Monday, September 28, 2009
Anywho...I was recently cleaning out my closet and ended up with a stack of clothes that I haven't worn in eons. Some of it's decent stuff. Some of it's not been worn at all. Throwing it away just seems stupid so I'm thinking about going down to the river some night this week and giving it away to people. Not sure why but I think I'd rather do that than give it to Goodwill. Some of these people probably couldn't buy a Kavu shirt at GW if it was 5 bones. I think I started thinking about this during my hike over the weekend. It's amazing what a fleece hat can do. I have 2 of them from Mountain Hardware that have never been on yet.
Unfortunately...nobody will be getting Heather's black boots. Well.....they could get one.
I don't have a clue what I'm going to do about the carpet.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
What have I learned as I've been living lately? Quite a bit actually. One of the things I spoke with the wise one about recently was living situations. A theory that he was presenting to the grasshopper was that you can live in a place that allows you to make enough money to go to the places you want to visit or you can live where you want to visit and probably not make much money but already be there. Make sense? The bills are really starting to get on my nerves. The real sad thing is that I don't have a car payment (nor does Heather). I don't have any credit card debt. My student loans have been of deferrment while I'm in grad school. Our bills are the mortgage, the gas and water (very expensive out here), food and whatever the mutts need.
I feel like we're not making any progress and......well......I know how Heather feels.
I know what's coming. Perhaps it's the reason I've been walking home so much lately. Looking at the mountains. I wish teachers made more. I wish I was a little bit taller. I wish I was a baller. I wish I had a girl who looked good I would call her. I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat. I wish I had a six four Impala.
In other news, I've been either riding my bike to work or catching a ride with the Mrs. and then walking home all year so far. Today as I'm walking home in the snow, I get to end of the driveway and then look up when I hear a dog barking....and then see Bodhi looking out the window. Funny how his box is upstairs in the second bedroom. Then I see Dharma. He sprung himself from the crate. Lord knows how long they were running around terrorizing the house. When I put the key in the lock I took a deep breath. I expected TOTAL carnage. They actually didn't make too big of a mess. I could tell they were rough housing in the bed as all the sheets and blankets were on the floor but nothing was ripped up.
I am very thankful that both of them are ok and that they didn't fight over a toy or anything like that. No cuts, scrapes, or blood anywhere in the house that I've seen. Definitely dodged a bullet there. He gets so excited and gets that crate a rockin and then pops the door open. Now I gotta figure out how to reinforce his cage and keep that bedroom door closed just in case.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
They're starting to change in the higher country. I think this is my favorite time of year. We were going to hike up by Georgia Pass or Kenosha today but I know everyone will be there so I think I'm going to take Heather up and hit some smaller, secluded streams and see if we can't fool any browns on hopper patterns or ant imitations.
Rocky Mountain Nat'l Park next weekend.
The thing that's causing me the most stress right now though is grad school. I'm getting my degree in literacy and I'm down to the last 3 hours now and that means a huge research project. The switch in jobs is going to make it really hard on me. Most of the students I work with now don't read all that poorly. They just can't act right. I think I might have to call about 10 of the students/parents I had on last years caseload and do my research and project with them. It's going to mean a lot of time after school and on weekends collecting data. I'll be so glad when this year is done.
In other news...my father in law finds out on Tuesday if he's beaten the cancer. I sure hope he has. He's been in pretty good spirits lately and it sure would suck to get some bad news. He's had a pretty shitastic year. Hope Tuesday is reason to celebrate dad.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Day 4 I awoke to more rain. Things didn’t feel right at all. I could not get the bad dream out of my mind. I got a late start but finally made it to new trail. I saw some elk but still felt terrible, psychologically. I began to get off my nutrition schedule. There was little water on the map for the next 20 miles and so I was drinking just small sips every once in a while. Quickly I became dehydrated and things got worse. It was impossible to eat anything with a dry mouth. Then I entered Sargents Mesa. This section brings the toughest people to their knees. You can’t ride it. There’s just no line. It’s flat for the most part but the rocks are huge and never ending. It crippled me. Pushing my bike for hours on end was torture. When you push your bike, you naturally want to steer it through the rocks and that means you can’t really watch where you step. I kept stepping on loose boulders and losing my footing. If I watched where I was stepping, the front wheel would get caught up on a big rock and I’d stumble. I yelled numerous times out of frustration. At one point I stopped and cried but no tears came. I felt like a wuss for it so I quickly shut up before someone jumped out from behind the trees laughing at me. I talked to Heather. I looked at my SPOT and focused on the 911 button more times than I can count. I remember the way the button felt on my finger. If pressing that button would have ended it right then, I would have done it but I knew I would still have to wait for help. That angered me more. I remember saying, “I think I’m in trouble here.” I began to panic. There was nothing to do but keep pushing. I said those 2 words to myself over and over again. “Keep pushing.” “Keep pushing.”
I started talking to the cattle in the meadows. The weather moved in. The cows looked at me like I was an idiot. The lightning started. The Cochetopa Hills meant tons of pushing. The lightning put some extra pep in my step. I had no idea how much further I had to go but I was scared as hell. I began sprinting up the hills and riding as hard as I could on the downhills. I was making so much noise as I gasped for air but I kept going trying to outrun this storm.
I had already made the decision to pull the plug.
20 minutes later I popped out into a small clearing. I saw a massive tent but it wasn’t raised up all the way. I was pretty sure there were 2 bikes laying there. Then someone said, “There he is!” I honestly thought I was hallucinating. I rode by it before deciding to look inside. Sitting in chairs were Marshal and Alex. Next to them were coolers of pop, huge jugs of water, and boxes and boxes of snacks. The words “Trail Angel” were written on the tent. They invited me in and I told them that I was ready to quit. I asked where the closest town was. Marshal told me to drink a pop but there was only diet left. It was the best pop I’ve ever had. I think I had 3 of them. I have no clue how many packages of cookies I ate. I began to feel better and we joked a bit. Then we talked about moving on.
I decided that I’d ride with them until I could find a town and then I’d stop. I told them about my dream the night before and how it was messing with me. We started the next section and within miles, found 2 more coolers filled with pop. I laid there next to the creek and drank several more while Alex and Marshal rode on. With a good sugar buzz, I eventually caught them and we rode through the dark and light rain to Dome Lake where we decided to sleep. I laid in my bivy thinking about the nightmare I had the night before. I worried about Heather.