Oh no, why can’t you get along?
Ok I know it’s not my place.
I’ve got to say something.
I’ve got to say something.
I’ve got to speak.
She’ll never leave.
And you can never throw her out.
Impossible to conceive.
You’d rather be with than without.
That’s just the fear talking.
That’s just the fear talking.
That’s just the fear.
Don’t let it take you.
Like it nearly took me, fear.
Don’t let it fool you.
Like it nearly fooled me, fear.
Remember the good old days.
But love is like a dragonfly.
So beautiful, it will die.
And disappear before your eyes.
I’m no philosopher.
I am no poet.
I’m just trying to help you out.
Don’t let it fool you.
Like it nearly fooled me, fear.
Don’t let it take you.
Like it nearly took me.
And so, you sit and wait.
For another man to take your place.
And when, when he comes.
Would you welcome him with open arms?
You’ll feel a hundred years younger.
You’ll feel a hundred years younger.
You’ll feel no fear.
Don’t let it take you.
Like it nearly took me, fear.
Don’t let it fool you.
Like it nearly fooled me, fear.
Don’t let it kill you.
Like it nearly killed me, fear.
The end of August is here and I finally got around to taking the top off of Ruby yesterday, and let me tell you… it was long over due! Why did I wait so long? There’s nothing better than driving around with the top down! This has been the driest summer in years and the rain has been far and few between! I should have had the top off months ago! Dang.
Oh well. It’s off now, and I have no intention on putting it back on until the temperatures drop below 50 degrees.
It appears that the “Official” Boulder Cruiser ride events have finally ended.
It’s kinda sad, but I have to say “I saw it coming”. The last time I took part in the ride, the crowd was massive. There’s just no way to manage that many people on bicycles.
The problem is that it’s soooo much fun and everyone wants to take part. An additional problem is that a majority of the riders this time of year are younger and less inclined to “play by the rules”. I can’t say I was any different at their age. Still, it kinda puts a damper on the seasoned riders who just want to ride and have a good time… and not get stressed out and angry at the others who don’t obey traffic laws… or stay in the right lane… or don’t have lights on the bike… etc., etc., yada, yada!
If you visit the official site, they have some suggestions on alternative rides in the Boulder/Denver area.
Over the past couple of weeks I’ve finally had a chance to hike to the top of several of the highest points in the Rockies. This is a goal I’ve been wanting to work on since moving out West. It’s one thing to go on an afternoon hike… or even a full day hike in the foothills and various areas of the varying mountain ranges. It’s something completely different and personally satisfying to make it to the top of a 14,000 + foot mountain.
The first 14′er that we tackled wasn’t Elbert though… it was La Plata Peak. It is the 5th highest in the state and tops out at 14,336 feet. It is also one of the tougher ones. The round trip hike is 10 miles and the elevation gain is 4,500 feet. That means that over the course of 5 miles, you are hiking (and sometimes climbing) around 1,000 feet per mile. For those of you that haven’t done much hiking of the 13′ers and 14′ers… that’s quite a bit.
The view from the top was breathtaking. I honestly don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so dramatic. I was pretty worn out by the time I made it there… but it was soooo worth it. Check out my pictures of the hike.
Anytime I’ve done a major hike before, the trip back down is by far the worst part. It seems like it takes forever to make it back to the trail head, even though you usually make it back down in the 1/2 the time it took to get up. There’s just something about it mentally that makes it seems so much longer than you remember.
The following weekend we decided to tackle another 14′er. However, this time we chose to do the Torrey’s Peak and Gray’s Peak combo, effectively knocking out 2 of them without starting from the bottom for each. Both of these peaks are right next to each other and separated by only a 1/2 mile. You can decide which one you want to hike first and then follow a path down a connecting saddle to the other. We started with Gray’s Peak which is the highest peak on the Continental Divide (in the United States) at 14,270 feet. Once again, the view from the top was awesome. You could see all of the major ski resorts and runs. You could see all the way down in to the flat open space of Park County (South Park). After a few minutes of soaking in the view and resting, we made the slight descent down the saddle and back up to Torrey’s Peak which is only 3 feet lower at 14,267 feet. Again, after a brief rest and some photos… we made our way back down to the trail head. This hike was by far a much easier adventure than the La Plata. The Torrey’s and Gray’s combo is very popular with a lot of tourists and folks who want to say they have made it to the top of a 14′er, but there’s really not much to it. Over the course of the whole day, I think we passed well over 200-300 people on the trail. A lot of them had small children and dogs. I’m glad we can check those 2 off of our list, but they are pretty weak, in comparison, to a lot of the other 14′ers ahead of us, I’m afraid. Still we have 3 down… and 50 to go.
Over the 4th of July weekend I had the chance to make a return visit to Cotopaxi, Colorado and take another stab at taming the mighty Arkansas River while in an inflatable boat! I say “tame”, because due to the amount of snowfall and subsequent snow melt this year… the water level and flow (3200 cubic feet/second) of the river was extremely high and dangerous.
My sister (Stacy), cousin (Ryan B.), and friend (Ryan T.) all came in for the weekend and we squeezed a lot of fun activities in to a small amount of time, but the rafting trip was by far the most exciting. Myself and Ryan B. had done the Royal Gorge trip with Arkansas River Tours previously and loved it. Going in, we new this year’s trip was going to be even more exciting than last year, due to the water flow… and the fact that we were the only ones in our boat (other than the guide) that had been white water rafting before. It’s not exactly a “lazy river” ride.
Within 30 minutes of the trip down the river, we came across our first major Class 4 rapid. Just prior to going in to the rapid, we pulled off to the bank and waited for the other boats in our group to gather back up in case one of us got in to trouble and needed help. As we sat there and prepared to go in to the rapids, a smaller boat with 5 people passed us and hit the rapid head on. They weren’t part of the A.R.T. tour and even from a distance, appeared to just be a group of locals with their own boat. Unfortunately, they didn’t look to be all that prepared for what was about to come… either physically or mentally.
As soon as they passed us, we followed them and headed towards the rapid that was named “Three Rocks”. Almost immediately as they went in to the rapid, their boat lifted, flipped, and dumped everyone in to the ice cold river. Everyone in our boat obviously noticed and pointed it out to our guide. She immediately said “Don’t worry about them. I need you to focus on us. We can’t help them!” Well, of course when your guide pretty much says “screw em’ because we have our own problems”… you know shit is about to hit the fan.
Sure enough, the rapid sucked us in and our guide was yelling at us to “paddle forward, left, forward, go, go, go, go!” We were all focused on what she said because none of us wanted to end up like the boat that went in front of us, yet we were all concernced about the safety of those people who got dumped. The water is way too cold to be in it for an extended amount of time.
We safely made it through the toughest part of the rapid, but wasn’t quite out of trouble just yet when our guide yelled to the passengers of the flipped boat to “swim to shore”. There were 4 of them all together that had their head above water and were aware and able to swim to safety. However, there was one other person from their boat that had floated on down river apparently unconscious as he was face down in the water and not moving. Our guide did a great job at maneuvering our boat in his direction while the rest of us paddled our asses off to get to him. Once he was in reach, I dropped my paddle and attempted to pull him in to our boat. I was able to get a hold of his life jacket, but it didn’t fit him all that well and it began to rip as I pulled on it. So, I grabbed him from under the arms and pulled him in to the boat and on top of me. I had to use all I had to lift his dead wait out of the water and in to the boat. He had to be well over 225 lbs. Luckily, he was awake when we got him turned around on his back, but I think that was about it. He was almost completely blue in the face, and getting worse. His eyes were bulging out. He wasn’t breathing. He wouldn’t (or couldn’t) respond to anything we asked him. I couldn’t tell if he was experiencing a heart attack, or if hypothermia was setting in. Regardless, he was in really bad shape and I thought for sure this guy was going to die right there in my arms.
The rest of the people in our boat were able to paddle us safely to a nearby shore and we began working on the man. After Leslie and I tended to him for a few minutes, Ryan B., Ryan T., Stacy, and the guide paddled us down the river a little further, until we could find a spot where we could get the boat on shore and try to flag down help from a passing car. After a few more minutes, he was able to start getting small breaths and respond to the things we were saying and asking. The first words he eventually got out were “family”. Obviously wanting to know the status on the rest of the people in his boat. We told him that they were fine and had been able to safely swim to shore.
While we sat there on the shore waiting for help, he slowly started coming around and was eventually able to sit up, and then stand up and get out of the boat. At that time, the rest of the boats in our group met up with us. They had picked up the rest of his family and their empty boat that had been floating down river.
By the time the rest of the family got to shore and were reunited with him, he was standing and beginning to breath normal. They had no idea of the severity of what he had just gone through. And honestly, I’m not sure he did either. Our guide was able to contact an emergency crew, but for some reason the guy refused any kind of treatment. He didn’t want to go to the hospital… at least not in an ambulance. I have a feeling he didn’t have any health insurance… and I can certainly understand not wanting to spend a lot of money for care when you appear to be okay. However, what he went through was pretty severe and he really needed to be checked out by a doctor. The amount of time he was under water… and then in the water (which was probably in the 40-50 degree temperature range) is definitely not safe. Not to mention the fact that he could have gotten some water in his lunges, which could cause a “dry drowning” later on. I sure hope he at least went to a local physician at some point just for a routine check up. He was clearly not in that great of health to begin with… and that whole ordeal definitely didn’t help.
Naturally, this excitement kind of spooked us a little bit. This was the very first major rapid that we were to come across that afternoon and already we were dealing with flipped boats and saving lives. Nevertheless, once we were all ready, we proceeded on down the river. We were definitely a much quieter group after that, but still enjoyed the rest of the river. Unfortunately, due to the high level of water flow (and the earlier events) we weren’t allowed to go down the most dangerous part of the tour… The Royal Gorge.
So, instead we just went back and did the first leg of the river a second time. It was disappointing for sure, but I understand the reasoning for it. It just means that we have to go back some time later this season and do it all over again. Hopefully, this time without having to save anyone’s life.
In the end it was a great and memorable trip. I wish we didn’t have to fish a floating body out of the river and save his life, but I did feel pretty good about it. Not sure that I’ve ever actually saved someone. At least, not so directly. The unfortunate thing about it though is… I didn’t even get a “Thank you”. I really don’t think he knows what happened… and how close he was to dying. I know I won’t forget it.
Came across this blog and thought I would share.
Are we becoming too social? De-sensitized to life outside of social networking, computers, and the iPhone.
Is life getting in the way of living?
Written by Aubrey Sabala
www.aubreysabala.com
The Internets is killing your game. Behold, the following romantic scenarios:
Dating, five years ago
Boy meets girl. Boy waits the requisite 3 days to call girl (which even though the girl knows, still drives her nuts) and a date ensues. They discuss work, what they did that week, and what they’re up to the following weekend while on said date. Date ends (however it ends) and, should there have been a spark, the relationship progresses as it should; either they continue to talk, hang out, and eventually date, or perhaps it wasn’t a love connection and they remove themselves from each other’s lives. (Perhaps) Happily Ever After, (Perhaps) Not, but no harm, no foul. The End.
Now, fast forward to today.
Boy meets girl. Actually, he doesn’t really meet her; instead, he finds her on Facebook or follows her on Twitter or favorites her photos on Flickr. By the time he meets her in person, there’s no need for extensive emails back and forth since he already knows she loves sushi and hates pizza, so choosing a restaurant close to her house (he also knows this from her Brightkite check-ins) is easy. Dinner conversation is strained – who needs to talk anyway? Twitter already told him that she had a crappy day at work and she’s well aware of his weekend plans to go surfing, so instead they fill the time by chugging their microbrews and end up going back to her house because really, it’s easier to make out than it is to have a non-electronic conversation. Texting and direct Twitter messaging ensue if they’re interested; eventually, the outcome is the same – they date if there’s a connection beyond the fact that they’re both avid Mac users and Digg fans, but if not, c’est la vie. That is, until she sees via Twitter that he’s flirting with some other girl and he gets her Dodgeball check-ins to discover that she’s at the movies with that guy he never liked anyway. Then he de-friends her on Dodgeball, and in retaliation she blocks him from Twitter and what once could have faded out gracefully ends in a electronically communicated clusterfuck for the ages, Facebook broken heart and all.
I exaggerate – only slightly – but does anybody besides me realize that we’re entering into precarious, uncharted territory that abolishes anonymity even if you do your best to control what YOU put out into the ether of the Internets? You may not be broadcasting your actions, but your friend’s Qik cam may be outing your secret rendezvous with your ex. That bit o’ gossip you IMd your friend in confidence is fast-tracking it way to three other pals, because – let’s face it – nothing but face-to-face communication (and sometimes not even that) is considered sacred. We’re turning into a Don’t Ask, Just Tell society that’s affecting both our friendships and our romantic relationships at a startling pace. And I, for one, am sick of the unintentional pain that is being caused by it all.
That doesn’t even factor in the paranoia – why is your crush dedicating “Total Eclipse of the Heart” to that girl on Facebook? What does that cryptic Twitter mean – your two friends seem to be @-ing each other a ton…is something going on? It’s so easy to jump to conclusions when nobody TALKS TO EACH OTHER ANYMORE and the de facto standard has become ungrounded assumptions. True, the rise of electronic communication has increased productivity and international business and all that nonsense, but it’s also put a HUGE crimp in our game. I’m not suggesting we return to the days of dance cards or even do something so inane as following a set of Rules, but there’s something to be said for the phrase “Less is more.” A little mystery goes a long way, and I, for one, think that the best accoutrement to my Poppy Jasper is some witty banter and sparkling conversation – with our iPhones turned OFF.
Watchin’ a stretch of road, miles of light explode.
Driftin’ off a thing i’d never done before
Watchin’ a crowd roll in. out go the lights it begins.
A feelin’ in my bones i never felt before…
People always told me. that bars are dark and lonely
And talk is often cheap and filled with air.
Sure sometimes they thrill me
But nothin’ could ever chill me.
Like the way they make the time just disappear
Feelin’ you are here again. hot on my skin again.
Feelin good’s a thing i’d never known before
What does it mean to feel?
Millions of dreams come real
A feelin’ in my soul i’d never felt before…
And you always told me.
No matter how long it holds me
if it falls apart or makes us millionaires.
You’ll be right here forever.
We’ll go thru this thing together
And on heaven’s golden shore we’ll lay our heads
Wordpress finally releases their native iPhone app to the iTunes app store today. FINALLY!
I’ve been wanting to see this little gem since the launch of the new platform.
So far it seems pretty intuitive and cool. This post, in fact, is being written and posted from the iPhone. We’ll see how it looks.
For anyone with the iPhone who hosts a site using Wordpress, this appears to be a “must have”, if for no other reason than editing previous posts. Typing out long-winded and wonderous ideas on the iPhone can be a bit tedious!
Each week, hundreds of people participate in the weekly (themed) Cruiser Ride, put on by the Boulder Cruzer Club. The themes change each week, as does the route. The silliness and smiles… don’t!
This week’s theme was “Pretty in Pink”. However, most participants chose to wear as much pink as possible… rather than dress like one of the movie characters. In fact, I think I may have been the only one.
(J.Hand as Duckie)
This was the first ride of the season that I’ve been able to attend, and already the crowd has grown quite large. Mostly college kids enjoying their summer break, but that’s fine by me. I wish I was so lucky to have a summer vacation.
Next week is (of course) a very patriotic “4th of July” theme, and I expect the participants to be even larger and rowdier!
So, those of you in the Boulder area that haven’t had a chance to get in on the fun… come join us.
Go to the official Club site and register to stay up to date on the themes and starting points
