tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19501457680780190002024-03-18T20:59:10.375-07:00Do It For The StoryTaking one Austin step at a time to inspire us to live epically through adventures and love.Sage Russohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054363277758964598noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950145768078019000.post-43941227088987356592015-10-12T11:32:00.001-07:002015-10-12T12:32:58.772-07:00Adventures in Colorado<br />
I just wanted to share this Flipgram video of my spontaneous adventures in Colorado! I took a literally last minute flight out and spent three days Doing It For The Story! Climbing Castle Rock (the namesake of the city), hiking the Garden of the Gods (incredible rock formations in Colorado Springs), riding world's longest water slide (1000 feet long) and even having time to check out some of the grad schools I'm considering was all in Austin sprit. Something super cool that made me think of Austin was that as soon as I got off the plane, I saw banners all over the airport for "Colorado School of Mines" which, although it's main focus is obviously mining, it advertised coursework and programs in renewable energy and sustainability, it was pretty cool and made me think of his goals in that field! I've had the privilege of going back to Colorado again since than, and I'll be traveling more this month for Law school tours, making sure to Do It For The Story with every adventure I can get my hands on! Click on the link to watch a short clip of my adventures! <a href="http://flipagram.com/f/bUHvptllJu">http://flipagram.com/f/bUHvptllJu</a><br />
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<br />Team Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14118443577060163496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950145768078019000.post-1818740978505003112015-09-30T23:05:00.000-07:002015-09-30T23:05:29.103-07:00The Navy a Bridge and Kayaking<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">OK I know that someone else posted about me kayaking but this trip is different and definitely was done with Austin in mind. Sherri and I went out through HB Harbour and decided to go to the Anaheim bridge. Neither of us had ever gone past it and really wanted to see how close the ocean was and how hard it would be. We said that he would do it so we should too so off we went. Well we really got pretty far down the channel, passing look out posts and such but still could not see the ocean. Next thing we see this boat with lights flashing heading right towards us and told us over his loud speaker that we were not allowed there and must return to the other side of the bridge. We were laughing and trying to get moving that way but he was creating such a wake that it made it really hard. I mean two 50 year old women are not really much of a threat to national security. It sure made our day an adventure to remember.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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<br /><br /><br />Fast forward a few weeks and here we were kayaking again but with two more people Lianna and Janet. We were once again out in HB Harbour and low and behold here we are at the same bridge. Hey Janet and Lianna had never been to the other side so Sherri and I thought why not. Let's see how far we can get before they come after us again - I mean I was wearing my Austin shirt. Well I guess when a ship is in port they are watching more closely and so we did not get far before they were on us and wanted us out of there. We all just laughed and worked our way back to the correct side of the bridge and I think now I am done with that. Where can we go next????</span><br />
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Team Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14118443577060163496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950145768078019000.post-25244595249305706682015-09-30T22:58:00.000-07:002015-09-30T22:58:12.823-07:00Bridge to Nowhere
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Team Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14118443577060163496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950145768078019000.post-6969812613108730092014-04-09T11:15:00.001-07:002014-04-09T11:15:50.790-07:00Gaviota Peak
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It was so nice this weekend Nick and I decided to tackle a big hike we've wanted to do for a while. It's called Gaviota Peak and it's an uphill climb for the first half mile or so. We had been hearing about the beautiful views of the ocean and surrounding hills. Not going to lie, it was a bit of a struggle for me and we almost quit before we got to the top. Nick asked me if I wanted to turn around about 3/4 of the way up but we agreed no, we had to make it to the peak. Austin certainly wouldn't have let us quit before we made it to the top. Needless to say, the views were 100% worth it and we had a great do it for the story moment. Happy Trails </div>
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Team Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14118443577060163496noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950145768078019000.post-70679049976154177332013-11-26T13:04:00.000-08:002013-11-26T13:04:21.558-08:00Backpacking through Italy!<br />
"Your life consists of countless chapters. So what if this was a bad one? That doesn’t mean the book is going to be bad, you just have to keep reading.”<br />
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Austin’s accident was one of the first ‘bad’ chapters in my life that still stings to reread. Thankfully, a little bit of Austin’s spontaneous, charming memory is pumped through my veins with every adventure I've been on throughout my trip abroad! While I have written numerous chapters since his passing, there are a few notable ones that his memory has really made a huge impact on.<br />
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The most recent adventure we’ve gone on together was a week and a half backpacking trip through Italy! Our adventure started after about two weeks of being in Vienna; I was sitting on the subway (wearing my favorite Austin tank) with two of my friends when we passed the train station ticket office. Instantly, I had a huge urge to get out of Vienna and see some more of Europe before my schedule would be restricted by classes. The next thing I knew I was back in my dorm room packing my bags with a one way ticket to Venice, Italy in hand!<br />
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Here are just a couple of the pictures from our trip! Enjoy Austin Lovers!<br />
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Malia <br />
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Team Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14118443577060163496noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950145768078019000.post-14835974737587369672013-05-24T20:12:00.001-07:002013-05-24T20:12:36.705-07:00Out of the city, into the hills<br />
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Alright readers: something that I've struggled with and discussed with other Austin-lovers is finding an adventure Austin-worthy to blog about. After a much needed dinner and discussion with Tom and Julie, they helped me realize that the blog doesn't need to be my most epic shenanigans (because those probably shouldn't be shared here), but anything that I would have shared with Austin or makes me think of him. Which, I'm sure most of you agree, would be a lot of things... <br />
Which brings me to this entry. March 12th came around and Julia texted me asking if I wanted to do an Austin inspired hang out. The answer to that question is always yes. And what more cliche of an Austin adventure is there than a sunset hike? I realize that this is probably overdone, but as stated, Julia and I decided that it's not the spectacle of the event, but the fact that we're brought together by him and his spirit.<br />
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If there is one thing I loved about Austin (yes, just one....sarcasm), it was our mutual love for spontaneity. With half a map of the reservation and no plan, we decide to just wing it, walk into the wilderness, and let our Pocahontas-like instincts take over. The trails were cool. We would mark our crossroads with makeshift stick arrows so we knew where we came from as we climbed along. We had two requirements: climb high, and see water. Both of which were accomplished. At what was arguably the highest point, Julia spotted the Boston skyline in the distance. Super cool. Like being in two places at once. We continued on to a reservoir and then circled back, stopping to sit on a rock and chat as the sun set. I think Austin liked hikes because it's a mix of two awesome things: Natural life and a potentially awkward extended amount of time with someone in which you are inevitably about to have a "life chat". If you haven't had a life chat (particularly with Julia in my case), you must. It is the most effective way to get to know someone and usually revolves around both deep and probing questions and shallow, gossipy hook ups. What could be better?<br />
The sun sets and we decide it's time to go. Austin curve ball number 2: we get about a quarter mile from where we stopped on the rocks and the trail opens up into this huge meadow-type deal with a perfect view of the city. whoops. This reminds me of the time Austin and I pulled an all-nighter at Jeff's house to watch the sunrise from the roof, just for the horizon to be covered by trees, houses and clouds. So close. Thanks for rubbing it in...<br />
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To top off a wonderful evening, we get to the bus stop and, because obviously we didn't plan anything, we find out that the next bus doesn't come for another hour...curve ball number 3. Did I mention we were in the middle of nowhere? So, we walk along the bus line in pitch blackness towards home, debating hitch hiking, using mother nature's toilet (Julia must have the biggest bladder because at this point Ive had to pop a squat twice. TMI?), and sharing beloved Austin stories. 7 hours later, we finally make it home. Full day. Which is always a great day.<br />
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For those of you who don't know me, I am Brittany and Allison's mom. Prior to moving to Bellingham, Washington in 2010, we lived in Huntington Beach, California for over 20 years. One of the great joys of living there was watching our girls grow up with such wonderful friends. During high school Austin was a frequent presence in our home. My memories of him are ones filled with joy and laughter. I always knew when Austin had been there because he took great delight in unscrewing the bedknobs off of Brittany's bed and hiding them in imaginative places all over our house. It often took us days to locate them. If Brittany's bed had the bedknobs missing I knew Austin had been there! Like everyone who knew him, he is always in my thoughts and my heart. I am happy that the last time I saw him was when he came with Brittany to our home in Bellingham. He was a joyous presence here as he always was in HB.<br />
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Austin was very much in my thoughts last week as my husband and I traveled to the east coast. Along with having a wonderful visit with Allison and Jeremy in New York City, we also traveled to Boston. As we walked in the city I could feel Austin there. His spirit was with us as we traveled in this city that he loved. We came back to Bellingham the day before Mother's Day and of course the first anniversary of the loss of Austin.<br />
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Brittany and I drove down to Seattle on Mother's Day. We had a great day of shopping, eating delicious chowder and buying bunches of flowers at Pike Place Market. Last June a 175 foot ferris wheel called "The Great Wheel" was built at pier 57 at the Seattle waterfront. The wheel extends 40 feet out over the water and on a clear day you can see the city skyline including the Space Needle, the Olympic Mountains, Mount Rainier and beautiful Puget Sound. I have been trying to get Brittany to go with me since it was built. I am definitely not the most adventurous person in the world, but I thought this was something that I could actually do! Well, we did it on May 12 and the view was amazing. I marveled at how blessed I was to have been able to stand on both coasts in the span of a week. To look at Boston harbor and think of Austin there. Then to look down from The Great Wheel at Puget Sound and remember this day one year ago. As we were leaving Brittany said to me, "a little better than our shopping trip last year, huh?", recalling our vain attempt to mark Mother's Day on that horrible weekend one year ago.<br />
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She was absolutely right. While our hearts still ache, this is exactly where Austin would want us to be, high atop Puget Sound taking in the view and "doing it for the story". It was "a little better than last year". And I pray for all of you who loved Austin, that you can find joy in each day and that gradually it will get "a little better".<br />
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This past weekend I went up into the White Mountains in New Hampshire with the BU Outing Club. We made it to the summit of two mountains, Mt. Pierce (4,310 ft) and Mt. Jackson (4,052 ft) on our 7 mile loop with a total of 2600ft vertical gained. Every hike (or tramp, as they are called in NZ) I've ever been on there's this amazing feeling that hits you when you first come up above treeline (or maybe its just the strong winds up there). Up there you can leave anything you want to behind, below among the trees. It's a peaceful escape up above the world, weather permitting. I got really into hiking/tramping while over in New Zealand with Austin and I brought my passion for everything outdoors and spending quality time with quality people on adventures back to Boston. I've met so many amazing people on my past hiking and camping trips, and I'm always excited to meet more. I've learned its all about the people we surround ourselves with, and I, as I am sure many of you do, keep Austin close to me always, especially on adventures.<br />
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So I am incredibly scared of heights. I used to avoid them when possible, however, I have wanted to overcome my phobia for ages now. Fortunately, the perfect opportunity presented itself to me in Queenstown, NZ when I was offered a Canyon Swing. At 109m high, 60 m of free fall, reaching 150Kph with a 200 M arc I thought what a better way to conquer my fears. So on 3/20/2013 at 3:15pm I got on the bus with a few friends and rode up to the canyon that I sould be throwing myself off of. I would love to say I was brave enough to do it solo but I wasn't, so my friend Rob helped me out by going tandem with me. We decided to go backwards which has a 4 underwear raitng and is described as very scary on the (poop your pants) rating scale. The ment responsible for our harnesses joked around with us saying that things looked alright, asking if there was more duct tape but there wasn't and "oh well, it's good enough", saying he was still a little drunk from lunch...It all seems funny now but I wasn't laughing then. They had us inch over to place our heels over the edge and at this point my whole body was shaking and I was nauseated. They lean you back for a photo and tell you stay nice and stiff and just lean back. Then they bring you back to standing at which time you count down from 3 and jump. I knew that Rob was going to jump and when they counted down I had to just shut my eyes and go with the flow. My eyes remained closed for the three seconds of free fall but then I opened them up to the amazing view. I was still very shaky and was just kind of laughing at the fact I just jumped off of a cliff. I am glad I did it but will probably not be doing it again. I kept thinking about Austin's bungy jump video to find the courage to do this and it definitely helped. I am still a little scared of heights but now I have a new perspective and I am better for the jump and for knowing Austin.<br />
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<br />Team Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14118443577060163496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950145768078019000.post-64861449985122968092013-04-01T21:35:00.000-07:002013-04-01T21:35:05.220-07:00Our Catalina Adventure Back in June, Tom and I were driving home from Northern California when we passed a sign that said you can go to Catalina free on your birthday. Well it was June 17th which is my bday so a bit late for that but Tom's was coming up on the 23rd. I said, "You know they have parasailing in<br /><br />Catalina and I told Austin I would do it someday". Tom said, "Let's go" and that is how it started. Next thing you know we decide that we should all go and so Matt drove down for the weekend and off we went........ <br /><br />We had the earliest boat out because that was all that was left when we decided to do this but that was ok, it just meant we had lots of time to play. Tom got his "Birthday boy" sticker which he wore proudly.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Team Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14118443577060163496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950145768078019000.post-4069581310477422222013-02-10T21:00:00.000-08:002013-02-10T20:57:31.636-08:00A visit to HB<br />
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One of the days Mariah joined me for a dip in the ocean even though it was 52 degrees. I could pass up a swim in the Pacific Ocean! We had a lovely photo shoot with Brittany’s underwater camera. That night we returned to the beach for the sunset, which was beautiful and Catalina<br />
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And, I spent the last day of my trip at Disney! A magical way to end an amazing trip. Found out just a couple days before that Anne, who was in NZ with me, and Andy, a kiwi visiting from NZ, were also planning to spend the day in Disney. It was really great to see them too and crazy that our plans worked out to meet up.</div>
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Just wanted to say that this Do It for the Story IS THE GREATEST IDEA EVER. My name is Mia, I am Tori Pinheiro's little sis and had much great fun with Austin. You might like to hear that this Do It for the Story inspired a friend of mine to start a similar concept for another adventurer at UVM that passed last year. I'm sure Austin would love to know that he's still inspiring people all over in big BIG ways. I included my adventure too:<br />
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There it was, the grand finale of summer. Packing my parents van with a mixed knot of emotions tangling in my stomach, shutting the door and waving my see-you-later’s to the ocean, I was off on my most grand adventure to date: leading a group of UVM freshies forty some-odd miles kayaking down Lake Champlain for orientation!<br />
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Team Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14118443577060163496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950145768078019000.post-87593588014291810412012-09-26T20:44:00.002-07:002012-09-26T20:48:58.808-07:00Namm Naa LaHello! For those of you who we haven’t met, Assalaamalekum! Our names are Stephen and Jenny. We are both students from Boston University who were fortunate to be friends with Austin. This world seems so small sometimes, as we both happened to end up in Senegal. Stephen graduated in May and got a volunteer position in Thies, Senegal with an NGO called Tostan. Jenny is spending the fall semester of her senior year in Dakar, Senegal.<br />
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When two Wolof-speaking Senegalese people see each other for the first time in a long time, one will typically say to the other Namm naa la which is often translated as ‘I missed you’, but, ask any Senegalese person and they will tell you that its meaning is much deeper than that. It refers to nostalgia, in the strongest sense of the word, nostalgia for times enjoyed together in the past. The response, Maa la raw, or ‘I missed you even more’, is a testament to those good times. Our afternoon at the pool in the immense capital of Senegal not only allowed us to unwind a bit, helped us to reflect on many of these good times we shared together with Austin and our many friends back home in Boston.</div>
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Team Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14118443577060163496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950145768078019000.post-8551094561156783582012-09-09T22:28:00.002-07:002012-09-25T19:28:39.469-07:00I walnut stop...with the tree puns<div style="text-align: center;">
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Bet you can't guess who came up with those titles? Anyways, as you can see in the post before this one (<a href="http://doitforaustin.blogspot.com/2012/09/wedding-crasher.html" target="_blank">here</a>), my sister recently married her high school sweetheart at a beautiful ceremony in Aurora, OR. The day was an unforgettable celebration for us all and I was lucky to have Sage and Cole with me to experience it. For months the three of us had been talking about getting tattoos together but we struggled to find a time when we could all be together in one place. Lucky for us, Allie and Jeremy's good friend, Joe, is an incredible tattoo artist at a shop in Portland called Artwork Rebels. He worked with us on designs and managed to squeeze us in the morning after the wedding before Cole had to be at the airport to head to Australia.</div>
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The tree that Joe designed for me came out exactly like I imagined. Like several other people, I drew inspiration from the song that we sang at the service.<br />
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I had never felt as alone as I did in the days immediately following the accident in New Zealand. I was up at school in Washington when I heard and I wanted so badly to be down in HB with family and friends but unfortunately it didn't work out that way. As difficult as the day of the memorial was for all of us, singing that song surrounded by such an incredible group of friends was the first time I felt like things might actually be okay in time and it helped me to realize how strong we all were. This tree was my way of not only keeping Austin with me, but also all of the people who came together to form such an incredible family in the face of such a tragedy.</div>
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This tree, to me, represents life. Austin has always had such a positive impact on my life and he continues to with each adventure he inspires me to be a part of. When I think of Austin I want to remember the remarkable way he lived his own life and not its end. It is too easy for me to dwell sometimes on the unfairness of this situation but in those rare moments of clarity, I feel incredibly lucky for having ever been able to call him one of my best friends. </div>
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It seems the scars on my side have healed a lot faster than the scars of losing Austin, but it helps to know that I am a part of this family tree that is not only full of leaves, but an overwhelming amount of love, support, and of course adventure.<br />
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For years I watched people get tattoos and wondered if there would ever be anything that I wanted to have on my body for the rest of my life. Until May 12, 2012, there was nothing that even came close. A couple of days after we lost Austin someone mentioned tattoos. I knew right then and there that this was something I could live with forever. In fact, it started to feel like I couldn’t live without it. I didn’t know what exactly yet, but something that would remind me of Austin, the struggle of losing him, and the strength it’s going to take to keep moving forward.</div>
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Deciding to sing I Won’t Give Up by Jason Mraz at Austin’s service was one of the easiest decisions I've ever made. It was the very first song we listened to and we knew instantly that it was perfect because of the message to stay strong, stay positive, and move forward in every way we can.<br />
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The words from the second song we sang at the service "Without you I would never be me, you are the leaves of my family tree," were so perfect because we knew that no matter where our lives took us, we would be bound by this pain and this love forever. Undoubtedly, I would not be the same person I am today without the influences of Austin and the other members of my Family Tree. We have all lost one of the leaves ofour tree and while that is something that truly never goes away, it is something we can help each other cope with.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03931450588412228221noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950145768078019000.post-77704339777217481632012-09-09T19:29:00.000-07:002012-09-09T19:29:23.274-07:00Wedding CrasherA little over a year ago, Austin took one for the team and offered to ride with my sister on her road trip back to college after winter break. Volunteering to ride in the car with my sister for 20 hours speaks volumes about Austin's character, but that's another story. On their way from sunny Southern California to gray and chilly Bellingham, they stopped in Portland to recoup over night at the apartment that I shared with my boyfriend Jeremy. Jeremy hadn't spent much time with Austin prior to that visit, but he still talks about how much fun we had that night. You can read Brittany's post on oyster shooters for the whole story (<a href="http://doitforaustin.blogspot.com/2012/06/mmmtasty-but-sandy.html">http://doitforaustin.blogspot.com/2012/06/mmmtasty-but-sandy.html</a>), but we all shared a lot of laughter that night over oysters and video game sword fighting.<br />
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Fast forward a few months...Jeremy proposed, I said "yes", and the wedding planning began. Brittany was there helping me all along the way, the perfect Maid of Honor. Jeremy and I had told her from the start that, "Of course you can bring Cole as your date" and "Sage is part of our family, you know she's invited". At some point I realized that I had forgotten to tell Britt that Austin was welcome to come. I called her right away to tell her to make sure Austin knew he was invited and that's when Britt said, "He was planning to crash the wedding anyway, but now he doesn't need to bring a lawn chair!".<br />
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When I heard about the accident-- among many other emotions--I couldn't help but selfishly think about the loss I would feel at our wedding. I knew that if Austin, Britt, Cole, and Sage were all at the wedding they would be the life of the party and they would have a great time because they were together. On wedding day there were multiple moments when I would suddenly think of Austin and how much I wished he'd been there, but here's the proof that nothing could keep him away.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03931450588412228221noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950145768078019000.post-46459892874334404052012-09-03T11:14:00.000-07:002012-09-03T11:22:30.725-07:00Bridal Veil Falls- Not your everyday hike!Well, I've been looking for something spontaneous and epic enough to post and during my entire stay in Utah i think this one by far takes the cake. Truly an Austin epic experience. Last friday I caught a break from work and i came home to my roommates packing up to hike bridal veil falls and camp at the old abandoned restaurant at the top of the mountain. I looked out the window, saw the clouds looked back at the roommates and they said "we'll be fine" i shrugged my shoulders and then said "why not", packed up my things in 20 min and we were on our way.<br />
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15 Minutes up the provo canyon and we were already at the base of the mountain. Its weird to think that I live 15 minutes from what id soon find out to be one of the sketchiest hikes of my life. From the very start in my head i thought it would have been a hike Austin would enjoy a lot. The hike itself was only about 5 miles, but it was 5 miles of straight up hill switchbacks filled with rick climbing up waterfalls hanging on to ropes and wire left from the few previous hikers that have actually hiked bridal veil. 3/4 of the way through the hike we came to a point where we needed to scale a 10 ft rock wall with a 30 lb pack on my back to get to the rope to pull myself up and scale another 35ft straight up to continue on the trail, so gnarly. Right when i though that i had just climbed the sketchiest point of the hike we'd get up another switchback and then there would be another point of the hike where id have to scale something suspended over 700 ft in there air. </div>
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So that night in total all of us prob averaged about 1-2 hours of sleep at most. The next morning we woke up to beautiful sunrise over the mountains with partial cloud cover.....Then it started to rain again. So we decided we needed to go now or never because the storm was only about to get worse. We then hiked down what I thought was gnarly before, but now that everything was wet it was even 10 times harder. </div>
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Team Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14118443577060163496noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950145768078019000.post-53950179471995372742012-08-23T22:16:00.001-07:002012-08-23T22:16:13.988-07:00African Adventures!
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This is an adventure that was not only eye opening and life
changing, but exciting. Almost everyday I journaled about the experiences I was
having, the people I was meeting, and the stories I was hearing, and everyday I
thought about Austin. I journaled as if I was telling a story to someone and
that someone was him. In fact, I know he would be so excited to read it all
cause one of the last things we talked about was this trip. He was so happy for
me and thankfully this trip was everything I hoped and he assured me it would
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Although don’t be fooled going to Africa is not the easiest
of adventures. It took 3,000$, 10 shots, 48 hours of travel (round trip),
possible permanent neck damage due to the severely bumpy dirt roads, and a lot
of bug spray! But it was completely worth it. Most my days there consisted of
working at a children’s home and spending time with lots of kids. I, along with
the team I went with, also spoke at a few churches and lead bible studies. For
the most part the work was exciting stuff! One day we fixed the playground
equipment for the kids, we added a zip line and some swings and just played
with them. Other days the work was gardening, helping plant dozens of passion
fruit trees or grafting different types of fruit together. But we also spent
quite a few days just doing simple stuff like painting dorm rooms for the kids
coming home from high school, or fixing the rain gutters. It wasn’t anything
too adventurous, but no matter what we did we always talked to people. In
Kenya, the people take great pride in community. They look after one another,
care for each other, and they listen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
care for a lot of people in my life, but sometimes in America it’s all just
going to fast. <o:p></o:p></div>
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This country prides itself on productivity and getting there
first. Kenya is a little slower. I had meals where we sat and talked for three
hours and the other person never once checked their phone or Facebook (yes they
do have those). They were genuinely interested to hear your story and your
thoughts and I loved it. I think that would have been Austin’s favorite part,
to hear people’s stories. Some of the stories I heard were crazy! I met a guy
who killed a leopard, got cut by a poisoned arrow and had his leg nearly
chopped off with a machete! Talk about epic! I met an Olympic runner who just
ran in the marathon in London and took bronze for Kenya! And I talked to kids
whose parents died and left them, or were alcoholics and didn’t care about
them, but they were smiling and thankful for all they have (two pairs of
clothes and one pair of shoes). These people are amazing, their stories are
unbelievable, and their hearts are full of love. And the story I got to share
was epic because Austin was apart of it. And just how Austin taught me and is
teaching me to value relationships and time, so did the Kenyans. A productive
day to them is being with people you love and getting to know new people to
love. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I got to experience working hard in Kenya, but I also go to
play hard. The last three days I was there we went on a safari in the Masi Mara
and let me tell you lion king is a great portrayal, but definitely nothing
compared to the real thing. I think I saw literally a million zebra, a pride of
lions (mating and hunting included), a baby cheetah and a baby lion, and even a
giraffe! But the sounds of safari are probably my favorite. Hearing a lion roar
twenty feet from your face gives you goose bumps, and I couldn’t help laugh
every time I heard a hippo (which lived in the river literally right outside my
luxury tent) give a “satisfied grunt” as our tour guide called it. I tried to
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foot, and standing on the roof of the safari vehicle for a picture without the
driver knowing…. then he started to drive and I literally almost fell off and
became lion’s lunch. I even met some Masi warriors who live there year round,
have killed lions with their bare hands, and look fabulous doing it. (They were
these shukas, which are like big colorful sheets and have lots of beaded
jewelry) All together it was an experience I will never forget and one I
couldn’t wait to share with Austin. But I could feel him there then and
everyday now teaching me new things and reminding me of the things I sometimes
forget. <3 Chelsea<o:p></o:p></div>
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<!--EndFragment-->Team Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14118443577060163496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950145768078019000.post-49248181404308849432012-08-17T00:40:00.002-07:002012-08-17T00:42:01.318-07:00Utah Outdoor Adventures So I know this is long overdue but I was putting some blogs up for people that sent us blogs and felt if other people got theres together I just needed to do mine. So here it is!<br />
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Alright so a few weeks ago I went to Utah actually for an orientation for the University of Utah (funny because as many of you know I chose Chapman) but more of just an outdoor adventure! I was having a hard time leaving even though it was only for a week because it was my first time being away from my friends and family completely ever since the accident. I debated not going but I knew Austin would love the adventures soon to be in store. So I got on my plane and headed to Salt Lake City. I got in had lunch with a family friend who picked me up and than headed to the University. Boring presentations and things aside, I had chosen the Outdoor orientation. Upon my arrival I was told that my 2 trips were going to be rafting and rock climbing.<br />
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So the next day we were split up into our groups and my group for the day was going Rock Climbing! And I mean actually real rocks with not many big cracks or anything to make it an easy climb. Of course this just made me more excited. We set up about 5 lines all ranging in difficulty and even height, up at 120 feet! We got into groups of 3 and all switched off climbing, belaying and being a back up.<br />
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This was really fun and very tiring! Many times I would be climbing and just be completely exhausted or not be able to find a spot for my hands or feet and I would channel Austin to keep me going or I would think to myself "I gotta do it for the story" and so I would take a deep breath and feel as if i was running up a straight wall sometimes but I would find a crack somewhere and make it just a bit higher until I would reach the top!<br />
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After about 5 hours of climbing and a little adventuring we headed up the rode a bit to a campsite where we met up with the other 2 groups and spent the night. The evening was full of cooking, chatting, making smores, playing on a slack line, cards and other fun things. Myself and a few others had talked about boycotting the tents and sleeping under the stars instead. As night came It got colder and there was a chance of rain. I thought maybe we should just sleep in the tents so we dont get rained on but that a few seconds later I realized if it rained(which it did) that would just make it an even better story and Austin was not one going to let a little rain ruin a beautiful night under the stars. And so we did have an awesome night sleeping under the stars.<br />
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The next day we got a bit later start but packed up everything and headed for that days adventure. My day was full of rafting! It was a blast. We drove out to the river took out all of the boats and pumped them up than were quickly on our way. The river had several rapid areas that were tons of fun! I only got stuck on one rock(someone pinned me on it) but dont worry I got off of it all by myself and headed back to the rest of the group. about 10 minutes before the end we had caught up to a bunch of tourists on little rafts<br />
floating down. Our guides had us stop so that we didn't hit them coming out of the last rapid since we knew they would fall out haha. We happened to pull over right past a small rapid and we thought it would be an awesome idea to walk up before it and float down it just in our life jackets. It was super fun so me and just a few others kept doing it until it was time to go. We went forward, backwards, spun around and even all made a train down it. We continued down the river with a beautiful view, watched some members of the group fall out, flip there boats, get stuck in the trees and loose paddles, shoes etc. We got back to the ending point had some food and headed back to the school.<br />
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After I left the orientation I went to Provo where I spent the weekend with a good friend of mine, Emily. It was really good to see her hang out with all of her friends go to 7-11 on her scooter and go to a indoor trampoline park with foam pits, dodgeball and just lots of trampolines. All in all it was a pretty fun weekend I even got to see my Aunt. It was an adventure Austin would have definitely loved. <3<br />
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Team Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14118443577060163496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950145768078019000.post-59171831656269508192012-08-16T23:25:00.001-07:002012-08-16T23:25:16.151-07:00East Coast LoveHey guys! Just sending some east coast love your way. If anyone doesn't know me I'm one of Austin's BU bffs/faux roommates. My friend reminded me of a great quote from the Shawshank Redemption the other day and I just wanted to share it with y'all because it's so appropriate - “I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend." How perfect right? Missing that crazy kid everyday. Anyway, I hope you guys can make it over to Boston soon! I know the Brashears are tentatively coming out October 6th to retire Austin's water polo cap and we're going to throw a party in his honor so if anyone can make it out then we'd love to have you! I have plenty of pull-out couch & air mattress sleeping space. Also - Nick & I are going sky diving soon and we'll be wearing our Austin gear so I'm sure I'll have a blog post coming your way!<br />Love, AmyTeam Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14118443577060163496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950145768078019000.post-86357328443121220742012-08-16T23:23:00.001-07:002012-08-16T23:23:42.420-07:00Girls Camp<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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Kristi made it to the top! She had her Austin bracelet on and the silly band he gave her many years ago. She is with a friend Brianna who is from Texas. She came to camp with us this year.<br />
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Brett and Nolan with their "Batmobiles". Brett showed up to go to the beach with Nolan and they both had their Austin shirts on. I told them we had to get a picture! Matching shirts with matching cars thinking about their buddy, Austin, who would love this picture! <br /><br />Love, <br /><br />JanetTeam Austinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14118443577060163496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950145768078019000.post-85514259999525544712012-08-14T21:20:00.001-07:002012-08-14T21:20:51.430-07:00Tender Mercies If you know Mama B, you know that whether you want to or not, you're going to soak up some of her wisdom just by standing next to her. I have been incredibly lucky to watch (and experience) her not only be a mother to all her children (biological and otherwise), but a teacher or rather, an educator. Her lessons range from the kitchen to the heartstrings, sometimes are unspoken, and never disappoint to remind me that I am strong and capable. She always has the answer and the right thing to say.<br />
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Something Mama B taught me this summer is to appreciate the little things, the small moments of happiness and joy, because sometimes they can be few and far between. These bits of happiness and joy can come in all different forms, sometimes in the form of what she calls Tender Mercies. Those moments when you feel like Austin is standing next to you... giving you a hug, cheering you on in a race, or simply just standing there. It's not paranormal, it's just a sense of Austin. An intense remembrance of sorts... imagining whatever he would be doing if he were able to be there.<br />
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Tonight I had a Tender Mercy. I was watching TV and someone in the show I was watching picked up a guitar. A ping of sadness and regret flooded through me because I haven't played my guitar all summer. I just didn't really feel like it I guess. But tonight I couldn't help but want to. I sat down thinking about what to play and was suddenly overwhelmed with the memory of a commercial Austin and I had seen with an acoustic version of Stand By Me in it. It was so gorgeous, we sat literally entranced in the commercial and when it was over we instantly looked at each other and said "We HAVE to learn that!" I started typing into YouTube and came across something I didn't expect.<br />
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In a sea of doubt about whether I could live out my seemingly ridiculously naive life goal (World Peace... I'm not kidding) it made me realize that there was hope. As cheesy as that may sound and as silly as it may seem I really do think I can help change the world in at least some teeny tiny way. I glanced down at my left foot and read the words I recently drew there forever. I'm still looking up. And I am. Remembering all the people who are standing by me whether I fail or succeed (the Leaves of My Family Tree) made me realize there's no point in holding back. In these last few months I've realized that you have to do what you want to do in order to be happy. So I'm going to do it! ...whether everyone thinks I'm crazy or not!<br />
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SageSage Russohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08054363277758964598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950145768078019000.post-87797034242820359562012-08-08T19:06:00.002-07:002012-08-08T19:06:41.016-07:00Hand Made MemorialToday I got done with work a little bit early and decided to stop putting off finding this bead store that I’ve wanted to go to. I’ve LOVED the few people’s memorial tattoos, but that’s something I just don’t think I could ever see myself doing. Since the funeral I’ve thought about wanting to make a bracelet or necklace instead and finally got around to doing it. After a few circles around the shopping center I found the shop tucked into the corner. It was mania, well not really it was just me and a few others with light 80’s music playing in the background, but it was mania in my head. SO MANY CHOICES! After wandering around for a while I finally collected everything I needed to put together the bracelet: leaves, a light blue bead, some beach shell beads, and a heart. It is my hand made memorial, there is meaning behind every part of this. I love you and miss you bud.<br /><br />Love always,<br />Amanda<br /><div>
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structure in downtown Portland. I typed in a super top secret code into the
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helipad and was met with an incredible view of the Willamette River and
downtown Portland. As soon as the helicopter landed I was put in a super stylish flight suit, helmet, headset, gloves, etc. and strapped in. Then I got in the helicopter and we were off! I got to sit right by the open door so that I could see everything. We landed on top of OHSU, then flew over downtown and over to the Willamette River. I got a great view of the many bridges that Portland is famous for and saw many, many boats. The adventure only lasted about 30 minutes but it is one I will never forget!</div>
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Not everyone can pull off that outfit, I must be pretty special!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03931450588412228221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1950145768078019000.post-25809099996906100592012-08-06T22:13:00.000-07:002012-08-06T22:13:29.270-07:00Baldy MountainRick and I on the summit of Baldy Mountain at Philmont Scout Ranch. We didn't have shirts so we made the letter "A" for Austin and told his story to our crew. He will continue to be an inspiration for adventure!<br /><br />DK<br />
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