This is where I sleep.

October 29, 2005

It’s getting close to 2 years now that I’ve been sleeping in a hammock. Before that I slept in a waterbed. They say water beds are bad for your back but I never had pain and now I can say that hammocks are even better. I sleep on a bed, I wake up with pain. I sleep on a couch, I wake up with pain. I sleep in a hammock it feels so good I need extra will power to get up and out of bed and I’m pain free! So anyway go buy one is what I’m saying. They are cheep they are made in Mexico by cool people in the Yucatan. This is where I got mine. I got the matrimonial size. It rules. It will arrive 2 days after you order usually. I hang it up in the house by finding a wall stud and putting a sturdy eye bolt into it then just carabineer in and I’m set. And you wouldn’t believe how much space you save. This second pic is from the old apartment. I just love this pic cuz its so ugly. I think its one of sweetest pictures I have actually…


Hot chocolate wonder

October 26, 2005

Today I shall tell you the secret for the best hot chocolate I’ve ever concocted. Here’s what you do.

Take what ever hot chocolate mix you have that you usually put in hot water. First step heat up some real milk at least 2% (that’s right we use milk not water) Get it nice and hot or warm or what ever. It will mix better when it’s warm. When that’s all mixed in good add some nutmeg. (that’s the secret ingredient, that’s why this rocks.) Then you add some creamer. My favorite is vanilla cinnamon. Not to much mind you.. stir it again and that’s it.. Instant holiday cheer! It tastes like Christmas!

First snow of the year…

October 25, 2005

I guess it’s a good thing. The sooner winter comes the sooner its over and then the sooner I can get another motorcycle. The truth is I like winter and snow for maybe a month. After that it really gets tedious for me. The scraping of windows mostly. I hate that it makes me get up earlier so I can get the car warmed up first then its always a slower drive to work and you always no there’s some idiot out there who doesn’t know how to drive in winter conditions. There’s always some idiot with his windows totally fogged over, or driving way to fast. But I know I would miss it if it was just summer forever. I know this because I served a mission to Bolivia. And where I was at there aren’t any seasons. It’s about a 10 degree difference at most. So when Christmas came around and I was still sweating like a pig I really wanted some cold nasty weather. The end.

This trip started on March 24th. And I think that’s why summer 04 was so cool. Because it started so early. Anyway we planed a trip to Escalante and had a blast. It began a cold night up some canyon we camped just below the snow and had fun singing and playing guitar by the fire. Oh I forgot something already. On our way up the canyon we spot the biggest moose I’ve ever seen standing right in the middle of the road. So I did what any idiot would do… I chased it in my car while Davy fumbled to get a picture of it with my camera. Sadly (but probably good because that thing could have demolished my car) we didn’t get a picture of it. So anyway the next day we pile everything in the back of the truck (including me and davy) and we drive out to what looks like the middle of the dessert. We hike down a long extremely sandy trial. And end up on the rim of a huge canyon with a river in the distance and an arch high above the river. After carefully coming down off the rim we land on a huge sand dune fully loaded with cactus and other desert sage. This was probably the greatest part of the hike. Running and jumping as high and as far as you can making sure you land in the sand and not on a cactus. Then once we get past the sand all we can think about is getting past the cliffs so we can get in the water. It was so hot and we were starting to get a nice sunburn. Finally we go for a swim and get to the bottom of the arch. By the time we get to this point most of us are to tired to climb all the way up to the arch. So we take pictures and once last dip in the cool water before the long trek back to the truck. We make it back to the truck looking like the living dead. And Davy looking like a lobster with one of the worst burns in his life. We take off in the truck and go as far as we can till we get to an impossible rock that our truck just can’t climb. It was something I doubt any conventional 4×4 could have accomplished. So we find a nice rock and sack out and make dinner before it gets dark. Dinner I think consisted of castleberry stew from the can! That night someone was snoring so loud in a way that could only come from utter exhaustion. So I threw one of my shoes at his face. I’m such an a hole! *Sorry Dan! We wake up to a flat tire. While we are all trying to change the tire Davy was putting some serious effort in “Arts and Crafts” making something out of hemp while he used the truck door lock to keep it steady. We get the truck taken care of and we fill out water jugs and camelbaks and head out across the desert again. This time there was no down hill fun just miles of sand and rock. We get to “Hole In The Rock” and we see Lake Powell off in the distance. The water looks so inviting. So we hike all the way down. It was much much longer than it looked. On the way down I remember thinking “how in the world did they make down this place with wagons and live stock! Incredible. So we get down there and some how the beautiful blue water is ICE COLD. Then we remember oh right its only March. No one quite has the courage to get in the water. We find a cool cave that wouldn’t have been accessible had the water not been at an all time low. You can see the white line where the water had been. Before we decide to head back up the treacherous path we decide we better jump in the water so we can cool off for at least part of the way back. It was cold enough to make me scream like a woman. As soon as we get out of the water the wind picked up and pelted us with sand. It wouldn’t have been that big a deal except we didn’t have shirts on and we were pretty sunburned, so it didn’t feel so good. We get back to the top and take more pictures. At one point we were all sitting on a very tall instant death sort of cliff and I had got up to go elsewhere when one foot lost its grip and slid. It was no big deal cuz I had a pretty good hold with the other foot but Dan didn’t know that so from his view it looked as though I was about to die. We had a good laugh at his expressed shock and horror. The only thing that kept us alive on the way back was the few granola bars we had with us. Well I guess I’ll leave it at that. But the Escalante trip ruled…

A sad loss..

October 21, 2005

When I moved here I had to get rid of my vehicles including my beloved motorcycle. When this pic was taken I had only had it for like a week I think. Back in the high school days I had always wanted a bullet bike. I talked about it with my friends all the time. After I came home from Bolivia (my mission) I started working on cars with my dad. One of his main hobbies is rebuilding cars (mostly the F-body type. ex. the camaro trans am ect.) I helped him rebuild a few engines and I learned a whole bunch of stuff. I also learned more about myself. In the fact that the bullet bike really wasn’t my style. I had really started to like the bigger engine sound of the V8 and torque and horsepower and all that. And so the cruiser type motorcycle was really more my type (even though the bullet bike usually has way more horse power). To me.. the bullet bike was more like a freakin ricer. The attitude and the sound they make and the people that ride them(no offence.. well maybe just a little). I hate ricers! We all do.. but that’s a different story right! So I bought this bike off my friend who was getting married and needed to sell it. It’s a 99 Honda Shadow Ace Deluxe 750. The perfect starter bike I think. So the problem was, I haven’t ridden I bike since I was a little boy scout when I rode a little 90cc dirt bike with a few friends of mine. And I don’t think I was much good at then looking back on it.. But it doesn’t matter I wanted a bike so bad. It can’t be that hard I told myself. So I backed it up rode it off the drive way and onto the street. I then took it around the block and I have been 100% addicted ever since! I love everything about it. Out on the road we are like a brother hood. We look out for each other. You may have seen how we signal to each other. It’s kind of funny though. The two types of riders there are. Most of the time we wont signal or “motorcycle wave” to a rider of the opposite kind of bike. Cruiser people always signal cruiser people but we almost never signal bullet bike riders. It’s this kind of culture I don’t know but I love it. The next one I buy is going to be an 1100cc bike I’m not sure what yet. I’m thinking that as soon as winter is over I’ll get it. I can’t wait!

This is just one of many… This happend sometime last year. Or early this year.. cant remember.

So we decided late one night that it would be a good idea to go to nutty putty. I don’t know who thought of it first but it was instantly embraced by all. It being the perfect night for it of course.. middle of the winter.. It just snowed a ton.. which means.. water in the cave and mud on trail =GOOD TIME! So we grab a flash light and water and what ever saltine crackers we can find. We pile in the truck and away we go.. (by the way.. this trip was me Dan and Davy. We took Dan’s truck. It only seats 2 people. Just a side note) We finally get to the turn off and we knew instantly what kind of adventure it would be… It was cold and there was fresh mud everywhere. Also there was some snow drift the covered some of the bad spots so it made it just a bit more dangerous. We get off the main dirt road and onto the “trail” it was probably the worst I’ve ever seen it. We were sliding all over the place barely missing HUGE ruts FULL of water and snow, trees big sage brush and oh of course fences. At one point over correcting to the point where we almost “doinked the fence” (that’s a direct quote from Dan as he was driving.. he shouts.. “I almost doinked the fence” It was so funny. So we make it half way up the rock hill and park it. We strip down to our cave gear. (Shorts, short sleeve shirt and flashlight) we are forced to run the rest of the way up the hill due to the bitter cold. We get to the pit and start climbing down the main entrance. I was the first one down. I yell up to everyone “holy crap that’s a lot of VERY cold water! We were almost discouraged from going in at all. It was the deepest water any of us ever saw! I decide I would just take my shirt off and stuff it back in a somewhat dry area and dive in. Saying lets just “take it like a man and do it!” I held my breath and jumped head first trying to keep my face out of it. I didn’t breathe for I don’t know how long. After much screaming like a woman I calm down and wait for the others. Davy’s turn next. It takes a while to get to get the guts to jump into arctic waters with nothing but shorts on. He goes shirtless as well. I’m pretty sure I hear the f word slip as he’s coming through…lol! Now Dan. He does it a little different. Takes his shirt off and sticks it down the back of his pants. Remarkably it stays dry and he puts it back on when we get into the first big chamber. Me and Davy crawl through the entire cave shirtless. We come back hours later. Time to go home…

Part two.

None of us are willing to get soaking wet again only to face the bitter cold outside. What do we do? Well I notice there is an old green hose someone left near the entrance. I’m thinking “what in the world is this doing here” then it hits me. Of course! Perfect! I position the hose just right in the deepest part of the frigged water. After many encouraging words we finally convince Dan to suck the hose so the water will start to drain out towards another section of the cave. I’m watching everything from above. Dan puts his hand over the hose so he wouldn’t have to put his mouth on it and starts to suck. It doesn’t work. To much air gets through his fingers. So we tell him to put his mouth on it. Taking one for the team he does and its nasty to see. Suddenly in slow motion now I see nasty cave water spewing out of the hose and into his mouth as he tries to pull it away! VICTORY… Dan is spitting nasty cave water for the next 20 min.! Well it got most the water out but there is still enough to soak the front of your body. We are happy with the results as it is a much better situation. I go first. Then Davy. We all meet at the top of the hole. Already freezing to death and now drenched on our front sides we hesitate only for a moment. At this point we do the only logical thing… we instantly all strip down buck naked and start running down the hill. (Don’t tell me you wouldn’t have done the same thing. It was the best thing to do. The wind dried us off pretty fast and so it was actually warmer with no clothes on. Because they were all wet! No big deal right.. lol) Half way down we hear the funniest thing in the world. Someone has a good stumble and we hear someone yell “SAGE BRUSH!” we all almost collapsed! We get to the truck and put on a set of dry something. We get our water and crackers and drive home with yet another nutty putty cave adventure behind us. And another story to tell.

The picture above was from a few years back but a nutty putty trip none the less. You always come back looking something like this. Dirty and all banged up!

Thats what the adventures are all about! I already miss it! Who knows when the next one will be.

This is a great hike with great stories! First time we did it when we were all roommates it took us 9 hours start to finish. Once you make it to the top it’s always fun to ski down the glaciers. This one time I decided id take a short cut down this one section of the mountain but as it turned out it was much steeper than I thought. So as I’m rushing towards a very narrow trail on the other side a cliff large enough to kill someone I began to scream like a woman. Lucky my buddy was not as dumb as I was and took the long way and was close enough on the trail as to run and tackle me into the snow bank before I fell head over heals off the cliff. You guys remember pokemon lake? Yeah that was a good time… This one was taken July 27th this year I believe. Also the watch there is a nixon scout! In case anyone was wondering.. also if any of my old roomates read this.. I think my watch is lost to the void of the upstairs blue couch. If you wouldnt mind digging it out for me I have instructions for my sister to come get it and bring it to me when she comes up for thanksgiving…