Friday, August 26, 2011

PF16

Deb, Katy, Tricia, Chris, Nancy (in utero baby m), Amy
Mt. Democrat, August 2011

Friday, August 19, 2011

PF15

Debbie, Amy, Tricia, and Nancy
Summit of Grays Peak, July 2006

I realize this Photo Friday is technically a "three-in-one" but did I mention I'm going to try and climb a mountain this weekend? Well maybe two. The last time I bagged two 14ners was with three of my sisters five years ago. We all summited Grays Peak (14,270') and then Tricia and I went on to summit Torreys (14, 267'). There's nothing like climbing a mountain to make you feel accomplished (a desire I am craving these days). And there's nothing like doing it with your kin. 

Wish us luck tomorrow... I'm more focused on the possibility of a thunderstorm than the state of my lung capacity. Then again, as they say, "Thunder only happens when it's raining." (yes! fist pump)

Step. 
Next step.

I had to include this shot of Gingy because she's just too cute
all tired at the top with her booted foot sticking out like that...
I wish the old girl could come again this time.
The view from the top of Grays Peak.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

The Other Side of the World

Snow seems unbelievable right now. It feels like a distant memory that won't be back anytime soon (though I realize it will be here before I know it). I appreciate the transition of seasons but prefer the summer. Still I miss the lightness; the cool, clean promise of a snowfall and the excitement of seeing flakes floating through the sky. It always warms my heart.

I also love this video reminder that while we are smack dab in the middle of summer, somewhere on this small planet of ours others are smack dab in the middle of winter. The too seem to respond with the same magical enthusiasm for the natural occurrence.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Drive

I’m trying to figure out what possesses a person to live at a particular activity level. What drives a person to do the things they do in their day? Why are some people busy while others do nothing; neither way being "right" or "wrong" in experiencing this life...

The Fs drove up here from Phoenix last weekend. They took that 12-hour, painfully long road trip (with two kids, no less) through New Mexico and up boring I-25 to Denver. I’ve been there before: in college, in an Acura Integra with Sophia and three other guys – all of us trying to get to Boulder for the weekend for different reasons. It was fantastic and painstaking at the same time. Thinking back on it now, I might not be able to participate so willingly in the adventure the same way at this point in my life. Not that I wouldn’t have the urge for a weekend road trip, rather that I wouldn’t have the urge to cram in to a small space where your every moves affects the arm space and, most likely, lap of the person next to you. At the time though, there was plenty to talk about with Sophia; I had a crush on one of the guys; and I was aching to see good friends from home.

Anywho (cut to present day), I had been looking forward to the Fs visit for months, ever since Dahlia called to tell me Tony was participating in an Ironman in Boulder. It was going to be a weekend hanging out with the Fs and watching Tony compete in the race. They were going to meet miss m for the first time. I really just wanted some face time with an old friend so we could reconnect in person. There is something about watching someone and being able to smile at them and interact with their life that makes the time/space continuum less complicated for me.

That was the plan before life gets in the way... before Tony’s brother got diagnosed with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia... before the Fs spent a chunk of the summer flying out to Boston to support him in his fight... before Tony found out he was a perfect match and donated his bone marrow THREE WEEKS before the race. I thought for sure the Ironman, and the trip, would be bagged in light of recent events. Tony, however, stuck to his guns and his training schedule, and ponied up for the big day. I never really understood why until I watched him at the finish line. 

For our part, we got to connect Friday night and have dinner, which is always a good time. Dahlia and I stayed up late and talked; I’m glad we found the space to do that. I give Dahlia props for fighting her dreary eyes so she could listen to her old roomie when she was scheduled for a wake up call at 4:30 am.


AF decided to do an Ironkids event Saturday morning. I set the coffee maker (and made a sign for her that she didn't see). We planned to meet them after the race but miss M got sick the night before. 


We finally met on Pearl Street to get some brunch. It was a good meal though Maddie puked on me again at the end of it. We had planned on going for a hike after we ate but it just wasn’t working out. Instead we walked up Pearl and down along the river. Took a quick stroll in to the Farmer’s Market and D bought some veggies. We went home after that to tend to our girl. 


Sunday I went up to Boulder alone. I was looking forward to watching Tony compete in his race but also to have some time to focus on Dahlia and the kids. It was impressive to see the athletes competing. Tony is in his zone in the situation; all his training and tweaking and toys foundational as he competes in a way he loves. Dahlia is super supportive and a stronghold in the family. A and S are tremendous. They have the enthusiasm of both Dahlia and Tony rolled in to one. They would be happy doing anything but are professionals at being silly and having fun while passing the time.


At the finish line, Tony sported two Ironman medals, one for his race and one for his brother, who would have run this race had he not be commissioned for a more important race the past nine weeks. Their cousin, Herb, participated as well. 

(this truly is one of my favorite photos from the weekend)

The emotions of the race and the physical healing that comes with the completion of five hours of athleticism are part of the reward at the end of the day. Both the athlete and the support crew can admire the drive to reach a goal and be proud of the achievement once the finish line is crossed. It can be a stretch and effort to get there but it's worth it in the end.

They took a different way home; the more scenic route: east on I-70 through Summit County and Glenwood Canyon (one of the most beautiful canyons I have ever seen) and then down Utah's long orange stretch. Still a chunk of time in the car but providing more photo opportunities to stop and enjoy the ride. 

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Rhetorical Question

You want to know why I like writing? It gives me a chance to unfold my thoughts and solidify my memories.

In the moment, I am not so fast. I struggle with emotion and with words spilling out of my mouth all over the place like marbles across a wood floor. I usually try to keep them tied up in a red velvet bag (so mysterious and contained), only taking one or two out at a time.

On the page, I can throw it all out there and clean it up; organize it; put it in a nice dress with some mascara and a smile. It's intrinsic to who I am. It's the one constant in my life. 

Friday, August 5, 2011

PF13


Little M waxing poetic as she feeds Miss M. 
(She's a  natural: This is her first time feeding a baby all by herself.)