Day 5: the sound of Silence. If you can believe it, everyone slept most of the afternoon. Seriously—well except for me. I drove. But I drove like a madman out of Albuquerque east through Texas foothills to the plains of Oklahoma. We’d hatched a plan: wear them out, put them in the car, drive until … Continue reading Enjoying the Sound of Silence. Day 5, we drive like crazy out of Alba cookie (Albuquerque), teach our 4 year old to graffiti Cadillacs, and see how a Big Texan brews craft beer
“Not even beautiful” my four year old’s opening comments as we entered the parking lot to the Grand Canyon Visitor Center. “I read a book about it,” she replied confidently. And that set the tone for the Grand Canyon. Day 3: Anybody want to guess whose toddler threw a temper tantrum on the edge of … Continue reading “Not even beautiful.” Day 3, Checking out the Grand Canyon with a ticked off 4 year old, trekking some majestic trails in Flagstaff, and oh yes, finally a brewery!
This story is dedicated to any parent who has had to give medicine to toddlers, and taking a dose as adults, and getting slightly off track in between. But don’t worry—there’s a happy ending. Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s begin. It started with horrific screams in the middle of the … Continue reading A Dose of Our Own Medicine: An ear infection, a few wrong turns at Nisene Marks, and everyone drinks Unicorn Tears
One nice thing about having children under the age of 5 in your home is that the idea of staying up late for New Year’s borders on the ridiculous. Why stay up until midnight when you can watch the ball drop in Time’s Square at 9pm (one benefit of being on the West Coast), and … Continue reading Carmel by the Sea: A New Year’s resolution reached, trails discovered, great beer tasted and Kurt Russell’s best role rediscovered
So I’ve been off the net for a bit. We had another baby, I picked up a lot more work, and things got a little chaotic. That’s not an excuse, just fact. (and while I'm at it, keeping your Christmas tree up until St. Patrick's Day is a thing, right?) Work with me here. The … Continue reading A Glass of Resilience: a Baby Born, an Old Path Rediscovered, and of Course Cold Beer
After Tri Santa Cruz I was back in the saddle once again! Racing, feeling strong, and ready for anything, I started making plans for future races. Maybe I could finally knock out an Olympic triathlon by season’s end or a half marathon! You name it-- anything was possible. And then reality hit me in the … Continue reading Back to Basics: A Path and a Pilsner