A Place of Solace

A Place of Solace
Peggy’s Cove, Nova Scotia. f/2.8 @ 1/15 second.

It’s hard to imagine why any couple would simply sit quietly, huddled closely together upon the icy-cold granite outcrop, despite the howling gale and the tumultuous roar of the mighty Atlantic crashing against the rocky shoreline.

But that is exactly what my wife and I undertook one early evening in mid-August of 2014. It was a charming, itsy-bitsy place called Peggy’s Cove, situated along the rugged coastline of Nova Scotia. We almost had the quaint little locale all to ourselves. Only one straggler was lollygagging on the lee side of the statuesque white lighthouse. The octagonal tower, with balcony and lantern, has stood proudly upon the granite rock for over a century, guiding troubled and weary sailors through many a stormy night.

Our place of solace was almost desolate, barren of the hordes of tourists that visit during the daylight hours.

We envisaged ourselves to be ageless, timeless, listening to the rhythmic ocean waves pound upon the rock, like nature’s drum echoing in the hidden alcoves of an eternal mind. As the ethereal light began to vanish, I turned around and took a snapshot of that frigid, unbreakable place of many secrets. It was an idyllic place, a halcyon that brought us peace.

Just a stranger and a pair of prairie landlubbers, never to pass a word. There would be no salutation amongst shadows in the fading light.

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The Relationship between Science and Truth

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The moon in daylight. f/8 @ 1/200 second.

It is important to recognize that modern science is NOT a pure philosophy representing a comprehensive worldview. Science is essentially a method of observation and measurement, based primarily on five traditionally recognized human senses, referred to as empiricism.

  1. Sight (vision)
  2. Hearing (audition)
  3. Taste (gustation)
  4. Smell (olfaction)
  5. Touch (somatosensation)

The rationalist presuppositions, theories, and conjecture of science DO NOT necessarily represent truth or reality in its entirety – not even close.

The philosophy underlying science does overlap with metaphysics, ontology, and epistemology, for example, when it explores the relationship between science and truth.

Science in itself, however, does NOT represent the entirety of human knowledge or experience.

A very important distinction to make.

The push of science versus religion politics today is disingenuous at best, and merely an age-old attempt to limit human thought and experience to the realm of scientific rationalism within secular humanism. This alone has huge ramifications in Western society today.

An insidious war has been declared on faith, religion, and the supernatural by those raising their ugly, arrogant, rationalist head once again.

This time in the political arenas of Canada and the US, not to mention the rest of the civilized Western world.

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Cape Breton: H.C. MacDonald

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Cape Breton, Nova Scotia. f/8 @ 1/250 second. ©2017 Bruce Kraus. All rights reserved.

A little place, Cape Breton-by-the-sea
A tiny speck upon the Earth’s great face
But oh! The boundless wealth of loveliness
That God has crammed into this little place.

Poem excerpt by H. C. MacDonald

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Cape Breton Highlands National Park

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Full Colour. © 2017 Bruce Kraus. All rights reserved.
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The original colour photograph was taken with an iPhone 4 (f/2.8 @ 1/800 second). The event was a 2014 road cycling trip through the ‎⁨Cape Breton Highlands National Park⁩, in Nova Scotia,⁨ Canada. Editing was done in PhaseOne’s Capture One 10 utilizing built-in presets to accomplish selective colour variants and a black and white variant.

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The Ethnocentricity of America: A Gun Culture That Must Change

Sometimes, Americans can be so ethnocentric. It is difficult, for more than a few, to appreciate anything else different upon this great blue marble. All that one sees is their own interests within an ever-shrinking worldview.

I don’t hold that against them. After all, your average American appears to be indoctrinated, from an early age, with the notion that the US is the greatest nation on the earth. There is considerable truth to that idea. Unfortunately, any individual or nation that just happens to disagree with that sentiment, in whole or in part, is invariably considered irrelevant and/or a threat to their American Way of  Life.

Strong words? Perhaps…but my point of view is quite prevalent amongst many Canadians, the Brits, Aussies, Kiwis, the EU, and a good deal of the rest of the world.

The questions remain. Is the aforementioned viewpoint or opinion valid? Is there some truth to this? Are Americans ethnocentric?

As an American, please do not allow your insides to get all tied up in a knot over mere words and opinion. Many Canadians have family, friends, and associates in the US, and visit various parts of America on a regular basis. California, Arizona, and Florida are filled with wealthy Canadian snowbirds and retirees. We are joined at the hip to Americans socially, culturally, economically, and so forth.

It is out of my own travel experiences, that I have come to some of my conclusions.

Sometimes, when I travel to the beautiful State of Montana, I am reminded how different we are as Canadians in some aspects.

I am frequently asked the question, “Where are you from?” in reference to my apparent accent and choice of vocabulary….eh?

Funny thing is that your average cowboy in Montana, dressed in Wrangler jeans, a plaid western-style shirt, a black Stetson, pickle-stabbers (cowboy boots), and adorned with a pearl-handled revolver in a ornate leather holster, often just does not get it.

Do they realize how difficult it is for people like me to grasp their unintelligible western drawl (strange pronunciation of English words), and seemingly threatening appearance (the gun-thing)? Just visit one of the local watering holes that many tend to congregate around as human beings and you will understand my dilemna.

You can talk about almost anything…just don’t talk about the politics of gun control in Montana.

I do love the warm hospitality of the people of Montana State, but their general preoccupation with firearms and apparent gun culture does make me a little nervous.

I have cycled through a significant portion of the Bitteroot Valley and some of the passes that traverse the majestic mountain ranges towering over both sides of that long corridor. What troubles me though, is the few occasions where I came across dangerous situations, i.e., people using firearms inappropriately in public spaces including National Parks.

It is a bit unnerving to be climbing the Skalkaho Pass on my road bike and come across a couple of guys rapid firing their Beretta 9mm* and Colt 45* pistols against a rocky outcrop, barely a few meters away from us.

The potential of something going haywire, perhaps a ricocheting bullet, could prove to be life-threatening for any of us within the immediate vicinity.

Unbelievably, on our return leg, descending the mountain at considerable speed, we came across a second group, this time several teenagers, not much older than sixteen or seventeen, carrying two semi-automatic AR-15’s* amongst them.

Wow…is all I could think to myself. Has everybody gone loco around here?

I knew this was the July 4th weekend, but does that justify the open-carry and discharge of firearms alongside a public highway in a National Park?

I wanted to stop, get off my bicycle and raise a little hell with those kids concerning their questionable and rather dangerous behaviour.

My cycling partner, a big, burly American, and native of Eugene, Oregon, strongly suggested that we just keep moving along.

“Locals around here do not take kindly to the suggestions of strangers, let alone Canadians, concerning what constitutes responsible firearm use.”

I get that…I truly do. I do not want to challenge anyone’s viewpoint on US Second Amendment rights and responsibilities.

But, seriously, a little common sense should apply here.

Canada, as a nation, has moderate gun control laws in comparison to the rest of the world. The events that I experienced on the Skalkaho would be considered extremely inappropriate and definitely in violation of various laws in Canada.

A few days later, I ventured solo up the same Skalkaho Pass with almost no one in sight. I think I was passed by only a handful of vehicles during the entire time I rode up and down the mountain.

So quiet and peaceful…

I decided to head home to our place of lodging via the shoulder of the Interstate highway, rather than the longer, and much more convoluted bicycle path that stretches from just outside the southern edge of Hamilton all the way to Missoula. A member of the Montana Highway Patrol drove up behind me, hit the siren and lit up his lights. He pulled off the Interstate rapidly, exited his patrol car, and made a cautious beeline towards me, his hand on his holstered weapon.

What the foosball? Now what? What did I do this time?

The police officer basically instructed me to get off the “damn” highway and onto the bike path. When I tried to explain to him that I often see cyclists, especially fully-loaded touring cyclists, pass through town via the Interstate, his demeanour immediately changed from irritable to down-right hostile.

He lectured me for a while and then demanded to see my ID. I carefully reached into the back of my jersey pocket, explaining to him what I was reaching for behind my back. I reiterated that I did not know whether or not it was legal for cyclists to ride on the wide shoulder alongside the Interstate highway, and apologized profusely. After my identity checked out, and a very stern warning, I bolted out of there as fast as I could.

It was a disheartening experience to be approached by an armed State Trooper, who was obviously having a bad day (or just did not like cyclists). I stood there sheepishly in the 27C heat for over twenty minutes, sweating profusely, dehydrated, and obviously exhausted from my 16+ kilometre climb. I was beginning to feel naked and vulnerable in my spandex cycling attire, wondering if I was about to be given a ticket, or worse.

Was I really in the wrong? Or was that experience just “business as usual” in an American State where guns are everywhere and just a part of everyday life?

The choices we make today become who we are tomorrow…

* My knowledge of firearms comes from being a former hunter, competitive target shooter, and biathlete.

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It’s NOT about the Bike…

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Just returned from a skiathlon/pursuit training session. All decked out in my National Masters racing suit of days-gone-by. Photographed in 2016. © 2017 Bruce Kraus. All rights reserved.

I have a few friends and associates that love to road cycle. If you have read even a small percentage of the almost 500 posts (in one year) on EclecticChoices, you will know that I am a road cycling nut also.

But, heres the thing, when the first snow falls in Saskatchewan, I get really excited about the cross country ski season, especially racing again. In fact, after I finish this post, I am heading to my small workshop to begin the often long and laborious task of removing the storage wax off my ever decreasing fleet of classic and skating skis. There are few things in life that make me happier than prepping and waxing my cross country racing skis for the winter season.

I love the snow! The whisper quiet glide of a good pair of skating skis on corduroy tracks, and the click-clack of carbon poles digging into a well-packed ski trail.

Sadly, as some of you know, I have been struggling with bad asthma episodes over the last couple of years. What started out as exercise-induced asthma, something that has become almost a plague amongst elite skiers, has devolved into a rather chronic all-day-long situation for me.

When a person cannot breathe properly, even with the assistance of various short and long term meds, one’s personal fitness can go downhill really fast. I have managed to gain bodyweight, far more than I am comfortable with, and my personal fitness tests are rather dismal. I am not seeking sympathy here…but I do appreciate your prayers 🙂

It is important to realize that the aforementioned troubles and setbacks should not discourage us or keep us down in a pit of frustration and despair.

Only the courageous keep trying in the midst of adversity.

I am no longer a spring chicken, burning up the ski trails like Warner Brother’s cartoonish Tasmanian Devil. I try to set realistic goals in recovering from illness and injury, training, and, hopefully, xc-racing amongst 20-year-olds and old-timers alike.

Be kind to yourself when suffering from illness and/or injury. Be patient…REALLY PATIENT. Your time will come. Cheers!

Ps. Winter is so much more fun when you are active outside!

The choices we make today become who we are tomorrow…

 

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