Sunday, November 22, 2020
"Sometimes we imprision ourselves with a narrative of self punishment."
Sunday, November 8, 2020
Let it go......
Sunday, November 1, 2020
Thursday, October 15, 2020
I love figs
Sunday, October 11, 2020
Anatomy of a crash
I hit a tree with my head yesterday. With the impending snow
storm scheduled to arrive today, I set out to do my favorite 20 mile mountain
bike ride. It was intended to be a “Grand Finale” ride of sorts. I’ve ridden over
1500 miles this season…mostly on my mountain bike…and this is a ride I have
done 9 times this season. A ride I love to do. A three hour tour complete with beautiful
views, suffer session climbing, technical rocky sections and glide-y, berm-ed
out downhills. It takes you high above
French Gulch…along a single track, back down across rocks and steams….down the
roller coaster Wire Patch trail, up Sally Barber Climb, up Nightmare on Baldy,
down True Romance and finally down the other side of Sallie Barber to the switchbacks of Barney Ford and the lower “whoop
section” (man-made rollers) to the super fun Barney Flow with features and
bridges etc… and lastly to the berm-ed out switch backs of Carter Park, ending
up in town and cruising back to the shop. The first part of the ride you only
see a few riders, the end of the ride is on well-traveled and loved trails just
above town. Generally, when I finish this ride, I feel somewhat depleted but
exhilarated from a long, challenging, fun ride.
The particular section (the top of Barney Ford Descent) where
I hit the tree, I have ridden 14 times this summer and fall. It is at the end
of the ride…and it’s a section I know well. it’s not super technical. It’s
pretty much a glide-y downhill with some easy switchbacks. I was cruising along
and enjoying the last part of the ride… focusing on having my butt over the
back of seat…my dropper post fully lowered…and grooving with the terrain. That
was when my wide enduro handlebars clipped the tree on the right and flung me
head first into it. I felt the impact on my head… and my neck and ear slam into
the tree…I saw stars. It happened so fast. I didn’t lose consciousness…I sat on
the ground for a moment and collected myself. I looked around. There were no
other riders or hikers. I picked myself up…straightened
out my bike…clipped back into my pedals and rode down to town.
I’m pretty sure I have a mild concussion. I have a headache, a sore head, scrapes on
the side of my face, on and in my ear and a nice welt on my shin. My neck is stiff,
my clavicle hurts…my helmet is cracked…but I am ok. It just started to snow.
Saturday, May 30, 2020
Monday, May 25, 2020
Geography of Bliss
A Book by Eric Weiner.
Our relationships with other people are more important than you think.
Sunday, May 24, 2020
100 Things:
Snow
Fog
Rain
Books
Lighthouses
Lobster Boats
Chamonix
Chambery
Beaufort
Annecy
Val d"Isere
Tignes
Lavigno
Bolzano...want to go!
La Thuile
La Rosiere
Courmayeur
The North End of Boston
Boylston Street
Paris
Portland, Maine
Cape Elizabeth, Maine
Breckenridge, CO
Monhegan Island
Sottocenere
Lindt Chocolate
Nougat
Croix de Savoie
Vin de Savoie
Crepes
Bananas
Coffee
Muffins, cakes, breads
A Farewell to Arms
A Moveable Feast
Tender at the Bone
Weilier Bike
Santa Cruz Mtn bike
Santa Cruz
Creede
Clearwater Farms
Rotating Tram in Courmayeur
Lake City
Crested Butte
Durango
Brevent Tram
Macarons
Aguille di Midi
Vallee Blanche
Pain de Beaufort
La Pignatta Tignes
Le Caveau
Hotel de Marmottes
Frangipane
Galettes
Prince cookies
T-bar
Hintertux
Altenmarkt
La Clusaz
Zermatt
Euro Breakfasts
Breakfast
Oats, bananas, coffee, bread & jam
Chambery
Rose Hospital
Anthropologie
Coffee
RN74
Mendocino
Half Moon Bay
Big Sur
Camden
Alford Lake Camp
Belfast
Restaurant in Courmayeur
Pizza in Annecy, Val d'Isere & Courmayeur
Restaurant in Zermatt
Maison Carrel on Italian mtn
Red Burgundy Villages: Cote de Nuit, Gevry Chambertin, Morey St Denis, Ladoix, Nuit St Georges
White Burgundy villages: Meursault, Puligny Montrachet, Chassagne Montrachet
Beaune
Hotel Le Cep
Barolo
Alba
Barbera
Bread & Honey
Blueberry Cake
Cracked Apple Cookies/ Scratch bakery
Reds
Vignola
Piatti
Indian Food
IVF
Adoption
Termination Septo Optic Dysplasia heterscopy
Vaso Previa
World Cup
Jam First Chair Jam
Colorado Palisade Peaches
Strawberry Pie
Lobster Roll
Fly Fishing
The "Art" of things
Buckwheat Pancakes
Cinnamon Twists
Ginergerbread House
Sugarloaf
The Rack
Gretchen's Ginger Cookies
Coq au Vin
Frank Llloyd Wright
Country Club
The Cove
Higgins Beach, Scarborough Beach, Casino Beach, Willard Beach, Cliff House Beach
Yoga
Meditation
Big Mtn Contests
Finn
Kenny
Mom
Dad
Tony
John
Chris
Jen
Kyle
Violaine
KB
Cathy
Kim
Elaine
Soni
Sam
Martha
Kent
Mary
Gretchen, Brinn, Courtney
Bookclub
Andy
Bill
Darren
Kevin
Scott
Brett
Franny
Alto
Love
Happiness
Journaling
Walking
skiing
mtn biking
road biking
Santa Fe
Cafe Pasquales
Georgia O'Keefe
NYC
Impressionist at the Met
Pasquale Jones
The Refinery Hotel
Central Park
Buvette
Europe
France, Italy, Switzerland
Baking
Cooking
Wine
Cheese
Chocolate
Passion
Desire
Life
Family
Surfers
Ocean
Mountains
Maine
Friends
Lovers
Saturday, May 23, 2020
Maine Blueberry Cake!
I may not be able to be in Maine right now...but it is in my heart and in my thoughts.
Preheat over to 350*
1/4 cup applesauce
1/4cup vegetable oil
Just under 1 cup granulated sugar
1/2 cup buttermilk
2 eggs
1 tablespoon vanilla extract
1/2 cup plus 2 tablespoons all purpose flour
1/2 cup spelt flour
1/2 cup white whole wheat flour
1/2 cup old fashioned oats
1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon kosher salt
1 or 2 tablespoons black chia seeds
2 cups of frozen Maine blueberries sprinkle w/ 2 tablespoons of flour
Fold batter into a prepared (I use pam baking spray) Springform pan.
Sprinkle with 2 tablespoons of sugar.
Bake for 50 minutes.
For Blueberry Almond Cake:
Cut Spelt flour to 1/4 cup. Add 1/4 cup Almond Flour.
Cut Vanilla to 1 teaspoon and add & 1/4 teaspoon almond extract.
Yummmmmmm!! Yankee Mainer goodness. :)
Friday, May 15, 2020
Best Cookies Ever!!!
Preheat Oven to 350*
Lightly Grease 2 cookie sheets
Ingredients:
1/3 cup unsalted butter
1/3 cup applesauce
1/2 cup light brown sugar
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1 egg
1 teaspoon vanilla
1/2 cup peanut butter
1 & 1/2 cup All Purpose Flour
1/2 cup old fashioned oats
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 Cup Chocolate Chips
Beat together the butter, sugars, egg, applesauce, vanilla & peanut butter until smooth.
In a separate bowl whisk together flour, baking soda & salt.
Add 1/2 to the peanut butter mixture. Mix until incorperated.
Add oats.
Mix.
Add second 1/2 of flour mixture.
Mix until incorportated.
Add chocolate chips.
Drop by heaping teaspoons onto the prepared baking sheets. 2 inches apart.
Bake for 10-11 minutes until lightly browned.
Remove from oven & cool on rack.
Makes @ 20 cookies.
Serve with a cold mug of milk. Dip & enjoy!! :)
Sunday, April 26, 2020
Santa Cruz 1993
I know the zone you speak about
where everything's in place
I know the zone the speak about when triumph
come from grace
I've seen it at its slowed down pace
Imminently pure
I've seen it and my father's face
I want to see it more
I've seen it in the surfer's stance
Perfection to the shore
I've seen it and the surfer's stance
Dancing the ocean score.
I want to ride a wave like you
Confident and secure
Saturday, April 25, 2020
Tres vrais
Chamonix 2020
"There is something about safari life that makes you forget all your sorrows and feel as if you had drink half a bottle of Champagne bubbling over with gratitude for being alive."
Sunday, April 19, 2020
Memory
You're just a memory of a love
That used to mean so much to me
You're just a memory girl
You're just a sweet memory
And it used to mean so much to me
~Rolling Stones
Thursday, April 16, 2020
Thoreau for a Moment
Mid-life Crisis
and the table perfectly level
I cut you out of my life
and pasted you in that book I put away in the cabinet
Who'll be my role model now that my role model is gone?
He ducked back down the alley
With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl
All along, along
There were incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations
~Paul Simon
Sending you love today. This world is a crazy place ...and hard to wrap your head around sometimes. Other times life seems to go by like a normal chain of events, then all of a sudden things happen and you are standing there wondering if this is all a greater master plan...and you are just fodder. What is your role? Do you have a role? Is everything just coming at you as a lesson? I feel like I'm learning a lot these days...and then the next it just seems to be this great scam. Turning what you thought you knew on its head. Reality keeps changing in the versions of your mind.
Tuesday, April 14, 2020
Get Lost
you learn the subtle difference between
Holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn love doesn't mean leaning and
company doesn't always mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't always promises
and you begin to accept your defeats with your
head up and your eyes ahead with the grace of a woman,
not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground is too certain for plans
and futures have a wayof falling down mid-flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong
and you really do have worth and you learn
and you learn with every goodbye you learn.
~The Get Lost Girls
Sunday, April 12, 2020
Lyrics
I miss the taste of you, red hearts and the dust of June
Oh I miss the taste of you
GAI: Shades of Blue
Been thinking you probably should stay
Yeah, I think you probably should stay
And our dreams on the windowsill (windshield)
See those trees turning gold in the hills
Mumford & Sons: Monster
So here we come
To a place of no return
Your is the face, that makes my body burn
Friday, April 10, 2020
Have you ever heard the sound of a mountain melting?
Le Dru in January. It was off to the right as we finished the Vallee Blanche. You could hear the crackle...the steady persistent stream of rocks falling...the continued erosion from the gracier receding. The melting of the mountain. It sounded like heavy rain mixed with locomotive headway. A meditiative reverberation of the inevitable progression of time.
Life is easier if you choose it to be so
My fucked up brain
Why does it fool me?
Why does it take me to places that hurt?
Life is easier if you choose it to be so.
Damn
Most of the time
I'm clear focused all around
Most of the time
I can keep both feet on the ground
I can follow the path
I can read the signs
Stay right with it
When the road unwinds
I can handle whatever
I stumble upon
I don't even notice
He's gone
Most of the time
Most of the time
It's well understood
Most of the time
I wouldn't change it if I could
I can't make it all match up
I can hold my own
I can deal with the situation
Right down to the bone
I can survive,
And I can endure
And I don't even think
About him
Most of the time
Most of the time
My head is on straight
Most of the time
I'm not strong enough to hate
I don't build up illusion
'till it makes me sick
I ain't afraid of confusion
No matter how thick
I can smile in the face
Of mankind
Don't even remember
What his lips felt like on mine
Most of the time
Most of the time
He ain't even in my mind
I wouldn't know him if I saw him
He's that far behind
Most of the time
I can't even be sure
If he was ever with me
Or if I was ever with him
Most of the time
I'm halfway content
Most of the time
I know exactly where it all went
I don't cheat on myself
I don't run and hide
Hide from the feelings
That are buried inside
I don't compromise
And I don't even care
If I ever see him again
Most of the time
~Bob Dylan
Riding Bikes
Thursday, April 9, 2020
Kubla Khan
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Though caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast think pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's fail:
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the scared river.
Five miles meandering with maxy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sunk in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingling measure
From a fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleaseure-dome with caves of ice!
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on the dulcimer she play'd,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Angel From Montgomery
My old man is another child that's growm old
If dreams were lightning, thunder were desire
This old house would have burnt down a long time ago
Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery
Make me a poster of an old rodeo'
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go
When I was a young girl well, I had me a cowboy
He weren't much to look at, just a free rambling man
But that was a long time ago and no matter how I try
The years just flow by like a broken down dam
Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go
There's flies in the kitchen I can hear 'em buzzing
And I ain't done nothing since I woke up today
How the hell can a person go to work in the morning
And come home in the evening and have nothing to say
Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go
~John Prine
Wednesday, April 8, 2020
Speed of the Sound of Loneliness
You come on big when you're feeling small
You come home straight and you come home curly
Sometimes you don't come home at all
So what in the world's come over you
And what in heaven's name have you done
You've broken the speed of the sound of loneliness
You're out there running just to be on the run
Well I've got a heart that burns with a fever
And I got a worried and a jealous mind
How can a love that'll last forever
Get left so far behind
It's a mighty mean and a dreadful sorrow
It's crossed the evil line today
Well, how can you ask about tomorrow
We ain't got one word to day
You're out there running just to be on the run
You're out there running just to be on the run
How'd you know that John Prine?
Tuesday, April 7, 2020
Monday, April 6, 2020
Sunday, April 5, 2020
This past year was a wild journey filled with amazing adventures...and most of them super fun. ;) Abraham Lincoln said: "It's not the years in your life that count; it's the life in your years." And I'm fully on board with that. Gunna keep skiing the mountains, riding bikes, taking chances...surfing the waves.