#40 - Showshoeing

What a bittersweet post: #40. I can't believe it is over. However, I will summarize my reflections on the past year in a separate post, and I'll save this one for sharing my snowshoe experience.

I decided to try snowshoeing at the suggestion of a co-worker.  Upon checking into whether snowshoe rentals were available on base at Peterson AFB, we were happy to learn that they not only rented snowshoes,  but they also offered guided snowshoe trips. That seemed perfect for a bunch of novices like us.  As it turned out, the entire roster for today's trip consisted of our family (Victoria could not join us due to an existing obligation.), so we basically had a private driver and coach.  Mariano was our guide. He is majoring in Outdoor Recreation at a college in Vermont, and he's here at Peterson on an internship. He may have only been in Colorado for four weeks, but he was a fantastic guide, and we really enjoyed his company (not his driving quite so much).

We arrived at Peterson AFB at the appointed time of 6:45a.m. (the only downside of this adventure) and Mariano issued our snowshoes (one size fits all) and poles and then drove us to Old Monrach Pass. For you Coloradans, that's right next to Monarch Ski Resort.  We couldn't have asked for a more beautiful day.  I was concerned about being cold, as the high in Monarch was predicted to be only 29 degress. However, as soon as we began our hike, it became clear that I would worry more about overheating than freezing. 

We started off on a groomed tail. The snow was packed and easy to walk on . After a few hundred yards, Mariano encouraged us to try walking off the trail on the fresh snow.  We stuck our poles into the snow to gage the depth, and we could push our poles all the day down.  The snow accumulation was probably 6 or more feet.  While we still sank several inches with our snowshoes, there's no doubt we would have sunk past our knees without them.  After hiking maybe a half a mile on the trail and getting the hang of walking on the fresh snow, Mariano guided us completely off trail. We were hiking right through the woods, headed to a mountain peak just adjacent to Monarch Ski Resort.  Let me summarize snowshoeing in a very simple terms: IT KICKS YOUR BUTT!  Wow, was that a workout!  I really enjoyed it, but my heart and lungs were working overtime and I was sweating like it was an 80 degree day.  And I fell....a lot.  It is rather easy to lose your balance while snowshoeing---at least it was for Craig, Hunter Seok Ho and me.  Despite the hard work, when we finally summited the mountain, I was glad that Mariano had pushed us. The view was incredible.  We took a lunch break on top of a beautiful peak, and then we all eagerly anticipated the DOWN journey. Here's the approach to the summit and the summit itself:

Going down was awesome, although it went too fast.  It was so cool to be in pristine, untouched snow on the side of a mountain.  We saw cross country skiers and evidence of other folks having passed through the area, but there was still something thrilling about being the first person to plow down through your own little private path of virgin snow.  After we were down the mountain, we spent a good half hour hiking fairly horizontally through the woods back toward the van.  At this point I was really feeling the fatigue. I pretty much feel once every 100m or so. It was getting harder and harder to lift my feet.  I spent a good deal of time wondering how sore I will be tomorrow!  When we made it back to the road, I was thrilled to have had the experience, but equally thrilled to be done. All in all we spent about 2.5 hours of actual snowshoeing.

It was great to share this experience with the family. Aubrey and Joshua were amazing. They were like the Energizer bunny - going and going and going.  To me the best part of the whole trip was hearing Aubrey, who just a day ago was grossly unhappy being a part of this family, say that this trip reminded her how much she liked our family hiking trips, and that we really need to make an effort to go hiking more often.  Wow, that was quite an endorsement.

Josh is already looking at snowshoes on Ebay and Craigslist. He has pretty much mandated that we need to each get a pair so that we can snowshoe more often.  I don't think anyone in the family would complain about that. We had a great time today, and I think it was an awesome way to wrap up my 40 new adventures (sniff, sniff).

# 39 - Crochet Lessons

Shortly after announcing my quest to have 40 new adventures, my 2nd-cousin-in-law (at least that's what I've determined our relationship to be), Janea, offered to teach me to crochet.  This appealed to me immediately, I believe, because when I was a child, my mom attempted to teach me to knit but threw in the towel when she realized she had no idea how to teach left-handed knitting.

Janea was living in Arizona at the time of my 40th birthday, but she expected to move to Colorado this fall.  The move happened as planned, but our crochet lessons just didn't seem to have the same luck.  Twice we scheduled get-togethers only to have them both postponed due to various issues.  I absolutely still plan to connect with her, but when a co-worker learned of the delayed lessons, she brought a mobile crochet lesson to me at school so that I could fit it in before my 40 New Adventures clock expired.  Sue assurred me that learning the basics were easy (and I decided I've lived in a right-handed world long enough that I would tackle the project right-handed). Sure enough, in just a few minutes she had taught me several simple stitches.  Learning is easy: perfecting will take time.

 I am becoming familiar with the nuances of the stitches such as how tight to  make them and how to make each stitch the same size (or at least in the same ballpark).  I've been doing a lot of stitching, tearing it out (it is actually rather depressing how easily it comes out!) and restitching--making nothing in particular, but just practicing. I'm far from proficient. Have you ever watched someone crochet who has been doing it a while?  They can talk while stitching, watch TV while stitching, heck, I bet they could cook dinner while stitching.  I can almost stitch while I'm stitchin. Almost - not quite even there yet.  Each stitch requires a good deal of concentration on my part.

However, I am improving.  I got confident enough to go ahead and start what I decided would be my first crochet project:  a Steeler-colored baby blanket for my first grandchild---which, I should stress, has not been conceived yet, nor do I hope he/she will even be conceived for a good number of years yet.  However, I thought this would be a good project for a couple reasons: 1. if you're going to raise your grandchild to be a Steeler fan, you might as well get started right out of the womb, and 2. who better to not notice how bad, uneven, lumpy and asymmetric the baby blanket will be than an infant who's only going to puke on it anyway!  Of course, I didn't get any type of pattern before starting this blanket. I just started it. I'm going to wing the whole thing.  It may turn out to make a better potholder or dust rag than a baby blanket, but we'll have to let it unveil itself as I trudge along.

 I'm enjoying my crochet experience so far--at least sometimes--at other times I want to scream and throw it in a corner.  Yet, it is a new challenge, and a skill that I think could come in very handy during all the hours that I'll spend in bleachers watching football, basketball and track over the new few years. 

Did you notice I'm through #39?  Yep, that means just one more new adventures. That's actually very sad.  But, I'll save my reflections for later.  Tomorrow I head off to tackle #40. It's an adventure about which I'm quite excited.

#38 - Zombies, Wizards and Mummies

Last weekend I had the opportunity to visit my best friend in Orlando, Florida. Carol was with us for new adventures #1, since she flew out to Colorado to be part of my 40th birthday.  Based on the plans we had made for the weekend,  I initially didn't think I'd have any new experiences while in Florida. However, it turns out I had several new adventures.

Carol's 19 year old stepdaughter, Stephanie, has always had an interest in special effects type make-up.  Last fall she worked at Halloween Horror Nights at Universal Studios, and this solidified her interst. For Christmas she received a make-up airbrush set. I didn't even know such a thing existed, but as soon as I learned that it did, I wanted to try it out.  Steph said that the Universal make-up artists used airbrush for all teh zombies' makeup for Horror Nights.  She showed me the basics, and I tried it out on her. Of course, I had no idea of what creature I was attempting to transform her into; I sort of made it up as I went along, and as I got the hang of the airbrush.  The end product pretty much revealed that I had no idea what I was doing.  We decided that, maybe, she looked a little like the plant from Rocky Horror Picture Show.  After I finished her make-up, she took a shot at me. I think the pictures below show that she is a bit more skilled with the airbursh than I am. I looked like a pretty convincing zombie.  It was a fun experience overall, and I was pretty intrigued by the technology of it.  The airbrush uses a ridiculously small amount of paint. 

Steph still works at Universal Studios and was kind enough to give me a guest pass. This allowed me the new adventure of  visiting Universal's newer park, Islands of Adventure. The most popular attraction is the Harry Potter ride, which just opened last summer.  Set in in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the ride is billed as having the latest, greatest ride technology.  We arrived to an expected wait time of 90 minutes, which actually isn't too bad for Harry Potter. In only 65 minutes we were ready to board.  It was definitely thrilling.  It is a combination of twisty-turny rollercoaster with IMAX type movie shots that make you feel like you're playing Quidditch or just flying on your broom among Dementors.  It stayed true to the Harry Potter books and movies.

After riding Harry Potter, we headed over to the original Universal Studios park. I have been there before, so visiting the park was not, it itself, a new adventure. However, the original King Kong ride has been replaced with Revenge of the Mummy. This also happens to be the ride where Stephanie works. So, we headed over to say Hi to Stephanie and to give the ride a whirl.  It is a fairly short ride, but it jolts you around quite a bit.  I know I'm getting older, and I can't decide if it is my age or the fact that rides are more extreme than in the past, but after Harry Potter and Revenge of the Mummy, I was feeling a hint of nausea. As soon as we got off the ride, Stephanie informed us that she was on break, and as an employee, she could walk us past the line and directly back on to the ride. Who wouldn't pass up a behind-the-scenes trek up to the front of the line? So, while my stomach was wondering if it was a good idea, I immediately said, "Sure!"  Back on the ride we went, and after surviving a second go-round, I decided I would decline if she offered another fast pass!  It was certainly fun, but I am not able to ride such rides at this stage in life without feeling some physical effect. Bummer!

I had a really great visit, and I considering it a bonus that I was able to check off another new adventure (or three).  While I'm excited that completion of my 40 new adventures is imminent, it is also sad to watch this whole process near its end.  It has been such great fun that saying goodbye to my 40 new adventures is the ONLY reason that I'm not looking forward to turning 41.

#37 - A Shift at the Local Transfer Station (a.k.a. the Dump)

The above pictures shows the task we faced yesterday.  While it may look like a truck full of garbage, it's not.  It is recycling. Semantics??  Maybe.

What the heck am I talking about anyway, you ask?  Here's the scoop. Aubrey's choir class has a trip to Orlando planned for April.  We were contacted by a local garbage company with a super simple fundraising opportunity.  They needed to determine the break-down  '(by % of total weight) of their recycling by material type: glass, plastics, cardboard, newspaper, etc.  To do this they were looking for about 25 able-bodied individual to spend a Saturday morning literally sorting through tons of recycling and depositing each item into the appropriate dumpster.  Who couldn't say no?  Seriously, it was a great opportunity for the students to earn some easy money for their trip.  Except that, in our case, the student actually had a basketball game in Denver, so mom and dad inherited the "opportunity" to earn money for her.

It was actually a fairly interesting project.  Bit by bit they would dump a pile out of the truck and we would sort it.  We had individual dumpters for glass, plastic #1, plastic #2, plastics #3-7, steel cans, aluminum cans, cardboard, newspaper and other papers.  Remember that I said this was "recycling" and not "garbage?"  Well, apparently many people take a very liberal approach to recycling.  We quickly decided we would hold a contest for the most interesting item found.  Among the contenders were: a butane lighter shaped like a mini M16 rifle, a pair of boxer shorts, a Blackberry holder, and a half-eaten corn dog. We decided that the winning item was a pair of handcuffs!  Additionally, it was fun to look through some of the legitimate recyclables: old day-planners, lots of Christmas cards, student's school work and an empty IV bag. Here's a shot of us at work.

The kids and parents all had a great attitude. The weather was wonderful, and we all learned a bit about recycling. Here are a few tidbits I learned:

• The big money in recycling comes from aluminum. A dumpster full of aluminum cans nets about $800-$900.
• Brown glass is worth more than any other color.
• The most common recyclable, by far, is cardboard. We filled a dumpster to overflowing and hand to start another one, while the glass, plastics, steel, and aluminum weren't even close to being a quarter full.
• The recycling is normally shipped to Boulder to be sorted.  However, the company is building a new facility in Colorado Springs which will sort the recycling automatically.
• In Colorado Springs the two most popular beers are Coors Light and Bud Light, and Coke is more popular then Pepsi.

Now, as if sorting recycling isn't exciting enough as a new adventure, buckle your seatbelts....guess what else I got to do?!?!?!  I got to drive a skid steer loader!! How cool is that?  As I brainstormed in the past about my 40 new adventures, I often thought that it would be awesome to drive a heavy construction machine. However, I don't know anyone in the construction field, so I figured that would an experience that would not come to fruition this year.  You can imagine my excitement when they pulled out the skid steer loader yesterday to scoop us loads of "other paper" after everything had been sorted out of it. I explained my 40 new adventures goal,  the owner (did I mention we went to church with him for years), graciously let me take her for a spin.  It was kind of like driving a souped up grocery cart (well, at least the way the steering worked was similar to a grocery cart).  I successfully backed up the loader (wow), hauled the load to the designated dumpster, raised the "scoop" and dumped it into the dumpster.  I then lowered the scoop, and drove the loader back to the recycling pile.  My driving was about as smooth as Victoria's driving on a stick-shift, but hey, I didn't crash!  It was a blast.

We worked for 4 hours and we didn't still didn't get the entire truck sorted. Still, they were able to get a good idea of what their break-down is.

I have "stay tuned" story that, if it turns out the way we hope, is worthy of a newspaper article.  I will give the Cliff Notes version. We noticed some rolled up posters in the "other paper" dumpster. We sent Craig dumpster diving to pul them out. We unrolled them, and they were some nice posters of whales.  I thought maybe one of the other school teachers would like them. I got home and realized they were signed Wyland posters!  http://www.wyland.com/ I looked on Ebay to see what a signed Wyland poster goes for. There were two listings for such---one with a Buy Now price of $299, and the other for $500!  Wow!  How could would that be if our posters were worth anything near that. I am going to call a Wyland Gallery on Monday and see if we can get a quick estiamte of their value. One is from 1985 and the other from 1990. It would sure be nice to make a few hundred extra bucks to donate to the trip fund. BTW, there were also posters of Bo Derek and the classic Farrah Fawcett poster!   It just goes to show that the old saying is true: "One man's recycling is another man's treasure!"