Sunday, July 25, 2010
Let the summer begin!
We're back in Colorado after a long, but pretty pleasant drive here. We're staying the first night (or so) in the Boulder University Inn. I'm already happy to be here. Rory and I checked out the grass situation near the hotel only to find that we're right on Boulder Creek. The particular part of the creek near the hotel is really dark, but we crossed the street to see old familiar sights like the Dushanbe Tea House, the Farmer's Market Street and the Bandshell. The air in the room was a bit musty when we got here, but the air outside is cool and dry and clear. I love the air here. I don't exactly subscribe to the concept of a cleansing breath - except when I'm in Colorado. Sure, maybe it's that there just isn't enough oxygen in the air here, but I always think the air is just somehow better here than everywhere else. For even further cleansing, we've filled up on a couple of glasses of good old Boulder tap water on ice. I did double check with the hotel guys if the tap water was ok and they both nodded emphatically saying "It's goood" as if it were a more intoxicating substance. It's at leas addictive to me - I think I'll have a few more sips before seeing if sleep here is better than anywhere else too.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Fall in Colorado
We're back for a little taste of fall in Colorado. It used to be that we'd come to Colorado because Alex would have some kind of meeting; Wee and I would tag along and we'd tack on a weekend for fun. Now we book trips for the weekend and Alex thinks of some kind of meeting so we add in some work days too. Our trip on Wednesday evening was precessing faster than usual until the Super Shuttle driver had about a 2 hour fight with her GPS system on the way to Boulder. The whole Super Shuttle adventure was new to us; in the past we had always rented a car, but after the summer we kept our reliable Ford Explorer at Cabin Guy's place. It was nice to arrive to our own car even if it wasn't in our own home. We were also greeted by a friend at Cabin Guy's place. One of the workmen, Tim, was staying there for the last few days before his wedding. Congratulations Tim! After a little peek at our curved truss we headed for our old home-away-from-home-in-Colorado, the St. Julien. We have been staying at the St. Julien several times a year since January 2006, just a few months after it opened. A few of the staff recognized us and gave us an upgraded suite room with a view of the mountains. We luxuriated in the 1000 threadcount sheets and ordered room service. So nice to be home.
On Thursday and Friday, I worked from the St. Julien, Alex had meetings in Longmont and Colorado Springs, and Aidan went to backup care at Bright Horizons. Backup daycare is one of the best benefits that any company can offer. Wee has been to Bright Horizons in several locations, but especially likes the one in Longmont. He was so sad when Alex picked him up after only a half day on Thursday.
After our first Bo Staff class on Thursday afternoon we went up to The Land to see the cabin and just say hi to the Land. It's hard for me to see the destruction that the construction has caused. I can't wait for the digging and the heavy machinery to be done. Even the cabin seems so unnatural and big to me. But we did take a little walk to the Aspens and this summer's campsite which is still as natural and beautiful as ever. The wildflowers are all but gone, but the aspens are their beautiful autumn yellow.
We had dinner with Amy back in Boulder. We lunched with her again on Saturday and will see her on Sunday. So great to have friends to hang out with.
For the weekend, we've moved our base to the Best Western in Nederland. The staff remember us from this summer's Schoenberg family reunion. They asked about my mom and the rest of the family and say hi to everyone.
This morning we hiked the Hessie trail to Lost Lake.
This is one of those trails that is so beautiful that it doesn't seem real as it winds past babbling brooks, through bright yellow aspens, displaying valley vistas, and ending up at an alpine lake. 
The horses and dogs that we met on the trail add even more extra credit and then the pièce de résistance was finding wild raspberries! 
We really didn't have anything else to do today, so we uncharacteristically took our time and meandered around and just relaxed.
In the afternoon we hit the trails again, this time on horseback from Sundance Stables. Another fabulous trek through Aspens and Pine forest with views of the Continental Divide.
The big bonus on this trip was that the stables offered us horses for free next summer if we can set up somewhere for the horses to hang out in a pasture on our land. How cool would that be?!!!
In the evening we went to the movies at the Nederland community center. The movie was The Time Traveler's Wife, which was ok, but really we were going to check out the small town scene. Alex was all anxious about getting there right on time. We arrived about 5 minutes late, but still had plenty of time to hang out. The event started with community announcements - Pine Beetle classes available in October, the normal community announcer's hip replacement recovery is going well, adult floor hockey has started up, and Obediah someone will be doing a concert at the church on Sunday. Next was the ticket stub raffle where people won free candy, a local gift certificate, and a t-shirt. Then the announcers shouted back to the projectionist "Do we have any previews?" "Nope" "Damn! Well, let's start the movie then." We just smiled, happy with our sort of residence in this small town.
On Thursday and Friday, I worked from the St. Julien, Alex had meetings in Longmont and Colorado Springs, and Aidan went to backup care at Bright Horizons. Backup daycare is one of the best benefits that any company can offer. Wee has been to Bright Horizons in several locations, but especially likes the one in Longmont. He was so sad when Alex picked him up after only a half day on Thursday.
After our first Bo Staff class on Thursday afternoon we went up to The Land to see the cabin and just say hi to the Land. It's hard for me to see the destruction that the construction has caused. I can't wait for the digging and the heavy machinery to be done. Even the cabin seems so unnatural and big to me. But we did take a little walk to the Aspens and this summer's campsite which is still as natural and beautiful as ever. The wildflowers are all but gone, but the aspens are their beautiful autumn yellow.
We had dinner with Amy back in Boulder. We lunched with her again on Saturday and will see her on Sunday. So great to have friends to hang out with.
For the weekend, we've moved our base to the Best Western in Nederland. The staff remember us from this summer's Schoenberg family reunion. They asked about my mom and the rest of the family and say hi to everyone.
This morning we hiked the Hessie trail to Lost Lake.
This is one of those trails that is so beautiful that it doesn't seem real as it winds past babbling brooks, through bright yellow aspens, displaying valley vistas, and ending up at an alpine lake. The horses and dogs that we met on the trail add even more extra credit and then the pièce de résistance was finding wild raspberries! We really didn't have anything else to do today, so we uncharacteristically took our time and meandered around and just relaxed. In the afternoon we hit the trails again, this time on horseback from Sundance Stables. Another fabulous trek through Aspens and Pine forest with views of the Continental Divide.
The big bonus on this trip was that the stables offered us horses for free next summer if we can set up somewhere for the horses to hang out in a pasture on our land. How cool would that be?!!!In the evening we went to the movies at the Nederland community center. The movie was The Time Traveler's Wife, which was ok, but really we were going to check out the small town scene. Alex was all anxious about getting there right on time. We arrived about 5 minutes late, but still had plenty of time to hang out. The event started with community announcements - Pine Beetle classes available in October, the normal community announcer's hip replacement recovery is going well, adult floor hockey has started up, and Obediah someone will be doing a concert at the church on Sunday. Next was the ticket stub raffle where people won free candy, a local gift certificate, and a t-shirt. Then the announcers shouted back to the projectionist "Do we have any previews?" "Nope" "Damn! Well, let's start the movie then." We just smiled, happy with our sort of residence in this small town.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Bittersweet last week here
We're having such a good time here, we're going to be sad to leave!!!
This last week in Colorado has been Cousin Camp for Wee.
My brother Ed's 19 year old daughter Hannah like Colorado so much during the Schoenberg family reunion that she jumped at the chance for a trip back. Hannah and Wee have spent the week sleeping in as late as 10, swimming, playing with the neighbors, 
feeding ducks at Wonderland Lake, playing on the playground, playing tennis, making cookies, making t-shirts, 
and generally just hanging out. Hannah has tried quelling some of Wee's silliness while imparting some of her own bootie-shaking-tootie-ta-singing silliness.
Meanwhile Alex and I have continued working remotely with east coast lunch time breaks for running, biking, hiking, and tennis followed by Boulder's farmers market bounty filled lunches. When we get back to our regular lives we'll have to establish a little working from home action just to keep this summer's spirit alive.
The evenings have taken us to see Annie at Boulder Dinner Theater, make dinner and check cabin progress on The Land a couple times (once including Amy), watch the movie Top Gun at Red Rocks, shop and dine at the Boulder Farmers Market, and people watch and shop on the Pearl Street Mall. Being able bring Hannah to her first viewing of the cinematic genius of Top Gun in a crowd of 9000 in the natural beauty and incredible acoustics of Red Rocks was definitely the highlight of the week. The cool side shot of that was that we went from watching the band Paper Bird open for Top Gun at the mammoth venue of Red Rocks on Tuesday and see them sing again in a doorway on Pearl Street the very next day.
This last week in Colorado has been Cousin Camp for Wee.
My brother Ed's 19 year old daughter Hannah like Colorado so much during the Schoenberg family reunion that she jumped at the chance for a trip back. Hannah and Wee have spent the week sleeping in as late as 10, swimming, playing with the neighbors, feeding ducks at Wonderland Lake, playing on the playground, playing tennis, making cookies, making t-shirts, and generally just hanging out. Hannah has tried quelling some of Wee's silliness while imparting some of her own bootie-shaking-tootie-ta-singing silliness.Meanwhile Alex and I have continued working remotely with east coast lunch time breaks for running, biking, hiking, and tennis followed by Boulder's farmers market bounty filled lunches. When we get back to our regular lives we'll have to establish a little working from home action just to keep this summer's spirit alive.
The evenings have taken us to see Annie at Boulder Dinner Theater, make dinner and check cabin progress on The Land a couple times (once including Amy), watch the movie Top Gun at Red Rocks, shop and dine at the Boulder Farmers Market, and people watch and shop on the Pearl Street Mall. Being able bring Hannah to her first viewing of the cinematic genius of Top Gun in a crowd of 9000 in the natural beauty and incredible acoustics of Red Rocks was definitely the highlight of the week. The cool side shot of that was that we went from watching the band Paper Bird open for Top Gun at the mammoth venue of Red Rocks on Tuesday and see them sing again in a doorway on Pearl Street the very next day.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Windy wake up to starry night
The summer really seems to be coming to a close. We'll be heading back "home" next weekend, so this last weekend was really our last chance for tent camping on the Land this year.
We headed up Friday evening after the end of drama camp. We put up the tent and took some pictures of the progress on the Cabin, but we didn't feel like the rigmarole of cooking and a campfire, so just headed to Back Country Pizza in Nederland for an easy supper. We made it back to the Land before pitch darkness, but not much. Wee fell asleep quickly under the serenade of my birthday Indian flute. Alex and I stayed up a little longer to do sword patterns in the dark and watch the stars then went inside the tent ourselves. We know it's been a long summer of camping since almost all of our lanterns and flashlights are dead and I had to read on my Kindle using my iPhone for light - how techie am I?
Sleep did happen for a little while. But then the winds kicked in. Our tent is 10' x 15' x 7'. We love it for all the space in all directions under normal conditions. But that's a lot of fabric to get whipped around by the wind. Wee slept like a log, but I lay frozen watching the walls and poles jerk and sway. I listened intently to the wind outside waiting for our temporary abode to either collapse or whisk us off to Oz. After a very early morning potty break Alex discovered that it was way less scary outside the tent than inside. With that news and with a little bit of dawn's early light I headed out of my own internal hell to brave the elements head on. Gusts of wind sent aspen leaves shimmering, but otherwise everything seemed to be staying more upright and calm than the environment of the tent. Plus, there was a beautiful double rainbow flying over the continental divide just trying to make me smile. I got Rory from the car and we explored the wilds above the Christmas tree a bit, then I came back to the tent for a couple more hours of reading and rest. When Alex went outside again at a more reasonable hour the morning was (temporarily) sunny and calm.
But storms were still looming so we chose a car centric day.
First stop breakfast at the Pioneer Inn (PI) in Nederland. Just us and a "gang" of middle aged motorcyclists riding Honda Gold Wings.
We drove down through Central City and even got out of the car to look at some of the antique stores. Central City/Black Hawk is a weird little town on Peak to Peak Highway. In the 1800's it had boomed with Silver Mining and does have that standard old west feel. But it took a different approach to modern times by allowing casinos. So mixed in among 150 year old store fronts are slot machines and gambling tables. I think the miners would have loved that. For us it was just a quick stop.
Next stop was Red Rocks. Famed amphitheater built by the Civilian Conservation Corps in 1941. But also amazing rock formations. We ran down and up the stairs and generally wandered all around. Then had our choice for lunch in nearby Morrison in a room filled with stuffed dead animals or a biker bar. We chose stuffed animals since we did biker bar for breakfast.
Dinosaur ridge was next. Footprints, fossilized bones, worm holes, and wave marks on this one cool "hogback" ridge. It was uncovered while building the road to Red Rocks, but protected for its scientific and educational significance. I'm not normally all that into dinosaurs, but it's pretty powerful to see footsteps that are millions of years old.
Finally the weather was getting pretty stable, but I still didn't want to spend another night in a windy tent. We drove back to Nederland through Coal Creek Canyon past scenic Wondervu to get our stuff from the campsite. Then we headed to Lyons' Planet Bluegrass mini-woodstock-esque venue to see a little of this weekend's Folks Festival. The woodstock feel jumped right out at us as we walked past the rows of campers and tents - I guess the wind doesn't bother these stoned campers crammed into a valley and tired from three days of festival antics. We paused for a few minutes to do some hula hoop in among the craft and food stands. Then we found Amy (who had an awesome spot, chairs, and a tarp to sit on - thanks Amy!!!), got some food and settled in to watch a little Susan Tedeschi. Wee fell asleep in our arms as Don McLean played communist/populist old songs, he was asleep before Starry Starry Night and had already said bye-bye before American Pie.
We headed up Friday evening after the end of drama camp. We put up the tent and took some pictures of the progress on the Cabin, but we didn't feel like the rigmarole of cooking and a campfire, so just headed to Back Country Pizza in Nederland for an easy supper. We made it back to the Land before pitch darkness, but not much. Wee fell asleep quickly under the serenade of my birthday Indian flute. Alex and I stayed up a little longer to do sword patterns in the dark and watch the stars then went inside the tent ourselves. We know it's been a long summer of camping since almost all of our lanterns and flashlights are dead and I had to read on my Kindle using my iPhone for light - how techie am I?
Sleep did happen for a little while. But then the winds kicked in. Our tent is 10' x 15' x 7'. We love it for all the space in all directions under normal conditions. But that's a lot of fabric to get whipped around by the wind. Wee slept like a log, but I lay frozen watching the walls and poles jerk and sway. I listened intently to the wind outside waiting for our temporary abode to either collapse or whisk us off to Oz. After a very early morning potty break Alex discovered that it was way less scary outside the tent than inside. With that news and with a little bit of dawn's early light I headed out of my own internal hell to brave the elements head on. Gusts of wind sent aspen leaves shimmering, but otherwise everything seemed to be staying more upright and calm than the environment of the tent. Plus, there was a beautiful double rainbow flying over the continental divide just trying to make me smile. I got Rory from the car and we explored the wilds above the Christmas tree a bit, then I came back to the tent for a couple more hours of reading and rest. When Alex went outside again at a more reasonable hour the morning was (temporarily) sunny and calm.
But storms were still looming so we chose a car centric day.
First stop breakfast at the Pioneer Inn (PI) in Nederland. Just us and a "gang" of middle aged motorcyclists riding Honda Gold Wings.
We drove down through Central City and even got out of the car to look at some of the antique stores. Central City/Black Hawk is a weird little town on Peak to Peak Highway. In the 1800's it had boomed with Silver Mining and does have that standard old west feel. But it took a different approach to modern times by allowing casinos. So mixed in among 150 year old store fronts are slot machines and gambling tables. I think the miners would have loved that. For us it was just a quick stop.
Next stop was Red Rocks. Famed amphitheater built by the Civilian Conservation Corps in 1941. But also amazing rock formations. We ran down and up the stairs and generally wandered all around. Then had our choice for lunch in nearby Morrison in a room filled with stuffed dead animals or a biker bar. We chose stuffed animals since we did biker bar for breakfast.
Dinosaur ridge was next. Footprints, fossilized bones, worm holes, and wave marks on this one cool "hogback" ridge. It was uncovered while building the road to Red Rocks, but protected for its scientific and educational significance. I'm not normally all that into dinosaurs, but it's pretty powerful to see footsteps that are millions of years old.
Finally the weather was getting pretty stable, but I still didn't want to spend another night in a windy tent. We drove back to Nederland through Coal Creek Canyon past scenic Wondervu to get our stuff from the campsite. Then we headed to Lyons' Planet Bluegrass mini-woodstock-esque venue to see a little of this weekend's Folks Festival. The woodstock feel jumped right out at us as we walked past the rows of campers and tents - I guess the wind doesn't bother these stoned campers crammed into a valley and tired from three days of festival antics. We paused for a few minutes to do some hula hoop in among the craft and food stands. Then we found Amy (who had an awesome spot, chairs, and a tarp to sit on - thanks Amy!!!), got some food and settled in to watch a little Susan Tedeschi. Wee fell asleep in our arms as Don McLean played communist/populist old songs, he was asleep before Starry Starry Night and had already said bye-bye before American Pie.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Aspen weekend
Most of the summer that we've been here we've stayed pretty close to "home" exploring and really familiarizing ourselves with the area around Boulder and Nederland. We've eaten at pretty much every restaurant on Peak to Peak and hiked many of the shorter trails too. This weekend the wedding of my old DC friend Alek who moved to Boulder many years ago gave us the opportunity to go a little farther afield.
We actually just back into Boulder on Friday night immersing ourselves back into Colorado with dinner on the rooftop deck at West End Tavern on Pearl Street. Dogs, hippies, Colorado homeless, and college students welcomed us home. Saturday morning we took full advantage of our jet lag by waking up at 6. We had just enough time to repack for the weekend, go for a run, pick up the dog from her weekday farm abode, pick up some fresh veggies and stuff from the farmers market and get started on the 4.5 hour road trip right on schedule around 9.
The first half of the drive from Boulder to Golden onto I-70 up til Idaho Springs is inside our sphere of recognition. Just last weekend we made it as far as Georgetown. And in snowboarding days of yore (before Alex's knee issues) we'd gone as far as Keystone, Copper, Breckenridge, and even once to Vail. But Aspen is another two hours beyond that.
When driving in other parts of the country it seems like when you take the highway you whiz by so quickly that you miss the feel of the place. But Colorado's mountains command attention and show their beauty at any speed. On the way there we took I-70 all the way to Glenwood Springs. For some weird reason I actually drove the last two hours and got to jump into a scene out of the movie Cars and wind through an awesome canyon right on the highway with our half of the road cantilevered above the other half. On the way back we drove over Independence Pass from Aspen to Leadville slaloming up over 12,000 feet (above treeline) along a road in parts so narrow that oncoming collision seemed imminent.
But the weekend wasn't all about the drive. We ate lunch both days at a couple uberchic restaurants in Aspen. Rory and I went for an early morning run (almost saw a bear). We had a lovely morning swim and hot tub at our hotel. We all went for a nice hike at Maroon Bells. We went for a nice bike ride along the Rio Grande trail following a river through town and beyond. We wandered through the town browsing through overly expensive art and other stuff (we did see a bear in a tree near the McDonald's right in the middle of town). Aidan played on the rock and rope structure a block or two from the bear.
And of course we went to a wedding. The wedding was at a farm in Carbondale, CO. The happy couple is very active and outdoorsy, so it was just perfect to have incredible views of the mountains behind them as they said their vows. Many good wishes to Alek and Julia for a long and happy life together. We have very bad timing in trying to get together with them - they are always in DC when we are in Colorado and visa versa - but hopefully that will change soon. And many thanks for them for being the trigger to bring us to more of Colorado.
We actually just back into Boulder on Friday night immersing ourselves back into Colorado with dinner on the rooftop deck at West End Tavern on Pearl Street. Dogs, hippies, Colorado homeless, and college students welcomed us home. Saturday morning we took full advantage of our jet lag by waking up at 6. We had just enough time to repack for the weekend, go for a run, pick up the dog from her weekday farm abode, pick up some fresh veggies and stuff from the farmers market and get started on the 4.5 hour road trip right on schedule around 9.
The first half of the drive from Boulder to Golden onto I-70 up til Idaho Springs is inside our sphere of recognition. Just last weekend we made it as far as Georgetown. And in snowboarding days of yore (before Alex's knee issues) we'd gone as far as Keystone, Copper, Breckenridge, and even once to Vail. But Aspen is another two hours beyond that.
When driving in other parts of the country it seems like when you take the highway you whiz by so quickly that you miss the feel of the place. But Colorado's mountains command attention and show their beauty at any speed. On the way there we took I-70 all the way to Glenwood Springs. For some weird reason I actually drove the last two hours and got to jump into a scene out of the movie Cars and wind through an awesome canyon right on the highway with our half of the road cantilevered above the other half. On the way back we drove over Independence Pass from Aspen to Leadville slaloming up over 12,000 feet (above treeline) along a road in parts so narrow that oncoming collision seemed imminent.
But the weekend wasn't all about the drive. We ate lunch both days at a couple uberchic restaurants in Aspen. Rory and I went for an early morning run (almost saw a bear). We had a lovely morning swim and hot tub at our hotel. We all went for a nice hike at Maroon Bells. We went for a nice bike ride along the Rio Grande trail following a river through town and beyond. We wandered through the town browsing through overly expensive art and other stuff (we did see a bear in a tree near the McDonald's right in the middle of town). Aidan played on the rock and rope structure a block or two from the bear.
And of course we went to a wedding. The wedding was at a farm in Carbondale, CO. The happy couple is very active and outdoorsy, so it was just perfect to have incredible views of the mountains behind them as they said their vows. Many good wishes to Alek and Julia for a long and happy life together. We have very bad timing in trying to get together with them - they are always in DC when we are in Colorado and visa versa - but hopefully that will change soon. And many thanks for them for being the trigger to bring us to more of Colorado.
Monday, August 3, 2009
Paragliding Birthday
Starting when I turned 20 and went skydiving, every year for my birthday I do some kind of "extreme" sport or otherwise sort of death defying activity. Birthday events have included hang gliding, ballooning, parasailing, pilot lesson, bungee jumping, surfing, rock climbing, and trapeze. This year's adventure was paragliding - a combination of a few of the previous attempts (like hang gliding with a parachute).
My birthday is typically either completely windless and muggy or stormy, both of which tend to hamper my adventure attempts. This year there was a little bit of both. The day before and my birthday were both rainy, yucky days. Not good flying weather. The plan had been to start ground school the day before with the first flight on the actual day. The weather threw off the schedule a bit, but it was still all accomplished eventually.
Training started the day before my birthday with "Ground School". The first day ended up just watching videos learning about the physics of flight in the instructors basement. Birthday was a total washout. Then the 31st was almost completely calm and relatively yucky by Boulder standards, but worth a try. The task for the day was for each student to run successfully across a field wearing a harness and helmet tied to a paraglider over head.
That may sound easy, but paragliders are strong, ornery devices loaded with strings that are not easily tamed by small, people like myself who have only rough motor skills. The other two students were midsized men who seem to have no problem. But I spent several hours taking just a few steps and watching the glider fall to one side. I never really did figure out on the two good attempts what I had done differently to make it actually work, but I had little confidence that trying this game while running off the side of a mountain would make me more comfortable. The instructor assured me that he would bring along a tandem harness in case anyone just couldn't fly. I think he just said that to make me feel better.
Saturday ended up being flight day number one. A good change in schedule so Alex and Wee could watch. Each student donned a giant backpack containing a paraglider, helmet, and radio and we hiked about 30 minutes up the hill. According to Google Maps it is a rise of 400-600 feet due West from North Boulder Park .
View Larger Map I got to the top realizing that I had the digital camera and Alex refused to come get it, so all my first flight pics are from his iPhone. The first task for today was to get a good run in and abort. Ugh. I had spent all afternoon the day before trying to get a good run and my arms, legs, and confidence were bruised and aching from the memories. Fellow student, Peder, did his first run perfectly. OK. I can do that. Nope. Collapse to the side. Then Luke tried and he had a collapse too. Well, my ego was happy to have some company in its misery, but I still was no closer to going down. Peder and Luke both had successful flights before I was able to even get one good practice run in. But eventually I was cleared for takeoff. Apparently my skill is in the air. As soon as I left the ground I got much more lift than the other two had and I was soaring.
Bumping around and moving at about 20 mph I didn't trust this flimsy fabric that had collapsed on me so many times on the ground, but it held its own to land me within just a few feet of my cheering sweetie and Wee One. Yay! So much fun! 
I did one more flight that day with a little less lift and a blurry video. Then the next day I only had like 3 failed ground attempts before each of my two flights, which seemed like a bit of an improvement. Overall my flights were uneventful and fun. My fellow students each had slightly more adventure. On the first day Peder had one attempt where he never really got off the ground and had to hike a few hundred feet through the cactus and rocks to get back to the launch pad. Luke had one flight where he sat back too soon and whacked his butt into the ground (but still flew). Then right before my last flight Peder flew and the guide's radio wasn't working so he was up there and landed safely completely on his own. Meanwhile I had great lift again on my last flight to end the day right.
Of all my adventure attempts, this one is seeming the most appealing to try again. It's a great combination of hiking and floating. It's exciting, but not quite as death defying as sky diving (I think). I'm sure I can get over my uncoordination on the ground with a little practice. Apparently there are great places to paraglide all over the world and the equipment is small enough to fit into a luggage checkable backpack. An interesting idea, but I'm not totally hooked yet.
More pictures and some seriously blurry video can be found here:
A better view can be found from another student at the same location with the same guide here:
My birthday is typically either completely windless and muggy or stormy, both of which tend to hamper my adventure attempts. This year there was a little bit of both. The day before and my birthday were both rainy, yucky days. Not good flying weather. The plan had been to start ground school the day before with the first flight on the actual day. The weather threw off the schedule a bit, but it was still all accomplished eventually.
Training started the day before my birthday with "Ground School". The first day ended up just watching videos learning about the physics of flight in the instructors basement. Birthday was a total washout. Then the 31st was almost completely calm and relatively yucky by Boulder standards, but worth a try. The task for the day was for each student to run successfully across a field wearing a harness and helmet tied to a paraglider over head.
That may sound easy, but paragliders are strong, ornery devices loaded with strings that are not easily tamed by small, people like myself who have only rough motor skills. The other two students were midsized men who seem to have no problem. But I spent several hours taking just a few steps and watching the glider fall to one side. I never really did figure out on the two good attempts what I had done differently to make it actually work, but I had little confidence that trying this game while running off the side of a mountain would make me more comfortable. The instructor assured me that he would bring along a tandem harness in case anyone just couldn't fly. I think he just said that to make me feel better.Saturday ended up being flight day number one. A good change in schedule so Alex and Wee could watch. Each student donned a giant backpack containing a paraglider, helmet, and radio and we hiked about 30 minutes up the hill. According to Google Maps it is a rise of 400-600 feet due West from North Boulder Park .
View Larger Map I got to the top realizing that I had the digital camera and Alex refused to come get it, so all my first flight pics are from his iPhone. The first task for today was to get a good run in and abort. Ugh. I had spent all afternoon the day before trying to get a good run and my arms, legs, and confidence were bruised and aching from the memories. Fellow student, Peder, did his first run perfectly. OK. I can do that. Nope. Collapse to the side. Then Luke tried and he had a collapse too. Well, my ego was happy to have some company in its misery, but I still was no closer to going down. Peder and Luke both had successful flights before I was able to even get one good practice run in. But eventually I was cleared for takeoff. Apparently my skill is in the air. As soon as I left the ground I got much more lift than the other two had and I was soaring.
Bumping around and moving at about 20 mph I didn't trust this flimsy fabric that had collapsed on me so many times on the ground, but it held its own to land me within just a few feet of my cheering sweetie and Wee One. Yay! So much fun! I did one more flight that day with a little less lift and a blurry video. Then the next day I only had like 3 failed ground attempts before each of my two flights, which seemed like a bit of an improvement. Overall my flights were uneventful and fun. My fellow students each had slightly more adventure. On the first day Peder had one attempt where he never really got off the ground and had to hike a few hundred feet through the cactus and rocks to get back to the launch pad. Luke had one flight where he sat back too soon and whacked his butt into the ground (but still flew). Then right before my last flight Peder flew and the guide's radio wasn't working so he was up there and landed safely completely on his own. Meanwhile I had great lift again on my last flight to end the day right.
Of all my adventure attempts, this one is seeming the most appealing to try again. It's a great combination of hiking and floating. It's exciting, but not quite as death defying as sky diving (I think). I'm sure I can get over my uncoordination on the ground with a little practice. Apparently there are great places to paraglide all over the world and the equipment is small enough to fit into a luggage checkable backpack. An interesting idea, but I'm not totally hooked yet.
More pictures and some seriously blurry video can be found here:
A better view can be found from another student at the same location with the same guide here:
Monday, July 27, 2009
Yee ha!
To prove that Colorado really is still the wild west, they still have plenty of rodeos here. We went to the Estes Park Rodeo with my family when they were here and then Cheyenne Frontier Days with our friend Avis just this weekend.
The Estes Park Rodeo is a three time winner of the Best Small Rodeo in America and lived up to this award nicely. It wasn't that the rodeo part was small, but the stuff around it was small. Most of the rodeos I've been to in the past have been enormous events like the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo that was always held in the Astrodome and the National Western Livestock Show and Rodeo in Denver, the New Mexico State Fair, and even the Greeley Stampede. Those were not just rodeos, they were state or national level agricultural fairs and entertainment as well. But Estes was just having a rodeo. They had a few hat and boot sales out front and a little dance group for Mexico Day,
but the real entertainment was the rodeo itself. They started with the display of the sponsor flags ridden around the arena on horseback, then the rodeo princess rode around in their sparkly outfits, then they had a great pre-game show of trick riding. I could see myself doing stuff like riding sideways, or backwards, or maybe even standing up. But the part where they jumped off the galloping horse and then jumped or flipped back is definitely a trick left up to the experts. 
The main rodeo had all the standard events - steer wrestling, calf roping, saddle bronc and bareback bronc riding, team roping, barrel racing, and of course bull riding. We had signed Wee up to ride a sheep in the Mutton Busting, but there were too many entrants, so he thankfully just got to watch the rodeo and not paricipate. Of course my favorite thing to watch was just the tall, lean cowboys walking around in Wranglers, boots, and hats.
Cheyenne Frontier Days, ten times voted the Best Large Rodeo in America, was more the type of event I was used to. It had a midway and western shops all around. But it also had some areas that made it seem almost like the Cowboy equivalent of a renaissance festival where it seemed like you really were in the old west with people dressed in and selling period clothing, food, and furnishings. The first thing we encountered were the Chuckwagons.
They were in competition creating a meal of chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, beans, biscuits, and blueberry cobbler all using old west cooking techniques such as pit fires, hanging cauldrons of soup, and dutch ovens. The wagons and the people were also done up in old west style and must have been judged as well. A few of the participants explained to us about the various specialized woods they used for different cooking techniques - hardwood for the slow burning coals used for biscuits and cobblers vs. pine for the intense heat under the oil frying the chicken fried steak. Next to the Chuckwagon section was the little old town including lots of leather and fur sales, paintings, clothes, hats, iron work art, and some fake establishments like a jail, undertaker, and bank. 
Then there was the American Indian section with a few teepees, dancing, and shops with beadwork, various other jewelry, more leather and fur, and some musical instruments. We got Wee a tiny beaded cowboy and bought our famous drummer neighbor an Indian drum. < img src = "https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjePEOC4OQnDvGGX5_BkLdbnQOtBY8eyI-mCu1zHcBxNduijYC1MwHRjPWQDsIT4CJ5ABjqN_U3yVzNWben_EJtETLAGkwErPwWga6epx2ehDt1-tNmg-S0dzkfWelhOXhHU_aHTfDrLz-B/s576/IMG_2315.jpg" /> The rodeo event started with Navy paratroopers landing in the middle of the arena and then went on to regular rodeo events. 
It was a little unique in that it had a few events run more than once and some funny little events in between. My favorite intermission event was when they had foals on one end of the track and mares on the other and it was a race to see which baby could get to its mommy the fastest - the babies all reminded me of Skye when he was tiny. In all Cheyenne Frontier Days was still not as huge as the big events in the big cities, but it was as real as it gets. We even stopped in downtown Cheyenne to shop a little more at the Wrangler store and for Alex and Wee to have a steak at one of the few restaurants in town.
The Estes Park Rodeo is a three time winner of the Best Small Rodeo in America and lived up to this award nicely. It wasn't that the rodeo part was small, but the stuff around it was small. Most of the rodeos I've been to in the past have been enormous events like the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo that was always held in the Astrodome and the National Western Livestock Show and Rodeo in Denver, the New Mexico State Fair, and even the Greeley Stampede. Those were not just rodeos, they were state or national level agricultural fairs and entertainment as well. But Estes was just having a rodeo. They had a few hat and boot sales out front and a little dance group for Mexico Day,
but the real entertainment was the rodeo itself. They started with the display of the sponsor flags ridden around the arena on horseback, then the rodeo princess rode around in their sparkly outfits, then they had a great pre-game show of trick riding. I could see myself doing stuff like riding sideways, or backwards, or maybe even standing up. But the part where they jumped off the galloping horse and then jumped or flipped back is definitely a trick left up to the experts. The main rodeo had all the standard events - steer wrestling, calf roping, saddle bronc and bareback bronc riding, team roping, barrel racing, and of course bull riding. We had signed Wee up to ride a sheep in the Mutton Busting, but there were too many entrants, so he thankfully just got to watch the rodeo and not paricipate. Of course my favorite thing to watch was just the tall, lean cowboys walking around in Wranglers, boots, and hats.Cheyenne Frontier Days, ten times voted the Best Large Rodeo in America, was more the type of event I was used to. It had a midway and western shops all around. But it also had some areas that made it seem almost like the Cowboy equivalent of a renaissance festival where it seemed like you really were in the old west with people dressed in and selling period clothing, food, and furnishings. The first thing we encountered were the Chuckwagons.
They were in competition creating a meal of chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, beans, biscuits, and blueberry cobbler all using old west cooking techniques such as pit fires, hanging cauldrons of soup, and dutch ovens. The wagons and the people were also done up in old west style and must have been judged as well. A few of the participants explained to us about the various specialized woods they used for different cooking techniques - hardwood for the slow burning coals used for biscuits and cobblers vs. pine for the intense heat under the oil frying the chicken fried steak. Next to the Chuckwagon section was the little old town including lots of leather and fur sales, paintings, clothes, hats, iron work art, and some fake establishments like a jail, undertaker, and bank. Then there was the American Indian section with a few teepees, dancing, and shops with beadwork, various other jewelry, more leather and fur, and some musical instruments. We got Wee a tiny beaded cowboy and bought our famous drummer neighbor an Indian drum. < img src = "https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjePEOC4OQnDvGGX5_BkLdbnQOtBY8eyI-mCu1zHcBxNduijYC1MwHRjPWQDsIT4CJ5ABjqN_U3yVzNWben_EJtETLAGkwErPwWga6epx2ehDt1-tNmg-S0dzkfWelhOXhHU_aHTfDrLz-B/s576/IMG_2315.jpg" /> The rodeo event started with Navy paratroopers landing in the middle of the arena and then went on to regular rodeo events. It was a little unique in that it had a few events run more than once and some funny little events in between. My favorite intermission event was when they had foals on one end of the track and mares on the other and it was a race to see which baby could get to its mommy the fastest - the babies all reminded me of Skye when he was tiny. In all Cheyenne Frontier Days was still not as huge as the big events in the big cities, but it was as real as it gets. We even stopped in downtown Cheyenne to shop a little more at the Wrangler store and for Alex and Wee to have a steak at one of the few restaurants in town.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Family reunion in Colorado
There's nothing like 20 of your closest relatives congregating in your adopted home town to mess up a person's blogging rhythm. It's actually been over a week now, but it's taken this long just to recover and get back to the regular rhythm.
From July 3 - July 12 there was the largest congregation of Schoenbergs pretty much ever. My mom, Oma as the younger generation calls her, is the matriarch and it was her idea to get everyone together. It would have been great to wait a year until our cabin was done, but when your 82 year old mother asks everyone to get together, it's hard to tell her to wait. Next was the 6 "kids" from my generation - Jannie, Susie, Steve, Ed, Jeff, and me - spanning 15 years with me as the baby of the family. All of us are married except Steve and all brought our spouses except Jeff (Priscilla had to work), so Don, Allan, Susan, and Alex added 4 more. Then the younger generation of 10 kids ranging from 28 to 6 - Lisa, Melanie, Sam, Zack, Hannah, Holly, Leah, Allison, Charlie, and Aidan. A total of 21 all in all. Amazingly complete except for Priscilla. Susie's friend Amy, who lives in Ward was the one exception - we'll just photoshop Pris' face onto Amy's body in all the group photos.
People came from Illinois (Urbana and Roscoe), Wisconsin, Missouri, Germany, California, Connecticut, and Texas. Some via plane, but most via car - taking interstates 70, 80, and 90. Once here lodging was distributed between the Boulder Outlook, Nederland Best Western, Arapahoe Ranch Cabins near Eldora, the Sundance Inn south of Ned, camping on our Land, and bunking at Amy's house in Ward. People arrived from July 3-6 and left July 8-12.
Trying to figure out "The Plan" was the theme for the week. Some options had been presented prior to everyone getting here, but there were always the details to figure out: who was coming, who wasn't, what car, what time, what would we eat, etc. This was all made more difficult by an almost complete lack of cell phone coverage. During the days there was a fair amount of splintering into different levels of activity and non-activity. But at night we were able to get an almost complete group together almost every night. Across the week we did a lot of hiking, but also rafting, horsebackriding, swimming, shopping, a parade, fireworks, eating, and a trip to the rodeo.
A pictorial rundown of the week is here: http://picasaweb.google.com/tkdelf/SchoenbergReunion2009?authkey=Gv1sRgCOK1lL2htqScxQE#. More individual blog posts to follow on some of the individual activities.
From July 3 - July 12 there was the largest congregation of Schoenbergs pretty much ever. My mom, Oma as the younger generation calls her, is the matriarch and it was her idea to get everyone together. It would have been great to wait a year until our cabin was done, but when your 82 year old mother asks everyone to get together, it's hard to tell her to wait. Next was the 6 "kids" from my generation - Jannie, Susie, Steve, Ed, Jeff, and me - spanning 15 years with me as the baby of the family. All of us are married except Steve and all brought our spouses except Jeff (Priscilla had to work), so Don, Allan, Susan, and Alex added 4 more. Then the younger generation of 10 kids ranging from 28 to 6 - Lisa, Melanie, Sam, Zack, Hannah, Holly, Leah, Allison, Charlie, and Aidan. A total of 21 all in all. Amazingly complete except for Priscilla. Susie's friend Amy, who lives in Ward was the one exception - we'll just photoshop Pris' face onto Amy's body in all the group photos.
People came from Illinois (Urbana and Roscoe), Wisconsin, Missouri, Germany, California, Connecticut, and Texas. Some via plane, but most via car - taking interstates 70, 80, and 90. Once here lodging was distributed between the Boulder Outlook, Nederland Best Western, Arapahoe Ranch Cabins near Eldora, the Sundance Inn south of Ned, camping on our Land, and bunking at Amy's house in Ward. People arrived from July 3-6 and left July 8-12.
Trying to figure out "The Plan" was the theme for the week. Some options had been presented prior to everyone getting here, but there were always the details to figure out: who was coming, who wasn't, what car, what time, what would we eat, etc. This was all made more difficult by an almost complete lack of cell phone coverage. During the days there was a fair amount of splintering into different levels of activity and non-activity. But at night we were able to get an almost complete group together almost every night. Across the week we did a lot of hiking, but also rafting, horsebackriding, swimming, shopping, a parade, fireworks, eating, and a trip to the rodeo.
A pictorial rundown of the week is here: http://picasaweb.google.com/tkdelf/SchoenbergReunion2009?authkey=Gv1sRgCOK1lL2htqScxQE#. More individual blog posts to follow on some of the individual activities.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Who is more likely to get struck by lightning while hiking?
In the two weeks that we were in Boulder, I'm not sure that there was more than a day or two that did NOT have a thunderstorm at some point in the afternoon. Typically we finish up work around 3:30 local time just as the clouds are swirling in grey, green and black over the swaying trees and jagged mountains in a classic impression of a Tolkein setting for impending doom. After a few days of wisely avoiding this weather with tame pursuits like shopping I'd had enough. I wanted to climb the Flatirons and I wasn't going to let a few spooky clouds stop me. Nor would I let my whiny husband's complaints about running and hiking on the same day keep me down. So we did headed for Chautauqua park at 3:30 with a 5:00 curfew to get Wee. The hike up the Flatirons is, of course, not flat at all. Even the meadow at Chautauqua is fairly steep. 
But a good hike with good views through meadow, through woods, across a few scree fields, 
and finally up to the slanted rocks that give the area its Flatiron moniker. 
This is one of my favorite hikes, not just for the speed of getting up fast and its proximity to downtown Boulder, but also because of the variety of people on the trail. The mixture that I enjoy the most is the level of equipment that people have - hippies and college kids with no shoes, climbers in full gear, and classic hikers in the latest fashion. We're clearly not true Boulder people yet because we're mixes of our own wearing cotton shorts, but Gortex hiking sneakers. But having our dog with us gave us a little local mountain cred. 
Rory held her own even over some of the steeper, almost stairs like sections up on the top. She doesn't yet have her Boulder off-leash tag, so she had to stay on leash rather than chasing the chipmunks and big mule deer we saw on the way. Obliviously she didn't even notice a snake she sat on. Luckily the rain mostly held out just providing a nice light sprinkle on our way back down. The thunder boomed ominously in the distance as we first did the math and physics to determine the proper formula for lightning to thunder timing to distance. Then we debated which of us was more likely to get struck by lightning while hiking across the meadow. 
Alex is taller, but he presumed that I was waterier (based on absolutely no evidence, but turns out that muscle has more water than fat, so I'll take that as a compliment), so who knows.
But a good hike with good views through meadow, through woods, across a few scree fields, and finally up to the slanted rocks that give the area its Flatiron moniker. This is one of my favorite hikes, not just for the speed of getting up fast and its proximity to downtown Boulder, but also because of the variety of people on the trail. The mixture that I enjoy the most is the level of equipment that people have - hippies and college kids with no shoes, climbers in full gear, and classic hikers in the latest fashion. We're clearly not true Boulder people yet because we're mixes of our own wearing cotton shorts, but Gortex hiking sneakers. But having our dog with us gave us a little local mountain cred. Rory held her own even over some of the steeper, almost stairs like sections up on the top. She doesn't yet have her Boulder off-leash tag, so she had to stay on leash rather than chasing the chipmunks and big mule deer we saw on the way. Obliviously she didn't even notice a snake she sat on. Luckily the rain mostly held out just providing a nice light sprinkle on our way back down. The thunder boomed ominously in the distance as we first did the math and physics to determine the proper formula for lightning to thunder timing to distance. Then we debated which of us was more likely to get struck by lightning while hiking across the meadow. Alex is taller, but he presumed that I was waterier (based on absolutely no evidence, but turns out that muscle has more water than fat, so I'll take that as a compliment), so who knows.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Perfecting campfire cooking
The very first day we bought the land of course there was 6 inches of snow, but we wanted to "live" on the Land which included making food. I don't remember exactly what we tried to cook, but I remember that we burnt the crap out of whatever it was. Next chance we had we bought a gas grill to make life easier. The grill has served us well grilling veggies, breads, and animals of all kinds and even heating up water and side dishes on its little burner. After that first campfire cooking experience we were scarred and only used the campfire to toast many a perfect marshmallow using awesome telescoping rotatable forks. This weekend and last we spent several hours around the campfire on both Friday and Saturday nights and a little during the day too. We collected wood of all sizes, started fires with dry conditions and wet, we stoked the fire high and kept it going at a slow burn. Then, just as we were about to start cooking hamburgers, veggie dogs, and corn for David Smith's family and ourselves around 7:30 Saturday evening, the gas on the grill ran out. Uh oh. Hardware store was closed. Thankfully David had a small coleman stove and the hamburgers went on there. But it was too small. We looked at the campfire. It was time to step it up. I got some rocks and placed them around the already burning fire at just the right angle and placed an inherited round grill grate over the rocks. I knew from that one previous experience and a fair amount of research that I didn't really want a fire, I wanted slow burning coals. In my previous grilling experience the only way to make coals if from the charcoal that comes in black briquettes from a bag and is doused with lighter fluid. But I also had the image of those late night slow burning embers and that's what I tried to emulate. So I pushed half of the already started fire under the grill grate and there were some coals. And lo and behold it worked!!! The foil wrapped sweet corn was very forgiving, but it was definitely cooked, even having some carmelization in certain areas. I did it!!! I cooked on real fire!!! Two and a half years after that first attempt and I'm a mountain person now! Now time to perfect the craft. Over the next day or so, I realized I could keep those coals going with inch diameter short sticks which are luckily in huge abundance on the Land. We toasted bagels the next morning just to prove that real cooking could actually be done. I still think we'll fill up the propane tank at the next possible opportunity, but the possibilities for camping in different fire pits on the Land without the grill have just opened up. I can't wait to go back. 
Thursday, June 25, 2009
A little mountain music
The mountains are always famed for their music. I guess people kinda had nothing else to do so they entertained themselves with song. Our first real foray into the mountain music scene was accompanying my sister Susie's friend Amy to her Marimba class. Really? Marimba? What even is that? We drove up Ridge Road north of Nederland to the house where Amy's Marimba band meets. First of all, the house was amazing. It was set on a long drive all to itself. Modern and angular with gorgeous views of the mountains from a nice open porch that had hummingbirds nesting along strings of christmas lights. The back room of the house was surrounded by windows pulling in that view. Its curve and high ceilings made a perfect room to support the 10 or so xylophones of various sizes that made up the marimba band. 
The sounds of something like Under the Sea from the Little Mermaid let us know that the band was already playing when we walked up. I was surprised at the variety and size of the different instruments. The bass had keys that were maybe 6 inches or more in width, the next smallest was the baritone that Amy was playing for that first song, then tenor and I assume an alto and soprano. The owners of the house were also the craftsmen who had made the instruments. In addition to marimbas, the room contained mountain dulcimers and hammer dulcimers all around that had also been made in house. 
The music blended simple tone combinations and rhythms from each individual instrument into a really complex symphony with a great beat when all put together. As soon as we walked into the room, Wee sidled right up to Amy and started dancing. The beat was contagious and we all had to move a little at one point or another. And this is what the mountain people do all the time.
The other easy place to find music was in Boulder. Starting with ZimFest at the Boulder Farmers market with a little more marimba style Zimbabwe themed tunes. Then to Band on the Bricks on the Pearl Street Mall. Pearl Street sometimes reminds me of the one Gilmore Girls episode where Stars Hollow is invaded by minstrels - except it's always that way. We ran into no less than 5 banjo players on our way to the main band that had its own banjo, a punk looking lead singer and a couple southern style guitarists. Just next to the main musicians stage was where the break dancers hung out.
Wee and Amy were particularly captivated. Wee has always loved break dancing and wouldn't surprise me if he was one of those kids in a few years. Amy was just comparing these kids and their head spinning passion to her own snow/skateboarding kids. A block or so past this stage was where we encountered a bell and suspender clad group of people who were clearly getting ready to do some kind of traditional dance (who else wears suspenders?). But they were also carrying sticks. 
What? But then they started their Cotswald England based dancing and showed us that sticks are not just for martial arts anymore. Accordian, drum, and fife supplied the music as they danced clacking and waving their sticks in synchronicity. More mountain fun I guess.
The sounds of something like Under the Sea from the Little Mermaid let us know that the band was already playing when we walked up. I was surprised at the variety and size of the different instruments. The bass had keys that were maybe 6 inches or more in width, the next smallest was the baritone that Amy was playing for that first song, then tenor and I assume an alto and soprano. The owners of the house were also the craftsmen who had made the instruments. In addition to marimbas, the room contained mountain dulcimers and hammer dulcimers all around that had also been made in house. The music blended simple tone combinations and rhythms from each individual instrument into a really complex symphony with a great beat when all put together. As soon as we walked into the room, Wee sidled right up to Amy and started dancing. The beat was contagious and we all had to move a little at one point or another. And this is what the mountain people do all the time.The other easy place to find music was in Boulder. Starting with ZimFest at the Boulder Farmers market with a little more marimba style Zimbabwe themed tunes. Then to Band on the Bricks on the Pearl Street Mall. Pearl Street sometimes reminds me of the one Gilmore Girls episode where Stars Hollow is invaded by minstrels - except it's always that way. We ran into no less than 5 banjo players on our way to the main band that had its own banjo, a punk looking lead singer and a couple southern style guitarists. Just next to the main musicians stage was where the break dancers hung out.
Wee and Amy were particularly captivated. Wee has always loved break dancing and wouldn't surprise me if he was one of those kids in a few years. Amy was just comparing these kids and their head spinning passion to her own snow/skateboarding kids. A block or so past this stage was where we encountered a bell and suspender clad group of people who were clearly getting ready to do some kind of traditional dance (who else wears suspenders?). But they were also carrying sticks. What? But then they started their Cotswald England based dancing and showed us that sticks are not just for martial arts anymore. Accordian, drum, and fife supplied the music as they danced clacking and waving their sticks in synchronicity. More mountain fun I guess.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Weapons training begins
For years now Alex has been a little bored with Tae Kwon Do. Really it's amazing that we've stayed at it as long as we have. Alex wants to learn something new. He wants weapons. Over Memorial Day we were at the Boulder Creek festival and ran into a few martial arts studios. One of them seemed especially professional and friendly. They even called me back once immediately and then again once they knew we were in Boulder. Monday afternoon while Wee was still at camp Alex and I had our first weapons martial arts class. The first decision was what weapon to choose - broad sword, nunchucks, or bo staff seemed to be the leading contenders. I couldn't imagine myself ever really coordinated enough for nunchucks and bo staffs seem too big for a little elf like me, so broad sword it is. They actually had three different swords which pretty much used the same movements, but were different weights. Alex took the heaviest version and I took the mid-weight version. I almost went for the light and floppy one that makes cool noises whenever it moves, but they said it was a little sharp even on the back. I could just imagine myself half cutting my hand off by accident and I handed that one to the instructor. So there we were pretty much in street clothes hiding looking outwardly like total amateurs. We giddy and giggly at the thought of actually using a sword just like we had seen TKD students giggle at punching and kicking on their first days. The drills started in front of a mirror with a few slashing motions with the wrists kept stiff. I thought of how floppy my wrists often are in tennis, but thankfully in martial arts there are no balls sent awry making my faults blatantly obvious. Just do 50 or so out to in and in to out. 50! That seemed like a lot for the first day, but we're black belts we made it through. Ok, now switch the sword to your left hand. Excuse me, what? We actually had been playing tennis earlier in the day so our right hands were channeling that experience somewhat, but left hands had no clue where to even start. But start they did and, although awkward, it kinda worked. After all in the Princess Bride didn't Wesley fight left handed for the first part of that epic sword battle? Enough with these warm-ups. Time to learn a form (pattern to us). Sword at side, unsheath, sitting stance, push out and support, step to the side with sword version of outer forearm block, inward slash, downward hack with kiyay, and then wipe the blood off in a good extended very kung fu like stance. Awesome. We'll definitely be back. 
Sunday afternoon in Denver
Our weekend on The Land actually ended with an invitation to Athena's 5th birthday party. Athena is David Smith's daughter.
I met David when I did some IMT training at Shriever Air Force Base in Colorado Springs in like 1997. He had just started working at the Storm Colorado office in Denver and this was one of his first business trips. That trip we had a fabulous dinner in downtown Colorado Springs teaching David the wonders of dining on the company dime. We also hiked a little around Garden of the Gods. After that trip we kept in touch during his time at Storm even though we were in different offices. I always enjoyed getting IMT questions from him when he was working in Italy and the UAE. And I distinctly remember the call when he told me that he had found Wyndell, the love of his life and now wife. We kept in touch even after we both left Storm. I would call him every year for Space Symposium, he had various stints in DC, and we would often get together on The Land. Wee loves having Athena to play with on the Land whenever possible.
So Sunday afternoon we headed down to David's house in Aurora. Although still in Colorado, Aurora is a very different place from Boulder. Aurora is the ultimate in suburbia and Boulder fights suburban stereotypes with everything it has. But we were there for Athena, David, and Wyndell not the scenery, restaurants, stores, or open space. It was interesting to go to a girl's party too. The theme was Tinkerbell and the girls all had wings while the boys had bandanas and other pirate paraphenalia. We were really shocked when the presents came out. No transformers, bakugans, weaponry, or science. Instead Athena and the moms oohed and aahed over an Easy Bake oven, a Hannah Montana barbie, and several princess themed presents. Wow. Totally different world. But Wee had fun playing and running around. We hung out and chatted about life. And Colorado showed that even Aurora is a little natural when a baby bunny showed up and chilled with us in the back yard for a while.
After the party it was a little late, but not so late that we didn't have time to detour through Denver and try out some big city gourmet food. I had a list of places that I wanted to go to, but apparently Denver closes at 8 pm on Sundays and it was just after that. But Table 6 said they were technically closed but could make something for us. We're so glad they said that. It is very rare as a vegetarian to get real imaginative, beautiful food; but this place had it. It was a no-brainer for me to order the vegetable bread pudding with roasted baby zucchini and patty-pan squash over a spinach puree topped with micro greens.
Fabulous. Alex had lamb t-bone with a mustard sauce and cannelini beans - none of which I like. But I didn't care. I was happy with my own plate. Although Boulder has more restaurants than we could possibly try it was nice to find something good in a new place as well.
I met David when I did some IMT training at Shriever Air Force Base in Colorado Springs in like 1997. He had just started working at the Storm Colorado office in Denver and this was one of his first business trips. That trip we had a fabulous dinner in downtown Colorado Springs teaching David the wonders of dining on the company dime. We also hiked a little around Garden of the Gods. After that trip we kept in touch during his time at Storm even though we were in different offices. I always enjoyed getting IMT questions from him when he was working in Italy and the UAE. And I distinctly remember the call when he told me that he had found Wyndell, the love of his life and now wife. We kept in touch even after we both left Storm. I would call him every year for Space Symposium, he had various stints in DC, and we would often get together on The Land. Wee loves having Athena to play with on the Land whenever possible.
So Sunday afternoon we headed down to David's house in Aurora. Although still in Colorado, Aurora is a very different place from Boulder. Aurora is the ultimate in suburbia and Boulder fights suburban stereotypes with everything it has. But we were there for Athena, David, and Wyndell not the scenery, restaurants, stores, or open space. It was interesting to go to a girl's party too. The theme was Tinkerbell and the girls all had wings while the boys had bandanas and other pirate paraphenalia. We were really shocked when the presents came out. No transformers, bakugans, weaponry, or science. Instead Athena and the moms oohed and aahed over an Easy Bake oven, a Hannah Montana barbie, and several princess themed presents. Wow. Totally different world. But Wee had fun playing and running around. We hung out and chatted about life. And Colorado showed that even Aurora is a little natural when a baby bunny showed up and chilled with us in the back yard for a while.
After the party it was a little late, but not so late that we didn't have time to detour through Denver and try out some big city gourmet food. I had a list of places that I wanted to go to, but apparently Denver closes at 8 pm on Sundays and it was just after that. But Table 6 said they were technically closed but could make something for us. We're so glad they said that. It is very rare as a vegetarian to get real imaginative, beautiful food; but this place had it. It was a no-brainer for me to order the vegetable bread pudding with roasted baby zucchini and patty-pan squash over a spinach puree topped with micro greens.
Fabulous. Alex had lamb t-bone with a mustard sauce and cannelini beans - none of which I like. But I didn't care. I was happy with my own plate. Although Boulder has more restaurants than we could possibly try it was nice to find something good in a new place as well.
Father's Day hike near Como Creek
For actual Father's Day the plan was a hike again. Our intended destination was some sort of gulch or canyon or gully or gorge or valley off the side of Peak-to-Peak highway between the Land and the town of Ward. We didn't really know what it was, we just knew that people seemed to park there a lot and it looked pretty. Como Creek did show up on our awesome Boulder County map and was listed along with part of the Sourdough Trail, so it didn't seem completely crazy to pull off the side of the road and head for the really deep canyon. For some reason there were no people parked there on Sunday, so it took us a couple of tries to find the trailhead. Eventually there was a thing that looked a little like a road, but was blocked and had a thing that looked a little like a sign, but was blank. This must be it. In my impatience I went ahead a little, just enough to realize that although it was nice and warm in the sun on the top, it was significantly colder in the shade of the path. Sweatshirts required. So we headed down the trail. With all the rain we have been having we weren't surprised to see trickles of water crossing the path occasionally. Not really a problem to just jump over or walk around. Then there was one with some rocks to step on. Thanks to the person who put those rocks there. After a little while we came to a little campsite with a fire pit including an unopened can of soup. At this point the trail didn't end, but we had reached the stream and the trail continued on the other side. But again, thank you to previous hikers who had made a little bridge out of dead trees. Alex went first, then Wee (who was showing off the skills he'd learned in gymnastics), then Rory, then me. No problem.
We continued down the trail in a gorgeous, lush valley. We were surrounded by Aspens with the creek rushing along side. The walls of the canyon were pretty deep, but the floor was fairly even and soft.
But again the path crossed the stream. At this point the stream was rushing faster and the downed trees were higher. We found one "bridge" with a lot of branches for handholds and Alex found another smaller tree to use as a railing.
Alex, Aidan, and I took the tree, but Rory thought swimming seemed like more fun. Mmmm. Wet dog. In any case we all made it across and continued down til we found a nice rock in the sun that was perfect for sitting on and having a snack. The fact that the rock was really big and we couldn't figure out how to get Wee and Rory down past it also made it a good turn around spot. 
So we headed back up the trail planting cherries along the way. Good father's day...
We continued down the trail in a gorgeous, lush valley. We were surrounded by Aspens with the creek rushing along side. The walls of the canyon were pretty deep, but the floor was fairly even and soft. But again the path crossed the stream. At this point the stream was rushing faster and the downed trees were higher. We found one "bridge" with a lot of branches for handholds and Alex found another smaller tree to use as a railing.
Alex, Aidan, and I took the tree, but Rory thought swimming seemed like more fun. Mmmm. Wet dog. In any case we all made it across and continued down til we found a nice rock in the sun that was perfect for sitting on and having a snack. The fact that the rock was really big and we couldn't figure out how to get Wee and Rory down past it also made it a good turn around spot. So we headed back up the trail planting cherries along the way. Good father's day...
Weather wimps
After our horseback ride on Saturday afternoon, the skies opened up with thunder, lightning, and rain as they have almost every afternoon since we've been here. I think in past trips to the Land we head to Boulder in the late afternoons to swim and avoid the rain leaving us thinking that the Land was a kind Camelot where it only rained when we weren't there. But now that we're spending so much time in Boulder anyway, we had been hoping to spend the whole weekend in the mountains. But there we were at 3 o'clock with a pretty strong rain and no end in sight. So we wimped. We went back to Boulder with no preconception of heading back to the mountains that night. We turned back into civilized people eating dinner at a restaurant and watching a movie in a theater. Wimps.
But the restaurant was pretty cool! It was a Thai place called Elephant Hut. Alex had some yellow curry served on a dish that looked like a painter's palette with little indented cups filled with green curry, tom kha, and tom sum. Wee learned that he liked Pad Thai. And well, we just won't talk about mine. But better than the food was the art. We noticed it even before we walked in the door. A very simple yet elegant picture of an ellaphant. During dinner there was a video running over the bar. It showed the artist doing the painting. The artist was an ELLAPHANT!!! Unbelievable as it may seem, ellaphants have learned to paint and they can even paint pictures of themselves! We were completely captivated by the video. Add one thing to my birthday list!!!
The actual theater movie that we saw - The Proposal - was formulaic, but good. Wee stayed up for the whole thing. The boy loves chick flicks. He at least likes them better than camping in the rain.
But the restaurant was pretty cool! It was a Thai place called Elephant Hut. Alex had some yellow curry served on a dish that looked like a painter's palette with little indented cups filled with green curry, tom kha, and tom sum. Wee learned that he liked Pad Thai. And well, we just won't talk about mine. But better than the food was the art. We noticed it even before we walked in the door. A very simple yet elegant picture of an ellaphant. During dinner there was a video running over the bar. It showed the artist doing the painting. The artist was an ELLAPHANT!!! Unbelievable as it may seem, ellaphants have learned to paint and they can even paint pictures of themselves! We were completely captivated by the video. Add one thing to my birthday list!!!
The actual theater movie that we saw - The Proposal - was formulaic, but good. Wee stayed up for the whole thing. The boy loves chick flicks. He at least likes them better than camping in the rain.
A day in Allenspark
After our Land Hike on Saturday morning we headed up to Allenspark.
We had lunch at a great cafe - home made veggie burger. Mmm... We also stopped to get some water from the local spring. It appeared to be water coming directly out of the stream, which would be dangerous to drink. But there was clearly a spigot and an indication that you were supposed to get drinking water. So we assumed it must be safe and it certainly was cold and clear and tasty.
Then we went to a very small little festival with crafts and local stuff. Wee's favorite part of the festival was doing the kid activities at the church tent - counting crosses, finding Jesus through a maze, following a line to Jesus. Our favorite part was the antique tent with a great old train lantern that still worked, spurs, some old toys, and old kitchen implements. I guess when talking about antiques "old" can be taken for granted.
Then it was time for horseback riding. This was Wee's first time on one of these rides with his own horse. He rides enough at home on ponies and with me on Skye that it was no problem for him. He just chatted/flirted with the guide for the whole hour. It was a great ride through Pine and Aspen forest and out into meadows. We could see Mount Meeker and other mountains in the Continental Divide in the distance. The guide had only been in Colorado since Memorial Day, but she was very knowledgeable about the little mining cabins, flowers, trees, horses, and mountains in the distance. Her horse was named Shelby - a perfect name for a mustang. Alex and I agreed that it was the best horse ride we'd experienced in Colorado so far.
After the ride we went to the only other open cafe/coffeeshop in Allenspark for a little drink and snack. Also pretty good, but with few non-egg options for Wee. We sipped and snacked and played with some games while being thankful that we had finished our ride before the thunderstorm hit.
We had lunch at a great cafe - home made veggie burger. Mmm... We also stopped to get some water from the local spring. It appeared to be water coming directly out of the stream, which would be dangerous to drink. But there was clearly a spigot and an indication that you were supposed to get drinking water. So we assumed it must be safe and it certainly was cold and clear and tasty.
Then we went to a very small little festival with crafts and local stuff. Wee's favorite part of the festival was doing the kid activities at the church tent - counting crosses, finding Jesus through a maze, following a line to Jesus. Our favorite part was the antique tent with a great old train lantern that still worked, spurs, some old toys, and old kitchen implements. I guess when talking about antiques "old" can be taken for granted.
Then it was time for horseback riding. This was Wee's first time on one of these rides with his own horse. He rides enough at home on ponies and with me on Skye that it was no problem for him. He just chatted/flirted with the guide for the whole hour. It was a great ride through Pine and Aspen forest and out into meadows. We could see Mount Meeker and other mountains in the Continental Divide in the distance. The guide had only been in Colorado since Memorial Day, but she was very knowledgeable about the little mining cabins, flowers, trees, horses, and mountains in the distance. Her horse was named Shelby - a perfect name for a mustang. Alex and I agreed that it was the best horse ride we'd experienced in Colorado so far.
After the ride we went to the only other open cafe/coffeeshop in Allenspark for a little drink and snack. Also pretty good, but with few non-egg options for Wee. We sipped and snacked and played with some games while being thankful that we had finished our ride before the thunderstorm hit.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Father's Day weekend hike around The Land
Alex's first request for Father's Day was a hike around the Land. We've been doing this hike for as long as we've had the Land, but it never seems to get old. Although ,as Wee gets bigger, it is getting slightly faster, less whiny, and involves almost no carrying anymore. Per tradition, the hike starts at the Campsite, we head toward the road on the driveway taking in great views of the Continental Divide, then down towards The Aspens. Alex went to check out the Christmas Tree as Wee and I waved to passing cars from the point where elk cross the road onto our property.
Then up the hill behind the Christmas tree along the road toward The Big Dead Tree. This is some of the most rugged hiking on The Land, but a 6 year old expert hiking Wee One had no problem stomping on sticks in his path, scrambling over rocks, and brushing aside brush. The end of our property is marked by a surveyors stake and the Big Dead Tree. At this point we turn away from the road and start looking for the yellow wisps of boundary markers tied to trees and bushes. As many times as we've done this, it looks familiar, but it also looks a lot like just a bunch of rocks and bushes and trees.
We head up for a while and find the Interior Corner and take a right. We try to mark the boundary ourselves with big pieces of wood pointed in what we think is the right direction. It may not be exact, but it's pretty close.
We find the Tungsten Mines (which are just off property) and then make it to Bear Hill for a snack of blueberries and raspberries. If the bear were watching, he would have joined our picnic. Then down Bear Hill along the dilapidated fence line, past Poisonous Mushroom Path, to the Meadow. Then back up the other way through the Ponderosa Pine colonnade and then up the back way over Moose View Mountain. A few pine cone fights did ensue along the way to keep the fun in things. Total time just under 2 hours.
Then up the hill behind the Christmas tree along the road toward The Big Dead Tree. This is some of the most rugged hiking on The Land, but a 6 year old expert hiking Wee One had no problem stomping on sticks in his path, scrambling over rocks, and brushing aside brush. The end of our property is marked by a surveyors stake and the Big Dead Tree. At this point we turn away from the road and start looking for the yellow wisps of boundary markers tied to trees and bushes. As many times as we've done this, it looks familiar, but it also looks a lot like just a bunch of rocks and bushes and trees.
We head up for a while and find the Interior Corner and take a right. We try to mark the boundary ourselves with big pieces of wood pointed in what we think is the right direction. It may not be exact, but it's pretty close.
We find the Tungsten Mines (which are just off property) and then make it to Bear Hill for a snack of blueberries and raspberries. If the bear were watching, he would have joined our picnic. Then down Bear Hill along the dilapidated fence line, past Poisonous Mushroom Path, to the Meadow. Then back up the other way through the Ponderosa Pine colonnade and then up the back way over Moose View Mountain. A few pine cone fights did ensue along the way to keep the fun in things. Total time just under 2 hours.
Running into cool stuff - stay tuned
Before heading out camping last Friday, I went for a run. Alex was at Digital Globe, I had just finished a long planning meeting and my weekly status and I needed to get out. Our standard running trail is about 3-4 miles. We go out the back, past the playground, between the lake and the foothills, up an evil rise, past a playing field with a windsock flying, past a big field of prairie dogs, up another rise and back home. The windsock had always caught our attention and puzzled us. The playing fields seemed suited for any field sport - football, soccer, field hockey, lacrosse. They're beautifully groomed, but not exactly marked.
On Friday afternoon, I figured out what the windsock was for. It's for the paragliders that love our little section of the foothills. As I ran, there was one paraglider just finishing up his flight. At first he was all tucked up in his little cocoon as he swirled around the top of the hill, then he glided down, eventually popping his legs out and running onto the playing fields. He ran for quite awhile aided by the paraglider, I'm assuming to get his stuff closer to his car. Then all at once the paraglider just collapsed and he was done. Rory and I ran over to him to find out how I could do it (wimpy dog just isn't that adventurous). Apparently there is a paragliding school (http://www.parasoftparagliding.com) that meets every day at 8 am in this field. Stay tuned for more info on me paragliding!!!
Then on another part of the field, I saw a bunch of guys fighting with sticks. We had seen renaissance like people fighting with sticks or swords the other day near our own playground, but this looked different. Turned out it was a group of people practicing Philipino stick fighting, lead by a guy with a South African accent. After a zillion years of Tae Kwon Do, we're ready to try out something new. Maybe this is it. Again, stay tuned...
On Friday afternoon, I figured out what the windsock was for. It's for the paragliders that love our little section of the foothills. As I ran, there was one paraglider just finishing up his flight. At first he was all tucked up in his little cocoon as he swirled around the top of the hill, then he glided down, eventually popping his legs out and running onto the playing fields. He ran for quite awhile aided by the paraglider, I'm assuming to get his stuff closer to his car. Then all at once the paraglider just collapsed and he was done. Rory and I ran over to him to find out how I could do it (wimpy dog just isn't that adventurous). Apparently there is a paragliding school (http://www.parasoftparagliding.com) that meets every day at 8 am in this field. Stay tuned for more info on me paragliding!!!
Then on another part of the field, I saw a bunch of guys fighting with sticks. We had seen renaissance like people fighting with sticks or swords the other day near our own playground, but this looked different. Turned out it was a group of people practicing Philipino stick fighting, lead by a guy with a South African accent. After a zillion years of Tae Kwon Do, we're ready to try out something new. Maybe this is it. Again, stay tuned...
Some camping
So funny to think of weekends as a time to get away from things since we're already away from things. I guess it just gives us MORE time.
Friday night was the first evening without scary clouds, rain, and thunder since we'd been here. Time for some camping on The Land! So much easier to pack for one or two days via car transport than for a long weekend or a week with an airplane involved. We tossed sleeping bags in the car by themselves, used the duffel for a few clothes, and packed up some food into a grocery bag. Of course the tent and cooking stuff is already on The Land. We made quick stops to pick up some more food, drink, and ice and we were there.
What a beautiful evening in a beautiful place! Even though we had visited The Land a little last weekend, it had been raining the whole time so we didn't have a chance to unpack anything.
First thing, get the tent up. We have a huge 10' x 15' tent with two rooms and enough headroom even for Alex (I think it's about a 7 foot "ceiling"). But very easy to put together. Wee helps with the poles. We don't even need to read the instructions. It's up in less than a half hour.
Next was gathering firewood and making dinner. I love gathering firewood, it's just such an easy treasure hunt. Ooh, look that's a big one. Can I carry it? It's bigger than me, but I think I got it. Here's a piece, but still attached to something, I just need to stomp on it to break it loose. Instant gratification. But if I'm gathering firewood, that leaves Alex to make dinner. I can't ignore it too much. But this night was an easy, but still fabulous meal of tomato/basil/bread panzanella, arugula salad, grilled chicken, and orzo. OK, so Alex let the orzo cook onto the pot a little, but in general it was all good.
Then just time to relax by the fire. Just us and a few marshmallows. A perfect night of camping.
Friday night was the first evening without scary clouds, rain, and thunder since we'd been here. Time for some camping on The Land! So much easier to pack for one or two days via car transport than for a long weekend or a week with an airplane involved. We tossed sleeping bags in the car by themselves, used the duffel for a few clothes, and packed up some food into a grocery bag. Of course the tent and cooking stuff is already on The Land. We made quick stops to pick up some more food, drink, and ice and we were there.
What a beautiful evening in a beautiful place! Even though we had visited The Land a little last weekend, it had been raining the whole time so we didn't have a chance to unpack anything.
First thing, get the tent up. We have a huge 10' x 15' tent with two rooms and enough headroom even for Alex (I think it's about a 7 foot "ceiling"). But very easy to put together. Wee helps with the poles. We don't even need to read the instructions. It's up in less than a half hour.
Next was gathering firewood and making dinner. I love gathering firewood, it's just such an easy treasure hunt. Ooh, look that's a big one. Can I carry it? It's bigger than me, but I think I got it. Here's a piece, but still attached to something, I just need to stomp on it to break it loose. Instant gratification. But if I'm gathering firewood, that leaves Alex to make dinner. I can't ignore it too much. But this night was an easy, but still fabulous meal of tomato/basil/bread panzanella, arugula salad, grilled chicken, and orzo. OK, so Alex let the orzo cook onto the pot a little, but in general it was all good.
Then just time to relax by the fire. Just us and a few marshmallows. A perfect night of camping.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Wee camper
Alex, Rory, and I aren't the only ones having fun here. Wee has spent his first week at Avid 4 Adventure camp. His schedule was:
Aidan has made a ton of friends including Lila, who we ran into at the Boulder Farmers Market; Piper, who looks like Wee's cousins Coco and Libby; Elijah, who also has a red bandana; Leo, who shared his towel with Wee on Canoe and Kayak days; and of course Jamie and Rebecca, his counselors.
Here's some pictures from his camp: http://picasaweb.google.com/Avid4Adventure/2009DayCampBoulderJun1519Group1?authkey=Gv1sRgCJKXpuazrYKDLg&feat=directlink
- Monday: Hiking
- Tuesday: Kayaking
- Wednesday: Biking
- Thursday: Canoeing
- Friday: Rock Climbing
Aidan has made a ton of friends including Lila, who we ran into at the Boulder Farmers Market; Piper, who looks like Wee's cousins Coco and Libby; Elijah, who also has a red bandana; Leo, who shared his towel with Wee on Canoe and Kayak days; and of course Jamie and Rebecca, his counselors.
Here's some pictures from his camp: http://picasaweb.google.com/Avid4Adventure/2009DayCampBoulderJun1519Group1?authkey=Gv1sRgCJKXpuazrYKDLg&feat=directlink
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