We are heading down to Florida in a couple of hours for an extra long weekend. As has been well established, I am a fan of none of the following things: air travel, Florida, sitting around by the pool or on the beach. A and the kids will be staying a little longer than me. I am sure there will be many "interesting" adventures to report on.
Showing posts with label vacation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vacation. Show all posts
Friday, February 12, 2010
Monday, October 19, 2009
Porcupine Lake and My First Trail Runs
This past weekend we went to northern Wisconsin to hang out at my aunt and uncle's cabin. The kids had an extra long weekend due to the Minnesota teacher's convention so we didn't feel like sitting around the house staring at each other - let's go run around in the woods.
After work on Thursday we piled everyone in the car - including the dog - and hit the road. The weekend was supposed to be cold and warm so we over-packed and it took me way longer to load the car than expected. It was dark by the time we arrived, but Friday morning greeted us with decent weather - although a little chilly. Kids, get outside!
Rake up all the leaves in the forest.
F sporting the "Northwoods Ninja" look and E working the "Northwoods Homeless Person" look.
Learn to start a fire.
"Now kids, the first thing we do in Northern Wisconsin is learn to play with matches." (That is my aunt - the kids' great-aunt. She is a Girl Scout leader so she is fully qualified.)
My mom - "Grandma" - and the kids.
Good job with the matches, kids.
Build your own shelter. Make it sturdy, it's where you will be staying for three days.
A, reliving her favorite high school graduation picture poses.
As you can see we spent much of our time traipsing around the woods. The dog had a wonderful time following every scent he came across. Turns out he is a pretty good mouser. He found two mice and proceeded to walk around with them hanging out of his mouth by the tail, flipping them up in the air, pouncing on them and picking them up again to do it all over again. Good times. That should probably have been an indication that we should keep a close eye on him, but we are dumb.
It's hunting season. The dog needed a jacket so he wouldn't get shot.
After he had disappeared for about an hour, I started to get worried. I started calling him and then I heard barking. That's never a good sign. It should be noted that there are bears, wolves, coyotes, foxes, skunks, raccoons and any number of other critters in these woods, so I was fearing the worst.
Here is where the trail running comes in. The dog never barks and when he does it's like two or three times and then he's done. Well, he was barking like crazy. Not a panicked bark. An excited bark. Son of a bitch, he is fighting with something.
Standing near the cabin, I could easily tell the direction his bark was coming from so I started running toward him. I ran down a ravine and up the other side.
Through a heavily wooded area.
Then through a bog and found him fully engaged harassing something under a log. When I yelled at him he looked up at me and I immediately knew what he was tangling with.
A damn porcupine.
He had a face full of quills, but was undaunted.
I grabbed his collar and dragged him away from the porcupine but he fought me to get back at it. In my haste I had neglected to grab a leash so my only option was to pick him up and carry him back home - through the bog, through the dense woods, down the ravine and up the ravine. He weighs 60 lbs! All in my Blundstone boots (surprisingly capable trail running footwear.) It was like half a mile.
Once home we started yanking out quills. Luckily none of them were in his nose or eyes.
Blissfully unaware that he has over a dozen porcupine quills firmly embedded in his face.
We got a pair of pliers to do the job.
Northern Wisconsin medical equipment.
He wasn't real excited to have these removed so I had to be a little persuasive.
Yes, I am fully laying on top of my dog. And, yes, I am getting a little thin on top.
We were able to get all of them out without breaking any, but man is that dog strong.
Almost done.
After all that excitement and hard work, I didn't need to do the run I had been planning. We kept the dog on a leash the rest of the night and spent more time around the fire.
Gotta love the fire.
Apollo thinks he is a lap dog.
A likes her beer. (E likes her marshmallows.)
A likes her beer A LOT!
My smokey family.
I am the dog bed.
Sunday morning we were all well rested and got packed up to head home. We let the dog roam around a little bit and kept a close eye on him. For awhile.
The kids went to visit their fort one more time and the dog followed them, unbeknown to us. Suddenly, I had a panicked feeling. I ran to ask the kids if they had seen him and they said, "Oh, yeah. He went that way." Back into the bog!
I ran back to the cabin to grab a leash this time. When I got back to the top of the ravine, I could hear him barking. This time it was even further away. I ran my ass back to the spot where the porcupine had originally been, fearing that he went back to settle the score. When I got there the porcupine was gone and I could still hear the dog barking.
I was closer and had to run up another heavily wooded hill at which point I saw the dog with is his head behind a tree. When I yelled at him, he poked his head around and I saw his face again covered with quills - more than twice as many as last time. That fricking dog picked up the scent of that porcupine and followed it to it's new hiding spot.
When I went to grab his collar he took off. I ended up chasing him back toward the cabin for over an hour at a pretty good pace.
We got him back to the cabin and proceeded to pull as many quills out as possible, but about four broke off. He didn't seem to care and after I was done he tried to lick my face.
When we got home we took him to the vet to have the rest removed.
Sad pup.
Awaiting his fate.
The vet was easily able to get the few that were still embedded and he was back to his old self this morning.
Next time we'll bring a long leash and I will bring my trail running shoes.
After work on Thursday we piled everyone in the car - including the dog - and hit the road. The weekend was supposed to be cold and warm so we over-packed and it took me way longer to load the car than expected. It was dark by the time we arrived, but Friday morning greeted us with decent weather - although a little chilly. Kids, get outside!
Rake up all the leaves in the forest.
F sporting the "Northwoods Ninja" look and E working the "Northwoods Homeless Person" look.
Learn to start a fire.
"Now kids, the first thing we do in Northern Wisconsin is learn to play with matches." (That is my aunt - the kids' great-aunt. She is a Girl Scout leader so she is fully qualified.)
My mom - "Grandma" - and the kids.
Good job with the matches, kids.
Build your own shelter. Make it sturdy, it's where you will be staying for three days.
A, reliving her favorite high school graduation picture poses.
As you can see we spent much of our time traipsing around the woods. The dog had a wonderful time following every scent he came across. Turns out he is a pretty good mouser. He found two mice and proceeded to walk around with them hanging out of his mouth by the tail, flipping them up in the air, pouncing on them and picking them up again to do it all over again. Good times. That should probably have been an indication that we should keep a close eye on him, but we are dumb.
It's hunting season. The dog needed a jacket so he wouldn't get shot.
After he had disappeared for about an hour, I started to get worried. I started calling him and then I heard barking. That's never a good sign. It should be noted that there are bears, wolves, coyotes, foxes, skunks, raccoons and any number of other critters in these woods, so I was fearing the worst.
Here is where the trail running comes in. The dog never barks and when he does it's like two or three times and then he's done. Well, he was barking like crazy. Not a panicked bark. An excited bark. Son of a bitch, he is fighting with something.
Standing near the cabin, I could easily tell the direction his bark was coming from so I started running toward him. I ran down a ravine and up the other side.
Through a heavily wooded area.
Then through a bog and found him fully engaged harassing something under a log. When I yelled at him he looked up at me and I immediately knew what he was tangling with.
A damn porcupine.
He had a face full of quills, but was undaunted.
I grabbed his collar and dragged him away from the porcupine but he fought me to get back at it. In my haste I had neglected to grab a leash so my only option was to pick him up and carry him back home - through the bog, through the dense woods, down the ravine and up the ravine. He weighs 60 lbs! All in my Blundstone boots (surprisingly capable trail running footwear.) It was like half a mile.
Once home we started yanking out quills. Luckily none of them were in his nose or eyes.
Blissfully unaware that he has over a dozen porcupine quills firmly embedded in his face.
We got a pair of pliers to do the job.
Northern Wisconsin medical equipment.
He wasn't real excited to have these removed so I had to be a little persuasive.
Yes, I am fully laying on top of my dog. And, yes, I am getting a little thin on top.
We were able to get all of them out without breaking any, but man is that dog strong.
Almost done.
After all that excitement and hard work, I didn't need to do the run I had been planning. We kept the dog on a leash the rest of the night and spent more time around the fire.
Gotta love the fire.
Apollo thinks he is a lap dog.
A likes her beer. (E likes her marshmallows.)
A likes her beer A LOT!
My smokey family.
I am the dog bed.
Sunday morning we were all well rested and got packed up to head home. We let the dog roam around a little bit and kept a close eye on him. For awhile.
The kids went to visit their fort one more time and the dog followed them, unbeknown to us. Suddenly, I had a panicked feeling. I ran to ask the kids if they had seen him and they said, "Oh, yeah. He went that way." Back into the bog!
I ran back to the cabin to grab a leash this time. When I got back to the top of the ravine, I could hear him barking. This time it was even further away. I ran my ass back to the spot where the porcupine had originally been, fearing that he went back to settle the score. When I got there the porcupine was gone and I could still hear the dog barking.
I was closer and had to run up another heavily wooded hill at which point I saw the dog with is his head behind a tree. When I yelled at him, he poked his head around and I saw his face again covered with quills - more than twice as many as last time. That fricking dog picked up the scent of that porcupine and followed it to it's new hiding spot.
When I went to grab his collar he took off. I ended up chasing him back toward the cabin for over an hour at a pretty good pace.
We got him back to the cabin and proceeded to pull as many quills out as possible, but about four broke off. He didn't seem to care and after I was done he tried to lick my face.
When we got home we took him to the vet to have the rest removed.
Sad pup.
Awaiting his fate.
The vet was easily able to get the few that were still embedded and he was back to his old self this morning.
Next time we'll bring a long leash and I will bring my trail running shoes.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
New Training Methods
With only a few days left of vacation I have decided to stop fooling myself and just not run. I will run with my peeps when I get home. I still have about 8 weeks until the Twin Cities Marathon and I am not going to be all fat and out of shape if I don't run until Saturday, right?
I have not sworn off all training however. I have been using some new training methods and some new training partners and they are really working me.
To keep me focused and minimize distractions they insisted on taking the ferry to Washington Island with only our bikes for transportation on the island. (OK - that was my idea, but they agreed.) When we arrived we got right down to business.
E is a very serious training parter. Notice she is keeping her eyes focused keenly on the prize.
F is a bit friendlier, at least with the camera on him.
F likes to pull the train.
I was having a tough time holding onto E's wheel a lot of the time. Those little legs turn a HUGE gear at a very high cadence.
Time for an open water swim. Our goal - the iron ore ship on the horizon.
First some core work. Take these rocks and throw them as far as you can.
E and F understand that so much of training is mental. We spent some time practicing patience, finding balance and reaching a state of Zen.
E and F also helped me better understand nutrition. On the return trip we refueled with Cokes and raspberry Milano cookies.
Our pit-stop really helped. Coke is an excellent fuel for 7- and 9-year-olds. It's like high-octane race car fuel. The speed of the return trip was so high F was blowing his hair out the top of his helmet.
Finally waiting to board the ferry back to the mainland. A good hard day of training complete.
(A got a day without the kids. Aren't I a nice husband? Actually, she insisted I take the kids and give her some alone time. When I say "insisted" I mean "ordered," but then you already knew that.)
Monday, July 27, 2009
A Theme
Following are a bunch of pictures. They are kind of random, but a theme develops. This will not score me points with potential employers, my wife, my in-laws or law enforcement officials in any number of southern states. I will however score points with my 7-year-old son, maybe my 9-year-old-daughter and 12-year-old boys across the country (and people with the maturity level of said 12-year-olds, myself included.)
Still on vacation - we saw this little critter napping on the wall outside our front door this morning.
Does anyone else find anything funny about my breakfast this morning? (My wife saw this one at the table and we shared a laugh, so you can too. And yes, I ate every bite.)
We went to this petting zoo called "The Farm" today like we do every year. They have sheep.
They have sows and piglets.
They have horses. My timing could not have been worse.
Oh, this picture is much better. This is "Big Duke." Duh!
And an ass.
(If anyone is baffled by the "theme" I will post a slightly more obvious version tomorrow, but come on, it's all pretty obvious, isn't it?)
Friday, July 24, 2009
The Vacation Yawns
I am not a very good vacationer. I hit ten days max and I am crawling out of my skin wanting get back home. I am kind of there right now. I miss Apollo - the dog - who, apparently, has not been playing well with others at the boarding facility. ("He's not 'aggressive,' just a little rough with the other dogs. He has been getting extra 'naps.'" great - my dog has behavior issues and is in time-out ALL THE TIME.)
We did have a pretty fun day with the kids. We went to this place called "Hands On Art Studio." I thought it would be just some glorified paint-your-plate place, but it was so much more. They had mosaics, jewelry making (and not just beading), glass making and metal working.
F had absolutely no interest until he saw the metal working. Here are pictures of my future welder (and if that happens I will truly be jealous - I really want to learn how to weld.)
"Let's cut some steel!" (He was actually mad at me because I embarrassed him earlier when he walked into the ceramics studio, started touching everything and then knocked five pieces over - no breakage. He said to me as I told him, "Don't touch, AN-Y-THING!" "DAD! It's called 'HANDS ON Art!'")
Working the plasma cutter.
Almost done.
Grinding off the burrs.
A few more sparks.
A few finishing touches.
While F was workin' the steel, E was painting some ceramics. She made a very nice little box. Here is a picture of her with her two little cousins.
When E saw what F had done, she wanted to come back and work some steel as well. We'll go back, I have some designs of my own to make.
OH, I saw the hugest cock!
He was just strutting around, crowing.
We also got some wind today that really whipped the lake into some "surf." I almost tried to get out and bodysurf (I have been able to in the past) but A reminded me I had chicken to grill - DE-NIED!
Tomorrow looks like more of the same. I do have a ten mile run scheduled so that will save me somewhat. (I know, I know - I am totally able to suck the joy out of just about any occasion.)
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