Bonus Bucket List: Riding a Horse

Sometimes in the process of completing one bucket list item, you stumble upon another. I call these “bonus bucket list items”. They were not pre-planned or even hoped for, they are simply opportunities that present themselves and it is up to you to seize the moment. After all, have I not said we should make the most of our travels? These I call “bonus” items and they follow my principle of making the most out of the longer, further afield trips. There are times when travel becomes a necessity [see post], so it becomes important to consider what other items you can include. It isn’t about avoiding travel altogether, rather limiting travel. On my trip to see the eclipse in Vermont [see post], I stayed with a family friend who happened to have horses. 

I offered to assist her with their care having never had many close interactions with the noble creatures, despite growing up in a farming community. Truthfully, I have probably had more direct interactions with cows than horses, but I was an eager student. Shelia showed me the proper way to brush them and introduced me to each horse, telling me their stories. Each had come from an owner who had not understood their unique needs or read the signs of discomfort and pain resulting in them acting out.

The horses were a special breed, Icelandic, known for their smooth gait. Much like with dogs, it is important to understand what a breed is bred for. One would not expect a husky to do well at shepherding sheep nor would you want a border collie to pull a dog sled. Each breed was carefully curated for a specialized task, one the dog is a natural athlete at. There is an old saying that a fish will think itself stupid if its judged by its ability to climb a tree. Stoltur came from an owner who had tried to use him as an Olympic Dressage horse, something an Icelandic would not be good for as he was punished for his natural gait and motion. This meant that it was important for me to demonstrate first that I could be trusted with such a special set of horses before any overtures of riding could be made. Luckily, Sheila had already worked to restore trust between horses and man, so making friends with them was rather easy.

The three horses were gentle as lambs with me as I groomed them. Stoltur even began to engage in mutual grooming, nibbling ever so gently on my arm. In the crisp air of the early spring, the horses and I spoke to one another each learning the other’s cues. I would brush them and see how they reacted ensuring I first went to the head of the heard, Mjolner and worked my way down to Stoltur. The Icelandics are known for their gentleness and good tempers, and they were admirable hosts. I made fast friends with hay and treats hidden away in my jacket. I remembered the advice to hold out the treats on the palm of my hand, keeping my fingers straight to avoid any mishaps with teeth.

After spending some time getting properly introduced to one another. Sheila offered to let me ride one. I could barely contain my excitement as I enthusiastically said yes. She saddled them up and asked her son, Astri, to accompany us as lead. She assigned Stoltur to me as he was the best kind of horse for a beginner, forgiving of mistakes and of an easy temper. She choose to ride Gimli. She told me my only job was to keep my seat. I was given a vague idea of how to get up into the saddle, put my foot in the stirrup, grab the mane to help me up and hoist myself over. I did quite well. Sheila observed dryly that I was no couch potato. 

Riding a horse was rather a natural thing for me. The key of course was to keep my posture without being stiff. Having had six years of marching band in highschool, I was well acquainted with the idea of good posture without stiffness. It was a matter of feeling the rhythm of the horse and moving my hips with his movements. I found myself relaxing into the motion and adjusting as I needed to. She only needed to correct me once saying that I was slightly off balance to one side. 

It was magical riding a horse along a mountain trail. The soft sound of hooves against hard dirt. The way the world melted away. It was rather meditative. For once, I felt very much grounded in my own body as I am prone to being a bit air-headed. I had never been called a natural athlete before having always been clumsy, slow and generally the opposite of everything athletic, but when it came to horses, Sheila told me I was one. I suppose it makes me a bit like an Icelandic horse trying to do Dressage or a husky trying to herd sheep, without being given the right sort of task and the right sort of environment, I did spend my whole life thinking I was useless at anything athletic. 

I had not embarked to see an eclipse thinking I would be able to check off horseback riding from my list. Instead it was an opportunity that presented itself and I made every use of that chance. While I could book a horseback trail ride near my house, the experience of being able to connect with the horses first, to hear their stories and bond with them isn’t something that could be bought..

Gimili with his bling

One never knows what opportunities are lurking around the corner or what things could present themselves when venturing outside one’s door. It isn’t about forcing anything to happen, but rather cultivating genuine relationships. Sheila probably would not have allowed me the opportunity to ride her horses had I not demonstrated that I was someone who could be trusted with them. I demonstrated that I could listen to their cues and respond well to them. When Stoltur nibbled my arm, I could have easily freaked out or misunderstood. Instead, I backed off from grooming and observed him for any signs of irritation before proceeding any further. I checked in with her to ensure I was reading him correctly. She confirmed it was a good sign that I was doing well with him. It was a matter of giving him the respect he deserved and following her directive. One cannot approach a horse like a dog or a cat anymore than one can approach a cat like a dog. Each creature has its own way of communicating and engaging. It is up to us to follow the terms set by them. By fostering a good connection with her horses and her, it opened up the door for a magical experience. By cultivating authentic connection, all sorts of opportunities and horizons will become open to you. 

How can you experience horseback riding?

Now, it would be rare for you to meet a horse owner who can present you with the opportunity to ride a horse, like I did. However, there are many stables throughout the country which offer horseback rides or trail rides. A quick google search is all you need to get started and many of these are under $100. For a more intimate experience with a horse, you may want to sign up for a series of lessons. 

Completed: April 7, 2024

Miles from home: Bonus bucket list!

Cost: Free ($60 – $100 without a friendship discount)

Archeology: An exploration of history

A lost tomb, the discovery of an ancient tome, or perhaps the unveiling of a city lost to time remembered only in whispered rumor. In the hot sands of the desert, one man’s quest to discover these lost treasures will bring him glory and riches beyond imagining. He slowly brushes away the sands to reveal a puzzle. With baited breath, he presses various stone pieces into place. A slow groan builds as ancient mechanisms shift into place after thousands of years. The door opens, light pouring into the long forgotten room now glittering with gold. At least, that is often the popular imagery of archeology in movies. The truth is a bit less dramatic, but can be just as exciting! At least, to us nerds.  

On a warm day in June, I and my sister embarked to discover our own time lost civilization. Using a technique popular among professionals although less glamorous than Hollywood, I assisted in uncovering the boundaries of a people almost forgotten. We drove out to the Blue Rock Heritage Center to meet with Paul Nevin as leading authority on the local pre-columbian peoples of my area. Together we and two other volunteers laid out a grid of 100 feet by 50 feet to conduct a survey. At every intersection of 10 feet, we dug a small circular hole down to the depth of a plow (about 12 inches) to discern where the greatest concentration of artifacts were. 

You will be forgiven dear reader if you are picturing the same sort of artifacts displayed in the museums throughout the globe. Beautifully crafted pots, towering statutory, elegantly carved facades of stone all almost perfectly preserved just waiting to be uncovered. You may want to re-evaluate your expectations before embarking on such a journey, for ours was to discover tiny fragments of flint produced during the manufacturing of arrowheads or pieces of broken pottery. You see, the survey was conducted in the top of the soil only about a foot or so down, which is about the depth of a plow. Obviously, if the area has been ploughed many times over there years, anything worth finding has now been shattered into tiny pieces. It was tedious, but rewarding work. 

My sister and I assisted in shifting through layers of dirt trying to locate evidence of a semi-forgotten culture. Most of what we found were pieces of brick from the farmhouse and “diagnostic glass” (also from the farm house). While, intriguing in their own right, they were not from the era Mr. Nevin was primarily interested in. He was primarily interested in pre-columbian cultures rather than the intervening years. However, he did not dismiss the fragments outright as trash, but rather had us carefully bag up the remains for later analysis. After all, just because he wasn’t very interested in that time period doesn’t mean that the time period is of no value for study.

Each bag was carefully labeled to correspond with the location that was surveyed. The archeologist would later assess where the highest concentration of artifacts were found in order to discern where a larger dig should be conducted. This method is rarely seen in documentaries but is utilized the world over. I often wondered how did they know where to dig, how did they find that tomb, or that village. My question was never answered to satisfaction when watching various films; it often seemed that they just stumbled upon these sites like some sort of game of chance. The answer was in this or other methods of survey. In short, simple data collection and analysis. Too boring to make most television shows, but vital to my own understanding of the craft. 

Most of what we found would be considered negative data. In other words, we didn’t find anything where we dug that was of interest to Mr. Nevin. I believe my sister and I surprised him in our enthusiasm for negative data but for us the treasure was in experiencing the technique and hearing the explanation for how a dig is done much more so than any treasure we may have found. Mr. Nevin explained that many years ago a site survey was conducted to determine there was a site of interest, but that the boundaries had not been recorded. Therefore, it fell to us to make that determination for purposes of a larger dig later. The medallion recording a geodetic survey in the 1950’s was considered the 0,0 point for purposes of the survey and it was primarily conducted along the north, east quadrant of the the 0,0 point. Hence, the designation of N (for north) and E for (east) for the different places we dug. 

Even though we did not find much in the way of positive data, the other pair found several different shards from flint making. Prior to digging in, Nevin showed us several examples from previous surveys of what we were looking for, pottery shards, arrowheads and flint. He seemed somewhat apologetic that we did not find anything in our own adventures, but we reassured him that “no” data was still data worth finding. Afterall, that was the whole point of the survey as most points were not expected to yield much since the area utilized was likely to be small. 

It was not the most exciting morning, if one expected to find troves of artifacts. However, it will remain a highlight of my life, because I have always wanted to participate in a dig. I value the pursuit of knowledge and the preservation of culture. Had I thought it would be a less competitive field of study, I would have happily embarked on a journey to become an archeologist. There are times when I regret not pursuing archeology as career, as it continues to remain a passion of mine.

Mr. Nevin’s own journey was not typical of most experts. He did not go to school, but was rather an enthusiast of Native American culture, traveling around the country to sacred sites. Approximately, forty years ago, he began his own study and documentation of the little known and scarcely studied petroglyphs of the Susquehanna River. Safe Harbor is home to the highest concentration of petroglyphs this side of the Mississippi River. The act of creating petroglyphs was a sacred practice. Creating them demanded a significant investment of time and energy. And to carve capriciously on the bosom of Mother Earth would be to desecrate her. Petroglyphs are not prehistoric graffiti. They are messages left by the Ancestors to be “read” by those who would come in the future. 

Though, we were not looking at petroglyphs which were intended to be read, we were looking at the messages left from those gone before. What sort of lives did they live? What did they do on a day to day basis? What was important to them? Even things we did not think could be felt hundreds of years later could still be discerned by an expert eye. For example, the use of wood can still be seen in the analysis of the soil and used to map out where a house used to sit. These are the questions we set out to answer. I hope to get an invite to Mr. Nevin’s larger excavation once he determines where the former site lies. 

One thing that impressed me about Mr. Nevin was his reasoning for picking the petroglyphs as his area of study. He said that he did not enjoy taking artifacts away from sacred spaces and with the petroglyphs one cannot take those away (at least not easily). His interest stemmed from a deep respect and desire to preserve rather than to exploit. It is these same values that I have in my own drive to explore that which has been semi-forgotten. I want to assist in the preservation of culture and the re-discovery of a people, to help them have a voice even if they no longer exist. I am curious to understand how we know what we know about ancient cultures and to experience the process of discovery for myself. It was truly a glorious morning and I look forward to participating in further digs. 

How can you participate in a dig?

Most people when they think of archeological digs, picture going to far flung places like Greece or Egypt. They forget that while those places have been popularized in our public imagination, there are many other places where ancient people existed. Native American people have lived in various places throughout the United States. Most likely you live near an archeological site and don’t even realize it. The trick of course is finding the people who are conducting the digs. 

How I found mine was I simply googled archeology sites in my home state and stumbled upon the Pennsylvania Archeological Association. My nearest chapter was based primarily out of a neighboring county. For fifteen dollars, I was able to join in order to be invited to participate in one of their digs. Naturally, I submitted the application for both myself and my sister. Upon our acceptance into the association, I reached out to Mr. Nevin to sign up for the dig. 

There are plenty of places which you can travel to and volunteer for a several days or even a week to help in a dig. Those are a bit more expensive than fifteen dollars each. My recommendation is to keep an eye out for your local archeology chapters or even local universities. Many colleges and universities have archeology and anthropology majors who may be leading various studies nearby. You could also be like Nevin and simply find a site worth studying and preserving that no one else is currently doing. He does not have a formal degree but through his own passion has become the expert on the local tribes. 

If you cannot, or do not have the inclination to shift through tons of dirt looking for tiny fragments of ancient trash, you could do something else that reflects the value of cultural preservation. Perhaps visit a museum or donate to a cause. Maybe you want to learn a craft from a given culture that is dying out to work to preserve it or record a language before it dies. Maybe participate in an anthropological study instead. Whatever it is explore your area and see what is out there, you may be surprised.

Falconry: Ancient Arts

The year was 2020. The season was summer and Covid had only just begun to rock our world. Flights had been canceled. Cruise ships were docked. Some countries were completely shut down. Some states were open, others were shuttered. Travel and its exotic experiences seemed out of reach. The bucket list seekers, the vacation planners all had to place their desires back on the shelf for the foreseeable future. They would have to content themselves with the mundane of their local parks and restaurants, expanding their horizons only in their dreams. At least for travel minded, not so for the opportunist like myself who is careful to find hidden treasures lurking just around the corner. Naturally, shutdowns and limits on travel, could not deter myself and my sister for long from our sister dates. So in early July, after being in semi-lockdown since late March, we departed from our home on a special adventure.

Hershey Pennsylvania is famous for its chocolates, candies and amusement park. What many do not know is that the founder of Hershey Chocolate did not only make candies. He had a hotel and a garden as well. It was not always so, but today the hotel is home to a particularly unique experience, falconry. 

Falconry is an ancient art going back thousands of years. Falconers would take and train birds of prey for the purposes of hunting, often forming close bonds with the bird for a number of years. It takes months of dedication and attention to develop the necessary training and trust to have this wild animal be willing to hunt on the falconer’s behalf and consistently return to the glove. Most falconers have had the experience of “losing” a bird where the bird makes the decision to fly free rather than come back. It should be noted that these birds are not domesticated nor are they really all that tame. They are still wild animals and not pets. Most falcons will not respond well to an untrained falconer, which is why the falconry experience is so unique. There is one hawk species which makes such an experience possible, the Harris Hawk.

Harris Hawks are known for their odd sociability for birds of prey. In other words, they are quite willing to interact with a large number of handlers and are not quite as selective. It is this breed of hawk that Mr. Jack Hubley utilizes in his demonstrations. The demonstrations are made up of small groups to ensure an intimate experience between yourself and the bird. First, you are given the overall history of falconry and a little background on the different birds in his possession. Having been avid watchers of many falconry demonstrations before (as they are frequent at the PA Renn Faire), my sister and I were quite familiar with most of the information and surprised him with our ready answers to the questions he posed. 

Holding a Harris Hawk at Hershey Hotel’s Falconry Experience

With great eagerness, the time had arrived to actually interact with the hawks themselves. The first task was to ensure safety. Hawks as you may already know have sharp talons designed for ripping and tearing into soft flesh, much like your arm’s. For your own comfort and that of the bird’s (who would want to hang onto a yelping, flailing human?)wearing a glove is highly recommended. We were given some basic instructions and allowed to hold the Harris Hawk on our hands. We did so by raising our gloved hands signaling it to land on us. It was exhilarating. 

The bird was surprisingly light on my hand. Even through the gloves I could feel the strength of its grip. It stared at me with its golden eyes clearly investigating this new human. It was clearly a marvelous creature with a keen intellect and clever mind. I will never quite forget the wonder at having called it to my fist. I can only imagine what a true falconer feels when they finally bond enough with the other birds to have them consistently choose to return, but I shall have to content myself with this taste. After each participant had the opportunity to call the bird, we took turns putting it through different flight exercises such as having it fly through a tunnel of people or through hooped arms. 

Despite the oppressive heat of the summer afternoon, it was truly an amazing experience that I would recommend to anyone. It is one thing to view these magnificent creatures behind glass or wire at the zoo or to watch a falconer showcase their skills with a bird, it is quite another to be able to try it out yourself. One of the best parts what that it included photography, so I was able to focus completely on the activity. I am eager to take the next step with my sister, A Hawk Walk, where we walk the grounds of Hershey in an intimate affair of just us, the falconer and of course the Harris Hawk. 

How can you experience falconry?

The sport of falconry is alive and well throughout the country as there is only one state where it’s not legal, Hawaii – I feel for obvious reasons. There are many places that you can look to find similar excursions such as Wing Blade Falconry in Nashville, TN, Troutbeck Hotel in New York, Rancho Bernardo Inn in California, Sky Island Falconry in Tucson, AZ just to name a few! 

Unfortunately, in my brief research it does seem that in the time between this writing and when I went, the price has increased significantly and most places are charging close to $100 per person. Things are only getting more expensive, but by staying in our own backyards we can minimize the costs of travel, hotels, and food so free up our money for the things we really want to do.  

Completed: July 3, 2020

Miles from home: 30 miles 

Cost: As of this writing (2024) these experiences will cost about $100. 

Reverse Bucket List: An Exercise in Gratitude

The first thing about any bucket list on a budget is simply to take stock of all the things you’ve already accomplished in life. Obviously, most of you will start with trips you have already taken since most bucket lists involve some sort of travel. I won’t rant about our cultural obsession with travel in this post, but at some point, you can expect one.

At the time of my bucket list creation, I had already spent a semester abroad allowing me to check off many of the European destinations I would desire to go: Germany, Ireland, France, Austria and Italy. I had taken a small trip to support a school in Haiti (more on that later) and there were a handful of states I had visited outside my own.

After the obvious travel, many bucket lists will break themselves up into various categories for consideration. Travel may have subcategories such as specific things to do and see. On mine seeing the Statue of Liberty and Checkpoint Charlie were in a subcategory along with visiting a butterfly garden, making a wish at the Trevi Fountain and seeing King Tut. Nature might be another sub category in travel. In which case the Rocky Mountains may grace your list as it does mine.

However, we want to do more than simply travel and look at things we want to experience. We may want to learn or at least try specific arts and skills. Some which would require many years to truly master may just be an introduction of sorts as with my glassblowing class. I dabbled for a few hours and learned more about the process. I also watched multiple demonstrations of glassblowing. There may be specific food you have tasted like a truffle mushroom. Festivals or cultural events you may have enjoyed such as going to a lantern fest where they release lanterns into the air.

Often life experiences or milestones will make up some items of the list. These milestones could be the major ones we consider such as graduating college and having children, but others may be having started a retirement fund or being in a friend’s wedding.

There are also goals that we may have completed for self-improvement, languages learned, instruments played, weight lost, or miles run. With self-improvement, there are things we have most likely done to help the world be a better place whether that was attend a protest, sign a petition or volunteered at an animal shelter.

I cannot stress enough that this is not the time to be modest. It is the time to realize your many blessings and to embrace the spirit of childlike wonder. There are many things that you see everyday that some people only dream about. The mountains of snow you experience each January that makes you sick thinking about, is on someone’s bucket list who has never seen snow. There are many who live in those same snow-capped mountains who dream of being able to swim in the ocean and would be happy to have the experience of finding sand still in their shoes two weeks later. 

In order to make my own list, I surfed the web for other people’s lists and added items that normally would not occur to me as all that exciting such as walking across a suspension bridge or seeing a horse and buggy. However, when looking back at these activities which seemed rather mundane, I realized that I had taken those experiences for granted as something commonplace rather than things to be excited about. I was able to better appreciate those everyday moments as something joyful and carry with me that joyful spirit of the mundane as a blessing.  

As I completed my list several things happened. First, I was surprised by all the things I had already accomplished in my almost thirty years (I was 29 ½ when I first wrote my bucket list), despite having grown up in a lower middle class home and barely making it since college. My list was actually close to 200 items!

Second, I was filled with gratitude for having done so much already. I was especially filled with gratitude for all the things I had taken for granted in my area and saw things with new eyes, embracing an almost childlike enthusiasm for the world around me. The next time snow fell instead of grumbling about having to drive in it and shoveling the blasted stuff, I took time to really marvel at it. The way it sparkles in the sunlight, and glitters as it floats down from the trees. I stopped to listen to how sound changes after a snowfall, becoming soft and crisp. Fall has now become a time when I track the peaking of the leaves. One year for my birthday, I drove out to a trail and went about collecting the most colorful and best leaves. The magic which had faded was renewed and leaves were once again as jewels.

Third, it instilled a spirit of adventure where rather than sitting about waiting for things to happen or worse for me to have a carefully curated plan, I started going about my days open for things to happen, my ears and eyes on the lookout for quests. Sometimes things that weren’t on the list suddenly became part of the list, like my cameo in a very small film production. One never knows what might be lurking around the corner and that is half the fun!

Finally, it gave me a lot of hope that even the things I didn’t think would ever happen will happen. In the past seven years since that first list, I have been continually surprised by how the blessings have been poured forth and all I’ve been able to do. 

I hope that in the completion of your own reverse bucket list you find yourself marveling at all the things you’ve already done, filled with gratitude for those things, embracing a child’s spirit and filled with optimism about all you’re going to do.

Defining “Budget”

My blog is focused on completing one’s bucket list on a budget, so I think it’s important to be transparent about my own perceptions and financial situation. I am sure dear reader that you have had the experience of seeing an article for chic fashion on a budget or plan a cheap getaway, or save money with these tricks! Only to discover that it was clearly written for a higher class of people. I mean sure, $100 may be a steal of a deal on those shoes, but it’s still $100 for a pair of shoes. Yes, $600 for a round trip to the south pacific islands is quite cheap compared to the usual $1000, but I still don’t have $600 to just drop on a whim.  

The median income of a single person in the United States is 37,000. When I was younger, I made closer to 20,000, as a fresh graduate student, I made slightly more about 40,000. It was only in the past year, that I have been making significantly more, 60,000. This pay bump was in part because I completed my LCSW. In posts where I reflect on things I’ve accomplished, they will reflect the limitations of my previous income. Moving forward, I will probably be able to show case items that are a little higher in cost with greater frequency. I no longer have to be quite as picky about the timing of my activities. Before, I may have only been able to afford one “big ticket” experience a year, now I feel freer to indulge a little more often. However, I am not someone who tends to over adjust in spending with increased income. I don’t wish to “keep up with the Jones'”. I have a frugal spirit especially in this era of rapid inflation. I believe that the principles by which I’ve been following to complete my dreams without breaking the bank will continue even with the increase of income in part because the spirit of frugality aligns with my desire to reduce waste and my negative impact on the world. As it turns out, completing a bucket list on a budget is better for everyone.

As someone in the helping professions, even with a Master’s degree, my income will never be as high as other professionals with similar education, licensing and experience. I do have student debt, but I have the privilege of owning my own home. It does come with a pretty significant catch. My disabled mother lives with me and she signed her house over to me a few years back to help protect the asset if her health declines. 

So in many ways I’m your average 30 something saddled with student debt and a lower than expected paying job. However, my housing expense is highly offset by living in a house that is paid off and my rent is in the form of property taxes. However, I am helping to support my mom which comes with its own cost. I am not poor nor am I especially rich. This blog is probably more for people who are lower middle class or the struggling millennial and older gen z. That isn’t to say if you aren’t that, it isn’t for you, it is an acknowledgement that my experience will probably speak more to those similar to me. If you are someone who makes more, then this will only assist you in stretching your income even further. For those face larger financial struggles than myself, I hope you are still able to find it useful. I always found it frustrating to be given financial advice that does not apply if one is making so little one is choosing between buying medication or food as my parents had to when my mom was first disabled. It amounts to saying to someone “have you simply tried not being poor?” I will do my best not to send that message.

When I speak about on a budget, I usually mean activities that cost two people between $100 – $200. This usually includes tickets, food and gas. The cost is typically split between myself and my sister meaning that on average I spend between $50 – $100 each month. This cost could easily be split in half with the absence of the meal out. Perhaps instead of dinner and a show, opt for only going to the show, suddenly you are each only spending $25 to $50 each. Sometimes the activity is significantly less, clothes significantly more. You may see posts that are atypical such as cruises, trips out of state or extravagant expenses. You will also see that I talk about saving up for those trips or being able to leverage family connections to help keep costs down. This isn’t about cultivating some sort of image, but to have an honest conversation. After all, part of the point of this was to break through the inauthentic noise of influencers to show how we can have genuine, amazing experiences without breaking the bank or constantly pulling out our passports. You will be surprised at how close to home your dreams really are.