in the U.S. Military. Becoming an Air Force Pilot is just as hard as becoming a Pararescueman. (In a very different way though.)

He came close to quitting. Mom wouldn't let him. (I am a firm believer in being married before I join the military. Its the only way to ensure you have your priorities straight and have an important support system before you join.)

He didn't quit. He stayed with it. His excellent work ethic, maturity and officer behavior helped him make up for his lack of intellectual knowledge the other trainees had.

He flew search and rescue missions all the time in Alaska. One of his primary duties was to refuel pave hawk helicopters midair and send PJs out the back of his HC-130 turboprop aircraft. In 2003 he was deployed to Afghanistan in support of Operation Enduring Freedom. He flew combat missions and was awarded by the President. In 2005 he flew in Africa. He was patrolling the coasts looking for pirates.

He changed airframes in 2006. Learned how to fly a KC-135 refueling jet. He refueled all kinds of fighter aircraft all over the world.

In 2008 he joined the Coast Guard and flew rescue and law enforcement missions. Nothing as cool as the Air Force, but still important.

Now, his excellent knowledge of aircraft has led him to be the designer of the new Coast Guard Glass Cockpit. (Computerized Instruments.)

He might be sent to learn how to fly UAVs for the Ohio or Texas Air Guard.

I love my dad. Everyone told him he couldn't or wouldn't become a pilot. He took that and shoved it in their face. He is the best pilot in the Coast Guard. Honestly. He doesn't brag but because of his extensive Air Force and combat training, none of the Coast Guard pilots can hold a candle to him.

I have my own dream. Dad got to live his and now its time for me to live mine.


I lay awake every single night day-dreaming of the day I free-fall out of a HC-130 Hercules and parachute into a mountainside, equipped with tactical medical gear ready to save someone who has been lost for a week in the Alaskan wilderness. Or Ill sit and think about/dream about running off a HH-60 Pavehawk and carrying back a U.S. Soldier riddled with bullet holes.

I love adventure and medicine. I want to save lives. I come from a family of Air Guard Babies and I'm patriotic to the core? Both sides of my family have lived in the U.S. since the early-mid 1700's. I take great pride in that.

The life of a military man isn't easy. Being a Pararescueman is 100% harder. Its a young mans job. Tougher on the body and the spirit than any other career in the U.S. Air Force. But somebody has to do it and I think I was meant to. I think I was born to.

I want more than anything to go skydiving. I will leave to go rock climbing, backpacking and mountain climbing in a few weeks. I bought a EMT textbook when I was fifteen. For fun. I get the worst goosebumps when I see a flag and hear the anthem. I stand tall and proud to be American. I was born to be in the Air Force. I was born to protect and serve and save lives.

People have told me I cant. They have said that its just a childhood dream. Not worth making a reality. A stupid was to provide for my family. Dangerous. Scary.

Yeah. I could be a lawyer. I could be a dentist. A CEO. I could work for myself or work for someone else. I could become a professor. I could. I don't want to.

Life is meant to be lived. Heavenly Father made me, knows me and gave me my talents and strengths and weaknesses. He didn't create this earth and his children to sit and rot. He wants me to go leave an impact.

Imagine your dad, hanging by his fingertips from a cliff. He misjudged a step and slipped. Fell. You're screaming for help but it only makes it worse. His fingers and beginning to cramp. He says "I love you." Seconds later, he falls. Breaks both legs and arm on the trees below has a puncture wound and is unconscious.

Pararescue jumps in and begins to revive him. He's stable and headed back to base on the helicopter.

Thats what I want to do. Be someones guardian angel on the worst day of their life. I won't do it for the money. Ha! I won't do it for the pride. They aren't highlighted. These missions go without seeing the print of a newspaper. I just want to do it because its the right thing to do and because I was meant to.

I will succeed. I will make it. I will graduate, and wear my blues with the maroon beret. (Lets hope a PJ never sees this. Id be laughed at and never have a chance to join if I said that to their faces. Its a brotherhood and Im not a part of it. Yet.)

Thats my dream.

Whats yours??

#stuckinmyhead

"There was a girl named Annie,
she had a very pretty face.
but not the way you would think so...
let me see if i can try to explain it.

She had a smile that could light up a room,
and if she moved it'd be moving you.
But it wasn't like a magazine,
she was just plain Jane,
her name was Annie.

...
You're beautiful.
…

There was a girl named Annie...
She had a very pretty face…"