My new blue merino wool cycling jersey came in the post yesterday from Vintage Velos. Mom and dad gave me the money for one of these jerseys for my birthday (January!). I hemmed and hawed over which one to get - the classic Eddy Merckx Moltini Arcore versus the Vittadello versus the Salvarani. After much flip flopping and changing of the mind, I decided on the Salvarani.
But... there were were no mediums available. However, I took a chance at a long shot and emailed the company inquiring whether they'd be making more of these. Alex returned my email right away and said they wouldn't be making more. So, I hung my head, about to cry, when, the next day, I find out (angels singing, harps playing mind you) that he had found two more medium jerseys in their European warehouse. I ordered one, and a week later, it arrived, full with complete instructions on proper care of merino wool (two pages!).
I wore it today to work for the first time - it's very comfortable. Just a twinge of itch the first minute, but after that, it's golden. I haven't washed it yet, so perhaps even that initial itch will go away.
I had to stop by the Bike Gallery (downtown Portland) on the way into work to get a new water bottle and replacement cleats for my Specialized Pro Carbon road shoes. Eric, the manager, remarked, "That's a really cool jersey. Where did you get that?" Makes you want to smile.
Google rocks. I am having some serious fun playing with it's photo suite, Picasa, which includes a web component. With one click, I created the following embedded slide show.
We had a fabulous time in Sunriver. I was there as a speaker for the Oregon Thoracic Society (American Lung Association's Oregon chapter) annual professional meeting. I was able to ski at Bachelor one day and hang out with the family the rest. It was a relaxing weekend, once I had finished preparing for the short talk. We also checked out the High Desert Museum - something which I highly recommend to any and every one to visit at least once. There are large components both indoors and outdoors. Family favorites included the mine exhibit, the lynx, and the bobcat.
We took SNAPP along as well. Let's just say that SNAPP didn't do as well on the snowy and slick mountain passes as the all wheel drive Outback did. But, she made it, and ran like a champ.
I'm so glad it's over. Can we (the country) please talk about something else now? *yawn*
Perhaps I should be a little more in touch with our pop culture. I just found out Saturday which teams were playing. Does that make me a bad person?
The only good thing about the superbowl is that it means we're one step closer, in the long march of spring sports, to Le Tour (and all it's doping scandals, to be 100% fair). Cool thing, the tour's first stage will start across the Channel, in London!
Speaking of cycling, Portland's annual "Worst Day of the Year Ride" is this coming Sunday (2007.02.11). I've signed up for the 40 mile "challenge" loop, which promises to be a decent ride out in the West Hills of Portland. I'll likely get plenty wet (supposed to start raining again this week - woohoo), but drinking Lucky Lab beer in the finishers circle will definitely be worth it.
Spent some time last night around midnight changing out to the old knobbies (Kevlar WTB Velociraptors - love these tires!). And for what? Turns out --- naught! Ack. The ambient North Portland temp was 34.5 this AM when I arose from the slumber. The roads were slushy (got sprayed with mud - was getting ready to pass a guy on Terwilliger when he rode through a big mud-slush puddle). Yuck.
Hopefully, things will continue to melt. Can't wait to reinstall the slicks to get that sweet low rolling resistance back again.
Portland was shut down by 3-4 inches of snow yesterday, for the second time in 3 years. When is this city going to invest in some snow plows and manpower? It was utter chaos. Videos of cars crashing abounded on YouTube.
Once again proving my stubborness, I decided to forego Holly's gracious gift to take me to work. I tested the snow with the bike - yes, it would be doable. The snow hadn't been packed in yet. Only one other bike track in the snow. As long as I could keep the bike in the fresh snow, I shouldn't have much problem. Turned out, that I was right and one of the few in my department to be on time. Ahem. It also turns out that biking in fresh snow is quite a workout. Snow affords a great deal of rolling resistance.
I ended up taking the tram down the mountain at the end of the workday, since I figured getting down the snowy and icy hill would be the most treacherous part of the commute. Good idea. Roads had become icy and hard-packed (few stretches of pavement with virgin snow in which to ride). The riding was rough-going due to the effect of snow chains. My bones and sinews got a good jostling.
I drove today. Too much ice, and I didn't want to change out my commuter slicks (Ritchey Tom Slicks) for the old knobbies, especially since the snow _should_ be gone soon. If things haven't melted by this evening, then I'll have to change out the tires.
I know it's been a while since I've updated the blog, but I thought I'd start by adding an entry about our 4 days in Sunriver at the end of February. I was attending as a lecturer at the annual Chest Diseases Conference put on by the Oregon American Lung Association chapter. The conference is a great opportunity to learn and ski, as the schedule is intentionally open for abou 5 hours each day for personal/leisure time. Many people, like me, use the time to ski Mt. Bachelor, only 20 miles away from the village.
I was able to get in two full days of skiing, of which I was able to progress quite nicely. I could say I'm skiing blacks now but not well by any strech.
Holly and the kids had a great time with Benny and Sabrina Fountain, who came with us to hang out and help watch the kids a few times. Benny (Fountain) was able to backcountry ski twice and loved it. We all came home without any serious injuries.
Hannah tried ice skating again, but she was tired and didn't last too long this time, which was surprising given how much she loved and took to it the last time in Breckenridge. We'll definitely encourage her in more attempts.
Holly and I were able to get way for the evening at the nicest restaurant in the area, Crosswater.
On the last day, we rented a sled and took the kids to a good-sized hill near Mt. Bachelor. Bennett didn't know what to think of the cold and exhilarating speed of the plastic sled. Hanhan loved it though, and I was proud and happy to pull her up the 15 degree slope 50 feet (15 meters) long 10 times. Using the standard work equation (W = F s Cosθ) and converting Hannah's 35 pounds to Newtons (156), I calculate that I performed 22,602 Joules of work. That's pretty sweet, I'd say.
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My father, Jerry Horner, took this fantastic photo of Crater Lake from the Lodge on 16 June 2005 with his Nikon D70. My parents were visiting the lake for the first time. The sky was foggy/overcast and visibility was only about 50 feet the entire day. For 30 minutes, the mist and fog lifted, and we were gifted an inspiring view of the lake. It started snowing shortly thereafter, and we were nearly snowed-in the next day.
Factoid: Crater Lake receives over 40 FEET of annual snowfall.
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On a beautiful, sunny, warm Portland summer Friday (08.05.2005), we ran out the door, each carrying a kid in one arm and camping supplies in the other. After several well-meaning but misguided attempts to avoid Friday afternoon rush hour, I swallowed my pride and got in the long line to get out of town.
Once out of town, on the scenic Clackamas Highway (Oregon Highway 224), we were able to relax and enjoy the drive to Timothy Lake - a 3200 ft elevation reservoir nestled within the Mt. Hood National Forrest - created in 1956 by Portland General Electric company to feed the growing Portland post-war lust for energy.
A 2 hour drive east from Portland, we arrive, dusty, tired, but excited about spending the weekend with our friends, the Kearns and their four great children.
We find our campsite at nearby Clackamas Lake (Timothy Lake campsites were all snatched by 10 am that morning) 30 minutes before dusk and begin to unload the back of the car. The first order of business is, of course, to set up the tent before dark. We reach into the car to get it - it's not there! We look twice, three times - no tent. In our haste to leave town to camp, we had forgotten the single most important piece of equipment - the tent. After a short bit of disbelief and embarrassment, then laughter, we accept the extra tent that the Kearns's had brought for their boys to sleep in - a massive 4 perseon Walrus.
Everything worked out great in the end. We had a fabulous time. Saturday, we spent the late morning and early afternoon hanging out at Timothy Lake. David and Stephen even walked on the water (see photo-left)! After a quick lunch back at the campsite, we headed back to PDX so I could prepare for my 24 hour call-shift at the hospital on Sunday/Monday.
Thanks to the Kearns, our first camping trip with Bennett turned out just fine. Holly and I, both well-experienced backpackers, sure felt like novices. From now on, the tent will be the first thing to be packed for sure!
Tonight, a neighbor called from the condo pool deck to ask, “Are you looking at the lunar eclipse right now? It’s BEAUTIFUL!” Feeling pretty lame (I didn’t even know it was supposed to happen tonight), I said, “Um, let me take a look…. gasp” So, I immediately retrieved the tripod from the storage closet and took some 15 second stills with the digital camera. Even with the glow from the Hoot Owl Market neon signage, I could still get this picture. With occasional phenomena like this, no wonder why so much mythology surrounded the moon.
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Very soon, before the sun rises on the Rose City, two bleary-eyed parents and one asleep daughter will set off on a 10 day journey through Southern Oregon, the Californian Northern coast, the Redwood Forest, The Castro District in San Francisco (to see Ashley and Dave), climaxing in a 4-5 day backpacking adventure in Lyell Canyon (see detailed topo map to the right) within Yosemite National Park. The denoument includes more camping/hiking within the Sierra Nevadas and Mt. Shasta before returning to the condo we call home.
“What about Bob?” you might ask. Well, we’ve thought long and hard about this and finally decided to leave him home. We have enough weight to carry, although I did find this nifty, cheap, way to carry him.
I’ll post pictures when we get back.
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A couple weekends ago, Holly, Hannah, and I went snowshoeing the Mirror Lake trail. It’s only a 3.0 mile hike, roundtrip. The ascent is steady but light, and the return is a nice, gentle stroll. Overall, this would probably be classified as an easy trail.
Roundtrip hiking time: approximately 2 hours.
The base was about 4 feet of snow. The tree snow-burden was mighty.
The trees slowly swayed and groaned under the extraordinary new weight. I’d never noticed before how much snow dampens ambient noise. Being still in the midst of it all moves the heart in unexpected ways. I am thankful for the calm.
I yearn for the time away from the city, the hospital, the incessant culture of consumption. Are people of the land more or less appreciative of silence and simplicity? Perhaps one can only truly enjoy it (or exploit it perhaps) if one is immersed in the opposite. This surely must be akin to how our neuropsychiatric self is wired to experience depression and elation, joy and sorrow.
Regardless, we had a fantastic time, and, of course, Hannah slept through nearly the entire hike. Which is good, given that she’s not at the age yet of being able to appreciate and respond to the natural surrounding beauty. But, I can only hope that she will someday (soon!) be awestruck at God’s natural, creative, beauty that so grandly blesses us.
Well, it turns out that Hannah didn’t miss out on much by sleeping through most of the ascent and descent. When we arrived at the lake, we found that fog had set in and completely obscured visibility beyond 50 feet. We could barely perceive the frosted, snow-laden lake from the near-shore.
Today I went hiking in the Colubia Gorge. I picked the Ruckel Creek trail since it sounded less travelled and would offer some breathtaking views of the Gorge. Since this would be the first outing with the new digital camera, I wanted to maximize my photo op’s. Well, it turned out to be a fantastic workout, (a strenuous climb over 90% of the way up the 5 mile one-way trail). I was able to take a few pictures along the way, the most beautiful of the creek and another of a clearing that I encountered.
I was rained upon nonstop except for 2 hours of the hike, when it was snowing. Hehe. When I came across the spectacular viewpoints (along a high ridge) of the Gorge, the visibility wasn’t more than 50 feet. So, I didn’t get to see any of the Gorge. Nonetheless, it was a good time of solace and quiet (I didn’t see a single person until I had returned back to the trailhead). I think it’s ironic that I went on such a secluded hike, where I would see no one, when Holly and Hannah have been gone so long now. Being out there alone made me miss them even more.
I had to turn around about 1/2 a mile from the end of the trail since the snow was so deep. I was sliding backward as I climbed upward, and I realized that it wouldn’t be safe at all to keep climbing. One thing I learned, was that the campground near the trailhead, Eagle Creek Camground, was the first Forest Service campground in the United States, opening in 1916. This was when “car camping” got it start.
I need some fenders for my bike, at least a rear fender. It’s not fun arriving at work with a wet rear end. No fun at all. Hehe. I thought the gore-tex Nike running pants I bought would work, but I’m here to tell you today, that they don’t! ;)
Holly, Hannah, and I made the trek to Crater Lake this past weekend. I have always wanted to go, ever since my father (a geologist by education) put the notion into my little cranium 20 years ago about this beautiful lake within a huge crater from a volcano (a caldera to be TC - Technically Correct).
It’s about a 4.5 hour drive from PDX (5-5.5 hours if you drive the speed limit, I’d say) - perhaps I’m incriminating myself. Oh well. It is a beautiful drive through the mountains of Southern Oregon. Crater Lake itself, is the most beautiful piece of God’s handiwork that I’ve ever seen. Coming in from the north park entrance, one’s anticipation steadily grows as the drive takes you through the “Pumice Desert”, and then climes to the rim, to the first overlook. You scramble up the sandy path to the rim, and SHAZAM! There it is. The lake (6 miles wide at greatest diameter) is 1000 feet below, inaccessible, sans one VERY steep trail (climbing back up it is likened to climbing 65 successive flights of stairs). I didn’t know that the crater is from an eruption of Mt. Mazama, before which the mountain was the highest in Oregon, over 12,000 feet! From the rim, we hiked up to the Watchman Tower, where you can see the expanse of the lake, including Mt. Shasta in California.
Anyway, we camped for the first time with Hannah. We decided to “car camp” this time, since we didn’t want to find out on a backcountry backpacking trip that Hannah couldn’t handle it. Once she accepted the fact that she needed to climb in a sleeping back with either mom or dad to stay warm, she slept very well. I was able to assert myself, again, as “FIRE KING”, a man - more specifically, a man with a gift for creating and managing FIRES. ARRRRGGGHHHH! I also cooked a whole package of BACON over the fire in the morning for breakfast. I RULE! Hehe. Holly made some pancakes, we packed up the tent and campground, and we were off for the trip home. All in all, we were able to go on two short hikes and drive around the entire rim (over 30 miles!).
Now we’re back in PDX, and Nana (Holly’s mom Judy) is here for a visit this week. We’re really enjoying her company, and she’s helping a great deal with the remodeling of our condo (“after” photos will likely be posted).
I’m out for now. Happy sounds! - Peder
I was perusing some old photographs on Ofoto that I had taken from our summer 2000 New England camping/hiking/etc trip. The pictures in this post were from a hike we did while in New Hampshire’s White Mountains near Franconia Notch. Since we didn’t have the time that summer to hike the entire AT trail, we decided to hike to one of the well-maintained huts, the Greenleaf Hut via the Greenleaf Trail.
It was a great hike Holly and I did that day. I remember it was so steep with large rocks that we became convinced, through our fatigue, that we would never reach the hut. But, of course, we pressed on and found the hut and its view of Mount Lafayette to be beautiful and inspiring.
Once inside the hut, we enjoyed some warm apple cider and chatted with one of the staff, a French Canadian, who was spending her summer working at the hut.
The trip was incredible, and I snapped this picture on the way down from the hut via the Old Bridle Trail (ouch!). Can anyone tell me what this flower’s name is? Or, better yet, it’s genus and species? This one of the more beautiful pictures of plants that I’ve taken.
The dew on the petals makes the color and contrast even more striking. Isn’t it an amazing thing to admire something and not know what it’s called?
I’ll never forget this hike with you Holly. My best memories in life are with you.