Brooke was invited by an old friend (as old a friend as an 11 year old can be) to hike Mount Timpanogos last Saturday. While we didn’t make it to the saddle or peak, we did make it all the way to the upper meadow just below the saddle. What a great little hiker! Here are some photos and video clips.
A little stinging nettle. If you’re in the hills and feel like you
have to go potty, these leaves are a great choice to help you
eliminate that desire.
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A medely of trickles.
We made it to Scout Falls.
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The cliffs of insanity.
A well-worn stump.
Here’s the slope up to Pika Cirque that Ana and I took in 2005. It was still covered in snow at the end of September that year.
Sassy!
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Girls and dads (but me).
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Looking north to Little Cottonwood Canyon ridge.
Tiny spheres of rain trapped in the leaves (view the full size).
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Mountain Brooke.
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Scott & Brooke.
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So close and yet so far.
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Brooke, Emily, & Katherine
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posted on Tue, 08 Sep 2009 at 09:16 | permanent link | view comments
but does it work?
Any money I receive will be spent on new pens (Pilot G2, of course).
posted on Wed, 10 Jun 2009 at 22:20 | permanent link | view comments
Wherein I give thanks to Walmart and a fire fighter
Last night I was working on my scooter and realized that I had no good way to extract the gear oil from the case. All the scooter forums I’ve visited recommend getting some kind of irrigation syringe or something to extract the oil with.
So I went to Walmart to look for an irrigation syringe so I could extract and inject new gear oil into my scooter. I looked around a little and must have appeared pretty lost. An employee named Ben came up to me and asked if he could help me. I told him I was looking for something like a large syringe or turkey baster or something that I could extract gear oil with.
He took me to the turkey basters, but on the way he said, “I don’t think this is going to work, but I have another idea.” We looked at the basters and just as he thought they would have taken forever to get the job done. He said, “Come with me a minute.” I followed him back to the sporting goods area. He got on the phone, “John? Ben. Look, I’ve got a buddy who’s trying to get some gear oil out of a chain case. Do you have any large syringes with you? Great. Look, I’m going to send him over, will you set him up? Thanks.”
Then he turned to me and said, I’m a fire fighter with (redacted) City. Do you know where the fire station is? Then he explained to me how to get there. “My friend John will be there in 20 minutes and he’ll get you what you need.”
I arrived, waited about 5 minutes and a fire truck pulls into the garage. I see a man through the garage window who holds up a finger to indicate “just a sec.” He appears a few moments later holding out a 60ml syringe, “You Ben’s friend?” I gave him a big smile and thanked him, but it felt entirely inadequate. When I got home I called the Walmart to thank Ben, but I couldn’t get anyone in sporting goods to pick up the phone. Anyway, Ben, thanks again.
Whatever mixed feelings I have about civil servants and government waste are temporarily suspended because of your genuine concern for me and for supplying me with a 50 cent irrigation syringe that I couldn’t find anywhere else. You rock.
posted on Sun, 24 May 2009 at 11:01 | permanent link | view comments
This is how Mark and I spent Presidents Day this year, and how we should spend it every year.
Here’s an alternative link for those of you who’ve had trouble viewing it:
posted on Wed, 18 Feb 2009 at 16:12 | permanent link | view comments
Richard Barnes Swims English Channel
This is old news, but the Salt Lake Tribune is finally publishing it:
http://www.sltrib.com/search/ci_3072542
The Deseret Morning News ran their story in August:
http://deseretnews.com/dn/view/0,1249,600156694,00.html
And KUTV 4 actually ran the story first:
http://www.abc4.com/local_news/story.aspx?content_id=F3F2B845-CB6E-4013-957A-164E94E44EFD
Richard showed us a map of the channel as he and Dave swam it. They wound up swimming many more miles because of the currents.
http://www.channelswimmingassociation.com/FAQ.htm
posted on Mon, 03 Oct 2005 at 09:17 | permanent link | view comments
Our mouths hung low and stiff. Blood and jealousy coursed through our ears. Some girls giggled with an unbridled giddiness. My 12 year-old peers Evan, Jon, Nick, and Jim were lip-syncing to Duran Duran.
How could Mrs. Winn remain so passionless in the face of such obvious talent? She just stood by, looking around, as if waiting for it to finish.
posted on Tue, 06 Jul 2004 at 11:32 | permanent link | view comments