A successful Saturday in April

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Saturday, 12-Apr-14

I have a love-hate relationship with lazy weekends.  For one, they’re amazing and I love not having to do anything or be anywhere.  But on the other,  I don’t like “wasting” gorgeous weekends.  I love adventuring and exploring and doing… and staying home generally doesn’t allow me to do that.

Well, this weekend, thankfully, it did.  I relaxed, chilled, and went on more than a few small adventures.  I even got the whole front garden fixed up!

  • Breakfast by 11:00 at Kelly’s
  • Lets get stuff done!  Nope… instead, let’s just set ourselves in the park and finish reading Ocean at the End of the Lane
  • Head home and pull out all the gardening toys; turn the soil, plant the bulbs, and start the peas going.
  • Get the peas all planted, set some stakes, and then go inside to set the tomatoes going… wait, I didn’t leave any room in the planters for tomatoes.  <shrug>
  • Plant some more, play with the tomatoes, and relax for a bit
  • Quesadillas for lunch… very late lunch, but chicken quesadillas are amazing
  • go buy a steak from McKinnons, then take a nice slow walk around the area
  • Game or two with Chirag on League, we clean house
  • Steak for dinner, chilling and watching movies

I just finished reading “The Ocean at the End of the Lane”

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A perfect Saturday, 12-Apr-14

 

I think I remember why I stopped reading, back before high school.

I should clarify that – I never stopped reading, but I stopped reading as voraciously as I had before.  In grade school and middle school, I read through literally every Star Wars book that they was.  I was waiting for new books to be published, so that I could escape back into that world.  In high school, I did keep reading… but at a much slower pace.  I did other things with life – I talked to people, played video games, and above all studied… sort of.  Mostly homework.  That’s incidental.

Finishing up “The Ocean at the End of the Lane” today reminded me of the deep melancholy and sadness that hits when you finish a story.  I finished reading in the park, paging past the acknowledgements and shutting off the kindle, and wished that I could return to those characters… to hear more stories about what happened.  I wish that it had ended differently (though I know that it had to end the way that it did), and that I could hear more stories about Lettie and the unnamed narrator, and how they traveled the world working magic and protecting us.

But, it just ended.  It ended in the way that it needed to – this is a Neil Gaiman book, after all.

I’m still sad though…

I think I’ll read it again.  Maybe re-read American Gods.

 

Link: http://www.neilgaiman.com/works/Books/The+Ocean+at+the+End+of+the+Lane/

A Roadtrip to the gunks: Climbing! First Trad of the 2014 season!

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A beautiful Sunday, 06-Apr-14

 

Daniel, Erin and I woke up… not early, but not late.  After a quick breakfast and packing up / cleaning the Hostel, we were tearing down the road towards what we expected to be a rather empty parking lot.  But instead…

Butt tons of people.  Seriously, how were there so many people climbing?  I mean, I know that it was perfect and amazing and gorgeous out, but… it was raining the day before!  That means I get the whole wall to myself!  No!  Stop climbing and having fun!  Give me back my walls!

 

Ribs (5.5 PG)

Pitch 1 = Daniel took the lead here, and I’m glad that he did.  While the moves were clean, everything was just… kind of thin.  Not positive, and a lot of sloping holds that would have kept me shaking.  So Erin followed him, and I cleaned the gear while making my way to the first belay ledge.

Pitch 2 = From the ledge I led onward, into a route full of pumpy and slightly overhanging moves.  It swung up on huge blocks, with many fair placements, and a lot of exposure… basically exactly what I love climbing.

At the top of the route, we set up an anchor and prepared to rappel down on our double-ropes… when another team came up from the right.  We helped them clip into our anchor, saying that they could drop down our ropes first, since they only had a single rope that would require two rappels.

Then another team showed up from the left.

And then a fourth team came in from the right.

And then a fifth team rappelled down onto us from above.

Seriously.  Our belay ledge was POPULAR.

 

Black Fly (5.5 PG)

We’ve done this one before, and it’s somehow always sketchier than it should be… a single pitch, and I took the lead on it.  Overall it was clean, but I had a bit of fun with the route-finding about halfway up, and hit a real nasty patch about 10ft from the top.  It was good though, and I’m glad that I took the lead.

However, we ran into trouble on the top rope.  Erin took the second ascent, and took a short fall about 3/4 the way to the top.  A short fall… but just long enough for her foot to get caught on a small ledge.  Sprains-ville, population: Erin.

The solution to this problem was, of course, to give Erin a bit of time to self-evaluate, and make sure it was actually a sprain.  Daniel burned up the climb quickly to get the gear back, and I did a bit of first-aid on the offending ankle.  From there – escape from the crag.

Escape revolved around me moving very quickly, and Daniel being burly.  So we both won in this situation.  Hell, Erin won too, because she got to get carried out by Daniel.  Who was also carrying his own gear.  And my gear.  And Erin’s gear.  Like I said, burly.  While he was flexing and grunting though, I was trail-running to get the car, and then driving at speed to meet up with them in the upper parking lot.  Like I said, moving fast.

Sum total: Enjoyment for all, and Erin was recovered safely.  Just in time to get dinner at the Gilded Otter…