Hi Nancy … a coincidence as in the post above yours - the gal dressed for winter - is my daughter as well as the person who took my photos with the bear from the mountain top. I decided I could have made it up to the top, but the terrain was slippery and if you climb mountains you know that the accidents happen when you slide on the way down. I decided not to chance it. We had a guide and he went on up with her and the plan was that I would be content at the high level I was, enjoying the scenery until they came down. And then they saw the grizzly long before I saw him heading my way as my angle was different. They tried to signal as they were so high up — and, dumb me, I thought they wanted to take my photo with Mt. McKinley in the background. So I posed — and they pointed sideways and I thought their view wasn’t right and I moved further over and waved for my photo of a lifetime — and then THEREWASTHEBEAR - and instead of Mt. McKinley, the photo was me and the biggest grizzly (who later stood on hind legs and I think he set a record). The story was the talk of Denali that year, but I can’t tell it in a couple of sentences. TRULY … as it is the story of a lifetime (though I have others, many others).
As to my being a published writer as is my "best friend" above, he is a well published author but over the last few years we have done two adventurous books together after our "chance bear encounters" that brought the two of us together … and if you get NYTimes you may catch me in there, or in travel magazines as I seem to wear out my passports.
My mother told me early that I was to "live life to the fullest" and I have tried from then on to more than live up to her wonderful words!!! Joan
wow joan. you are a true adventerer. you will certainly go having said you did it all. what a neat life you have lived. thanx for sharing your story. it must have been heart stopping. probably for the bear too. lol! glad you BOTH made it out alive.
I have several best friends. We met as adults in a study group and bonded instantly. From the first week we all felt a connection that has lasted over twenty plus years. My friends accept me as I am for the person I’ve developed into over the years. We can laugh together, call on one another if something happens or just sit quietly without speaking. We have seen each other though child rearing, serious illness and years of care giving. I am closer to these women than some members of my family. I feel blessed to have this kind of support.
We came from opposite worlds: a rez kid and a worldly girl. Our differences are as huge as our similarities. All these years later: we celebrate Orthodox Easter through our husbands, live ten minutes apart (not planned), our children are similar in ages and we married within a year of each other. Our differences are what brought us together; she came from stable family, while my parents were divorced. She lived all over the world by time she was 18, I lived in one place all my life. She was a straight shooter while I continually tested the limits in much of everything. She has only a brother, I have five sisters.
There were years we didn’t see each other and years we were in constant touch. Today, we both plan events at our respective jobs, although on much different scales. We both have a mother-in-law and no father-in-law. While I am quick on the trigger, she is more forbearing. I complain, she listens. She hates talking on the phone, I just started hating talking on the phone. We share our everyday mothering experiences, talk about our husbands, laugh and sometimes cry.
Tough question — I guess I may be a slut when it comes to BFFs — I have several, one guy and several women…………known them all for years and years………and they are spread out all over the country.
Nonsense! We all have male and female friends across our lives. We need the enrichment of people who don’t share a similar lifestyle or viewpoints. In any given situations these people will become your best friends because of your shared experiences.
There is no greater love than that of a friend. A friend is one who reaches out beyond their personal life concerns and touches another. After all, each of us here now are on this life journey together. My deepest spiritual connections are with both sexes and I am richer for the experience of their imprint on my heart.
My bestfriend is also my current boyfriend. However , in the decade that I have known him , he has been the one person I talk to for hours about anything and everything .He is my go-to when things go wrong and even in high school when we did this on again off again thing , he would still answer the phone to talk to me , no matter how mad he was at me . Its been interesting having that bestfriend as more but somehow he still is.
My best friend is a woman. I was moved all over the country as a kid. a different town and school every six months to a year until I was 16. So i don’t have any childhood friends. My mother was the youngest of 7 siblings and I was born when she was 40. so i also was not raised with any same age cousins. One uncle had kids my age that were born when he was in his 50’s. but we all moved so much we never saw each other.
so my best friend and I found each other in my early twenties. She’s as close to having a "history" with someone as I get. and history is such a big deal. I envy people who have friendships from their childhood. For one thing i think it helps you remember your childhood!
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Hi Nancy … a coincidence as in the post above yours - the gal dressed for winter - is my daughter as well as the person who took my photos with the bear from the mountain top. I decided I could have made it up to the top, but the terrain was slippery and if you climb mountains you know that the accidents happen when you slide on the way down. I decided not to chance it. We had a guide and he went on up with her and the plan was that I would be content at the high level I was, enjoying the scenery until they came down. And then they saw the grizzly long before I saw him heading my way as my angle was different. They tried to signal as they were so high up — and, dumb me, I thought they wanted to take my photo with Mt. McKinley in the background. So I posed — and they pointed sideways and I thought their view wasn’t right and I moved further over and waved for my photo of a lifetime — and then THERE WAS THE BEAR - and instead of Mt. McKinley, the photo was me and the biggest grizzly (who later stood on hind legs and I think he set a record). The story was the talk of Denali that year, but I can’t tell it in a couple of sentences. TRULY … as it is the story of a lifetime (though I have others, many others).
As to my being a published writer as is my "best friend" above, he is a well published author but over the last few years we have done two adventurous books together after our "chance bear encounters" that brought the two of us together … and if you get NYTimes you may catch me in there, or in travel magazines as I seem to wear out my passports.
My mother told me early that I was to "live life to the fullest" and I have tried from then on to more than live up to her wonderful words!!! Joan
There were years we didn’t see each other and years we were in constant touch. Today, we both plan events at our respective jobs, although on much different scales. We both have a mother-in-law and no father-in-law. While I am quick on the trigger, she is more forbearing. I complain, she listens. She hates talking on the phone, I just started hating talking on the phone. We share our everyday mothering experiences, talk about our husbands, laugh and sometimes cry.
She is simply a great friend.
My cat is my best friend. I’ll take his company over most human beings any day.
My best friend is a woman. I was moved all over the country as a kid. a different town and school every six months to a year until I was 16. So i don’t have any childhood friends. My mother was the youngest of 7 siblings and I was born when she was 40. so i also was not raised with any same age cousins. One uncle had kids my age that were born when he was in his 50’s. but we all moved so much we never saw each other.
so my best friend and I found each other in my early twenties. She’s as close to having a "history" with someone as I get. and history is such a big deal. I envy people who have friendships from their childhood. For one thing i think it helps you remember your childhood!
Dogs have generally been my best friends. But as far as the two-legged creatures, I have a few best friends, both male and female.