So I think it is more or less known at this point that we’re moving from our home. Regardless of what happens on other fronts to dictate the where of that more, we are indeed going.

As Courtney and I have debated what to do and how to accomplish the move, Courtney’s mind always goes to schools and doctors and grocery stores and library access and all those things. Mine? It is fixed firmly and fully on moving three stacks of boxes.

I’ve debated whether it’s even worth moving them, and I guess that depends on distance. If we end up in Idaho, I just don’t feel justified in the energy and effort it would take to move the bees. I’d be required to get an inspection for one thing, and I can’t imagine spending a day loading a trailer and then ending that with packing those up as well to follow that with a long drive and immediately unpacking them without an apiary set up. I just… don’t like the thought.

I’ve had some people suggest I leave them behind on a willing property and then grab them during the winter when the move would be quite easy, but I worry about taking them from a place where the temperature doesn’t really get below about 15 degrees to a place where -20 or lower is not only expected but it’s relatively common. I just don’t see them surviving that shift, especially since it’d be immediate.

And then add in the cost of a trailer… Our vehicle does not have a hitch currently, and that plus the rental for a trailer will cross $300 to $400 easily.

A local move on the other hand… I’ll borrow a truck and do it in an afternoon. Easy.

So what to do? I admit I’m leaning strongly towards selling them off and starting fresh in the spring.

I was speaking to one of my beekeeping buds, Lee, and he has two weak hives that his brother is thinking about buying from him. His brother lives in Arizona, and the thought is that if he takes them down there, they won’t need to battle through a winter and will probably survive. But that leaves Lee short a couple hives. He’s committed to taking at least two of the hives, leaving me with one (plus the top bar).

I have another friend who has been learning about beekeeping from me, and I’m thinking of giving him the top bar outright. The colony in there isn’t going to live all that long in its current state, so it’s really just the equipment, and I’m okay being done with the top bar.

So the last hive…. Lee might take it if his brother runs off with three hives instead of just two, but that’s a big if. I might see if I can find a buyer for the last hive as well. Or… Maybe moving one isn’t so bad?

Either way, the money we get from this will go straight to funding replacements wherever we end up. I’m anxious to start off on the right foot this time with the four years experience. Starting over fresh, this is what I will do different:

  • All medium boxes instead of a mix of deeps and mediums. I like the interchangeability. In some ways it makes it easier to rotate the wax as well because any box can go anywhere. My only big complaint is that they don’t make medium nucs, so my nuc boxes are a bit weird.
  • Plastic foundation on wood. I’ve done both full plastic and plastic/wood combos. I like the wood. I’ve found the bees build less vertical bridge comb between wood frames than they do with plastic. For whatever reason, they take to the lighter colored foundation faster than the black as well.
  • Add drone brood frames. I’ve never done that, and I’ve found the bees eventually force drone brood onto the smaller cell frames. It’s pretty messy. As I see it, a hive that lays drones is a healthy hive (obvious exclusions). It’s part of the reproductive process, right? Drones are not bad, they just don’t produce honey. I’d rather help them put drones in a good place than what I typically see. I also like the idea of freezing frames for varroa control.
  • Never medicate or feed. I’ve seen a lot of success with that, but all my equipment has been medicated at some point. I’d like to start pure and clean.

I’ve also debated 8-frame vs 10-frame. I’m strong enough to handle tens, especially mediums, so I probably won’t. I’ve also debated going to slatted bottom boards and mid-hive entrance shims. I just don’t know. I’ve heard it helps in honey production, but I don’t know that I care. It’s not about the honey. I may do the slatted bottom boards because there is evidence that it helps the brood nest stay lower in the hive in cold climates. I guess we’ll see.

One other thing I will definitely do, though, is keep the memory firmly in my mind that I almost killed this hobby twice! Once buy letting the monetization of it take precedence and again by letting the social aspect become the most enjoyed aspect. This is a hobby for me. This is a hobby where I see my girls, I grow with them, and I experience life with them. It’s not about honey or money, friends or family.

It’s about me.

That may be selfish, but I’ve learned that I love it most to just be out there on a nice Saturday morning with them. Just me. I like having help, but I prefer it alone. That’s when it is relaxing and comfortable and interesting and exciting and fun. That’s when I come away from the experience filled with life and energy.

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I debated hiding this post behind a password given that there is some information here that, if it got out to the wrong people, could impact life. However, what’s the fun of experiencing little miracles if you keep them to yourself?

Recently I noted on the blog that we’re moving. Well, it’s time to share the back story.

June 29th I was realized from the bishopric. For those non-LDS readers of mine, in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, local congregations are led by a bishop and two counselors. This makes a bishopric. I had the privilege of serving as second counselor in the bishopric for a congregation of young single adults at BYU. It was a lot of fun and incredibly enjoyable. Another thing to note is that callings in the church are not something we seek; they are offered to us under revelation and inspiration by someone in authority. That same authority is used to determine when it is time for someone’s service to end. So it’s not a decision I make; it’s one the Lord makes and reveals through His chosen leader in the area.

So I was released. I didn’t want to be. In fact, at first I was pretty angry and frustrated. But the blessings of being released quickly came into place. See, the only reason we were still in this area was because of that calling. Normally, a person serves for about three years in the congregations at BYU before being released, and we had always planned on moving immediately when those three years were up. I only served one, and since that was the last thing holding us, we immediately decided to look into moving.

On June 27th, a job that can only be described as “dream job” opened at BYU-Idaho, a place I’ve long wanted to work and an area where I’ve long wanted to live. Had we not been released, we would never have looked. Also around this time, a house was listed for sale in Rexburg where BYU-I is located that was perfect for us in just about every way. Add in the fact that we were going to Rexburg for vacation on July 3rd, and we figured why not. We applied, went on vacation, and saw the house. And then we fell in love.

When we got home, we decided to mad-scramble our way through a house sale to see if we could sell in time to make that job at BYU-I a possibility. We spent the next four days cleaning, painting, fixing, and doing every other little thing to get this house ready. We listed July 15th.

We sold the house July 23rd. In eight days.

When is the close date for the house? The same day as the proposed start date for that job in Idaho. And yes, I have an interview.

And speaking of that interview, one of the interviewees is a former coworker of mine who I feel will speak positively and well for me. In addition to that, I called the bishop over the congregation where that new house is just to say hi, and the High Councilor he works with (think of a High Councilor as a traveling minister in a larger geographic area called a stake) is the guy conducting my interview.

I sit back and look at all the coincidences, timings, and speed of everything, and it all looks like miracles to me.

We’ve long dreamed of moving and getting to a place where we can raise our family in peace and have the land we’ve always wanted to create an independent, self-reliant lifestyle. Not only does this home have 2 acres of land with full animal rights, it’s in a pseudo sub-division with neighbors and families all around. Basically everything we’ve ever wanted… Here it is. Here it comes.

The only thing we have left to do is get that job, and we feel great about it. Hopeful.


I wish I knew how I did it, but somehow I’ve managed to contract BPPV. I don’t remember what it stands for, and frankly I don’t want to go look it up, but basically it’s an inner-ear condition that causes your sense of balance to go out the door and be replaced with a near-constant state of vertigo. Bad vertigo. Like I feel like I’ve just done 48-hours straight on a nasty roller coaster that sits on top of a merry-go-round that is inside of a ferris wheel gondola while riding  in a Formula 1 race car.

It’s lovely. Truly.

If I understand the condition correctly, I’ve somehow loosened the calcium crystals in my inner-ear that help me determine up from down and left from right. As I move, the fluid in my ears reacts with the now jumbled crystals and instead of getting a clean signal of direction and momentum, I get all sorts of conflicting signals. Basically, as long as I don’t move, I’m good. I start moving and….


I’m taking Dramamine to help combat the gross feelings, but it does almost nothing for the balance. I’ve got some exercises I’m supposed to do as well, which theoretically are supposed to help everything get back into alignment. I’m not sure if they help or not. Without the Dramamine, I can’t even do them so…. From reading online, it looks like this typically goes away on its own after a few days (today is day 2). I sure hope so. It’s gross, and I’m largely confined to either my chair or my bed with my head held perfectly still. Which means, once again, Courtney now has five kids.

Sigh… It seems like this spring and summer I’ve been sick, sick, sick, and I’m tired of it.

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An Announcement!

I think a lot of people have been expecting this for the last few weeks, but….

We’re moving.

The house was listed for sale today, and while I would normally post a link for you to follow and see the listing, I’d rather not have my address and all the associated personal information posted so easily in such a public place. Instead, if you’d like to find the listing, I would suggest you go to a site that lists MLS numbers for Utah and search for an MLS number such as 1244782. :-)

Also, the listing went live around 1:45, and we our realtor received his first call at 1:47! The showing was supposed to be at 3:00, but it may be bumped back a bit because of timing. How awesome would it be to see the house sold in a few days!?!?


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