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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20546064</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 16 Feb 2012 14:04:19 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Fields of the Harvest</title><description>A look into the lives and work of the Fields family - serving with CAMA Services in western Mongolia.</description><link>http://fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Fields of the harvest)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Fieldsoftheharvest" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="fieldsoftheharvest" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20546064.post-291736352458341925</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2011 10:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-11T22:41:36.084-07:00</atom:updated><title>Local exploration</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qdNtu3t3Oxg/ThvFdZcEjnI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ypsf6jMpMWU/s1600/petroglyph%2Bsaiah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 230px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628309268165070450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qdNtu3t3Oxg/ThvFdZcEjnI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ypsf6jMpMWU/s320/petroglyph%2Bsaiah.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our family went on kind of a backyard expedition this Saturday. Out past our Hovd airport is a famed local hill, on the backside of which are well-known petroglyphs. So we grabbed the blue russian van (iVan) and our notebooks to go and document them. At first we parked and climbed right past the ancient pictures... there aren't many signs or bulletin boards for tourist information!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hvbPGLPlKaM/ThvVxyq3gGI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/AMdsYWnD1K0/s1600/petroglyph%2Bzeke.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628327210721443938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hvbPGLPlKaM/ThvVxyq3gGI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/AMdsYWnD1K0/s320/petroglyph%2Bzeke.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our way back down the mini-mountain we descended right through a cluster of petroglyphs - mostly of simple mountain goats, with a few deer. The boys started drawing every single one but eventually quit (either because there were too many OR they all looked about the same). It was kind of like a historical egg hunt. To finish the day with some drama, our van wouldn't start... so we utilized the good old-fashioned family push-start to get the van turned around and rolling slightly downhill (it was close!). Another successful adventure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20546064-291736352458341925?l=fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com/2011/07/local-exploration.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fields of the harvest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qdNtu3t3Oxg/ThvFdZcEjnI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ypsf6jMpMWU/s72-c/petroglyph%2Bsaiah.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20546064.post-1792740232430923921</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2011 09:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-11T03:59:39.654-07:00</atom:updated><title>Summer holiday</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JjX7Ul56OnY/ThrPptfWcsI/AAAAAAAAAe4/gZltKhXsEd8/s1600/lawn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628038999845532354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JjX7Ul56OnY/ThrPptfWcsI/AAAAAAAAAe4/gZltKhXsEd8/s320/lawn.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahh, the bright break of summer holiday in Hovd. Although Krista has continued some schoolwork and gardening, she has also found some time to relax in the dependable sunshine of western Mongolia and enjoy our front lawn. It may not be much, but it is enough for toes and the upkeep isn't too tough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_rWl9DLAGg/ThrPpzbZ6FI/AAAAAAAAAfA/O8Ai7vDACU4/s1600/roasters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 236px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628039001439594578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7_rWl9DLAGg/ThrPpzbZ6FI/AAAAAAAAAfA/O8Ai7vDACU4/s320/roasters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We missed the 4th of July this year - fireworks and roasting marshmallows down by the river - but grandma Adiad brought a nice goathead over for roasting! The boys joined in with a couple of legs, hoofs and all, and quite enjoyed themselves! Not so good on hershey's and graham crackers, however...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20546064-1792740232430923921?l=fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-holiday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fields of the harvest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JjX7Ul56OnY/ThrPptfWcsI/AAAAAAAAAe4/gZltKhXsEd8/s72-c/lawn.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20546064.post-6872583226557753128</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Apr 2011 06:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-11T23:51:54.860-07:00</atom:updated><title>New Years in the Countryside</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6O-yam1HUEw/TaP1Q27-soI/AAAAAAAAAes/HNHOiSE_Nm0/s1600/larry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 241px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594584832098087554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6O-yam1HUEw/TaP1Q27-soI/AAAAAAAAAes/HNHOiSE_Nm0/s320/larry.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tx2Ax5soqfM/TaPtT713P5I/AAAAAAAAAek/g3Pyl7dFnWY/s1600/smilin%2527%2Bjoe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594576088861196178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tx2Ax5soqfM/TaPtT713P5I/AAAAAAAAAek/g3Pyl7dFnWY/s320/smilin%2527%2Bjoe.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jl18VThAID4/TaPsRXIgR0I/AAAAAAAAAec/22N8T1zmpvQ/s1600/barren%2Bbeauty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594574945135904578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jl18VThAID4/TaPsRXIgR0I/AAAAAAAAAec/22N8T1zmpvQ/s320/barren%2Bbeauty.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spring is here!! Two weeks ago was the annual Kazak New Years celebration, the marker for spring's beginning. Our family and the Lains were invited to go to the countryside and visit our hosting Grandma's son. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We piled into two cars, one driven by a family friend and the other by another brother and headed for about an hour ride out to where this family currently kept their gers. We arrived to a barren area with little more than dirt, rocks, a ger and a corral for the animals. We were warmly welcomed and all 5 kids headed straight for, well, the kids. There were at least 50 kids and lambs one of which was still slimy from birth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were called in and enjoy several cups of tea and then after a few minutes outside, to wash hands, we all came in and ate!! The table was laid with candy, several salads, dried milk curd, and meat. Everyone made a good dent in the meat, me being handed a rib and told to clean it, then the soup is served. This is the main food of this holiday and is a milk based rice soup. In every home you are to have two bowls, one to fill each of your legs. The kids were then quick to return to the vast outdoors and all the wonderful babies to be chased, hugged and generally adored!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the sun began to drop it was time for the ewes to return and the job of helping the lambs and kids find the right mother began. Both ladies of the house knew all the sets of twins by sight and keep handing them to all of us for safe keeping. When the mothers did arrive it is a wonderful mass of animals and people working to get the matches correct. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we headed home we were back for one more cup of tea and a few family pictures were snapped. We then pile in again for the ride back, with the addition of two students from a near by ger that were returning to the city after the holiday. The trip, animals and full stomachs made for a wonderfully memorable day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20546064-6872583226557753128?l=fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-years-in-countryside.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fields of the harvest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6O-yam1HUEw/TaP1Q27-soI/AAAAAAAAAes/HNHOiSE_Nm0/s72-c/larry.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20546064.post-1480784348065428538</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Mar 2011 04:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-26T22:17:27.905-07:00</atom:updated><title>Birthday Season</title><description>March and April are the birthday season for our family and team (not to mention the Kazakh New Year... blog forthcoming)! Unfortunately we have been without a working camera lately (soon to be remedied on Krista's birthday), so thanks to Zeke for these great birthday photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxQPRaUlANU/TY7EmoaHKCI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Quj9JED6hA0/s1600/eden%2527s%2Bbday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxQPRaUlANU/TY7EmoaHKCI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Quj9JED6hA0/s320/eden%2527s%2Bbday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588620355574376482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First was Eden's birthday - already 6! She got a big pink birthday cake and LOTS of presents and some dandy hand-made birthday cards. Presents included dolls and chapstick and anything pink, and she walked around for days afterwards asking how cute everyone thought she was. Here is a Mongolian doll that we have been saving for her since we brought her into our family 4 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-80Hn7yhKFVc/TY7EmGB3jqI/AAAAAAAAAd0/bmU35oVteC8/s1600/kids%2527%2Bpark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-80Hn7yhKFVc/TY7EmGB3jqI/AAAAAAAAAd0/bmU35oVteC8/s320/kids%2527%2Bpark.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588620346345885346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next was Saiah - now 8. His birthday included a sunny hike to the Children's Park with lots of friends and ice cream cones... hey, it was almost above freezing so why not?! Kids were all over the trees (wow, a park with real trees!) and statues of livestock, which seemed to be quite more fun than the weird "exercise equipment." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BsA5paxIeHU/TY7El8UTwxI/AAAAAAAAAds/XPJMMq4LeUk/s1600/saiah%2527s%2Bbday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BsA5paxIeHU/TY7El8UTwxI/AAAAAAAAAds/XPJMMq4LeUk/s320/saiah%2527s%2Bbday.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588620343738876690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then it was off to dinner, one of the only real restaurants in town, with presents and lots of kids "flirting" with the table of English-speaking ladies across from them. After that is has just been a flurry of more birthdays - Marvin, Eli, Krista Lain, Zeke next week, then our Krista!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20546064-1480784348065428538?l=fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com/2011/03/birthday-season.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fields of the harvest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxQPRaUlANU/TY7EmoaHKCI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Quj9JED6hA0/s72-c/eden%2527s%2Bbday.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20546064.post-1604884394216507063</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Dec 2010 14:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-06T05:38:40.116-08:00</atom:updated><title>Christmas in Hovd</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TSW5zTS68yI/AAAAAAAAAdA/s1bvbaXBICk/s1600/christmas%2Bpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TSW5zTS68yI/AAAAAAAAAdA/s1bvbaXBICk/s320/christmas%2Bpaper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559053606062846754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes in western Mongolia you just have to make do... Christmas, for example!  There is no wrapping paper of any kind here.  While our friends creatively cut up a Christmas tablecloth, we made some potato stamps and decorated our own paper.  Who knew that wrapping presents could be almost as fun as un-wrapping them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TSW6UuV_ioI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/89ljHlekmm0/s1600/christmas%2Bwall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TSW6UuV_ioI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/89ljHlekmm0/s320/christmas%2Bwall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559054180259170946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also, of course, no trees in western Mongolia.  While it may be possible to buy a plastic pygmy tree from the market (usually the week before New Year's), we chose to contextualize a bit this year - a beautiful section of ger wall strung with lights and hosting a variety of ornaments and ribbons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TSW6u_dSynI/AAAAAAAAAdY/vFAnjd6FoTk/s1600/white%2Bprincess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TSW6u_dSynI/AAAAAAAAAdY/vFAnjd6FoTk/s320/white%2Bprincess.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559054631529794162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great thing about Christmas are the concerts... and we were able to find a few.  Eden (and Avery) has been taking dance lessons at the Childrens' Palace.  They had a zoo of a holiday concert with all kinds of song and dance numbers.  Eden was slightly overshadowed in stardom by the young male vocalist standing directly in front of her stunning dance performance, but she enjoyed it thoroughly (and is happy to dance for anyone on command!).  I enjoyed a little stardom of my own, participating in the Christmas choir for our all-Hovd Church Celebration ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TSW6UadnxeI/AAAAAAAAAdI/It4p0Zp4llI/s1600/christmas%2Bpresents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TSW6UadnxeI/AAAAAAAAAdI/It4p0Zp4llI/s320/christmas%2Bpresents.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559054174922458594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course you need presents to celebrate the Birthday!!  Somehow we didn't have a problem finding these - thanks to a fruitful trip to UB (November) and some fantastic packages from the grandparents!  It was a good first Christmas in Hovd... and it is such a privilege to celebrate the coming of our King among a people who have been so long without one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20546064-1604884394216507063?l=fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-in-hovd.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fields of the harvest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TSW5zTS68yI/AAAAAAAAAdA/s1bvbaXBICk/s72-c/christmas%2Bpaper.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20546064.post-2495432156937661139</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Oct 2010 10:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-07T03:25:05.555-07:00</atom:updated><title>Eagle Hunting</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TK2fRXfY0EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/qaWew63pCNs/s1600/the+falcon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TK2fRXfY0EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/qaWew63pCNs/s320/the+falcon.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525247438565724226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had an amazing opportunity to take a long weekend and travel with friends to the annual Kazakh Eagle Festival in Bayan-Ulgii. Of course the kids were thrilled... Zeke has been waiting over a year to see the golden eagle hunters! We even met the youngest hunter, who got 4th place and was Zeke's age - 10! I don't think that they would trust any of us with their eagles, but we got to hold this falcon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TK2fRqcCrMI/AAAAAAAAAcU/KpeLkvzRm-8/s1600/eagle3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TK2fRqcCrMI/AAAAAAAAAcU/KpeLkvzRm-8/s320/eagle3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525247443651964098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were horse and camel races, a tug-of-war game on horseback, and lots of local crafts, but of course the eagles were the best part. They would take off from a small mountain and pounce on a fur being dragged behind their trainer. Some would wander off, some missed, but most were deadly accurate. I think the fastest eagle was about 12 seconds from peak to pounce. The hunters themselves were quite impressive as well, dressed in their furs and colorful embroidery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TK2fR5SlOMI/AAAAAAAAAcc/VzCe-BwntKY/s1600/the+pass.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TK2fR5SlOMI/AAAAAAAAAcc/VzCe-BwntKY/s320/the+pass.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525247447638816962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not only that, but creation itself was most impressive. We stayed in a ger camp next to a large, clear river (I didn't know they HAD any large OR clear rivers in Mongolia!). There were even a few trees (right next to the river). But the mountains were awesome - jagged with a few perennial snowcaps. As we went through the highest pass our intrepid teammate (Larry) ran up to 9000ft... after we set up this base camp at 8800 ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20546064-2495432156937661139?l=fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com/2010/10/eagle-hunting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fields of the harvest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TK2fRXfY0EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/qaWew63pCNs/s72-c/the+falcon.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20546064.post-5122154501576120418</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Oct 2010 00:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-06T18:11:25.546-07:00</atom:updated><title>Home Sweet Home</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TK0TISyaq6I/AAAAAAAAAcE/AeHjWepvGW0/s1600/the+ger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TK0TISyaq6I/AAAAAAAAAcE/AeHjWepvGW0/s320/the+ger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525093351056649122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We made it to Hovd and, by God's grace, we have a home... temporarily.  Living in a ger (yurt) is certainly a daily reminder that we are just pilgrims on earth!  It's a beautiful spot on the northern end of town in the middle of the Kazakh neighborhood. We are surrounded by harsh yet majestic mountains (some of which we've climbed already). We can get fresh milk every morning... we just have to watch our step around the yard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TK0THJgo8oI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Wh1EmY_JKB0/s1600/the+ger1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TK0THJgo8oI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Wh1EmY_JKB0/s320/the+ger1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525093331386299010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is a fairly large, yet still snug ger. At first we weren't really sure if we would fit - no corners to stack suitcases, beds take up most of the wallspace, etc.  This is the "kitchen" which transitions into the "library" and "master bedroom."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TK0TH1t6_9I/AAAAAAAAAb8/M9ws1cZpF0Y/s1600/the+ger2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TK0TH1t6_9I/AAAAAAAAAb8/M9ws1cZpF0Y/s320/the+ger2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525093343253168082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the other side we have the "walk-in closet" transitioning into the "kids' bedroom." Notice how we even hung a sheet to give the illusion of actual rooms!  In the center, of course, is our fireplace (and "dining room"). We use a bit of wood (the neighbors use brush) to get it going and some coal to make it last longer, but primarily we are burning cow dung ($2/bag!). Any questions?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20546064-5122154501576120418?l=fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com/2010/10/home-sweet-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fields of the harvest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TK0TISyaq6I/AAAAAAAAAcE/AeHjWepvGW0/s72-c/the+ger.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20546064.post-1477391933352578243</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Aug 2010 02:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-13T20:06:35.890-07:00</atom:updated><title>Summer camping 1</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TGYFVnD3BDI/AAAAAAAAAbM/eFNGkLdhfOY/s1600/ferry+landing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TGYFVnD3BDI/AAAAAAAAAbM/eFNGkLdhfOY/s320/ferry+landing.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505093463327573042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first camping trip for August started out with an exciting "shortcut" over mountains and streams... this one included a ferry crossing!  Although the ferry itself seemed quite sea-worthy, the boarding and de-boarding process was a bit tricky - driving over rickety 2x4s.  The trip via backroads was beautiful and perhaps shorter as the crow flies... but we certainly didn't save any time!  And a few people wanted to throw up most of the time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TGYFWBeSqJI/AAAAAAAAAbU/6wTZYtoZAFI/s1600/camp+dinner.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TGYFWBeSqJI/AAAAAAAAAbU/6wTZYtoZAFI/s320/camp+dinner.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505093470417758354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were LOTS of kids (11 out of 17) and plenty of food.  Our "western dish" for the day was spaghetti.  It was surprisingly damp and cool in the evenings, though our days were fabulous.  So the kids spent all day in the nearby stream and then bundled up tight for the night.  We also had a race to the top of the mountain which got the blood flowing and a wild game with our football of mongolianized "500."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TGYFWjojO3I/AAAAAAAAAbc/-2r7OQcaQYc/s1600/camping+2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TGYFWjojO3I/AAAAAAAAAbc/-2r7OQcaQYc/s320/camping+2010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505093479587593074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was our last special time with Dawaa and Bathoik (our project staff) and their families.  I managed to sneak a little bit of work in as we spent a few hours reflecting on the example of the Grameen Bank, and a bit of reflection as we gathered around the evening fire to talk about these last few years and share communion.  Camping can be hard work, but God is good and this was definitely worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20546064-1477391933352578243?l=fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-camping-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fields of the harvest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TGYFVnD3BDI/AAAAAAAAAbM/eFNGkLdhfOY/s72-c/ferry+landing.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20546064.post-1285348814285779104</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jul 2010 13:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-23T06:32:44.406-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Coming of Larry</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TEmYCl7R9hI/AAAAAAAAAbE/FcsJ5qeOhhc/s1600/pull-ups.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TEmYCl7R9hI/AAAAAAAAAbE/FcsJ5qeOhhc/s320/pull-ups.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497091990490314258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These last few weeks I have been thinking to myself... there isn't much time left.  I just KNOW that, when the Lains get here, I am going to have to exercise.  I know it will be good for me and I'll probably even like it, so as painful as it is we boys are trying to get ourselves ready.  We don't want to be caught weak and flabby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I chuckle every time I think of it because it is so like our waiting for Jesus sometimes!  I don't really want to get up and exercise today, and I'm not really up for socializing with neighbors - much less leading them to reflect on spiritual truths - but there is just no getting around the HUGE risk of not being ready when He comes.  Thankfully, Larry can only torture us in this world... but I gotta say, I look forward to becoming a better man with his help.  Ha, it will even be his second coming (to Mongolia)!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20546064-1285348814285779104?l=fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com/2010/07/coming-of-larry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fields of the harvest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TEmYCl7R9hI/AAAAAAAAAbE/FcsJ5qeOhhc/s72-c/pull-ups.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20546064.post-6606979939471619953</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Jul 2010 12:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-12T05:22:50.801-07:00</atom:updated><title>Dread Head</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDsIDfAYH_I/AAAAAAAAAa0/85ZjDFH4cyE/s1600/dread-head.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDsIDfAYH_I/AAAAAAAAAa0/85ZjDFH4cyE/s320/dread-head.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492993026464161778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had some time on our hands the last couple weekends to work on an experiment ... Saiah's dreadlocks!  It is our first attempt, without any fancy products, so it is pretty obvious that we are going to need some practice ;)  Thankfully Saiah isn't too worried about it... which is good since the back half of his head still isn't done yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDsIDzN93UI/AAAAAAAAAa8/XCKW1JXWu84/s1600/river+bums.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDsIDzN93UI/AAAAAAAAAa8/XCKW1JXWu84/s320/river+bums.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492993031889870146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a lovely Sunday out at the river with our church.  We sang some songs, had a review/lesson on the spiritual universe, jumped in the river, and enjoyed some boiled meat (the Mongolian equivalent of a BBQ).  These two bums made a sandcastle in their free time, and didn't even burn all day in the sun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20546064-6606979939471619953?l=fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com/2010/07/dread-head.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fields of the harvest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDsIDfAYH_I/AAAAAAAAAa0/85ZjDFH4cyE/s72-c/dread-head.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20546064.post-2062409133323108296</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Jul 2010 13:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-06T06:43:50.521-07:00</atom:updated><title>Motor Tour 8 - Friends</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDMwWv1WnJI/AAAAAAAAAaU/tqazkJLUTtE/s1600/english.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDMwWv1WnJI/AAAAAAAAAaU/tqazkJLUTtE/s320/english.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490785538050268306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Perhaps the greatest and most interesting part of the trip was just meeting and spending time with people I would have never have met otherwise.  For example, even way out in the middle of nowhere we found young people who were learning English!  This young fellow, whose sister's English was half decent (his wasn't), had never even met a foreigner before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDMwXFhgXfI/AAAAAAAAAac/NUFP2epC-L4/s1600/vice+governor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDMwXFhgXfI/AAAAAAAAAac/NUFP2epC-L4/s320/vice+governor.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490785543872601586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the opening ceremony we even rubbed elbows with Darhan's vice-governor for a bit.  He knew a bit about CAMA Services and was pleased with my Mongolian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDMwXdA8ygI/AAAAAAAAAak/RwpkTqYW6B8/s1600/business.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDMwXdA8ygI/AAAAAAAAAak/RwpkTqYW6B8/s320/business.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490785550178503170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our very own team we had a variety of backgrounds - like two doctors and several businessmen (e.g. a kimchi company, and this guy owns part of a cellphone company as well as the international market in town).  We had VERY different ideas about economic development, but I think that we both really came to respect each other (and you can see how he just adores "Jack"!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDMwX_Y_mAI/AAAAAAAAAas/4J4s-zqY3GY/s1600/group+boulder.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDMwX_Y_mAI/AAAAAAAAAas/4J4s-zqY3GY/s320/group+boulder.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490785559406155778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For me it was even more than just the individuals, but watching and enjoying how we all functioned and began to relate as a group of Mongolian men ;) For example the evening toasts were a cornerstone to bonding (and I figured out how to get out of drinking!); and seeing discomforts fade as guys started to find their niche or specific function in the group.  I think that I may have ended up learning more about the culture from the campsites than from the historic sites! I praise God for this culture and for these friends!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20546064-2062409133323108296?l=fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com/2010/07/motor-tour-8-friends.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fields of the harvest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDMwWv1WnJI/AAAAAAAAAaU/tqazkJLUTtE/s72-c/english.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20546064.post-7044732403282042449</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jul 2010 13:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-05T06:50:31.082-07:00</atom:updated><title>Motor Tour 7 - Battlegrounds</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDHh4oBA6oI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/aobi0Cv-DmQ/s1600/archer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDHh4oBA6oI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/aobi0Cv-DmQ/s320/archer.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490417783671941762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Perhaps the best part of the trip was riding a motorcycle over the plains and valleys where Chingis' scouts and soldiers once rode.  This is supposedly the site of his very first battle, as described in their only recorded history "The Secret History of the Mongols," where he fought the Mergeds (30,000 or so!) to take back his wife.  The only thing there now is a big rock (brought there to commemorate the plain) and a small bubbling spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDHh5Kn5mLI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/evNngdOS_qs/s1600/battle+of+friends.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDHh5Kn5mLI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/evNngdOS_qs/s320/battle+of+friends.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490417792961845426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another site, this one back in the hills and forests, is where Chingis supposedly fought his best friend Jamukh for leadership over all Mongol peoples.  Chingis did not want to kill him, but Jamukh insisted.  Standing here is our faithful leader and documentarian - Javhai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDHh5gt_jdI/AAAAAAAAAaE/mz-FAIzKKdQ/s1600/hitching+post.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDHh5gt_jdI/AAAAAAAAAaE/mz-FAIzKKdQ/s320/hitching+post.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490417798892981714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After all that traveling it is nice to sit down and have a snack... again supposedly in the very place where Chingis once hitched his horse 800 years ago!  It is just too bad that you have to travel so many long and dusty hours just to get to another neat-looking rock in the middle of nowhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDHh6iOIcAI/AAAAAAAAAaM/C0bR5iyQ55I/s1600/archer+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDHh6iOIcAI/AAAAAAAAAaM/C0bR5iyQ55I/s320/archer+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490417816476086274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another favorite visit was to this traditional bow-maker.  Krista got me one of these bows almost 2 years ago but I never saw how it was done - cutting strips of ram's horn, glueing it to a strip of birch(with homemade glue from livestock...don't ask!), and coating on layers of cow tendons.  This backwards-bending bow is surprisingly strong - as powerful as an English longbow and half the size!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20546064-7044732403282042449?l=fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com/2010/07/motor-tour-7-battlegrounds.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fields of the harvest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDHh4oBA6oI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/aobi0Cv-DmQ/s72-c/archer.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20546064.post-6369092930411140603</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jul 2010 13:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-05T06:30:22.926-07:00</atom:updated><title>Motor Tour 6 - Rivers</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDHdlBSuHoI/AAAAAAAAAZU/X1ByAKmKdCA/s1600/river+orhon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDHdlBSuHoI/AAAAAAAAAZU/X1ByAKmKdCA/s320/river+orhon.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490413048813198978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is bold "Jack," leading us to greener pastures.  This is a cliff overlooking the Orhon valley... I've never seen Mongolia so green! It was a beautiful spot, which was good because we ended up staying there for HOURS trying to fix a car.  This area north of Darhan is famous for its vegetables (which may not be saying much for Mongolia, but is still impressive to me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDHdlugE0AI/AAAAAAAAAZc/nYjO9Twwaj0/s1600/river+ferry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDHdlugE0AI/AAAAAAAAAZc/nYjO9Twwaj0/s320/river+ferry.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490413060948807682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Further up the river, although several more hours around, we stopped and spent some time around this ferry.  I grew up near a ferry and, while I wasn't too impressed with the ramps, it was ingenious how they use cable winches to slant the ferry so that the current pulls them across (no motor!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDHdmGWuqNI/AAAAAAAAAZk/f9uUx8VlNzs/s1600/river+sand.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDHdmGWuqNI/AAAAAAAAAZk/f9uUx8VlNzs/s320/river+sand.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490413067352058066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ended up visiting seven "rivers" on our trip (some of them less than knee deep). On especially hot days we would all strip down to our undies and jump in (or crawl in, as the case often was).  One of the cultural curiosities we did NOT participate in was the sand sauna... a little too hot and a little too close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDHdmaCSq5I/AAAAAAAAAZs/k4Kgxqf43QQ/s1600/river+suits.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDHdmaCSq5I/AAAAAAAAAZs/k4Kgxqf43QQ/s320/river+suits.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490413072635046802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know this is supposed to be G-rated, but I thought you would be proud to know that all 3 of us Americans didn't hesitate to follow suit... it was pretty frigid but, like I said, it was HOT out there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20546064-6369092930411140603?l=fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com/2010/07/motor-tour-6-rivers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fields of the harvest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDHdlBSuHoI/AAAAAAAAAZU/X1ByAKmKdCA/s72-c/river+orhon.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20546064.post-956129743186175602</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Jul 2010 09:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-04T03:06:47.402-07:00</atom:updated><title>Motor Tour 5 - Religions</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDBYc5bfO5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/XzVByWowO9c/s1600/ceremony.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDBYc5bfO5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/XzVByWowO9c/s320/ceremony.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489985199240330130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tibetan Buddhism is the official religion of Mongolia (though no one knows much about it except the lams).  Since the fall of communism (and the mass destruction of all things buddhist) there has been slow stages of revival.  Here we visited the opening ceremony for a new temple that will built upon the ruins of an old monastery. I heard that USAid gave $1 million for another such rebuilding effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDBYddgk5qI/AAAAAAAAAY8/WejJr_ESZhc/s1600/monk+boys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDBYddgk5qI/AAAAAAAAAY8/WejJr_ESZhc/s320/monk+boys.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489985208925349538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These young fellows have been dedicated to buddhist teachings and service.  They do not participate in public school or events, but board at the temple and receive their education from their "teacher." Here they take a few minutes in the shade before the ceremony, where they will assist the monks with Tibetan scriptures and musical instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDBYdxGbKwI/AAAAAAAAAZE/-Yd6TCx-U1M/s1600/mothertree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDBYdxGbKwI/AAAAAAAAAZE/-Yd6TCx-U1M/s320/mothertree.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489985214184368898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From my perspective the heart-beliefs of Mongolia are still animistic, though it is somewhat confusing since monks often participate thoroughly in animistic practices. This is the "mother tree"... a difficult visit for me due to the hypocrisy I find in venerating a single tree and generally disregarding the rest of our environment (not to mention the hypocrisy of worshipping a tree and generally disregarding the Lord of Heaven, something Chingis himself would never have done).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDBYejlz0sI/AAAAAAAAAZM/XRTt9XiKIvo/s1600/inter-religious.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDBYejlz0sI/AAAAAAAAAZM/XRTt9XiKIvo/s320/inter-religious.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489985227737780930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By far the most interesting experience was sitting next to our traveling monk (who now consults privately instead of serving in a temple) in the home of a distinguished Kazakh elder, with a former muslim imam (who is now a local official).  It was very bizarre to see their cultural similarities, yet to identify far more with the Kazakh muslims theologically.  For me the greatest insight, and challenge, was to realize that they had no intentions or even desire to "convert" one another - Mongolians are buddhist and Kazakhs are muslim... it is the Christians who to some extent must disregard all culture and history as they follow their Savior in search for the all-encompassing community with eternal foundations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20546064-956129743186175602?l=fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com/2010/07/motor-tour-5-religions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fields of the harvest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TDBYc5bfO5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/XzVByWowO9c/s72-c/ceremony.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20546064.post-3925346186966976175</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Jul 2010 13:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-01T07:36:14.565-07:00</atom:updated><title>Motor Tour 4- Animal Whisperers</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCyjuqnGKQI/AAAAAAAAAYc/e3eklTQZK68/s1600/horsewhisperer2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCyjuqnGKQI/AAAAAAAAAYc/e3eklTQZK68/s320/horsewhisperer2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488942067965372674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That second campsite, the one on the hill, was near one of Darhan's champion horseracers.  We dropped in after pitching our tents, about 11:30pm, for tea and some jokes.  Then the next morning he showed off one of his 3 herds to us and put his youngest on this prize-winner (he had six prize-winning horses).  I think that even "Jack" got to ride him for a bit (about 3 minutes), but the horse looked MUCH smaller underneath my 6'3" friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCyjuPl0eYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6s7I8FHxtT8/s1600/horse+whisperer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCyjuPl0eYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6s7I8FHxtT8/s320/horse+whisperer.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488942060712262018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our fourth campsite was by a pleasant stream next to one of Mongolia's champion hunters.  We dropped in BEFORE pitching our tents, about 11:30pm, for tea and some jokes.  Then the next morning he sprang out of bed to show us a wolf pelt (from 4 days ago) and rustle a horse for milking - it is "airag" season (fermented mare's milk).  Did I mention he is 78 years old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCyjvI-cVjI/AAAAAAAAAYk/tNJ5O1yO5lk/s1600/goat+whisperer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCyjvI-cVjI/AAAAAAAAAYk/tNJ5O1yO5lk/s320/goat+whisperer.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488942076116358706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course we encountered more than just horse whisperers... here is a young goat whisperer trying to re-tether our dinner!  We also saw sheep and even a couple herds of camels (all 5 of Mongolia's livestock).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCyjvscmh6I/AAAAAAAAAYs/MIy3GvPsbHI/s1600/cow+whisperer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCyjvscmh6I/AAAAAAAAAYs/MIy3GvPsbHI/s320/cow+whisperer.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488942085638096802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I can't leave out the cows.  These fine fellows were generous enough to share a bit of shade with me, which can be hard to come by on the open steppe of Mongolia!  They weren't very chatty, which was fine with me because by that time I was hot and tired and wanted to get away from people for awhile!  Ha, trying to get away from people while traveling in the remote countryside of the least dense nation on earth!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20546064-3925346186966976175?l=fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com/2010/07/motor-tour-4-animal-whisperers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fields of the harvest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCyjuqnGKQI/AAAAAAAAAYc/e3eklTQZK68/s72-c/horsewhisperer2.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20546064.post-1961925819753028824</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Jul 2010 13:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-01T06:41:17.891-07:00</atom:updated><title>Motor Tour 3 - Campsites</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCyaZArt1xI/AAAAAAAAAX8/EMdqdWoLAcY/s1600/campsite.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCyaZArt1xI/AAAAAAAAAX8/EMdqdWoLAcY/s320/campsite.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488931800328558354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a variety of wonderful camping spots.  I had no idea that our area of Mongolia had so many trees!  Our first night could have been a pleasant forest in central Oregon. Everyone piled out of their trucks about sundown (10pm-ish, the earliest we ever made camp!). Then, due to a small excursion in the morning (not to mention the stockpile of beer and vodka from the night before) we hung around this beautiful spot for HOURS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCyaZsNO8YI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Q75XX2ABw0I/s1600/campsite2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCyaZsNO8YI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Q75XX2ABw0I/s320/campsite2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488931812011864450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our next night was very different are far more typically Mongolian - a great view from a grassy hilltop, but not a tree in sight.  There was a salt lake in the distance and plenty of critters to entertain us, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCyaaLX3a1I/AAAAAAAAAYM/Qn9S4aDKv2o/s1600/smoking+meat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCyaaLX3a1I/AAAAAAAAAYM/Qn9S4aDKv2o/s320/smoking+meat.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488931820377959250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The food was also quite interesting, though nothing was different about it at all - fairly bland greasy soups every night (usually around midnight)!  I actually quite liked it... for the first couple nights.  Although I slowly lost my appetite, it had nothing to do with the fact that we butchered, smoked, and carried our own meat throughout the long hot days.  Actually the bloodless killing, skinning and light smoking are all quite fascinating... now if only we had some curry, or at least ketchup!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20546064-1961925819753028824?l=fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com/2010/07/motor-tour-3-campsites.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fields of the harvest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCyaZArt1xI/AAAAAAAAAX8/EMdqdWoLAcY/s72-c/campsite.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20546064.post-4048701574452593401</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jun 2010 11:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-04T02:23:25.606-07:00</atom:updated><title>Motor Tour 2 - Roads</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCsmlhaER7I/AAAAAAAAAXE/s5fenmMcxJ8/s1600/road.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCsmlhaER7I/AAAAAAAAAXE/s5fenmMcxJ8/s320/road.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488522996945799090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A good share of the time (perhaps 1/3) we had decent roads - mostly dirt.  That is smooth sailing for a motorcycle!  Unfortunately about 1/3 of the roads were really BAD.  I didn't really mind the ruts, or washboard, or rocks... and I didn't even ride on the really hard road towards the end (bike broke down).  But the sand was awful, and almost everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCsmmAkjBtI/AAAAAAAAAXM/QwOjpi5ih5I/s1600/no+road.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCsmmAkjBtI/AAAAAAAAAXM/QwOjpi5ih5I/s320/no+road.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488523005311256274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best part of the trip was having no roads at all!  I kept humming, "Signs, signs, everywhere there's signs, blocking up the scenery and wasting my time"... not really a problem here in Mongolia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCsmmUpnkNI/AAAAAAAAAXU/C1smYF1oTqU/s1600/hilltop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCsmmUpnkNI/AAAAAAAAAXU/C1smYF1oTqU/s320/hilltop.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488523010701234386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For example one can take off after eagles, or round up a few camels, or scout a difficult cliff or river crossing, or just go to the top of a hill and enjoy the view. Here we are with a few of the guys overlooking a valley where the local monks are beginning to rebuild some monestary ruins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCsmm1Dk_nI/AAAAAAAAAXc/8V_6SHXmPKg/s1600/easy+rider.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCsmm1Dk_nI/AAAAAAAAAXc/8V_6SHXmPKg/s320/easy+rider.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488523019400052338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The roads weren't too bad, but don't be fooled by this easy-rider.  It was HOT!  Most days were in the upper 90's.  Our mongolian friends thought they were dying, and they were all riding in cars!  I don't think I've ever drank so much water in my life.  Thankfully the layers of dust kept me from getting sunburned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20546064-4048701574452593401?l=fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com/2010/06/motor-tour-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fields of the harvest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCsmlhaER7I/AAAAAAAAAXE/s5fenmMcxJ8/s72-c/road.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20546064.post-8518527071070376871</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Jun 2010 13:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-04T02:22:16.482-07:00</atom:updated><title>MotorTour 1- Darhan</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCn5ko7gFZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/bHXGbvxF0YI/s1600/gearing+up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCn5ko7gFZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/bHXGbvxF0YI/s320/gearing+up.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488192028785251730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our adventure started on a regular old Saturday afternoon.  Here we are getting gas after the big "sending off." My fellow traveler, we'll call him "Jack" (he might get in trouble if certain people knew he went on this trip!), talked me into this brave expedition... I didn't know we would be the only ones on bikes... and I didn't know he would get the fancy dirt-bike with all the cool gear ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCn5lCMibFI/AAAAAAAAAWs/JicxE746FEg/s1600/poster+boy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCn5lCMibFI/AAAAAAAAAWs/JicxE746FEg/s320/poster+boy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488192035567594578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is interesting to me that they picked "Jack" to come along as their poster-boy for Darhan's 50th anniversary!  He is certainly a charmer... who wouldn't want to come visit this beautiful city?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCn5lvO-QZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ruo3wgKA2dw/s1600/around+town.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCn5lvO-QZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ruo3wgKA2dw/s320/around+town.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488192047657402770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first several hours (or so it seemed) were spent circling Darhan visiting the "main attractions."  Having lived here 7 years, and wanting to get OUT of Darhan on my motorcycle, I did not find them all that attractive!  But we did have some cops stop traffic for us once or twice while we flew by with our fancy banners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCn5mYHDDaI/AAAAAAAAAW8/35a6IMme4ko/s1600/iron+men.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCn5mYHDDaI/AAAAAAAAAW8/35a6IMme4ko/s320/iron+men.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488192058630016418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our personal favorite stop was the relatively new Metal Man.  He is a creative (hub caps, sewing machines, welding tanks, you-name-it!) 10-meter tall representative of Darhan's steel factory as you come into town. And with us is Garret (his real name), the 3rd musketeer on this wild mongolian ride...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20546064-8518527071070376871?l=fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com/2010/06/motortour-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fields of the harvest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCn5ko7gFZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/bHXGbvxF0YI/s72-c/gearing+up.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20546064.post-5724153287138187623</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Jun 2010 03:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-25T20:59:55.236-07:00</atom:updated><title>Mongolia MotoTour</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCV3oHIYc-I/AAAAAAAAAWc/ENdB_kddOIE/s1600/biker.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCV3oHIYc-I/AAAAAAAAAWc/ENdB_kddOIE/s320/biker.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486923252013495266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a wild ride - 5 days, 4 nights - traveling around to each of the cultural and historic sights around Darhan.  In preparation for Darhan's 50th anniversary next year, a team of 18 was put together - videographers, historians, technicians, a few businessmen, and a pair of American bikers! - to record all of these sights in order to promote city-pride and tourism. It wasn't easy!  The days were long (dinner was usually around midnight), the roads were dusty, and the days were HOT (about 100F).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCV3nsYO2GI/AAAAAAAAAWU/WGjRJQ5exL4/s1600/battlefield.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCV3nsYO2GI/AAAAAAAAAWU/WGjRJQ5exL4/s320/battlefield.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486923244832217186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, traveling with this small horde across road, trail and steppe.  We even rode our bikes across ancient battlefields like modern horsemen, and stopped to swim in the rivers and rest in the shade of mountains where Chingis himself once rode.  In the next couple blogs I will try to show you these places, some of them beautiful and some of the harsh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20546064-5724153287138187623?l=fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com/2010/06/mongolia-mototour.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fields of the harvest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TCV3oHIYc-I/AAAAAAAAAWc/ENdB_kddOIE/s72-c/biker.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20546064.post-2051980289964437448</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Jun 2010 06:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-08T18:55:08.042-07:00</atom:updated><title>High Fying</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TAtIEnZwx1I/AAAAAAAAAWE/O2dv_AcIoLE/s1600/kite+launch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TAtIEnZwx1I/AAAAAAAAAWE/O2dv_AcIoLE/s320/kite+launch.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479552615760054098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We enjoyed "International Childrens' Day" on June 1st, a popular holiday here in Mongolia.  And we have had some great weather lately, but quite windy... perfect for kite-flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TAtIEzvHybI/AAAAAAAAAWM/R-kISaKb3bI/s1600/kite+flying.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TAtIEzvHybI/AAAAAAAAAWM/R-kISaKb3bI/s320/kite+flying.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479552619070867890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ordered ourselves a present and have all been enjoying this 2-meter training kite - bigger ones are used for kite-boarding. Even this one can be a little strong for the boys, but if they get the hang of it then maybe next year we will get them a mountain-board (and lots and lots of pads!).  See, there are fun things you can do with wind and LOTS of sandy steppe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20546064-2051980289964437448?l=fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com/2010/06/high-fying.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fields of the harvest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/TAtIEnZwx1I/AAAAAAAAAWE/O2dv_AcIoLE/s72-c/kite+launch.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20546064.post-4577604781558732962</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Apr 2010 13:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-30T06:47:54.587-07:00</atom:updated><title>Last of the Firewood</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S9rcGBIMh8I/AAAAAAAAAVc/Fa2Qo4IkDM8/s1600/axeman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S9rcGBIMh8I/AAAAAAAAAVc/Fa2Qo4IkDM8/s320/axeman.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465923093707655106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a couple 70-degree days (it didn't even freeze last night!) so we opened and cleaned off our balcony.  There were only a couple rounds left of firewood, having given most of it away, so us "men" went ahead and chopped it up.  Although we are still burning fires, I was just thinking that we will not be chopping wood again for a LONG time... Hovd, where we will be moving this August, doesn't have any trees!!  Nope, next winter we will be burning dung and coal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: no fingers were harmed in the capturing of these photos ;)  But there were a few times I didn't care to watch!  Saiah didn't look to thrilled either... until he got his own try.  Does this story look familiar to any of you who have chopped wood before?...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S9rdn6-WK9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/P0DpXz8nIe4/s1600/logger1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S9rdn6-WK9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/P0DpXz8nIe4/s200/logger1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465924775682911186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S9rdoWFK_lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/bM1fSZCrOQY/s1600/logger2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S9rdoWFK_lI/AAAAAAAAAVs/bM1fSZCrOQY/s200/logger2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465924782959296082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S9rdo-uXfTI/AAAAAAAAAV0/LaJqb2J-Mk0/s1600/logger3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S9rdo-uXfTI/AAAAAAAAAV0/LaJqb2J-Mk0/s200/logger3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465924793869499698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S9rdpA1msoI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ePnrjZ9nS8w/s1600/logger4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S9rdpA1msoI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ePnrjZ9nS8w/s200/logger4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465924794436727426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20546064-4577604781558732962?l=fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-of-firewood.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fields of the harvest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S9rcGBIMh8I/AAAAAAAAAVc/Fa2Qo4IkDM8/s72-c/axeman.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20546064.post-5814797555610313871</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Mar 2010 05:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-14T23:10:56.032-07:00</atom:updated><title>Bangkok Birthday #2</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S53M2idSJFI/AAAAAAAAATY/Y2UPzh3RifY/s1600-h/shark.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448736361522799698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S53M2idSJFI/AAAAAAAAATY/Y2UPzh3RifY/s320/shark.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our second day in Bangkok was Isaiah's birthday!  What does a 7-year old want to do?  Go to the aquarium!  So we went to another fancy mall - this time to the basement - where we found a very impressive aquarium with 7 aquatic zones.  Zeke liked the otters, who did some tricks for us, and Saiah got to pet a boa constrictor.  They also got their toes cleaned by minnows, but my favorite was walking THROUGH the sharks - a long tunnel that wound right through the aquarium.  The boys even saw a shark feeding, with manta rays, which was pretty intense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S53M2D_yoqI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ZgnxCgx-WqU/s1600-h/4d+theatre.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448736353346036386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S53M2D_yoqI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ZgnxCgx-WqU/s320/4d+theatre.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally the aquarium had a special 4D theatre with a short film about a sea turtle - our chairs rocked with the waves, vibrated to the machines, and we even got puffs of air in our faces... like when we were snatched up by an eagle!  What a great 7th birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, after all of that fun and excitement we got to go to the airport at 10pm, wait until 1am for our plane, and then try to get 5 hours of sleep in a chair.  Not so fun... but such is the life of adventurers for Jesus ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20546064-5814797555610313871?l=fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com/2010/03/bangkok-birthday-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fields of the harvest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S53M2idSJFI/AAAAAAAAATY/Y2UPzh3RifY/s72-c/shark.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20546064.post-705065728043582705</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Mar 2010 05:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-14T22:58:01.581-07:00</atom:updated><title>Bangkok Birthday #1</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S53JeJO6O6I/AAAAAAAAAS4/T6TFYww6CZI/s1600-h/market.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448732643899882402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S53JeJO6O6I/AAAAAAAAAS4/T6TFYww6CZI/s320/market.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We came back from the beach and enjoyed 2 days in Bangkok (which was dreadfully hot!). Our first morning we met some friends and went to the largest open market in Asia, which isn't too far from our guesthouse. It was pretty overwhelming, but we could stop for popsicles or iced teas whenever we needed to ;) It is still amazing to see all of this fruit and all of these flowers in March... especially since we haven't seen a leaf in Mongolia since October!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S53JejQSE4I/AAAAAAAAATA/5x5tnrwIa7U/s1600-h/park.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448732650884961154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S53JejQSE4I/AAAAAAAAATA/5x5tnrwIa7U/s320/park.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This just happened to be Eden's birthday - she has been with us 3 years now! Although a bit crabby, we enjoyed a walk through the park after that crowded market. We made our way to a butterfly pavilion - Eden's birthday choice. We took some good pictures of butterflies, but each picture of with a kid has a sour face! Like I said, it was HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S53LjHRX2mI/AAAAAAAAATI/OlfNdA8frKM/s1600-h/slides.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448734928295942754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S53LjHRX2mI/AAAAAAAAATI/OlfNdA8frKM/s320/slides.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So that evening we snuck off to a fancy mall with a water park on top! Fun, fun, fun! We were the ONLY white people there... apparently all of the foreigners go to nice beaches in Thailand :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20546064-705065728043582705?l=fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com/2010/03/bangkok-birthday-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fields of the harvest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S53JeJO6O6I/AAAAAAAAAS4/T6TFYww6CZI/s72-c/market.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20546064.post-9136677120466527264</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2010 02:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-09T18:43:57.610-08:00</atom:updated><title>Island Adventure</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S5cE-CIvSjI/AAAAAAAAASo/YHN_NvoCCyA/s1600-h/boat+ride.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446827738099829298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S5cE-CIvSjI/AAAAAAAAASo/YHN_NvoCCyA/s320/boat+ride.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We rented a boat for a big excursion the other day. Actually, our first day we almost lost ourselves at sea with sea kayaks, so the next day we got a boat for the ladies ;) It was a beautiful day (it seems they all are here!) and we went down the coast past several islands - one we would like to go back and rock climb! Another island was "Monkey Island," where we fed bananas to swarms of little monkeys. They were pretty cute, except for the bully that tried biting Saiah's leg! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S5cE_F2AxdI/AAAAAAAAASw/vzQ1XNH5rPM/s1600-h/monkeys.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S5cE_F2AxdI/AAAAAAAAASw/vzQ1XNH5rPM/s1600-h/monkeys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 218px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446827756274894290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S5cE_F2AxdI/AAAAAAAAASw/vzQ1XNH5rPM/s320/monkeys.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We landed on a nice beach that is acts as a "back entrance" to the Sam Roi Yot national park. After swimming for awhile and grabbing some lunch, we hiked up 400 meters of volcanic rock to a pair of sacred sunken caves. They were quit beautiful as the vines hung clear down to the floor and trees reached almost clear to the ceiling, surrounded by bright green rocks. A great trip and another great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20546064-9136677120466527264?l=fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com/2010/03/island-adventure.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fields of the harvest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S5cE-CIvSjI/AAAAAAAAASo/YHN_NvoCCyA/s72-c/boat+ride.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20546064.post-259042579047457852</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2010 02:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-09T18:31:45.343-08:00</atom:updated><title>Prune Hands</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S5cAxsq-sdI/AAAAAAAAASg/1a_dzSqWxoQ/s1600-h/pool+retreat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446823128132923858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S5cAxsq-sdI/AAAAAAAAASg/1a_dzSqWxoQ/s320/pool+retreat.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are enjoying the tropics!  Our week of CAMA World Retreat was really special - worshiping together and hearing what God is doing in some of the toughest places on earth.  So many wonderful folks working with a great God!  The Retreat also allowed us to gradually adjust to the heat and minimize the sunburning process ;)  There was a gorgeous swimming pool, which the kids were in every spare minute, with a cool spiral slide. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S5cAw9ae2JI/AAAAAAAAASY/cp3cMmzqwSg/s1600-h/backflip.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446823115447261330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S5cAw9ae2JI/AAAAAAAAASY/cp3cMmzqwSg/s320/backflip.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our next resort (right on the beach this time) also has a great little pool with a slide.  The kids usually get in right after breakfast and swim and splash and dive until lunch!  Here is Zeke trying something new with Uncle Larry... can you find him, he's kinda like a where's Waldo.  The boys love diving for coins and we are surprised how well they are swimming (they get a lot more practice ice-skating over water than in the water!).  It took Eden a couple days but now she is always in the water too... the goggles really help! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20546064-259042579047457852?l=fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://fieldsoftheharvest.blogspot.com/2010/03/prune-hands.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Fields of the harvest)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8lOfaNDNXpo/S5cAxsq-sdI/AAAAAAAAASg/1a_dzSqWxoQ/s72-c/pool+retreat.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

