I Believe Her

Maybe because I’ve seen every episode of Law & Order: SVU. Maybe because I’ve listened to women I’ve known and loved recount their experiences with sexual assault. Maybe because Dr. Ford has given me no reason not to believe her.

I watched a well-educated composed woman recount her story. I watched as she answered questions to the best of her ability with no evasion. She was consistent in her testimony and has not wavered from it since making her allegation. She spoke intelligently and never let her emotions consume her. I saw courage and bravery as she told her truth to the highest levels of power. While she was short on broader details of the event, the specifics of the incident itself she recalled in great detail. When asked if there were any doubt as to who assaulted her, she responded with 100% certainty it was Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh.

I watched a well-educated man plead his innocence to the Senate committee and the American people. At first he was sympathetic, choking up when he spoke of his family. Yet as the hearing progressed, his privilege, sense of entitlement, and bias against the Democratic Party began to show. He failed to reign in his emotions numerous times, he interrupted and spoke over senators asking questions, and was often evasive. Allegation aside, this kind of behavior is unfit a Supreme Court Justice.

She said.

He Said.

For convictions in criminal cases in this country, the accused must be proven guilty by things like facts, evidence, and corroboration. If tried in a criminal court, I do not believe there is sufficient evidence to convict Judge Kavanaugh. A lack of evidence doesn’t mean a crime didn’t occur which is often the case with sexual assault. It’s also one of the many reasons cases like these go unreported. But Kavanugh isn’t on trial, not in the traditional sense. The Senate doesn’t have to convict Judge Kavanaugh of any crime, they only have to determine if his record and his personal character are worthy of confirmation as a Supreme Court Justice.

There is no doubt that both political parties in this country are playing politics in this case. The Democrats are using every tactic they can to delay Kavanaugh’s confirmation. It’s also clear a full and thorough investigation would do just that. The Republican Party shows more concern for balancing the highest court in their favor than getting to the truth. But all of that is noise meant to distract from the heart of the matter.

He said.

She said.

Who are we to believe? Is the alleged crime significant enough to disqualify Judge Kavanaugh from the Supreme Court? I believe attempted rape, no matter how long ago the incident occurred, is sufficient enough for disqualification. Is the accuser credible enough to be believed? I believe Dr. Ford is credible.

We are left with many unanswered questions and we may never know the whole truth. While Judge Kavanaugh may be presumed innocent of this allegation, that presumption does not mean he should be confirmed as the next Supreme Court Justice. When it comes to the highest court in this country, those seated there must be beyond reproach. Dr. Ford’s allegation and Judge Kavanaugh’s response to it show he does not meet that standard.

I believe her.

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Lake Easton to Snoqualmie Tunnel (and back again)

I had numerous adventures over the summer, many of which kept me outdoors and away from the keyboard. Now that life is returning to somewhat of a routine, I’d like to share some of them.

My husband and I each got a mountain bike this year. While I enjoy hiking, my husband prefers to get places a litter faster so we thought we’d give trail riding a try. One of the best cycling trails in the state of Washington is the “Palouse to Cascades State Park Trail”. I know, it’s a bit of a mouthful but locals might know it better by its old name, the “John Wayne Pioneer Trail”. The entire trail spans nearly 224 miles and was once a rail line.

Given we are both novice riders, we wanted to pick up the trail where we wouldn’t encounter too much trouble. We recently purchased a travel trailer and planned a trip to Lake Easton State Park. This park is located along the trail and was a perfect opportunity to check things out. Twenty miles west of Lake Easton along the trail is the 2-mile long Snoqualmie tunnel. We had hiked the tunnel before and thought someday it would be fun to ride through it on bikes.

This would be a 40-mile round trip excursion in one day and the distance was a little daunting. Like I said, we aren’t experienced riders and most of our trips had been less than ten miles up to this point.

We packed a lunch and loaded up our bikes. We were sure to bring lots of water as it was a warm August day when we made this trek!  We set out from our campsite and headed to the trail. That portion was probably the most difficult part of the trip. The lake is at a lower elevation than the trail so we had some elevation gain but it wasn’t too bad.

Once on the trail it was smooth riding westbound! The trail is packed gravel and wide enough for a car to drive so there was plenty of room for us to ride side by side or pass other hikers and cyclists. We didn’t see too many though on this midweek August day. We stopped a few times to take pictures, hydrate, and snack. Before long we arrived at Hyak, the trail head for the tunnel!

It was fun riding through the tunnel though I wish I had a stronger light on my bike as I couldn’t see too far ahead of me. While the rest of the trail may have been quiet, the tunnel portion had a lot more activity. A work crew had a truck inside and many hikers and bikers were there checking it out.

When we got to the other side, we stopped at a shaded picnic table and enjoyed our lunch. The table was located just outside the tunnel and the breeze coming from the tunnel was quite cool. By the time we finished our lunch and prepared to return to camp, I was getting cold.

We got on our bikes and headed back…it kinda sucked! Traveling eastbound through the tunnel was more difficult than we had anticipated. The tunnel remains pretty cold year round and we were going against the wind. Our muscles weren’t as loose thanks to the half-hour down time (though we did stretch before we headed back). By the time we reached the other end, we were very cold and stiff and couldn’t wait to get back into the sun!

We continued down the trail toward camp and I noticed I was riding in a higher gear. While the trail felt flat on the way to the tunnel, there was a very subtle change in elevation. The first ten miles back (30 miles into the trip) were pretty good. Our muscles had loosened up in the heat and it felt good to be riding. But eventually the total distance began to catch up with us.

Our water reserves were nearly depleted and our bodies were beginning to feel the strain we were putting on them. At no point were either of us winded from our exertion, our bodies just began to ache. The last five miles were quite difficult as I found I couldn’t find a comfortable riding position. My back and my arms were sore from the hours of essentially “leaning” on my handlebars.

We made it safely back to camp and vowed we would do more practice trips before we endeavored such a long ride again. While the last few miles may have been a struggle, I was glad we did it and we plan on doing it again next summer.

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Remembering 9-11

For those of us who lived through the events on that fateful day in September, we remember. We remember what it was like at airports, amusement parks, and sporting events. Security check points were minimal or simply didn’t exist. We could go to Disneyland without passing through a metal detector. We could go to a football game with any kind of bag. We could say goodbye to our friends and family at the boarding gate.

Whether you were alive on 9-11-2001 or born after, your life has been affected. Your perception of the world and your feelings of security have been influenced by the actions of a handful of hateful men.

Just last week I traveled to Boston for a funeral. The security checkpoint at Logan Airport was atrocious. I removed all of my electronics, all of my liquids, my shoes, my hat. When it was finally my turn to raise my arms in the machine that would scan every part of me, nearly an hour had passed since I’d gotten in line. My watch triggered the machine along with the metal snaps on the pants I was wearing. I was fortunate the TSA agent who patted me down was friendly. She told me where she would touch me and asked if I had any sensitivity in those areas. I have heard many horror stories of rigorous pat-downs and violations by aggressive agents. Thankfully my experience has been acceptable.

Last fall I went to Disneyland. I stood in a long line to pass through security. I had only my phone and a small wallet in my possession. Yet I had to wait as parents with children (it is Disneyland after all) had their diaper bags and stroller scrutinized. Then it was another wait to get through the ticket gate. It took perhaps a half an hour to get into the happiest place on Earth. This was all on a weekday in October. I can’t imagine what it must be like on the weekends!

As for me, I was aboard the USS Enterprise when those men took something from all of us. The ship was headed to South Africa for a historic port of call when everything changed. My Captain didn’t wait for orders. He heard the news and ordered the ship back to the Middle East, the most likely source of the attack. Eventually we got some payback but the scars remain.

I don’t feel any more or any less safe with the increased security measures but I understand why they are in place. I wonder if we will ever get back that sense of security. Will there be a day when metal detectors, full body scans, and bag checks go away? Can we build a world where a large crowd of people can gather without fear of bullets raining down or bombs going off? I want to believe we can. I want my nieces and nephews born post 9-11-2001 to feel safe in amusement parks without the hassle of long security lines. How can we make that happen?

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