tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2093144212424392212024-02-19T10:11:03.245-07:00Living the DreamAmoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04211914742899419810noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-209314421242439221.post-53184786307253592642010-03-28T16:58:00.003-06:002010-03-28T17:02:18.889-06:00Why I Support the Health Care ReformI truly believe that health care is a basic human right and quality of the health care should have no bearing on your income level. This health care should include (even emphasis) preventative care, routine checkups and screening. The way our health care system is currently structured this necessitates that we need to insure that everyone has access to health insurance, and therefore health care that they can afford. Because I believe so strongly that this is a human right and also because I believe that people are suffering because of the current (as of last week) state of the system, I am excited and hopeful for the health care reform. No, I do not agree with all of the bill but I am humble enough to accept that concessions on my behalf at least now have to opportunity to help some, even many that are currently suffering.Amoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04211914742899419810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-209314421242439221.post-19810446631172775312010-01-26T14:41:00.001-07:002010-01-26T14:42:20.546-07:00The Third Flatiron!Last Friday I had to run down to Boulder to pick up my new (used) skis. Well, I hate to waste a trip to the front range so Brent and I cooked up the idea of climbing the Standard Route on the Third Flatiron. According to the guide book, this may be the best 5.4 route in the world. This route has been on my list for many years now. The route itself is really easy. In fact, I have seen a picture of someone climbing it in roller skates! The draw of this route is it's length. The guide book lists it as 8 pitches long and I think the route is roughly 800 feet of elevation gain. Pretty long route, especially for these current short days. For conservative estimates, we tend to allow about an hour per pitch on route we have not been on. So the plan was set for Brent to pick me up at 6am and hope our fingers don't freeze off. The weatherman predicted a high of mid 30's and some clouds but no wind! Oh, and this faces due east so it goes into the shade around noon, making it pretty cold.<br />
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As usual, Brent showed up at 6:10 and we were on the road by 6:15. We rolled into the parking lot at about 7:10 and boy was it frosty! The sun was supposed to be up at 7:18 but with all the clouds out east, it didn't matter. We donned the packs and headed out into the frosty dawn. Soon we encountered the most scary aspect of the whole day: icy trails. I spent quite a bit of time regretting not bringing my shoe chains. Unfortunately, I left the camera on the kitchen table so all I have to show for the day is these crappy cell phone pics. It looks like I need to clean my lens! Here is Brent on the icy approach. It looks mellow but the trail part was pure ice and falling in those boulders would probably leave a mark.<br />
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</div>We arrived at the base of the climb, racked up and cast off, leaving right at 8am. I took the first pitch and headed off into a sea of rolling pink granite. Trip reports on the web talk about people doing massive runouts and placing only 4 pieced on a pitch. Being a sissy, I was pretty skeptical that this was true or reasonable. However, it was true. The climbing was so easy and secure.10 minutes and three pieces later I was at the huge bolt marking the first belay. I clipped in and yelled off belay. Brent looks a little confused and yells back that I still have half the rope left. Allrighty! Lets see if I can get to the next belay and wrap these two pitches together. 2 more pieces and another 10 minutes and I find the next belay with 2 feet of rope to spare. I back the huge bolt up with a cam, and call down to Brent. He runs up the slab, cleaning the 6 pieces of pro in 200 feet of climbing. Two pitches in a little over a half an hour! We were rocking! Now if the sun would just burn off the clouds.<br />
Brent takes the rack for the next pitch. After a bit he find the bolt marking the next belay. Since he still had about half a rope left he also decides to try to wrap two pitches into one. Unfortunately, the second half did not go quite as smooth. Since there is no distinct path, it is hard to find the bolts marking the belays and he kind of got a little lost looking for the next bolt. And then he ran out of rope. But after a bit of simulclimbing and traversing around he finally landed on the bolt and brought me up. By this time the sun had burned through the clouds and we stopped shivering.<br />
The rest of the route was pretty much more of the same. I managed to wrap the next two pitches into one. Then it was a short wandering pitch for Brent and finally my last pitch to the summit. The last 30 feet to the summit did grab my attention. It turned into a fairly smooth slab with no options for gear. This bit of the route does get an R rating but it went fine. Here is a shot of Brent pulling up to the summit.<br />
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</div>We reached the summit right at noon. The summit of the Third Flatiron is pretty spectacular. You literally tower over the plains to the east. It is small and exposed. In this picture you can see the First Flatiron just to the right of my hand. The summit we are on is similar but smaller and higher.<br />
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</div>And here is a shot looking east.<br />
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</div>Sorry there are not more pics. I was hesitant to pull out my phone during the climb because it is kind of hard to hold onto sometimes. Anyhow, the excitement was not over yet. It takes three somewhat short but still exciting raps to get back to the ground. The hike back to the car took 2.5 more hours because of the treacherous icy conditions on the trail. Brent was literally crab-walking down the trail for a good half mile.<br />
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We got back to the car with that proud summit feeling and met Molly at Mountain Sun for some burgers and brews to celebrate. Being an relatively new Colorado resident I am still enthralled that we can get on an 8 pitch route in January. In Iowa, the cold made it hard to climb 50 feet!Amoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04211914742899419810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-209314421242439221.post-92171413768397115922010-01-26T13:15:00.000-07:002010-01-26T13:15:28.833-07:00New Skis!Well, I finally made the switch from Tele skis to AT skis. For those not familiar with the difference, Tele skis (typically) use rigid plastic boots but the heel is never attached. This allows you to cruise along on the flats and climb up hills with skins. Here is Molly's Tele setup.<br />
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AT (aka Alpine Touring) also use rigid plastic boots but the heel can be fastened or released with the flip of a lever. The idea is that you release your heel for skinning up the hill and then lock it down for the downhill parts. Here are my new (used) AT binding and my super sexy new (also used) boots. Here the heel is locked down<br />
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</div>Here the heel is freed by flipping that black lever up<br />
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</div>I tried a season of Tele and never really felt confident on them. In fact, I never had any fun on 'em. I was always fearing crashing of plowing into trees. This morning Molly and I took the new skis and AT binding out for a test run, though we had a hard time finding enough snow. Ski Road was melted out so we headed to Hidden Valley. The snow there was pretty patchy but we managed to find a small hill to take a couple runs on. Right away, I was sold. Skinning up was easier because the binding actually pivots during the stride instead of just bending the boot. And skiing with your heels actually attached is so much easier! Sorry to all you hardcore Tele guys but I am too lazy and uncoordinated. Oh, another huge benefit is that AT bindings will actually release in a bad crash, saving your knees from an early retirement.Amoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04211914742899419810noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-209314421242439221.post-58968078498005832682010-01-14T14:02:00.000-07:002010-01-14T14:02:39.219-07:00Salud and Magic Chrome Plated on the PearLast Tuesday, Brent and I busted out for a long climb out on the Pear, up at Lumpy. The weather was supposed to be great, at least for January. 50 deg, sunny and just a touch of wind. Sounds perfect! <br />
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The classic route on the Pear is a route has the strange name of Magical Chrome Plated Semi-Automatic Enema Syringe. It is 5 pitches long but most people only do the first two pitches and then walk off on a huge ledge to the left. Way back in 2002 (I think) I did the first two pitches with Molly and Mike. In fact, here is a pic from way back when. Whew, look at how short my hair is!<br />
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The last November, Brent and I did the first two pitches again, this time a different way. It was about time to finish this route and do the final three pitches to the top. Since we had done the first two pitches we opted for a different route to start with. It landed on the same ledge as Magic Chrome did so we would just link up with it there. This alternate start is called Salud and goes at about 5.8. This route starts on a ledge that the guide book says you get to by an easy 3rd class scramble. Well, it is probably mellow without snow but with snow, it is pretty scary! It's funny how the approach can often be scarier than the climb itself. Here is Brent negotiating the worst of it.<br />
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This scary snow climb in tennies is followed by tunneling under boulder, complete with ice and snow.<br />
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Finally, it was time to climb! I struck out on the first pitch which was a mixture of bolts and gear. Wow, it was a really nice climb. Run out in the easy spots but gear just where you needed it. I should note that this what my first climb in my new shoes, TC Pro's. I was not sure how they would work so I ended up bringing my old trusty 5.10's along also. In fact, I chickened out and wore my 5.10's up the first pitch. I sure did not want to find out that the new ones were not that great on a run out 5.8 slab climb! Here is a shot looking down towards Brent on the first pitch.<br />
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And Brent pulling up onto the belay<br />
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Me at the belay. By the way, you can read about my little green pack <a href="http://amospatrick.blogspot.com/2010/01/ultimate-lumpy-pack.html">here<br />
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Well, as usual, I forgot to take any more pics until Brent grabbed the camera when we were on the summit. The route was great. Most of the pitches were pretty easy with one last semi-hard section on the last pitch (5.7). Here are a collection of summit shots. Oh, and the TC Pro's are SICK. I have not climbed in LaSportiva rubber in a long time. These puppies stuck like velcro to the rock. Very pleased with them<br />
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The rap off the summit was this cool drop into a corridor behind the pear. This looks like a great spot for some summer climbing.<br />
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Living in Estes Park, I find that I spend a considerable amount of time climbing up at Lumpy Ridge. Typically the routes I like to climb are longer than a pitch and require a walk off. Further, it should be noted that I am a slow climber and hate to get up early. If you combine these variables with typical Colorado summer weather (storms in the afternoon) you may start to see how my climbs usually culminate: hunkering down on a ledge hoping that I don't get hit by lightening, followed by a downhill suffer-fest descent in my too-tight climbing shoes. During the colder months I get to trade the fear of lightening for shivers and enjoy the added element of snow on the walk-off. If you have not experienced wading though snow in your climbing shoes you should definitely try it. It will change your life.<br />
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So now imagine you are standing at the bottom of a climb that may take 2-6 hours. The weather is either A) looking like it may storm or B) warm enough when you are moving but induces tremors when sitting. The descent is a steep, loose gully that may or may not have snow in it. Harder men than I will simply say climb fast and quit your whining. I am not a hard man so I am stuck with either trying to hang my jacket and shoes off my harness (fail) or wearing my approach pack containing only a pair of shoes and a jacket (awkward).<br />
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This very situation was presented to me last November while standing at the base of the Pear. As usual I opted for the hard-man approach. And, as usual, it sucked. During the walk out when the shivering had stopped and I had regained feeling in my feet I decided there had to be a better way. I poked around Neptune's, checking out the climbing packs but none of them really matched what I wanted. I wanted something that will simply carry my descent shoes, a jacket, and perhaps a headlamp but does not require me to carry two packs to go climbing. I wanted a something that was a pack when I needed to to be but otherwise took up very little space or weight.<br />
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Thus an idea was spawned. Why not make my own pack? I have been messing around with sewing my own lightweight backpacking gear so why not apply that to my climbing pack? The specs were simple:<br />
1) Must be able to carry my Chaco's in the summer, approach tennies in the spring/fall, and boots in the winter<br />
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2) Must be able to carry my rain jacket in the summer, soft shell in the spring/fall, and down vest or polartec jacket in the winter (I wear my soft shell while climbing in the winter)<br />
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3) Must not interfere with my sissy-sized (i.e. large) trad rack or chalk bag and must not hinder arm movement.<br />
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So the R&D began and I quickly realized that the shoes could be used to create the frame of the pack if packaged correctly. Further, I wanted the shoes as near to my back as possible since they will be the heaviest item in the pack. I ended up with a "burrito" style closure with heavy duty velcro, directly inspired by Timbuc2 messenger bags. It was important that I could get to the jacket without accidentally dropping the shoes, so the shoes are buckled to the pack while the jacket (and headlamp if needed) is stuffed into a large pocket on one of the closure flaps. All this is packaged up nicely with a top and bottom lid and sealed with one of those awesome and indestructible Metolius buckles that you find on their crash pads. For materials I used Cordura 1000d (green) for the outside and 330d (black) for the inside. This pack may stop a bullet. I also added some wicking fabric to the parts of the pack that touch me. Finally I added a strong attachment point (the red loop) and quick release buckles to the shoulder straps. I went back and forth on the buckles quite a bit. Last thing I want is for this pack to fall off in the middle of a climb. Ultimately I decided that it would be pretty unlikely for both buckles to come undone and it would make it easier to remove the pack if I had thrown a bunch of slings over my shoulder. Plus, the pack is so short that it is sometimes hard to get it your arm in and out of the shoulder strap, especially when squeezed onto a small belay ledge.<br />
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OK, enough chit-chat. Lets get some eye candy. Here is what the pack looks like for my summer set-up. It will carry my trusty Chaco's (with the gum for emergency situations) and my Mt Hardwear Epic rain jacket on the left. I could easily add a cliff bar and a headlamp also. Note the sandals are securely strapped in and will not fall out when accessing the pocket.<br />
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To seal up the pack you flip the jacket flap over the shoes like this:<br />
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The flip the other flap over and seal it up with the buckle. It this pic you can also see the strong attachment point and the wicking fabric on the inside of the shoulder straps.<br />
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And finally a couple pics of me looking awkward while wearing the pack. Note how is rides high so as not to interfere with my harness/chalk bag and is narrow enough to not limit my arm movements. Note to self, need to shorten that strap. In the second pic, it looks like I did not have it tightened up enough. It is kind of low. But it shows how thick the pack is.<br />
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I found that I can kind of turn it inside out and make a nice little package with it. Not sure the final weight but it is quite light and packs down nicely. I would say it is comparable to my Patagonia Ascensionist softshell, which weighs in at 18 oz. Here are a couple pics of the pack when not in use. <br />
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Well, theory is great but what about practical application? I guess I'll have to go out and climb something. Bummer! Since I was inspired on the Pear, I though it was only fitting to try it out on the Pear. Fortunately, we got a perfect January day last Tuesday. 50 degrees, no clouds and only a bit of wind. Gotta love winters in Colorado. It was exactly what the pack was designed for. I had my tennies for the approach and descent, both of which had quite a bit of snow to negotiate. On the descent we were wading through knee deep snow in the corridor behind the Pear. It would of been rough in climbing shoes, especially since the route was about 700' long. For a jacket, I had my Patagonia Ascensionist softshell. Which also worked out perfect because the wind kicked up. Here is a pic of the pack before liftoff.<br />
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And a shot showing the pack after the first pitch<br />
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You can see more pics from the climb <a href="http://amospatrick.blogspot.com/2010/01/salud-and-magic-chrome-plated-on-pear.html">here</a>.<br />
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Final Verdict? Pretty sweet. I never felt like it was in the way. In fact, I hardly noticed it at all. It would probably be a bummer in a chimney but what can you do about that? I do wish I would of put a zippered compartment on it somewhere to hold my headlamp and cliff bar. It felt like they could slip out of the jacket pocket when I was pulling out my jacket. The easy solution is to just zip them up in my jacket. In the hotter months I'll probably have to carry water but a smaller bottle like you carry on your bike will fit nicely in the jacket pocket. A little elastic loop may be on order to keep it upright. Also, I wish it had a more convenient handle.<br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/4275020548/" title="DSCN0737 by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img alt="DSCN0737" height="220" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4040/4275020548_5717173cb7.jpg" width="500" /></a>Amoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04211914742899419810noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-209314421242439221.post-22494297132065214622009-12-28T13:42:00.002-07:002009-12-28T14:09:15.339-07:00New Years Resolution...OK, you may be able to guess it. After being inspired by Joe's blog I am going to blow the dust off this baby and see if I can breathe some life back into it. I feel bad because there has been so much to write about. However, I am just going to start clean. Here are some quick predictions as to what the next year will bring....<br /><br />Winter has come to the mountains and I think I may now have a partner who is pumped to get in it. Brent and I have been starting to accrue the needed gear. I scored a killer pair of winter mountaineering boots on Mountain Project. Still on the lookout of a pair of used ice tools. Doug mentioned selling me his but he may of been joking. How rad would it be to have Snivley's old ice tools!<br /><br />Along those same lines, I just watched a movie with my nephews about these guys back country snowboarding. Wow, it pumped me up. Heck it even pumped Molly up! It is called "On my own two feet". I am ready to burn those stupid tele-skis and commit to my board. Sorry Arnold! Furthermore, the movie has the nephews pumped up for spring break. There is big talk of a 4 day igloo/back country snowboarding trip and I am starting to scout locations. It'll probably be in the Indian Peaks area.<br /><br />Every time I go out rock climbing I fall in love with it even more. I have lofty goals for this year. My head is starting to catch up with my strength (I hope). I have a 5.11d trad route picked out as a project. Brent is pumped to get onto some long alpine route. Perhaps the Diamond is on the list but it still seems too daunting to say it out loud. I'll definitely be hiking back up to Castleton with Joe in the spring. I would like to get up a 5.12d sport route called Psychatomic. And this is all on top of an ever growing hit list of routes in Lumpy!<br /><br />As for work, this coming year is shaping up to be a make-or-break year. Our software is finally going to be released in March. All indications point to it being a great success but you never know. If it is just a fizzle... well, I suppose I could always go back to school and finish my PhD.<br /><br />Hmmm, what else. We'll probably get a new truck before the end of the year. Molly has been swimming 4 times a week and is talking about a triathlon. <br /><br />Hang on! It is gonna be a good year!Amoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04211914742899419810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-209314421242439221.post-26281283188818664002009-06-12T10:44:00.003-06:002009-06-12T10:47:30.010-06:00New gaming interactionCheck out this sweet video that Microsoft released. Granted, much of it seems simulated but the vision is awesome. I am anxious to see how much of this is "real".<br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fMb0LSsRnWk&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fMb0LSsRnWk&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />Of course Sony has some new stuff too. Their video isn't as slick as the xBox but the tech demo seems more realistic.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bgLN7uOj8Jg&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bgLN7uOj8Jg&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Amoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04211914742899419810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-209314421242439221.post-13804080898834872782009-06-12T10:41:00.003-06:002009-06-12T10:43:19.219-06:00Interesting VR IdeaI came across this video which shows an interesting idea for "fish tank" vr. Note there is not stereo (shutter) glasses but because of the head tracking you still get a really nice stereo effect. May have to try this with the Wimote head tracking.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qh84HnBDSnc&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qh84HnBDSnc&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Amoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04211914742899419810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-209314421242439221.post-84788252364519124262009-06-04T21:11:00.003-06:002009-06-04T21:38:23.727-06:00"Science leads you to killing people"OK, so I always though Ben Stein was a reasonably bright guy even though I was not too impressed with his "Expelled" movie. But then I came across the most amazing quote from him... "Science leads to killing people". Now I know what you are thinking because I would think the same thing with a quote this ... nuts. It must be taken out of context or made up. That I why I am posting the video here. His is talking about the holocaust.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dydfkiC4xumYnTMwAA9M8e2idrc-GCAfYUopeBPqsGGP2w1jJBGD7wbWIG3yTO1jWX0PhOyWOw93SJ783lqZA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />I find it incredible, even astounding that he would say something like that. It is even more appalling that the interviewer agrees with him. Tomorrow as you go through your day take note of all things in your life that have been created (or at least enhance) by science. The food you eat, the car you drive, most likely your lively hood are all affected by science. In fact, I cannot think of a single aspect of life that has not been affected by science. If Stein wants to maintain any credibility he has two choices. Take it back or simply start a movement where he treats science like vegans treat meat.<br /><br />On second thought, neither of these would restore any credibility. His ship has sailed.Amoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04211914742899419810noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-209314421242439221.post-46492566814859699322009-05-20T19:33:00.004-06:002009-05-20T21:14:41.496-06:00Mainliner!!So the Foxes came to town and that means a lot of partying, very little sleep, and excessive amounts of climbing. For those that don't know Jim and Julie (and fam, now!), they are a great couple we met back in Iowa a few years ago. Jim and I climbed a ton together back there. We went at least a full year of climbing outside every week, rain or shine. This is quite a feat, considering how cold it can get in Iowa! Many 5am starts in subzero temperatures.<br /><br />Anyhow, with Jim in town I wanted to do something pretty big. Jim is a solid trad climber and we have had lots of fun climbing together at the Red in KY (where they currently live), but we have never been on anything longer that two pitches. We had talked about doing some alpine stuff in the park but after getting some beta from a local guide we decided to switch our target to something in Lumpy. When looking at Lumpy ridge from town, the climbs with the longest approach are on the Sundance Buttress, so naturally, we had to climb that. Plus it is the most imposing looking buttress on the ridge, except for maybe the twin owls. The classic route up the buttress is a 6 pitch 5.9 called Mainliner. Perfect! I had been eying this climb for a while now but it is pretty committing so it was nice to have a partner that was pumped to get on something big. <br /><br />We set the alarms for 4:30 am and then made the poor choice of partying until after midnight. The wake up was painful but we managed to be at the trail head by about 5:15 with a belly full of oatmeal. Here we are getting ready for the hike<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/3542384319/" title="IMG_3488 by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3318/3542384319_c10b4d6186.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_3488" /></a><br /><br />We cruised along the Black Canyon trail, passing the familiar turns to the Book and the Pear. After about an hour we arrived at our turn to Sundance.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/3543182516/" title="IMG_3493 by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2373/3543182516_bcf515abe3.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_3493" /></a><br /><br />Up to here the trail had been pretty flat but after the turn, you were rudely reminded that you are in the Rockies. Another half an hour of hard hiking ushered us to the base of the buttress, where it was surprisingly cold. The hike and late night was not agreeing with Jim so I got to take the first lead. Here is Jim at the base of the climb as we are getting ready to start.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/3543189556/" title="IMG_3495 by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3566/3543189556_ef6637da2f.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_3495" /></a><br /><br />The route started with a hard layback right off the deck but then quickly eased to fun climbing with good gear. You can see the starting crack on the far right of the picture. It has been a while since in have lead trad on such steep rock but the holds were good and you could get pro anywhere you wanted. Unfortunately, even with Eli's great description of the route (<a href="http://climbinglife.com/lumpy-ridge-and-estes-rock/sundance/mainliner-9.html">here</a>) I still managed to get suckered off route in a crack that blanked out 15 feet shy of the belay. Looking down, it was obvious that I should of traversed to the left much lower but now I was committed. Up looked hard and runout so I focused on a delicate traverse to the good holds about 12 feet to the left. Unfortunately, this zig zag path was going to cause some serious rope drag plus put Jim in a serious position if he were to fall following the traverse. The only way to avoid it was to run it out as much as I dared before putting in some gear. Fortunately, the holds were good and I managed a fairly respectable runout. After a bomber nut and an airy traverse back to the right, I arrived at the first belay ledge, a tiny stance just above a roof (just visible in at the top of the picture). To me, this felt like a long pitch. I would guess it to be pretty close to 50m.<br /><br />Jim climbed up and cursed his way thought the traverse. He spent some time at the cramped belay ledge trying to gather his cookies. The altitude, partying, and long hike was conspiring against him but a power bar and water brought him around, and once he started the second pitch he began to find his rhythm.<br /><br />Pitch 2 started out on low angled rock that was loaded with good crystals making the climbing easy. After about 50 feet it gets steep again and you have to pull through a steep but short crack to gain a series of small ledges. Eli's page said to go 100' to a ledge but in retrospect, I think we should of gone further. Our first belay might of been lower than his. Anyhow, Jim found a nice ledge at 100' and brought me up. By this time, I had the whole body shivers going. Full on convulsions from the cold. All I could do was sit there and watch the sun slowly creep towards us and hope the cold wind would die down.<br /><br />This ledge put us at a crack that leads up to the famous stem box. After some head scratching we realized that we must of been too short on our pitches because Eli's page describes this as part of the second pitch. Even more glorious that the stem box was the sun hitting the rock about 10 feet above the ledge. I re-racked quickly and jammed my way into the to warm embrace of the sunlight. The stem box was some pretty cool climbing with awesome small nut placements. It would probably be tough if you were short, though. I wished I had done some stretching before getting into it.<br /><br />I set a belay at the base of a steep hand crack leading into a left facing corner, which matched Eli's description of pitch 3 and brought up Jim. This pitch felt pretty short, probably less than 100'. Here are some shots of Jim coming though the stem box. <br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/3543183032/" title="IMG_3498 by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3417/3543183032_7b6a1eeefe.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_3498" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/3543193686/" title="IMG_3499 by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2392/3543193686_7f1fea98cb.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_3499" /></a><br /><br />And rolling up to the belay<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/3543184412/" title="IMG_3501 by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2431/3543184412_931acb44a3.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_3501" /></a><br /><br />Jim took the rack and tackled the steep crack in style. We both agreed that this was the crux of the route. Here is Jim working it<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/3543190114/" title="IMG_3504 by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3596/3543190114_1e9df3e803.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_3504" /></a><br /><br />After about 100' he set a belay on a nice sloping ledge and brought me up. I took the rack and headed off, hoping to get to the top of the route. After about 30 feet of moderate climbing the difficulty eased. But then I ran into the final crack. A wide flaring crack. I took off into it but only had one big cam left. I managed to get about halfway though it before I had to place it. I kept scooting up hoping to find some smaller stuff that I could protect but it became obvious that I was going to need some more big stuff to protect it. So I down climbed it, set a belay and brought up Jim. Here is a Jim joining me at the belay. He is still a bit cold.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/3542382935/" title="IMG_3506 by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2332/3542382935_e0d8a46879.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_3506" /></a><br /><br />Jim quickly made his way up the flaring, wide grunt fest and gained the easy slabs above. He lassoed a tree and brought me up. Victory! Here we are pumped to be on top<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/3542381563/" title="IMG_3508 by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2044/3542381563_51f2b55e86.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_3508" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/3542387391/" title="IMG_3509 by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3647/3542387391_3605a74f22.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_3509" /></a><br /><br />The descent was as advertised, exposed 4 class steps. I sure would not want to do that in the rain. The hike out was long and hot with a nice surprise, Molly was waiting on the trail below the Pear to cheer us on. Then it was off to Ed's for fish tacos and a cold brew. What a day!<br /><br />Stats for the nerds out there. Approach took us 1.5 hours. My watch died during the ascent so I am not sure of the rest of the times. We left the TH at 5:30 am and were back to the car around 4pm. For a rack we had double cam up through the blue and a good selection of nuts. This route has awesome nut placements throughout.Amoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04211914742899419810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-209314421242439221.post-90102381977104523072009-05-20T19:23:00.003-06:002009-05-20T19:27:06.144-06:00Ski VidA few weeks ago Brent, Molly and I headed up into the snowy back country of RMNP for some skiing (Molly and I) and snowshoeing (Brent). Simply put, we had a blast. We just got a fresh dump of snow and the weather was perfect. You could not ask for a better day. We did the usual Flattop tour up the Flattop trail for a bit then coming down the easy north-east slopes to join the trail that goes to Notchtop. Here is a vid I made of the trip.<br /><br /><object width="576" height="432" ><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1135634504724" /><embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1135634504724" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="576" height="432"></embed></object>Amoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04211914742899419810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-209314421242439221.post-3847098256842342532009-04-20T21:10:00.008-06:002009-05-20T19:31:16.125-06:00Time Lapse VideoTime lapse photography is one of those things that I have been wanting to try out for quite a while now and I finally got around to it. This involves setting up a tripod with your digital camera on it and taking several pictures at regular intervals for a long period of time and then string them together in a video. What I have never been able to figure out is how to get the camera to take pictures at a regular interval without having to sit there and push the button or lug a laptop around. However, though the power of the internet I recently discovered that I can actually turn my old TI-85 calculator (yes, calculator) into a intervalometer, which is a fancy word for something that causes your camera to take pictures at regular intervals. Here is my journey so that others may learn.<br /><br />First off should mention that very little of this is my original idea. I got most of my info from these sites:<br /><a href="http://digital-photography-school.com/how-to-make-a-time-lapse-video-with-your-dslr"><br />Digital Photography School</a><br /><a href="http://www.instructables.com/id/Turn-a-TI-Graphing-Calculator-into-an-Intervalomet/?comments=all#C6DXSGXFB7FC4IQ">Instructables</a><br /><a href="http://www.geeked.info/time-lapse-photography-with-a-ti-85-graphing-calculator/">Geeked</a><br /><br />So, as it turns out, the output jack on a TI-85 and the remote trigger for my Digital Rebel are both 2.5mm stereo audio jacks. This is similar to a typical headphone jack but a bit smaller. To trigger the camera to take a picture you simply need to pass some voltage though this and snap! Conveniently, you can write a simple program in the calculator to do just that. <br /><br />So first thing was to find, dust off and replace the batteries in my old TI-85.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/3461763784/" title="IMG_3453 by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3485/3461763784_6e970173f3.jpg" alt="IMG_3453" width="500" height="375"></a><br /><br />Next, I had to write some code. This was the first hurdle. Most sites say to use a Send() command but the TI-85 does not have that function. After a little poking on the internet I found that you can use an Outpt("CBLSEND", var) command instead. Here is the code I used<br /><br />: Prompt A<br />: While 1<br />: For (H,1,A,1)<br />: End<br />: Outpt("CBLSEND", A)<br />: Disp A<br />: End <br /><br />What this simple code does is prompt for a value for A and then sends a signal down the cable at a steady interval, based on A. I am not sure but I think A is the number of program loops to do before sending a signal. Whatever it is, setting A to 100 gives you about one signal a second.<br /><br />Next it was time to hold your breath and make the connection. I plugged the cable into both devices and let 'er rip, praying for no smoke from the camera. Fortunately, there was no smoke but there was no shutter action either. I busted out my trusty meeter and verified that 3 volts was pulsing through the cable but the camera wouldn't take a picture. After a little more poking on the web, I discovered that the signal needed to be coming out of the the other part of the jack (the tip) to trigger the shutter. The upper part of the jack simply triggers the focus. So I whipped out my wire cutters and alligator clips and fixed that right quick. <br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/3461765060/" title="IMG_3454 by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3526/3461765060_4563e6a236.jpg" alt="IMG_3454" width="500" height="375"></a><br /><br />After plugging it all back in together and hitting a few button the camera began to magically take pictures! <br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/3460945499/" title="IMG_3451 by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3607/3460945499_1ed9465b94.jpg" alt="IMG_3451" width="500" height="375"></a><br /><br />Well by now I was really pumped to put this baby to work. The recent snow was melting off pretty quick so we decided to hop on the bikes and roll over to the 10 minute boulder for a tennis shoe session. It is called the 10 minute boulder because it takes about 10 minute to get there on a bike.<br /><br />Rolling up we were disappointed to find the left side guarded by a huge puddle. There was brief discussion to roll on to a new area but the call of the stone was too great.<br /><br />I set the camera on a tripod and taped the calculator on. We figured that we would probably boulder for about 20 minutes. Knowing that in the end we wanted a video frame rate of 15 pics per second we settled on setting everything up to take a pic every 2 seconds. It is important to set everything on the camera to manual and turn off the preview setting. I also lowered the resolution to the small setting so it would write to the card faster. After a few test shots we were off!<br /><br />During the session we took about 750 pics. Back at the house I decided I wanted to enhance the pics so I set up a batch session in Photoshop that automatically resized and applied a few things to all the pics. Then I found a free software called <a href="http://www.snapfiles.com/get/jpgvideo.html">JPGVideo</a> to take the pics and turn them into a video. Super easy to use. You just point it at the folder that has all the pics and hit the Go button. 10 minutes later you have a video. To make it nice I added some titles and music in Camtasia.<br /><br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="300" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"> <param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&photo_secret=dd5e9c3a59&photo_id=3550453652"></param> <param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"></param> <param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"></param> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&photo_secret=dd5e9c3a59&photo_id=3550453652" height="300" width="400"></embed></object>Amoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04211914742899419810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-209314421242439221.post-9278955452967750702009-04-17T09:35:00.002-06:002009-04-17T09:38:47.353-06:00Cursive - From the HipsBetween hearing Tony talk about these guys and seeing them on Letterman I have become a huge fan of Cursive as of late. Anyhow, I found their Letterman performance on YouTube and thought I would share...<br /><object width="640" height="505"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vxOdMjV-Zrk&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vxOdMjV-Zrk&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"></embed></object>Amoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04211914742899419810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-209314421242439221.post-4232283909749454072009-04-15T12:28:00.004-06:002009-04-15T12:51:21.507-06:00Ski tourAlright, so I am going to try to get back in to blogging again. Instead of trying to catch up from the last blog I think I'll just start fresh. This morning I did a quick tour up to about the tree line before work. Woke up at the horrible time of 6:15 and was on the road by 6:45. I was the second car in Bear Lake parking lot so I pretty much had the place to my self. The weather was to die for. Bluebird skies, zero wind, and about 30 degrees. The goal was to see how high I could get up Flattop before I wore out. Once at my high point, I would traverse north and then ski down the bunny slope on the east flanks. <br /><br />The skin up went fine. The trail started out hard packed and chunky but softened as the day wore on. I managed to skin up for about an hour before I had enough and set off on north into the trees. While heading north I tried to keep a fairly steady altitude because I knew I had to pass above a large rock outcropping.<br /><br />After about 10 minutes I popped out onto the nice open slopes of the east flank of Flattop. Perfect for someone like me with limited ability to turn. After a quick snack and adding a few layers (anticipating some good falls) I stripped of the skins and let gravity have its way with me. I actually am starting to feel some turns now. Still pretty rough, through. Not ready for tree runs by any means. <br /><br />Anyhow, the climb took about 1.5 hours and the descent took about 30 minutes. Here is a short vid I captured at my high point.<br /><br /><object width="576" height="432" ><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1131365718007" /><embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1131365718007" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="576" height="432"></embed></object><br /><br />And a map of the trail<br /><iframe width="425" height="350" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&hl=en&t=p&msa=0&msid=109413406864742847212.0004679c5d5d403886631&ll=40.31697,-105.654316&spn=0.022905,0.036478&z=14&output=embed"></iframe><br /><small>View <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&hl=en&t=p&msa=0&msid=109413406864742847212.0004679c5d5d403886631&ll=40.31697,-105.654316&spn=0.022905,0.036478&z=14&source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left">Flattop Skiing</a> in a larger map</small>Amoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04211914742899419810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-209314421242439221.post-16227492662765748652009-03-12T18:02:00.004-06:002009-03-12T19:06:14.508-06:00Still alive and kicking!Wow, it seems like it has been a while since my last blog. It is not that I have grown tired of blogging it is just that live has been a bit crazy lately. So much stuff to do! Things at work have kicked onto high gear as we are feverishly trying to wrap up a product and get it out the door. The goal is some stable software for bug testing by the end of the month. Unfortunately I am the only one able to do the coding so that puts quite a burden on me. Oh, the joy of a small company! The good news is that we have enough projects and cash to hire someone to help me out for at least 3 months so I talked my buddy Brent from Iowa into coming out to Estes and seeing what we can do. I hope things work out well and buckets of cash roll in so I can keep him around for more than 3 months. Unfortunately, he won't be ramped up in time to help me with this end of the month deadline.<br /><br />I am pretty stoked about Brent coming out here. I am getting itchy to get on some longer climbs and he is fit, fast, and seems to be able to handle a little suffering. I do not think he has been on any long trad route so I am hoping he is down with it. Don't get me wrong. I love climbing with Molly but every now and then I need to realign my life by getting on something that causes some mental anguish. I hate to see Molly suffer but Brent...<br /><br />I have been able to get out once in a while. A few weeks ago we had a sunny day of climbing up a Lumpy. We found a nice route called Crackle Crack that consisted of bomber jambs and excellent gear. It felt good to climb a crack again. It makes me yearn for the desert.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/3326521310/" title="IMG_3188.JPG by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3550/3326521310_36e0acb053.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_3188.JPG" /></a><br /><br />We checked out an area down in the Big Thompson canyon called Jug rock. It is a sport climbing area on some strange conglomerate rock. Lots of large crystals embedded in the rock that you don't really want to trust but you have to anyway. I liked the climbing but Molly didn't care too much for it. It had a steep but somewhat short approach.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/3326535018/" title="IMG_3194.JPG by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3567/3326535018_bedde81499.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_3194.JPG" /></a><br /><br />So, there was a quick catchup. Hopefully, I will be a better blogger now. We'll see. I have some many things to talk about but just not enough time.Amoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04211914742899419810noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-209314421242439221.post-88154163466954201822009-02-15T17:56:00.003-07:002009-02-17T18:23:02.439-07:00BC Tour up towards LongsI sit here exhausted on the couch looking forwards to an evening of electronic entertainment after a good afternoon out in the mountains. It is days like these that I am glad I have a TV. I often threaten to get rid of it but these are cheap plastic threats. I am so tired right now that if I didn't have a TV then I would go to bed even though it is only 5:45 and I haven't had supper yet. Reading is definitely out. I supposes I could probably just listen to the radio and watch the fire. Obviously I have enough energy to Blog but I feel myself fading quickly. Anyhow, let me attempt a short TR about what wore me out today.<br /><br />I had planned on working most of the day today but with a combination of getting a lot done in a little time, having a new exceptionally good idea to mull over, and bright blue skies, I quickly grew tired of my desk and began to scheme. It was too cold to climb, or at least to enjoy climbing. Plus there was some of the heat sucking wind. I had a few hours so running was not ideal. I guess that left skiing, even though I just went yesterday. Molly was out because she wanted a quick workout so she could work on stuff around the house. So I threw a king sized Snickers and a liter of water into the pack, grabbed the gear and peeled out of the drive.<br /><br />The plan was to see how far up Longs I could go before my turn around time of 4pm. I hoped to at least get above the treeline but was really shooting for the Boulder field. As usual I was grossly overestimating how awesome I truly was. On the drive to the TH I got a clear view of Longs. You can see by the haze that the wind was whipping up there and really moving snow. Both Longs and Meeker looked like they were steaming. But it was nice down by the road so the plan was still a go.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/3283339888/" title="IMG_3180 by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3515/3283339888_0bcb6095ab.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_3180" /></a><br /><br />Pulling into the lot I was surprised to see so many cars. I ended up encountering about 10 snowshoeers up there. I starting huffing up the trail around 2:30, giving me 1.5 hours to see how far I could get. With the help of the iPod I quickly found my rhythm as I started covering ground. 15 minutes to the first junction, another 15 to the sharp turn by the creek, and then 10 more to the camping area. I had covered this far a few weeks ago but turned around just past the camping area because the trail disappeared into deep, soft, demoralizing drifts. Today, thanks to all the snowshoeers there was a great hard path slicing through the trees making progress much easier.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/3283341390/" title="IMG_3181 by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3351/3283341390_d835601a9a.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_3181" /></a><br /><br />At about 1 hour it began to catch up with me. I stopped for a few and ate my giant Snickers, now frozen. If I chomped down on it I could break off a piece in my mouth and then essentially gum it down like an old man without his dentures. I tried to build a little seat in a local drift but soon realized that sitting with skis on would be problematic.<br /><br />Rested, fueled and starting to feel cold, I cranked up the iPod and took off for my last half an hour. The song "Wolf Like Me" by TV on the Radio gave me the motivation to set a sweaty, gasping pace. From here on out it was some pretty steady climbing. As I gained on the mountain the wind gained on me. Right around 4 I was into the scrubby bush that marks the transition from forest to alpine tundra. Without the trees the wind was free to roam as it pleased, stinging the face and making the snow thin and hard. The Boulder field was still a long ways off, it was my turn around time and the sun has already sunk behind longs. It was time to turn around. Here is my high point.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/3283342420/" title="IMG_3182 by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3478/3283342420_50df68c27f.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_3182" /></a><br /><br />The snow up here was rock hard so I tried to head down with my skins still on. That proved to work poorly so I stripped them and began to snowplow like it was going out of syle. On a high note, I have learned how to strip my skins without taking off my skis. It involves a lot of balance, which is a strike against me. I may of ended up in a bush but I didn't have to take em off!<br /><br />I think the most challenging feature about BC skiing (at least the actual skiing part) is how quickly the snow consistency changes. I had settled into a nice snow plow, scraping along a rather steep section of rock hard snow when it suddenly turned into a nice soft slab, pitching me headfirst down the hill into 2 feet of loose powder. <br /><br />I am sure it is funny to watch me crash in the mountains. When I crash and I am alone in the backcountry, my first reaction is panic. I thrash, swear, panic, and generally wallow for a good 25 seconds. After about 25 seconds I begin to wear out, pull a muscle in my neck or the back of my arm, and rational thoughts start to get more attention. By this time, my skis (and therefore my feet) are pointed in opposite directions, a pole is probably missing, and I am kind of sitting/laying at an odd angle in my custom snow recliner. Oh, and the thrashing tends to completely cover you with snow, including your goggles, which are steamed up by now. Now I generally force myself into what I will call system reboot. I sit quietly and do a check for pain, look around to make sure no one is looking, try to pinpoint why I am freaked out, clean out my goggles, and generally come up with a plan. 5 minutes later I am back on my feet swearing to give up skiing forever. Repeat until you get back to the car.<br /><br />On a positive note, I am noticing that I can now get down the packed trails without much problem. I really only get into trouble when I venture off the trails into the trees.Amoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04211914742899419810noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-209314421242439221.post-78529860822899652612009-02-14T16:12:00.004-07:002009-02-17T18:35:52.725-07:00Hidden Valley SkiingMolly and I started out Valentine's day by first sleeping in, then walking down to The Egg and I for a late breakfast, and then heading up to RMNP for a little BC ski session. Oh, I bought her flowers too! Anyway this blog is about the skiing.<br /><br />Quite a while ago, there used to be a small ski resort called Hidden Valley. I am not sure when, but at some point the land was reclaimed by the parks department and the ski area was shut down. Now it is part of RMNP. I have heard from several people that this is a great spot to learn to BC ski. This is because the slopes are not very steep, making them easier to ski plus greatly reducing the avalanche danger. So, with a plan we grabbed our stuff and headed out.<br /><br />As it turns out, Hidden Valley is also one of the few places they allow sledding in RMNP so it was packed with kids and families. However, we quickly left the circus behind and were soon skinning through the quiet woods while fresh snow fell all around us. Here is Molly trying to catch some snowflakes on her tongue.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/3279994676/" title="IMG_3173 by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3438/3279994676_0594cd17af.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_3173" /></a><br /><br />We followed a skin track up a fairly wide drainage. Because of the falling snow, it was difficult to see where we were headed but we figured we would just head up until we ran out of energy. Here is Molly getting smelly<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/3279176745/" title="IMG_3175 by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3008/3279176745_237667e99b.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_3175" /></a><br /><br />After about an hour we decided that we had enough climbing, so we found a flat spot and stripped the skins off our skis.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/3279997758/" title="IMG_3176 by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3494/3279997758_20e3c8de72.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_3176" /></a><br /><br />Here is Molly getting ready to drop in<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/3279998758/" title="IMG_3177 by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3405/3279998758_9f6fb37f4a.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_3177" /></a><br /><br />And here she is showing me up. She made it back to the car with zero crashes. I dug in twice.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/3280000900/" title="IMG_3179 by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3019/3280000900_396f48d4ab.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_3179" /></a><br /><br />We made it back to the car in about 10 minutes. I know I had a big grin on my face. Molly is still not quite convinced that it is worth all the work but I'll keep working on her.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/3279173749/" title="IMG_3172 by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3528/3279173749_5ee34c5d4c.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_3172" /></a><br /><br />So after a hot shower and a quick nap, we are getting our fancy duds on and heading out to the Dunraven for a fancy supper. So far, it has been a Valentines day to remember.<br /><br />EDIT: It is now the day after Valentines day and I just wanted to finish the story. We ended up taking a 26 minute nap (Mikey told me about the 26 minute nap and it works!) and then heading out to the Dunraven Inn. Wow, what a great restaurant. Wine, steaks, seafood, bread, pasta, salads, and finally black coffee. Outstanding. Too bad it costs so much. I could eat there often. The ambiance there was perfect, romantically dark with candles and really friendly staff (but not the fake friendly or cheesy friendly). According to the menu, there has been some form of a structure on this location since 1907. Plus, they have this strange tradition of customers stapling one dollar bills on the wall. Odd but really cool. The bills are each decorated by the person who stuck 'em up. The foyer is completely covered in one dollar bills, even the ceiling. They estimate there is more than $16,000 stapled to the wall. Awesome...Amoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04211914742899419810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-209314421242439221.post-73199073482407895782009-02-13T15:43:00.002-07:002009-02-13T16:19:37.062-07:00BC Ski tour up towards NotchtopA few days ago I needed to get out and it was too cold to go climbing so I decided to head up into the mountains for a little ski tour. After checking the internet for current conditions, I landed on a plan to go from Bear Lake up towards Lake Helena and Notchtop. I thew some things into a pack, grabbed my gear, hopped in the car and was off. Molly was busy working on the fireplace so this was going to be a solo mission.<br /><br />Pulling into the Bear Lake TH parking lot I was surprised to find a mere four cars in the lot. I guess it was a cloudy Tuesday afternoon. It was a bit cold (low 20's) but the wind was absent so I knew once I got moving, I would warm up quickly. I clipped on my skis, cranked the iPod and was off and by the time I hit the first junction, I was roasting. Here is a shot looking back at the junction. <br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/3276838443/" title="IMG_5364 by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3505/3276838443_aaa27c1531.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_5364" /></a><br /><br />As you can see by the sign, there was plenty of snow. This side of Flattop is well known for getting piles of wind transported snow. Along the way, I stopped and chatted with a friendly snowshoer who had been out since 6 am (it was 3:30!). As I gained altitude, the snow got deeper and the tracks got fewer. <br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/3276840719/" title="IMG_5367 by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3332/3276840719_0427acb922.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="IMG_5367" /></a><br /><br />The snow was generally light powder for about 8 inches and then a hard slab. After a bit I broke out into an open meadow under the east slopes of Flattop. I had heard that this was a pretty good spot for some easy, safe skiing so I decided to check it out. I picked a safe route to skin up the hill and was soon huffing and puffing my way up. At a nice little patch of trees about halfway up the slope I dropped my pack and took off my skis. I was being very conservative and decided this was high enough for today. Below me lay a wide open 25 degree slope of untracked snow. 25 degrees is important because it is very uncommon for avalanches happen at that angle. For fun I dug a snow pit and checked out the layers. I dug down about 5 feet and still didn't hit anything. I guess those little trees sticking out of the snow are bigger than I expected. I poked around the snow a bit, trying to get a feel for the layers. Understanding the layers of snow it a critical part of understanding how avalanches work. I tried to perform stability test where you cut out a column of snow about 2.5 feet square and them pound on the top of it with your shovel. I ended up smashing the column without any fractures or sliding, which is a good sign (I think!). After sipping some hot tea, I decided I had better start back. I stripped the skins off the skis, packed back up and clipped back in. I made it down the hill, making wide turns and only crashing twice. The first crash taught me a very important back country skiing lesson. When going down hill, make sure you zip everything closed. Crashing out there is like diving under water. That snow is deep and it gets everywhere! My first wreck left me completely buried and snow packed into everything. Oh, and dreads are like a snow magnet.<br /><br />Safely at the bottom of the hill and now quite wet, I decided against a second descent and began the quick ski back to the car. Skiing the trail was fast and fun. What took me at least an hour to slog up, I covered in about 10 minutes. I arrived back at the car with a huge smile on my face. I think I'll go back out tomorrow....Amoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04211914742899419810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-209314421242439221.post-23893097436660344212009-02-12T10:33:00.002-07:002009-02-12T10:41:06.090-07:00Handy backup softwareRecently I came across a handy piece of free software called SyncBack. It allows you to setup a schedule for syncing folders on an external hard drive with folders on your computer, making it really convenient to back up important files on your computer. For example, I have it set up to back up all my work files every night at midnight, it backs up my photos every Monday night, and it backs up my music every Tuesday.<br /><br />Anyway, I found it very useful and easy to use so I thought I would share my experience with the world. If you want to check it out, here is where you can download it.<br />http://www.download.com/SyncBack-Freeware/3000-2242_4-10413802.html?cdlPid=10999140Amoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04211914742899419810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-209314421242439221.post-32823533115426774252009-02-07T11:37:00.003-07:002009-02-07T11:40:57.513-07:00Cyber-Anatomy gets $70k grantGood news on the work front. Out little company (Cyber-Anatomy) just received a $70k grant from the state of Iowa. Hard to argue with that! Here is a link to the article in the Cedar Rapids Gazette<br /><br />http://www.gazetteonline.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20090206/BUSINESS/702069913/1007<br /><br />-AmosAmoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04211914742899419810noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-209314421242439221.post-45427607827588898962009-02-05T18:27:00.002-07:002009-02-05T18:36:01.385-07:00Some rocking musicSo I am sitting here clicking the mouse trying to desperately get some work done. I am working on adding a quizzing module to our software and it seems to be fighting me every step of the way. What I thought would take a day has stretched into 4 now and there is still a lot to do. But on the bright side, I have recently found a new band to listen too while my work hates me. I am currently rocking out to Kings of Leon. I have heard a few of their songs on the sat radio and really like this guys voice. I finally got around do downloading a few of their songs and am loving it. I did not buy a whole album but instead bought a few odds and ends songs. If you are interested in checking them out I consider their best songs to be Fans and Sex On Fire. Here is their MySpace page<br /><br />http://www.myspace.com/kingsofleon<br /><br />Enjoy!Amoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04211914742899419810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-209314421242439221.post-41403821799141316412009-02-04T19:48:00.004-07:002009-02-04T20:56:34.997-07:00The Projcet: Day 1So after watching too many videos on the internet of people climbing hard trad cracks, I decided that I needed a project. Something really hard. After a little poking I found the perfect candidate. A 70' finger crack on the Little Twin Owls in Lumpy. It was perfect because it was:<br />1) Hard! Desperate, insecure, painful, slick, overhanging finger crack. Rated 5.11b but generally accepted as a sandbag so probably closer to hard 11.<br />2) One pitch and I could scramble to the anchors, so I didn't have to worry about leaving gear<br />3) I saw a picture of Lynn Hill on it<br />4) I could aid it and have enough cams that size to keep the "freak out" level low<br />5) Approach, while about a mile long has a minimal amount of hills. <br /><br />So we packed the gear and headed out to receive our beating. I knew that there was going to be a lot of hanging on gear, aiding, and top roping. But as usual, what really happened was quite unexpected.<br /><br />After a brisk 20 minute hike we dropped packs at the base and took stock of what we were in for. Here is a pic. The route is the obvious crack arching towards the left.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/3253934647/" title="IMG_3150 by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3397/3253934647_fa8b55921c.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_3150" /></a><br /><br />After some discussion, I racked up and got ready to start off. Here I am realizing how much this is going to hurt.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/3254765458/" title="IMG_3156 by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3008/3254765458_6e121832ee.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_3156" /></a><br /><br />I reached up and placed a small cam as high as I could and clipped it. I managed to find a sloppy hand jam and reached up, desperately looking for a finger lock. I found a rattly layback kind of hold and moved my other hand up for what looked to be a sinker lock but was not. The crack is kind of back in a groove, making it hard to get any locks in. Then my feet popped off and I was sailing back towards earth. Molly caught me but I was just a few inches off the ground so she lowered me. This was going to be hard and painful.<br /><br />Then something strange happened. Molly asked if she could lead it. So, after getting only one piece in (which I placed from the ground) I gave the sharp end over to Molly and we racked her up. <br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/3254766586/" title="IMG_3157 by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3487/3254766586_f63bb37500.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="IMG_3157" /></a><br /><br />And up she went! She mostly aided the crack but she made headway. After about 25 feet she came back down and let me have another crack at it. <br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/3254768684/" title="IMG_3159 by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3309/3254768684_068c71d778.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_3159" /></a><br /><br />I took the rack, tied back in and took off. Even on top rope, the climbing was desperate and I ended up grabbing gear through much of it. I got to Molly's high point and realized that I was not having much fun. Over Christmas I jammed my finger climbing with Joe. The finger is still swollen and sore at times but I thought it had mostly healed. In hind sight, perhaps a finger crack like this was not good for it. It was throbbing and hurt to bend. I managed to place another stopper higher in the crack but could not clip it. Disgruntled, I asked for the dirt.<br /><br />We discussed our options. I was ready to scramble up the back of this thing and clean our gear on rappel but Molly wanted another go at it. So she racked up again and hoisted to her high spot. I am not sure how long it took her but she made it up another 20 feet or so before the sun started threatening to set. <br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/3254769558/" title="IMG_3160 by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3352/3254769558_9a35165b8a.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_3160" /></a><br /><br />So, after a valiant effort Molly asked for the dirt and I set off to scramble up the back of this thing with a rope and something to rappel with. This also turned into somewhat of an epic. We were climbing on what was essentially two towers of granite, each about 70 feet tall. On one side there were a series of ledges that one could negotiate to get near the top. For the last 15 feet or so, you actually climb a widening chimney between the two towers. As you get higher, the towers tend to round over, making the chimney wider and wider until you have to make an exposed move to get on top of one or the other. The tower I had to get on top of was no wider than the back of a horse. Once you mount this stone horse, you have to scoot along the ridge for about 10 feet before you reach the safety of the anchors. Now if this scooting was only a few feet off the ground, it would be no big deal. However, when you are looking at 70' of air on either side... well, it is a big deal. I sat in that chimney between the towers for a long time, thinking about my options. To go back down and finish aiding the crack would put us well into darkness. Between me and all the scooting to the anchors, there were absolutely no cracks or any form of protection. Freaky. In the end, I hatched a plan that was shaky at best. I tied into one end of the rope and threw the other end down to Molly on the ground, where she put me on belay. However, between her and I there was nothing but a sickening arch of rope. No gear so a fall off her side of the tower was not an option. However, if something were to go wrong during the dreaded scoot I could bail off the opposite side of the tower and Molly could catch me with the rope, assuming the rope stays crossing over the top of the tower. It was the best we could do so I pushed down the dread an climbed onto my stone horse.<br /><br />It was actually quite casual. The scoot was over in a few seconds, there was plenty of stuff to hold on to, and at the end of the scoot there was a nice place to sit and leisurely hook into the anchors. Next time I could probably do it without a rope, as long as there is no wind! After a quick rappel down the crack and some cleaning of gear, we were packed up and headed back to the car.<br /><br />The day did not really go as planned but I would still mark it as a success. I was hoping for a couple day project but this one looks like it could take much longer. Plus, I'll have to wait for my finger to heal a bit more. I was thrilled to see Molly volunteer to hop on the sharp end of a hard trad lead. It shows me that her confidence is growing. Plus aiding hard stuff is a great way to learn how to trad climb.<br /><br />Until next time....Amoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04211914742899419810noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-209314421242439221.post-17346176993090697372009-02-04T19:07:00.002-07:002009-02-04T19:47:43.904-07:00The Golden Cliffs with EricLast Saturday E and I hooked up for a little climbing down in Golden. The weather forecast looked decent for Saturday (sunny and mid 50's) so we planned on hitting Clear Creek again. There was some scheduling issues at first because Eric was supposed to cook for Tracey's parents on Saturday evening so we settled for an early start. Then Eric came down with a nasty cough. It was so bad that Tracey's parents canceled dinner! But did that deter Eric from climbing? No way! He called me Friday night and with a groggy voice routinely interrupted by fits of hacks, told me the good news. He could climb all day! So we angled for a more civilized meeting time of 9am at Noa Noa for some breakfast and java.<br /><br />Saturday dawned clear and bright. I could tell it was going to be a good day on the rocks. Eric was a bit late for breakfast but made up for it by picking up the tab. He downed two burritos in the time it took me to finish a bagel. That boy is a machine. His cough was better and once fed, we were set to jet. We dumped the gear into his car and roared out to the canyon. Unfortunately, we weren't the only thing roaring through the canyon. We pulled into the pullout for our cliff and the car literally shook with the wind. We could see where we were planning on climbing and although it was sunny, we could see trees fighting to stay rooted. A couple climbers hopped out of the car in front of us in full puffy jackets with hoods and hopped around trying to stay warm while they loaded up. Eric looked at me and said "I only brought shorts" and then broke into a fit of coughs. I looked down at his legs to verify his story. He was not lying. We needed an alternate plan. We discussed heading to the Spot in Boulder (a bouldering gym) or a climbing gym in Denver but we ended up settling on checking out the Golden Cliffs instead.<br /><br />The Golden Cliffs are a cliff band at the top of a big hill overlooking the town Golden and the Coors brewery. They face south and literally cook in the sun. I had climbed there a few times before but never had much fun. The rock always seemed kind of strange. But it looked warm and out of the wind. With the help of the internet (iPhone!!) we found the parking lot, which was already nearly full. Apparently we were not the only ones looking for warm rock. Looking up at the cliffs we could see many groups either already up there or making their way slowly up the long hill. <br /><br />Packs were quickly thrown on after stripping down to t-shirts and sandals and an uphill slog ensued. It passed quickly because we had plenty to talk about and before we knew it, we were at the base of a cliff already crawling with other climbers. With no guide book we just picked a route that looked good and racked up. Eric took first go and easily fired the first route of the day, after which I re-lead and cleaned it. We repeated this cycle all day. I was amazed at how liberating it was to climb without a guide book. We just climbed whatever looked fun. Fortunately, the Golden Cliffs are packed with routes. Throughout the day we climbed about 8 routes and didn't wander more that 50 yards from where we started.<br /><br />The weather was to die for, especially considering it was January. Sunny and still. I spent half of the day without a shirt on and got my first sunburn of the year. By the time lunch rolled around the crag was packed with your typical sport climbing scene. People and dog everywhere. Someone had a banjo. All the stereotypes were represented. The 10-year old leading routes that were too hard for me. The guy yelling beta for every move. The couple completely outfitted with all the latest and most expensive gear, all of it shiny, new and matching. Regardless, the vibe was fun and festive. Everybody was there to climb and have a good time.<br /><br />Around 4 the clouds started to build, the temps began to fall, and I was feeling worked. I could tell Eric was feeling it too so we bagged one more route (which turned out to be the best one of the day) and headed down. I ended up only taking one picture that day. Mostly because the climbing wasn't very picture worthy. Here is a shot as we were packing up to head down.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amos_n_molly/3253933749/" title="IMG_3149 by Amos and Molly, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3127/3253933749_33627f73d7.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="IMG_3149" /></a><br /><br />Eric dropped me off back at the truck and we parted ways, both feel exhausted. It was a great day of relaxed climbing with an old friend and no guide book. And the rock was much better than I remembered. Excellent!Amoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04211914742899419810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-209314421242439221.post-83950117055265998012009-02-04T10:50:00.002-07:002009-02-04T10:51:20.830-07:00The Six ShooterSorry about all the vids today but I came across another video that I really liked. This is a route that I would love to get up some day. I am gonna need to train some more though...<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hMqGBM2beRc&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hMqGBM2beRc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Amoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04211914742899419810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-209314421242439221.post-38843729948102517402009-02-04T10:43:00.001-07:002009-02-04T10:45:15.232-07:00Sick crack climberI first watched this video a few years ago but recently came across it again. This guys is pretty awesome! I wish I could climb crack this well. Someday, perhaps...<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zEqJO5HXvqU&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zEqJO5HXvqU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Amoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04211914742899419810noreply@blogger.com1