<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:37:08.573-06:00</updated><category term='green'/><category term='travel'/><category term='Andrew'/><category term='running'/><category term='club foot'/><category term='greece'/><category term='politics'/><category term='family'/><category term='brad'/><category term='Elizabeth'/><category term='egypt'/><category term='china'/><category term='colorado'/><category term='skiing'/><category term='berlin'/><category term='misc'/><category term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Brad Swanson's blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Traveling through life, occasionally somewhere interesting</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>282</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-6023472602682469722</id><published>2010-05-14T19:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T19:37:36.549-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='china'/><title type='text'>Travel Permit for the Tibet Autonomous Region</title><content type='html'>We're planning a trip to Tibet in June. Here's an excerpt from the travel permit we must sign to keep the Chinese government happy. My favorite part is that I'm not allowed to "disrupt the peace and prosperity of Tibet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;All foreign tourists receiving a permit for the Tibet Autonomous Region (TAR) through SnowLion Tours and our Lhasa partners must read and agree to the clauses provided in this agreement before applying for a permit.We cannot process permits for diplomats, press agents, Tibetan expatriates, or individuals involved in Free Tibet organizations or activities.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travelers to Tibet cannot apply for the Travel Permit or other necessary documents by themselves. Only Travel Agencies in Tibet (TAR) can apply for and handle these permits and documents.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Individual travel outside of Lhasa is an illegal activity. All travelers outside of Lhasa must be part of a guided tour from a government approved agency.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The TAR is NOT a fully open area. There are some places that are closed to travelers. Check with the travel agency in Lhasa for the current policies in the areas to which you wish to travel. They will help you to legally enter the areas you desire, if possible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Train tickets in the summer are very difficult to get and we cannot guarantee that we will be able to get your tickets. We will do everything we can, but sometimes we are unable to get the tickets for your preferred date of departure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All foreign tourists in Tibet (TAR) must follow all local laws and regulations. Do not participate in any activity that would disrupt the peace and prosperity of Tibet or do anything that would destroy the Tibetan way of life or their cultural heritage. You will take full responsibility in accordance with Chinese law for any illegal actions you participate in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Understand that any illegal activities will also bring repercussions on the local agencies through which you have obtained your permits. Please consider how your actions affect not just yourself, but also the local Tibetan community!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are not responsible for policy changes. We do everything possible to operate the trip as planned, but policies regarding foreign travel to Tibet may change at any time. We are not responsible for the cost of cancellation, change, or delay due to policy changes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;By booking with SnowLion Tours, the purchaser acknowledges that travel in Tibetan regions is remote and unpredictable. Given that these conditions are inherent to travel in the region, SnowLion Tours is not responsible for travel disruption, safety, injury incurred during transportation, or healthcare emergencies. We recommend that you apply for travel insurance in your home country before traveling in Tibet. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-6023472602682469722?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/6023472602682469722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=6023472602682469722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6023472602682469722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6023472602682469722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2010/05/travel-permit-for-tibet-autonomous.html' title='Travel Permit for the Tibet Autonomous Region'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-4740529774948695031</id><published>2010-04-06T05:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T05:31:02.457-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='egypt'/><title type='text'>An Interesting Taxi Ride in Cairo</title><content type='html'>My family went to the sound &amp;amp; light show at the Giza pyramids, which was a rather cheesy but somewhat interesting tourist trap – but that’s not the subject of this post. After the show, we exited through the gate and were immediately approached by a man who asked “Taxi?” We had indeed planned on taking a taxi back to the hotel, and we knew how much the taxi ride should cost, so Amy replied by telling him where we wanted to go and that we would pay 40 Egyptian pounds (about $8). He agreed to the price, which Amy confirmed the price once again, adding “No baksheesh!” (baksheesh is the tips and small “bribes” that are all too common.) “Ok, no baksheesh.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He now led us past the parking lot packed with huge tour buses to a dark side street where we found an ancient Fiat waiting for us. It looked almost as old as the pyramids, and in much worse condition. He opened the back door first, then reached forward to open the front passenger door from the inside – presumably the outside handle was broken. Turning the key in the ignition resulted only in silence. “No problem!” he exclaimed, and then he push started the car. He pulsed his headlights on but then turned them off again. Inexplicably, many people here drive at night without headlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, we found ourselves wandering down narrow, dark, dirt alleyways, barely wide enough for the ancient fiat and a passing horse cart. At this point I noticed that the odor of exhaust, one that I thought might pass shortly after the car started, still persists. To my relief we reached the main road, and shortly afterward, the elevated expressway. Cars and buses were flying by us as the little car struggled to accelerate – still with no headlights on. We reached the Fiat’s terminal velocity – approximately 60 km/hr (38 MPH) – 5 minutes later, about the same time we reach our exit. After several more miles on city streets, we safely reached our hotel. Miraculous! I felt like I had done my good deed for the day; this guy needed the $8 much more than I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-4740529774948695031?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/4740529774948695031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=4740529774948695031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/4740529774948695031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/4740529774948695031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2010/04/interestingtaxi-ride-in-cairo.html' title='An Interesting Taxi Ride in Cairo'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-6559233153836066091</id><published>2010-04-06T05:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T05:22:31.160-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='egypt'/><title type='text'>Egyptian hustlers and touts</title><content type='html'>As a tourist in Egypt, be prepared: anytime you leave the pampered confines of your five-star hotel, five-star cruise ship, or air-conditioned tour bus, you will be hassled and hustled by anyone and everyone who has any kind of product or service to sell. My friend David Schutt warned me that any time any Egyptian talks to you for any reason, they're trying to get your money. I thought he was exaggerating but now I realize my naive optimism. On our first full day in Cairo, while walking with the family toward the Egyptian museum, we were approached by a seemingly friendly and harmless looking local. I don't know his name, but I'll call him "Ahmed". The conversation went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmed: "Where are you from?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "America."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmed: "Ahh, I was just in Hawaii. My son lives there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could be true, I think to myself. He speaks English well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmed: "Are you going to the museum? Well, it's not open til noon, but let me show you how to get there. Here, come with me. Don't worry, I'm not trying to sell you anything, I'm a doctor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my BS detector is flashing red. "It's ok, we know how to get there, but thanks anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmed: "Since the museum is closed, I know a place where you can see how papyrus is made."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I said no about eight times and three different ways, he finally gave up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an example that shows just how hard the touts will work. My family was sitting in a taxi driving down a busy street toward Giza and the Sphinx, when a man runs up to the moving taxi and starts a conversation with the driver in Arabic - all while the taxi is still moving. He then runs ahead and around the corner, while the taxi follows and eventually slows. "Excuse me madam," the running man says to Amy who is in the front passenger seat.&lt;br /&gt;"No!" is Amy's immediate response. At this point, we're battle scarred from more than a week of fighting off husslers.&lt;br /&gt;"But," he starts again.&lt;br /&gt;"No!" Amy insists yet again.&lt;br /&gt;"Please, just let me say a few words. Then you can tell me yes or no."&lt;br /&gt;This time Amy graciously lets him speak. "Would you like to ride horses or camels past the pyramids at sunset? I can give you a very good price."&lt;br /&gt;Amy replies, "No, no thank you."&lt;br /&gt;With a dejected look, the man responds, "Ok, thank you madam," and our driver resumed the ride toward the fabled Sphinx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend of mine, Ian Jones, who is a seasoned world traveler, told us that while in India and Morocco, he dealt with the touts by yelling angrily at them before they even had a chance to speak. You may find this tactic bit extreme, but after you’ve been here for a few weeks, I bet you’d change your opinion.&lt;br /&gt;With 80 million people, most of them poor, and a terrible economy with high inflation, I sympathize with Egyptian and respect how hard they have to work to make a living. Terrorist attacks in years past have been devastating to the economy and even more so to the millions here who directly depend on tourism for income. The constant hassling can be a huge frustration and emotional drain. To keep your sanity, you have to prepare yourself mentally before each excursion from the hotel – and plan a sufficient number of respites from the hassle back in your overpriced tourist accommodations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-6559233153836066091?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/6559233153836066091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=6559233153836066091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6559233153836066091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6559233153836066091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2010/04/egyptian-hustlers-and-touts.html' title='Egyptian hustlers and touts'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-358844918052206642</id><published>2010-02-20T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T12:31:08.495-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Carnival in Patra, Greece</title><content type='html'>Last weekend Patra hosted it's famous Carnival celebration which, after Rio's Carnival and Mardi Gras in New Orleans is supposedly the world's third largest Carnival. It's a chance to indulge before the sacrifices of Lent take hold. They do throw a big party! Thankfully we had a break in the rain Saturday night so we didn't get soaked. We've had rain almost every day since I arrived three weeks earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager of my client's Patra office, Dionyssis Kantas, arranged for us to join one of the groups that marches through the streets of Patra in costume for Saturday night's parade. This involves wearing custom-made costume; our was called "Every Which Way". Hundreds of groups, some with over a thousand people and each with it's own distinct and elaborate costume, marches through the city with music blaring and revelers watching, blowing whistles, drinking wine, and throwing confetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S4Ax1mcUSLI/AAAAAAAAAew/QdbDjLbodss/s1600-h/patras+carnival+008+cropped.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S4Ax1mcUSLI/AAAAAAAAAew/QdbDjLbodss/s320/patras+carnival+008+cropped.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S4AzjgC7auI/AAAAAAAAAfA/pBvkDeyUhbA/s1600-h/patras+carnival+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S4AzjgC7auI/AAAAAAAAAfA/pBvkDeyUhbA/s320/patras+carnival+018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the parade Dionyssis invited us to his flat in Patra where we sampled his homemade wine while waiting for after-parade party to begin at a bar called the Beer Society. Apparently it's called by it's English name even by the Greeks. It started at 11:30 pm. That's right - it &lt;i&gt;started&lt;/i&gt; - at 11:30. It was fun, and several of my colleagues joined us there. Amy and I ducked out around 2:30 am to avoid turning into pumpkins, but Dionyssis partied til 5 am. I'm too old for that, I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another parade on Sunday afternoon includes floats, many of them overtly political satires, although the political humor was lost on us. We brought the kids for this parade and joined our friend Dawn Lawrence and her three boys to watch. On Sunday the adults skipped the costumes but Dionyssis generously loaned the kids costumes for the day, which made it much more fun for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S4Ax2sx-cSI/AAAAAAAAAe4/rpbpGum7xX4/s1600-h/carnival+patras+kid+costumes.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S4Ax2sx-cSI/AAAAAAAAAe4/rpbpGum7xX4/s320/carnival+patras+kid+costumes.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S4A09ClnrWI/AAAAAAAAAfI/4EV_AzxPYkg/s1600-h/patras+carnival+034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S4A09ClnrWI/AAAAAAAAAfI/4EV_AzxPYkg/s320/patras+carnival+034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S4A26n8_B-I/AAAAAAAAAfY/IVXqJ380dD0/s1600-h/patras+carnival+049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S4A26n8_B-I/AAAAAAAAAfY/IVXqJ380dD0/s320/patras+carnival+049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S4A2mChGNxI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/RoV3xO1f0mQ/s1600-h/patras+carnival+036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S4A2mChGNxI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/RoV3xO1f0mQ/s320/patras+carnival+036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday's parade lasts all afternoon and past dark, and the Carnival festivities end with fireworks and the burning of the "king of the carnival" on a barge in the bay. The King is a large paper mache' bust of a king figure. The rain was steady most of the evening -- so much that the King refused to burn properly, and kind of fizzled out. We watched the rainy climax from the comfort of our apartment rather than joining the thousands of drunk revelers under their umbrellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately Monday is a National Holiday - Ash Monday - so everyone can sleep off their hangovers. It's a tradition to fly kites and eat salt bread and a special kind of cake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-358844918052206642?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/358844918052206642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=358844918052206642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/358844918052206642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/358844918052206642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2010/02/carnival-in-patra-greece.html' title='Carnival in Patra, Greece'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S4Ax1mcUSLI/AAAAAAAAAew/QdbDjLbodss/s72-c/patras+carnival+008+cropped.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-6655128565805556402</id><published>2010-02-13T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T01:38:44.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greece'/><title type='text'>Monastery of Mega Spileou</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I visited the Monastery of Mega Spileou (Great Cave) in the mountains southeast of Patras with my colleague Bob Sarni and his wife Kari. The whole place is being remodeled but a very old chapel is intact with faded frescoes on the ceiling and an icon of the Virgin Mary supposedly created by St. Luke. The setting is spectacular, and the drive into the mountains is scenic, passing olive orchards, vineyards and small hillside villages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S3Zks2bKx0I/AAAAAAAAAeY/pVi9OJU3_zU/s1600-h/mega+spileou+monastery+2+-+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S3Zks2bKx0I/AAAAAAAAAeY/pVi9OJU3_zU/s320/mega+spileou+monastery+2+-+small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S3ZkxGhcTcI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BlwJnhI0_Nk/s1600-h/mega+spileou+monastery+mist+-+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S3ZkxGhcTcI/AAAAAAAAAeg/BlwJnhI0_Nk/s320/mega+spileou+monastery+mist+-+small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S3Zky-fa19I/AAAAAAAAAeo/4z3hGaP08tM/s1600-h/vouraikos+gorge+-+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S3Zky-fa19I/AAAAAAAAAeo/4z3hGaP08tM/s320/vouraikos+gorge+-+small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-6655128565805556402?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/6655128565805556402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=6655128565805556402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6655128565805556402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6655128565805556402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2010/02/monastery-of-mega-spileou.html' title='Monastery of Mega Spileou'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S3Zks2bKx0I/AAAAAAAAAeY/pVi9OJU3_zU/s72-c/mega+spileou+monastery+2+-+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-7739443669922758420</id><published>2010-02-06T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:04:26.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greece'/><title type='text'>Egio, Greece</title><content type='html'>Along with Bob and Kari Sarni and the Lawrence family, I spent some time on Saturday morning in the small port city of Egio, Greece (sometimes spelled Aigio) while waiting for a ferry to take us across the Gulf of Corinth en route to Delphi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S25XKHuBmyI/AAAAAAAAAdI/82uGytfvN9Y/s1600-h/egio+ferry+-+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S25XKHuBmyI/AAAAAAAAAdI/82uGytfvN9Y/s320/egio+ferry+-+small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S25XLQHpAWI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/L4jvTNBDPIM/s1600-h/egio+ferry+brad+-+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S25XLQHpAWI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/L4jvTNBDPIM/s320/egio+ferry+brad+-+small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Greeks seem to be fond of building churches into cliff faces, and I took some photos of one such church in Egio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S25XSbOEoxI/AAAAAAAAAdo/tQwS_liXd_Q/s1600-h/egio+cliff+church+-+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S25XSbOEoxI/AAAAAAAAAdo/tQwS_liXd_Q/s320/egio+cliff+church+-+small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S25XPy6p5mI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3a_OQMxur-k/s1600-h/egio+cliff+chuch+side+-+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S25XPy6p5mI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3a_OQMxur-k/s320/egio+cliff+chuch+side+-+small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S25XN54xwyI/AAAAAAAAAdY/khDb8hUnN6w/s1600-h/egio+church+art+-+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S25XN54xwyI/AAAAAAAAAdY/khDb8hUnN6w/s320/egio+church+art+-+small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S25XcpAZlqI/AAAAAAAAAdw/85qdL0CDMYI/s1600-h/egio+church+icons+2+-+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S25XcpAZlqI/AAAAAAAAAdw/85qdL0CDMYI/s320/egio+church+icons+2+-+small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-7739443669922758420?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/7739443669922758420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=7739443669922758420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/7739443669922758420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/7739443669922758420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2010/02/egio-greece.html' title='Egio, Greece'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S25XKHuBmyI/AAAAAAAAAdI/82uGytfvN9Y/s72-c/egio+ferry+-+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-8496660448197743894</id><published>2010-02-06T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T12:02:32.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greece'/><title type='text'>Greece - Chapter One</title><content type='html'>I landed at the Athens airport on January 24 along with five of my colleagues and some of their family members, and proceeded to drive our convoy of three rented Ford Focus cars westward for two and half hours to the seaside village of &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;source=s_q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=logos,+greece&amp;amp;sll=38.282122,22.024927&amp;amp;sspn=0.033552,0.077162&amp;amp;g=selianitika,+greece&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hq=&amp;amp;hnear=Logos,+%CE%A3%CF%85%CE%BC%CF%80%CE%BF%CE%BB%CE%B9%CF%84%CE%B5%CE%AF%CE%B1+Achaea,+Greece&amp;amp;ll=38.295865,22.016859&amp;amp;spn=0.268369,0.617294&amp;amp;z=11"&gt;Longos&lt;/a&gt; (sometimes spelled Logos or Loggos). Thankfully, National rent-a-car upgraded us all to a larger class of car, or the eleven of us and our luggage wouldn't have fit. In Greece, a Ford Focus is pretty spacious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longos is a sleepy village, especially in winter. It consists of an orthodox church, two tavernas, a few mini markets, and a bar, plus a smattering of nearby vacation homes (all vacant this time of year) and mostly shuttered hotels. We're staying at the &lt;a href="http://www.harmony-apartments.com/en/greece/peloponnese/hotel/apartments.htm"&gt;Harmony Hotel Apartments&lt;/a&gt;, a nice place - recently constructed - about 150 meters from the beach. They filled the pool for us, but water temperature is still shockingly cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S2255RBN_-I/AAAAAAAAAc4/EioXp4Pq8D0/s1600-h/longos+apt+brad+kieran+-+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S2255RBN_-I/AAAAAAAAAc4/EioXp4Pq8D0/s320/longos+apt+brad+kieran+-+small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brad with Kieran (my colleague's son) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The village looks a bit run down, with many half-built and shabby buildings, plenty of graffiti and litter - I would say it's nice from far, but far from nice. The place does manage to retain a bit of charm, though. Kari Sarni and Dawn Lawrence, who are wives of my colleagues, have made friends with the local baker and butcher (but no candlestick maker that we've found yet), demostrating the Greek's well-founded reputation for hospitality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S226hDPm4uI/AAAAAAAAAdA/xxKyjPeVlFc/s1600-h/longos+beach+house+tree+-+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S226hDPm4uI/AAAAAAAAAdA/xxKyjPeVlFc/s320/longos+beach+house+tree+-+small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An odd fisherman's cottage with a tree growing through the roof &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greece is suprisingly mountainous, and the mountain ranges rise up straight from the Mediterranean coast, so their elevation is quite impressive. Mt. Hermos, about 30 km away and home of Kalavrita ski area, rises to 2340 meters (7800 feet). Yes, there is snow in Greece. A fair amount of it recently. We've had rain on the coast all but two of the twelve days I've been here so far, which translates to snow above about 1000 meters. At our apartment on the coast, I've had to scrape ice off the windshield twice this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first night our hotel host introduced us all to the best of the villages' two tavernas, a tongue-twisting place called Metexetasteoi (using the closest Latin equivalent of the Greek letters). The taverna's chef (and I presume owner) is a flamboyant fellow named Evangelis. We asked him to bring us an assortment of appetizers and main courses. We quickly learned that Greek tavernas are very generous with their servings, and we stuffed ourselves silly with food and wine, but not before starting the evening with a round of honey-sweetened warm Ouzo, which is surprisingly tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S2250Onw6CI/AAAAAAAAAcw/U_JroKNSuEA/s1600-h/longos+taverna+2+-+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S2250Onw6CI/AAAAAAAAAcw/U_JroKNSuEA/s320/longos+taverna+2+-+small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Metexetasteoi taverna in Longos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving in Greece is a contact sport, and the pesky traffic laws are merely mild suggestions. The shoulder on the main highway - two lanes only - has been adapted to serve as an extra lane in each direction. Passing on blind curves is expected. If you're driving any less than double the speed limit you'll likely find someone riding your bumper - until they pass you on a blind curve and play chicken with oncoming traffic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week a bunch of Greek farmers decided to protest government plans to reduce or eliminate farm subsidies by blocking the main freeway out of Patras, where we work, which bumped our evening commute from 30 minutes to 60 minutes. It seems the Greek police couldn't control the situation so it went on for three days. Thankfully all is back to normal now. It seems the Greeks may have fudged the numbers a bit to join the EU and it turns out their public debt exceeds EU limits so now the government is proposing a variety of austerity measures. The silver lining for American visitors is that the turmoil is strengthening the dollar against the Euro - even if only slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just six weeks to go in my temporary Greek home. I'll try to make the most of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-8496660448197743894?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/8496660448197743894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=8496660448197743894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/8496660448197743894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/8496660448197743894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2010/02/greece-chapter-one.html' title='Greece - Chapter One'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S2255RBN_-I/AAAAAAAAAc4/EioXp4Pq8D0/s72-c/longos+apt+brad+kieran+-+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-6021555043040081093</id><published>2010-01-24T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T14:39:59.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='berlin'/><title type='text'>Four freezing days in Berlin</title><content type='html'>I'm startgin a contract with the German company Agile42, who is consulting with a telecommunications company to help them transition to agile software development methods. Agile42 has recruited a fantastic team of nine consultants to coach the client over a four-month period. The nine of us met for the first time in Berlin last week to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived on Wednesday afternoon in a cold and snow-blanketed Berlin. Everyone tells us it's been unusally cold here for the past weeks - maybe the coldest in decades. Our gracious hosts, Marion Eickmann and Andrea Tomasini, invited us for Prosecco (which I had to look up - it's the Italian version of Champagne) at their flat, just a few blocks from the hotel. The 'Prosecco' turned into quite an ample feast, starting with Prosecco, of course, plus a delicious sampling of appetizers. Soon the wine and beer was flowing and a variety of hot pizzas arrived from nearby Al Vecchio Trattoria - also delicious. Marion, who is a generous as she is gregarious, soon brought out bottles of Scotch and Grappa, which I unwisely decided to sample on top of the wine and prosecco I'd had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S1y8gBXEjiI/AAAAAAAAAb4/pPeXbAdv02M/s1600-h/marion+scotch+bottle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S1y8gBXEjiI/AAAAAAAAAb4/pPeXbAdv02M/s320/marion+scotch+bottle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungover and jet-lagged is not a good combination. I learned this lesson first thing Thursday morning, when our team got down to business, but I made it through day. The sun made a brief appearance in the morning, but the mercury never climbed above 20 F, and we collected a dusting of snow on our jackets walking back from lunch. Per our request, Marion arranged a German meal for us all on Thursday evening - Wienerschnitzel with potato salad. Sehr gut! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was another work day and another day below freezing, with the typical depressing overcast skies. The festivities continued Friday evening with an Italian feast for the whole team, spouses and families. Our camped out at the Al Vecchio Trattoria for almost five hours of food, drink, and great company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S1y87zCpHII/AAAAAAAAAcA/TFdTMOgBpg4/s1600-h/berlin+italian+dinner+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S1y87zCpHII/AAAAAAAAAcA/TFdTMOgBpg4/s320/berlin+italian+dinner+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a brutally cold sightseeing day, with daytime temperatures around -11 C (about 15 F). Our first stop was Potsdammer Platz, a former checkpoint on the wall which has been completely razed and rebuilt, now home of the Sony center - shops, cinema, restaurants. We didn't linger outside long due to the cold so we soon enjoyed a great German meal - and of course beer - at a local Hofbrauhaus (brewery). As the sun was setting we took the subway to the Brandenburg gate, and walked along one of the few sections of the wall that is still standing. After the wall fell in 1989, the east side was completely covered in artwork -- first rough graffiti and later much finer paintings -- which have since been restored and made into a sort of outdoor museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S1y9jS2eWeI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/sgbrb-TxpLo/s1600-h/berlin+lunch+-+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S1y9jS2eWeI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/sgbrb-TxpLo/s320/berlin+lunch+-+small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S1y9er8wSTI/AAAAAAAAAcI/QxW_dbwQnHE/s1600-h/berlin+brandenburg+gate+-+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S1y9er8wSTI/AAAAAAAAAcI/QxW_dbwQnHE/s320/berlin+brandenburg+gate+-+small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S1y9rx-u6sI/AAAAAAAAAcY/kZX_viBFeTE/s1600-h/berlin+wall+pink+floyd+brad+1+-+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S1y9rx-u6sI/AAAAAAAAAcY/kZX_viBFeTE/s320/berlin+wall+pink+floyd+brad+1+-+small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also passed by an anarchists march - about 100 anarchists marching to protest police repression. Ironically, they were being escorted by probably 300 German police in dozens of police vans. Just as frostbite began to set in, we arrived back at Marion's flat in east Berlin where she prepared us a home-cooked German meal - this time a tasty potato dish called 'green sauce'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say 'vielen dank' to Marion and Andrea for their exceptional hospitality toward us all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-6021555043040081093?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/6021555043040081093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=6021555043040081093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6021555043040081093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6021555043040081093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2010/01/four-freezing-days-in-berlin.html' title='Four freezing days in Berlin'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S1y8gBXEjiI/AAAAAAAAAb4/pPeXbAdv02M/s72-c/marion+scotch+bottle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-5251966629586258772</id><published>2010-01-19T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T16:41:21.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Off to Greece via Berlin</title><content type='html'>I'm at Denver International Airport right now waiting to board a flight to Berlin. About a month ago I signed up for a contract to work with a European telecom company, training and coaching them on agile software development. The company &lt;a href="http://www.agile42.com/"&gt;Agile42&lt;/a&gt;, based in Berlin, is leading the project and they subcontracted much of the work to independent consultants such as myself. Besides getting over the jet lag, I'll spend Thursday and Friday preparing with the team of consultants at Agile42's office in Berlin. On Sunday, we all fly to Athens, and then from there it's a few hours' ride West to the city of Patra, on the west coast of the Peloponnese peninsula in Greece. On Monday, the two-month first phase starts. Yep, I'll be living in Patra for 2 months. Amy and the kids will be joining me on February 10, but not until they've enjoyed a week-long vacation in Cozumel - a vacation that I had to cancel when I snagged this gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait, there's more! After two months in Greece, we have two weeks off. We're planning to do some traveling, and we're leaning toward Egypt since it's a short flight from Greece. I'd also like to see some of the Greek islands if we have time. Anyone have suggestions on sights to see in the region?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our two-week tour, we all fly to Shanghai, where I'll start phase 2 of the contract - another two months. I'm looking forward to the adventure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-5251966629586258772?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/5251966629586258772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=5251966629586258772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/5251966629586258772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/5251966629586258772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2010/01/off-to-greece-via-berlin.html' title='Off to Greece via Berlin'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-941699454003060425</id><published>2010-01-04T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:29:39.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Andrew's first double diamond</title><content type='html'>Amy and I went skiing with the kids on Sunday at Beaver Creek where we met my college buddy Michael Acosta and his kids for a great day of skiing. Michael and I took Andrew and Michael's son Alex on Golden Eagle - a double black run that was the course for the 1999 World Championship downhill race. It's steep. Really steep. But the boys did awesome! Andrew made great turns - without poles - to control his speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S0KxzqK4paI/AAAAAAAAAbo/4OTlKwk19I0/s1600-h/andrew+double+black.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S0KxzqK4paI/AAAAAAAAAbo/4OTlKwk19I0/s320/andrew+double+black.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S0Kx2PMy-dI/AAAAAAAAAbw/HVk03XTX7sk/s1600-h/andrew+beaver+creek.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S0Kx2PMy-dI/AAAAAAAAAbw/HVk03XTX7sk/s320/andrew+beaver+creek.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-941699454003060425?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/941699454003060425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=941699454003060425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/941699454003060425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/941699454003060425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2010/01/andrews-first-double-diamond.html' title='Andrew&apos;s first double diamond'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/S0KxzqK4paI/AAAAAAAAAbo/4OTlKwk19I0/s72-c/andrew+double+black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-3715295454527603886</id><published>2009-11-18T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:39:34.591-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Not quite 'Rain Man', but impressive</title><content type='html'>At dinner tonight, I was explaining how I did some code complexity analysis today and found a class with a complexity number of 39 versus the project average of 1.8. Serious nerd talk, sure, but that's not the point of this here post. Somehow this nerd talk led to the question "what is 39 divided by 6?" I asked Andrew, age 6, if he could figure it out. Here's a play-by-play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad: So what is 39 divided by 6? can you figure it out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: Hmmm. (pause...some mumbling) "36...What's 39 divided by 3" (a brief pause) "13...so what is half of 13...there is no half of 13!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad: "There is a half of 13, it's just a number and a half."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: "Hmm... (brief pause) 6....six and a half."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad: "So what is 39 divided by 6?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: "Six and a half."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad: "Awesome, buddy! How did you learn how to do that? Did someone teach you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: "No, I just figured it out by myself."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-3715295454527603886?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/3715295454527603886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=3715295454527603886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/3715295454527603886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/3715295454527603886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-quite-rain-man-but-impressive.html' title='Not quite &apos;Rain Man&apos;, but impressive'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-5633314549644836036</id><published>2009-10-31T16:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T16:35:32.317-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Fancy jack-o-lanterns for little tykes</title><content type='html'>We got some fancy-schmancy patterns for jack-o-lanterns and put the kids (and ourselves) to work for a few hours last weekend carving. The pumpkins were courtesy of my dad, Dean; his pumpkin plant was thrashed to shreds in a July hailstorm the broke windows and destroyed the roof, but somehow it make a comeback and produced two huge pumpkins by October. One of them weighed about 45 pounds! Unfortunately they were still green, but they worked! Andrew carved the spider, mostly by himself, and Elizabeth worked on the skeleton with daddy. Mommy gutted the pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Suy7NPlUKiI/AAAAAAAAAaE/lrPWNkZP8VM/s1600-h/pumpkin+carving+liz+-+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Suy7NPlUKiI/AAAAAAAAAaE/lrPWNkZP8VM/s400/pumpkin+carving+liz+-+small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Suy7POKScTI/AAAAAAAAAaM/bwHs3HK0ZDM/s1600-h/pumpkin+carving+andrew+-+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Suy7POKScTI/AAAAAAAAAaM/bwHs3HK0ZDM/s400/pumpkin+carving+andrew+-+small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Suy7R5RRplI/AAAAAAAAAaU/vjXzSJJrZsI/s1600-h/pumpkin+liz+skeleton.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Suy7R5RRplI/AAAAAAAAAaU/vjXzSJJrZsI/s400/pumpkin+liz+skeleton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Suy7UmzM7MI/AAAAAAAAAac/5u8Nu2Av628/s1600-h/pumpkin+andrew+spider.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Suy7UmzM7MI/AAAAAAAAAac/5u8Nu2Av628/s400/pumpkin+andrew+spider.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-5633314549644836036?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/5633314549644836036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=5633314549644836036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/5633314549644836036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/5633314549644836036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2009/10/fancy-jack-o-lanterns-for-little-tykes.html' title='Fancy jack-o-lanterns for little tykes'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Suy7NPlUKiI/AAAAAAAAAaE/lrPWNkZP8VM/s72-c/pumpkin+carving+liz+-+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-6316324920478190941</id><published>2009-10-31T16:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T16:15:33.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween snowman</title><content type='html'>Andrew and I took advantage of an absolutely gorgeous Saturday with warm weather and lots of packable snow on the ground to build a big ol' snowman in the backyard. I feel like a little kid again when I'm playing in the snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Suy2YX10jNI/AAAAAAAAAZs/sYq3RkfHy1k/s1600-h/halloween+snowman+andrew+brad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Suy2YX10jNI/AAAAAAAAAZs/sYq3RkfHy1k/s400/halloween+snowman+andrew+brad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Suy2oOZjANI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/tQ8atUudPa4/s1600-h/halloween+snowman+andrew+closeup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Suy2oOZjANI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/tQ8atUudPa4/s400/halloween+snowman+andrew+closeup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Suy2rocrzwI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/cIAv5izFb-Y/s1600-h/halloween+snowman+brad+kids+-+small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Suy2rocrzwI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/cIAv5izFb-Y/s400/halloween+snowman+brad+kids+-+small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-6316324920478190941?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/6316324920478190941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=6316324920478190941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6316324920478190941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6316324920478190941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-snowman.html' title='Halloween snowman'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Suy2YX10jNI/AAAAAAAAAZs/sYq3RkfHy1k/s72-c/halloween+snowman+andrew+brad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-1626539757389487669</id><published>2009-08-16T17:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T09:00:51.125-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>5:04:25 on Pikes Peak</title><content type='html'>Today was the big day. My goal was to finish the Pikes Peak Marathon in 5 hours, 10 minutes, and I beat my goal by about 4 and a half minutes. The weather was great, in contrast with last year's cold, rain, snow and lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the numbers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish time:      5 hours, 4 minutes, 25 seconds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Overall place:   42nd out of 711 people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Place in age group (M 35-39): 8th out of 97&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ascent time:     3:12:17&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Average pace: 11:37 per mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elevation gain: 7,815 ft&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elevation change: 15,630 ft&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elevation at the summit: 14,115 ft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The injury report:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;sprained left thumb&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;scraped hand, knee and ankle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stubbed toe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;After doing some reading the day before the race, I revised my strategy to take a slightly slower pace in the first 5 miles, which is the steepest section. It was a challenge to stick with this strategy as I watched 9 people pass me during this section, but paid off in the long run since I had enough juice left to pass more than 9 people during the rest of the race. I ran the last mile of race in just 7 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one sprain a thumb in a marathon you might ask? Well, the race goes up the single-track Barr trail, not the road as many people assume. The trail averages 11% grade with rocks, roots and steps, so running downhill on this terrain can be treacherous, especially when you're severely fatigued. I tripped going down some steps and landed on my left hand, spraining my thumb. I stumbled several other times on the downhill run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pre-race routine consisted of eating half a banana, one energy quark (fantastic energy food from &lt;a href="http://genuineenergyfood.com/"&gt;Nutropolis&lt;/a&gt;), one Clif shot, and one Power gel, plus getting a 3-minute warm-up run just prior to race start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great experience and a proud accomplishment, but now I'm looking forward to a few days of R &amp;amp; R!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-1626539757389487669?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/1626539757389487669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=1626539757389487669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/1626539757389487669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/1626539757389487669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2009/08/50425-on-pikes-peak.html' title='5:04:25 on Pikes Peak'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-3042078282308885053</id><published>2009-08-05T12:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T12:19:33.761-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='club foot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Training for the Pikes Peak Marathon</title><content type='html'>For the past two years I ran in the Pikes Peak Ascent, and this year I decided to up the ante and race twice as far in the full Pikes Peak Marathon, which is 26.2 miles from Manitou Springs to the 14,115 foot summit of Pikes and back down again, with an elevation change of 7,815 vertical feet each direction. I've been logging about 40 miles of running per week plus a few hours of biking, and I think I'm ready. This weekend will be my last long training run before the race on August 16. I've turned the race into a fundraiser again this year. I'm raising money to help treat kids around the world with club foot deformity. I hope to raise $1000 for the Ponseti International Association for the Advancement of Clubfoot Treatment. Dr. Ponseti is an amazing 94-year-old doctor who pioneered the non-surgical technique and is still practicing medicine today. You can donate to the case at &lt;a href="http://www.givetoiowa.org/ponseti/running4clubfoot"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-3042078282308885053?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/3042078282308885053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=3042078282308885053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/3042078282308885053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/3042078282308885053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2009/08/training-for-pikes-peak-marathon.html' title='Training for the Pikes Peak Marathon'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-7592775719009035272</id><published>2009-07-29T18:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T18:48:36.356-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colorado'/><title type='text'>Torrey's Peak: Kelso ridge route</title><content type='html'>My college friend Chris Alonso called me a few days ago, said he is in town for a few days and invited me to climb the Kelso ridge on Torrey's Peak (14,236 ft) today. Kelso is the northeast ridge and it's a class 3 scramble. Chris' friend and climbing buddy, whose name is also Brad, joined us and we hit the road at 4:45 am this morning. On the dirt road approaching the trailhead, we encountered a Chevy Suburan with Texas plates, stopped in the road, its occupants out scratching their heads. "End of the road," they said to us when we rolled down our window, and pointed ahead to a washed out, rutted section of the road. "It's not that bad," Chris said, as he drove forward in his Subaru. Though it took some manuvering, we got past the ruts and up to the trailhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first class 3 summit climb I've done, and it was fun. We got off route at one point and chose steep but short class 4 way to get back on track. That got the adrenaline going a bit. The crux of the route is just a few hundred feet below the summit, a knife edge with a fair amount of exposure on either side. Not enough exposure that a slip would mean certain death, but enough to get the adrenaline going again.  We reached the summit in less than 3 hours. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the descent, I jogged down the standard route to get some downhill training in. We didn't see the Chevy Suburban in the trailhead lot, so I suspect they never made it. Too bad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-7592775719009035272?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/7592775719009035272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=7592775719009035272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/7592775719009035272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/7592775719009035272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2009/07/torreys-peak-kelso-ridge-route.html' title='Torrey&apos;s Peak: Kelso ridge route'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-2040309582311167920</id><published>2009-07-15T21:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T09:12:06.971-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Peak bagging</title><content type='html'>I bagged my sixteenth Colorado fourteener (14,000+ foot mountain) today with my brother Erik, speed-hiking La Plata peak (14,336 ft). We made it up 4100 vertical feet and about 5 miles in just under 2 hours (1:54 to be precise). We also did a fast hike up Mt. Massive on June 26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sl6hXp8lzCI/AAAAAAAAAZA/tl7urCOvgzs/s1600-h/brad+erik+la+plata+pk+-+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sl6hXp8lzCI/AAAAAAAAAZA/tl7urCOvgzs/s400/brad+erik+la+plata+pk+-+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358898034386521122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Erik and Brad on La Plata Peak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sl6g6O2Pb4I/AAAAAAAAAY4/ke3V6HUqn3I/s1600-h/mt+massive+brad+erik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sl6g6O2Pb4I/AAAAAAAAAY4/ke3V6HUqn3I/s400/mt+massive+brad+erik.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358897528895926146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An arm's length cell phone photo from the summit of Mt. Massive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the complete list of 14'ers I've bagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;La Plata&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Massive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mt. Evans (3 years of the Mt. Evans Ascent race)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pikes Peak (2 years in the Pikes Peak Ascent race)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bierstadt (in December)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Longs Peak&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Torrey's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grey's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sherman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Huron&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elbert (tallest in Colorado)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quandry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harvard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Princeton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sneffels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mt. Holy Cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-2040309582311167920?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/2040309582311167920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=2040309582311167920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/2040309582311167920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/2040309582311167920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2009/07/peak-bagging.html' title='Peak bagging'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sl6hXp8lzCI/AAAAAAAAAZA/tl7urCOvgzs/s72-c/brad+erik+la+plata+pk+-+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-5490971499421227623</id><published>2009-07-15T21:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:17:54.575-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>The perils of running downhill</title><content type='html'>You might think running downhill would be the easy part of trail running. You'd be half right. Easier for your heart &amp;amp; lungs, but harder on everything else. And there's always the risk of twisted ankles and trail rash. Two weeks ago I was running downhill on Dakota Ridge, tripped on a rock and instantly hit the ground. My right hand and shoulder bore the brunt of the fall. As painful as the initial scrapes were, scrubbing the dirt out was even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sl6bdjOzhpI/AAAAAAAAAYw/wMGvjQosbeY/s1600-h/brad+bloody+hand+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sl6bdjOzhpI/AAAAAAAAAYw/wMGvjQosbeY/s400/brad+bloody+hand+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358891538593318546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-5490971499421227623?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/5490971499421227623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=5490971499421227623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/5490971499421227623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/5490971499421227623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2009/07/perils-of-running-downhill.html' title='The perils of running downhill'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sl6bdjOzhpI/AAAAAAAAAYw/wMGvjQosbeY/s72-c/brad+bloody+hand+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-2175642315410318168</id><published>2009-06-20T20:43:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T06:41:50.936-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Yellowstone vacation</title><content type='html'>Our big "summer" vacation for 2009 was a trip to Yellowstone from June 5-12. I write "summer" in quotes for reasons that we become apparent when see some of our photos below. Amy's parents Ron and Dena joined us and brought their pop-up camper, which was a nice ammenity, especially with the kids. We broke up the long drive north with a Friday night stay at Sinks Canyon State Park near Lander, Wyoming. The "sink" refers to a spot where the Popo Agie (pronounced popo zhia), a substantial river, disappears underground and comes up again a quarter mile downstread after meandering through caverns for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj2y_LtMIaI/AAAAAAAAASo/lMYSyYqxtS4/s1600-h/andrew+dena+sinks+canyon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349628730929848738" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj2y_LtMIaI/AAAAAAAAASo/lMYSyYqxtS4/s400/andrew+dena+sinks+canyon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andrew and Grandma Dena at Sinks canyon near Lander, Wyoming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349628726056062658" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj2y-5jMDsI/AAAAAAAAASg/lcn7kFTsMMM/s400/amy+liz+sinks+canyon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Amy and Elizabeth at the sink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj2y_Zq_DNI/AAAAAAAAASw/xyf3_dZymyI/s1600-h/family+hanging+bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349628734678699218" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj2y_Zq_DNI/AAAAAAAAASw/xyf3_dZymyI/s400/family+hanging+bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The family on a hanging bridge over the Popo Agie river&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349628742422880866" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj2y_2hV4mI/AAAAAAAAAS4/3dhbHAF-KWQ/s400/andrew+sparklers+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Andrew with sparklers at our Sinks Canyon camp site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday we drove the rest of the way with a fuel stop in beautiful Dubois, Wyoming - home of the giant jackalope! Pure Americana kitsch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj22W4aarmI/AAAAAAAAATA/wqAorVnh5xA/s1600-h/andrew+liz+jackalope+dubois.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj22W4aarmI/AAAAAAAAATA/wqAorVnh5xA/s400/andrew+liz+jackalope+dubois.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349632436602580578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer in Yellowstone! We arrived in the park on Saturday and set up camp at the muddy, treeless Bridge Bay campground. We had a white surprise on Sunday morning and spent the day seeing the sights in the Yellowstone valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj26K9JI4lI/AAAAAAAAATo/A3X2OPrMKnE/s1600-h/camp+snow+bridge+bay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj26K9JI4lI/AAAAAAAAATo/A3X2OPrMKnE/s400/camp+snow+bridge+bay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349636629760369234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snowy Sunday morning at the Bridge Bay campground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj26ewMH_sI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/2IkctLPqF7A/s1600-h/snow+bison+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj26ewMH_sI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/2IkctLPqF7A/s400/snow+bison+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349636969880616642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snow covered bison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj26KtI7kXI/AAAAAAAAATg/tfZ1ku17daM/s1600-h/brad+liz+snow+bison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj26KtI7kXI/AAAAAAAAATg/tfZ1ku17daM/s400/brad+liz+snow+bison.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349636625464529266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brad &amp;amp; Elizabeth watching the bison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj26LDIbj8I/AAAAAAAAATw/w_V07tpa9PY/s1600-h/liz+snow+umbrella+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj26LDIbj8I/AAAAAAAAATw/w_V07tpa9PY/s400/liz+snow+umbrella+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349636631368011714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elizabeth hiking with an umbrella in the snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj27_8r_L_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/zRPejhBBPuc/s1600-h/mud+pot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj27_8r_L_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/zRPejhBBPuc/s400/mud+pot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349638639682793458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steaming mud pot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj28rVBMQbI/AAAAAAAAAUo/FUF3Rt0uUGs/s1600-h/bison+shedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj28rVBMQbI/AAAAAAAAAUo/FUF3Rt0uUGs/s400/bison+shedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349639384948556210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bison shedding winter coat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj25xPT7yTI/AAAAAAAAATQ/yz275OFA614/s1600-h/bison+closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj25xPT7yTI/AAAAAAAAATQ/yz275OFA614/s400/bison+closeup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349636187960887602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bison close up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj26fCONiuI/AAAAAAAAAUY/PezeC5okmlo/s1600-h/upper+falls+andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj26fCONiuI/AAAAAAAAAUY/PezeC5okmlo/s400/upper+falls+andrew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349636974721207010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew overlooking the upper falls of the Yellowstone river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj26eRTljYI/AAAAAAAAAUA/7VmF36E3hkg/s1600-h/lower+falls+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj26eRTljYI/AAAAAAAAAUA/7VmF36E3hkg/s400/lower+falls+family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349636961590414722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family at the lower falls of the Yellowstone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj26ep6FLUI/AAAAAAAAAUI/bL9WhSnpMk8/s1600-h/lower+falls+vista+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj26ep6FLUI/AAAAAAAAAUI/bL9WhSnpMk8/s400/lower+falls+vista+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349636968194321730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lower falls vista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj26LTOalwI/AAAAAAAAAT4/LDpJycToXgg/s1600-h/lower+falls+brink+brad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj26LTOalwI/AAAAAAAAAT4/LDpJycToXgg/s400/lower+falls+brink+brad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349636635688081154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brad at the brink of the lower falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj25w310wpI/AAAAAAAAATI/hGHcpzyNaCc/s1600-h/bison+calf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj25w310wpI/AAAAAAAAATI/hGHcpzyNaCc/s400/bison+calf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349636181660582546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bison Calving season&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Monday morning we'd had enough of the sloppy conditions at Bridge Bay and moved to the lower elevations and slightly warmer conditions at Madison, and saw the sights along the Firehole river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj2-POKfxNI/AAAAAAAAAUw/1cE2Smz2ze4/s1600-h/firehole+falls+ron+dena+amy+andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj2-POKfxNI/AAAAAAAAAUw/1cE2Smz2ze4/s400/firehole+falls+ron+dena+amy+andrew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349641101095453906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ron, Dena, Amy &amp;amp; Andrew at the Firehole falls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj2-PnDtlJI/AAAAAAAAAVI/OAQ1nVTe8Qw/s1600-h/lower+geyser+basin+paint+pot+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj2-PnDtlJI/AAAAAAAAAVI/OAQ1nVTe8Qw/s400/lower+geyser+basin+paint+pot+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349641107777885330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paint Pot at the lower geyser basin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj2-P3BtJMI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/B3hLMPVqWFc/s1600-h/middle+basin+amy+kids+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj2-P3BtJMI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/B3hLMPVqWFc/s400/middle+basin+amy+kids+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349641112064435394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amy &amp;amp; the kids at a steaming pool in the middle geyser basin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4jseMPUHI/AAAAAAAAAVY/suSl9CDo2v0/s1600-h/white+mound+geyser+andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4jseMPUHI/AAAAAAAAAVY/suSl9CDo2v0/s400/white+mound+geyser+andrew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349752654288343154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew watches the White Mound geyser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj2-PeR2qVI/AAAAAAAAAVA/iEP-Pw4tqww/s1600-h/liz+steady+geyser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj2-PeR2qVI/AAAAAAAAAVA/iEP-Pw4tqww/s400/liz+steady+geyser.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349641105421281618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elizabeth and the steam of Steady Geyser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Tuesday we enjoyed the nicer weather by watching Old Faithful and hiking a few miles to see a bunch of other geysers nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj2-PArtWbI/AAAAAAAAAU4/jSf-rRnUEj0/s1600-h/kids+camper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj2-PArtWbI/AAAAAAAAAU4/jSf-rRnUEj0/s400/kids+camper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349641097476659634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew &amp;amp; Elizabeth in Granddad's camper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4jslyuLWI/AAAAAAAAAVg/z2dPE5fzAQU/s1600-h/andrew+madison+river.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4jslyuLWI/AAAAAAAAAVg/z2dPE5fzAQU/s400/andrew+madison+river.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349752656328797538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew &amp;amp; the Madison river valley near our 2nd camp site&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4k__6_suI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/r07pES2Oco8/s1600-h/old+faithful+andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4k__6_suI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/r07pES2Oco8/s400/old+faithful+andrew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349754089271964386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew watching Old Faithful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4k_pmQaEI/AAAAAAAAAWI/XbQFoiCRmwE/s1600-h/sawmill+geyser+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4k_pmQaEI/AAAAAAAAAWI/XbQFoiCRmwE/s400/sawmill+geyser+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349754083279398978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brad and the kids watching the Sawmill geyser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4jsxdg2pI/AAAAAAAAAVw/x_gWy2tycYw/s1600-h/green+blue+pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4jsxdg2pI/AAAAAAAAAVw/x_gWy2tycYw/s400/green+blue+pool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349752659461069458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A colorful hot spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4js9E19JI/AAAAAAAAAVo/DtOu4yqgtVY/s1600-h/daisy+geyser+amy+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4js9E19JI/AAAAAAAAAVo/DtOu4yqgtVY/s400/daisy+geyser+amy+kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349752662578820242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amy &amp;amp; the kids at the Daisy geyser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4k_sBWsqI/AAAAAAAAAWA/AH7DuEZQXiA/s1600-h/bowl+pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4k_sBWsqI/AAAAAAAAAWA/AH7DuEZQXiA/s400/bowl+pool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349754083929928354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bowl shapedcauldron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4jtJilwWI/AAAAAAAAAV4/R26qE8X63IE/s1600-h/madison+campfire+andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4jtJilwWI/AAAAAAAAAV4/R26qE8X63IE/s400/madison+campfire+andrew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349752665924813154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew roasting marshmallows at the Madison campground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday Ron and I went fishing on the Gibbon river, Obsidian creek, and the Gardner river. We caught fish on each, and kept some Rainbow trout which we ate for breakfast the next day. Amy, Dena and the kids split off and went to see Mammoth hot springs, stopping to watch a bear (a grizzly?) along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4mt9vRr_I/AAAAAAAAAW4/IHR1xNEdqio/s1600-h/dena+andrew+liz+upper+terrace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4mt9vRr_I/AAAAAAAAAW4/IHR1xNEdqio/s400/dena+andrew+liz+upper+terrace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349755978471550962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dena &amp;amp; the kids at the upper terrace of Mammoth hot springs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4mQHtzKbI/AAAAAAAAAWo/lxghRvVROEk/s1600-h/bear2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4mQHtzKbI/AAAAAAAAAWo/lxghRvVROEk/s400/bear2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349755465753635250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bear. A grizzly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4mQYnK0wI/AAAAAAAAAWw/6LE7w2SL9p0/s1600-h/upper+terrace4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4mQYnK0wI/AAAAAAAAAWw/6LE7w2SL9p0/s400/upper+terrace4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349755470289228546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ghostly trees at Mammoth's upper terrace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4mP_MMVSI/AAAAAAAAAWg/kJeH6cqf0dE/s1600-h/mammoth+wasteland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4mP_MMVSI/AAAAAAAAAWg/kJeH6cqf0dE/s400/mammoth+wasteland.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349755463465194786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mammoth hot springs wasteland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4mPkZulQI/AAAAAAAAAWY/K1fyf_DM2SE/s1600-h/mammoth+terraces+andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4mPkZulQI/AAAAAAAAAWY/K1fyf_DM2SE/s400/mammoth+terraces+andrew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349755456274208002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew at the Mammoth terraces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Thursday we left the park for some canoeing and fishing on Hebgen lake in Montana near West Yellowstone. Andrew and Elizabeth both caught their first fish (Whitefish), and Andrew got full credit for casting, reeling, hooking and landing the fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4njB0sesI/AAAAAAAAAXI/zgFWmyJOt7c/s1600-h/lake+hebgen+canoe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4njB0sesI/AAAAAAAAAXI/zgFWmyJOt7c/s400/lake+hebgen+canoe2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349756890101086914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew, Liz, Brad and Ron on the canoe in Lake Hebgen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4njZGPUhI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/YbaNqRU5aKk/s1600-h/lake+hebgen+elizabeths+first+fish3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4njZGPUhI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/YbaNqRU5aKk/s400/lake+hebgen+elizabeths+first+fish3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349756896348688914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elizabeth's first fish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4ni6RULrI/AAAAAAAAAXA/_MBT2gDve7E/s1600-h/lake+hebgen+andrews+third+fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4ni6RULrI/AAAAAAAAAXA/_MBT2gDve7E/s400/lake+hebgen+andrews+third+fish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349756888073645746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew's third fish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4njkoP97I/AAAAAAAAAXY/WZRQqTbsGkI/s1600-h/lake+hebgen+liz++grandad+fishing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4njkoP97I/AAAAAAAAAXY/WZRQqTbsGkI/s400/lake+hebgen+liz++grandad+fishing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349756899444127666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elizabeth &amp;amp; Granddad fishing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday evening after a restaurant meal in West Yellowstone, Ron and Dena took the kids and Amy and I took advantage of the northern latitudes' late sunlight, and the lack of kids, to go for a 6-mile hike to Fairy Falls and the Imperial Geyser. One advantage of the late day hike is that we had both sites all to ourselves. Priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4qLHBMtlI/AAAAAAAAAYo/abwxdfGTcv0/s1600-h/fairy+falls+amy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4qLHBMtlI/AAAAAAAAAYo/abwxdfGTcv0/s400/fairy+falls+amy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349759777713731154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amy at Fairy Falls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4pVxHFZDI/AAAAAAAAAYI/5Qj7yzrnxHI/s1600-h/fairy+falls+bison+brad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4pVxHFZDI/AAAAAAAAAYI/5Qj7yzrnxHI/s400/fairy+falls+bison+brad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349758861299770418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brad hikes past a bison hiking near fairy falls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4pVrMOS1I/AAAAAAAAAYA/DNng-kYVhKc/s1600-h/fairy+falls+amy+steamy+river3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4pVrMOS1I/AAAAAAAAAYA/DNng-kYVhKc/s400/fairy+falls+amy+steamy+river3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349758859710712658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amy hikes past the steaming creek flowing from the Imperial geyser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4pV3rwUOI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/NriOI8-FoXE/s1600-h/imperial+geyser9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4pV3rwUOI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/NriOI8-FoXE/s400/imperial+geyser9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349758863064191202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Imperial Geyser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4pcJu0dUI/AAAAAAAAAYY/dAiNdFhLGwg/s1600-h/grand+prismatic+spring7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4pcJu0dUI/AAAAAAAAAYY/dAiNdFhLGwg/s400/grand+prismatic+spring7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349758970988098882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Grand Prismatic Spring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4pcOJ-sVI/AAAAAAAAAYg/dlJi8IM_rYg/s1600-h/sunset7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj4pcOJ-sVI/AAAAAAAAAYg/dlJi8IM_rYg/s400/sunset7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349758972175757650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Middle geyser basin at sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-2175642315410318168?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/2175642315410318168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=2175642315410318168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/2175642315410318168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/2175642315410318168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2009/06/yellowstone-vacation.html' title='Yellowstone vacation'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Sj2y_LtMIaI/AAAAAAAAASo/lMYSyYqxtS4/s72-c/andrew+dena+sinks+canyon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-5886190416097711599</id><published>2009-06-20T17:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:16:43.947-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Cold, Cold Mt. Evans Ascent</title><content type='html'>I ran the Mt. Evans Ascent this morning with a cold - in the cold. Fourteen and a half miles uphill, at altitude, with a head cold. I caught a cold more than a week ago at the end of our vacation in Yellowstone, and it's kept my head stuffed and muscles achy since then. I felt just barely better enough early this morning to run the race with the minimalist goal of finishing without making myself more sick. I met my goal with a finish of 2:43:43, which is almost 20 minutes slower than my finish last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that it was cold, too? Temperatures were in the 40s at the start but it got colder, windier, and foggier as we got up in altitude. The race organizers almost cut the race short at 9 miles due to the dense fog at the summit, but decided to let it go the full length. It was a rather misable experience, actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-5886190416097711599?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/5886190416097711599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=5886190416097711599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/5886190416097711599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/5886190416097711599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2009/06/cold-cold-mt-evans-ascent.html' title='Cold, Cold Mt. Evans Ascent'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-3530093976827072546</id><published>2009-05-30T15:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T15:17:21.195-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Kindergarten Field Day</title><content type='html'>Andrew's school has Field Day on the last day of school - his last day of Kindergarten. When I was in Elementary school, I remember field day being my favorite day of the year. I still remember competing with Carlos Newman in the long jump. Good times! It's great to see the tradition carried on, and Andrew had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341728469046692194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SiGhvaweiWI/AAAAAAAAAR4/-7Zfa8WvbcY/s400/tug+of+war+andrew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341728473531671842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SiGhvrdx5SI/AAAAAAAAASA/4PzL67LdzmE/s400/parachute+andrew+liz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341728478375837682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SiGhv9gt__I/AAAAAAAAASI/WQV8Ct-xlZ8/s400/25+yard+dash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341728477191556178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SiGhv5GXTFI/AAAAAAAAASQ/cDFm7V77s18/s400/3+legged+race+andrew+colin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341728479051984898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SiGhwAB7MAI/AAAAAAAAASY/KV81FmnfPak/s400/3+legged+race+andrew+colin2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-3530093976827072546?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/3530093976827072546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=3530093976827072546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/3530093976827072546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/3530093976827072546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2009/05/kindergarten-field-day.html' title='Kindergarten Field Day'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SiGhvaweiWI/AAAAAAAAAR4/-7Zfa8WvbcY/s72-c/tug+of+war+andrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-3132701965319636014</id><published>2009-04-25T17:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T17:17:04.781-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy 3rd birthday Elizabeth!</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth became 3 years old on April 15. I'm just now getting around to posting some photos. We celebrated at the kids' perennial favorite, Chuck E Cheese (not such a favorite for the over-10 crowd).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SfOY21zGOBI/AAAAAAAAARY/s6ktJwZwRy4/s1600-h/liz+3+bday+presents+3+-+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SfOY21zGOBI/AAAAAAAAARY/s6ktJwZwRy4/s400/liz+3+bday+presents+3+-+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328770852031182866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Opening presents the morning of her birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SfOY3bt_wWI/AAAAAAAAARw/KbdrfAO6xSk/s1600-h/liz+princess+-+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SfOY3bt_wWI/AAAAAAAAARw/KbdrfAO6xSk/s400/liz+princess+-+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328770862210335074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Showing off her gift of a princess outfit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SfOY3Gfh5PI/AAAAAAAAARo/rPglQyVz54o/s1600-h/liz+3+bday+chuckecheese+-+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SfOY3Gfh5PI/AAAAAAAAARo/rPglQyVz54o/s400/liz+3+bday+chuckecheese+-+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328770856512513266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liz and Andrew with the annoyingly musical, robotic Chuck E Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SfOY2_WaBJI/AAAAAAAAARg/sdP_s083fGg/s1600-h/family+at+liz+3rd+bday+-+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SfOY2_WaBJI/AAAAAAAAARg/sdP_s083fGg/s400/family+at+liz+3rd+bday+-+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328770854595200146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dena, Andrew, Ron, Jan, Jason, Emerson, Amy and Liz enjoy B-day cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-3132701965319636014?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/3132701965319636014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=3132701965319636014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/3132701965319636014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/3132701965319636014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-3rd-birthday-elizabeth.html' title='Happy 3rd birthday Elizabeth!'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SfOY21zGOBI/AAAAAAAAARY/s6ktJwZwRy4/s72-c/liz+3+bday+presents+3+-+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-7637717831688885907</id><published>2009-04-25T16:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T16:58:52.480-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Three Cousins</title><content type='html'>My sister Lynette, her husband Jeff and 7-month old Trevyn visited us for dinner last night. Andrew and Elizabeth had fun with their little cousin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SfOVgTdfyiI/AAAAAAAAARI/nPjksicbX78/s1600-h/andrew+liz+trevyn+1+-+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SfOVgTdfyiI/AAAAAAAAARI/nPjksicbX78/s400/andrew+liz+trevyn+1+-+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328767166321773090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SfOVgsNkT7I/AAAAAAAAARQ/GqHGMMm3dqU/s1600-h/andrew+liz+trevyn+2+-+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SfOVgsNkT7I/AAAAAAAAARQ/GqHGMMm3dqU/s400/andrew+liz+trevyn+2+-+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328767172965846962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-7637717831688885907?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/7637717831688885907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=7637717831688885907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/7637717831688885907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/7637717831688885907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2009/04/three-cousins.html' title='Three Cousins'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SfOVgTdfyiI/AAAAAAAAARI/nPjksicbX78/s72-c/andrew+liz+trevyn+1+-+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-8247261173063314227</id><published>2009-04-22T11:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:19:03.639-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skiing'/><title type='text'>Snowboarding whiplash</title><content type='html'>Beaver Creek got 6 inches of great snow on their last day of the season last week, and I borrowed a friend's snowboard and went riding - for the 2nd time in my life. I hit it hard, starting with an ungroomed blue slope. Needless to say, I fell a few times and discovered how painful snowboard falls can be. With both feet strapped together, you just can't recover like you can on 2 skis. On a groomed blue slope I got a lot of speed going and caught my back edge and fell backward so hard I completely flipped over. If I hadn't had a helmet, I'm convinced I would have gotten a concussion. It's a week and a half later now and I'm still sore - in fact I had to visit the chiropractor and he suspects I have whiplash. Looks like I'd better get some practice in before I try for speed again. I hope to get some days in at A-Basin this Spring and do just that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-8247261173063314227?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/8247261173063314227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=8247261173063314227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/8247261173063314227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/8247261173063314227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2009/04/snowboarding-whiplash.html' title='Snowboarding whiplash'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-4151208562807029636</id><published>2009-03-31T14:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:59:11.906-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skiing'/><title type='text'>Backcountry Bust</title><content type='html'>I had grand backcountry plans for today. I met my brother Erik at his house in Breckenridge bright and early so we could hike up Peak 10 and ski down 4th of July bowl - an opportunity to put my avalanche gear to use for the first time in years. We geared up and rode the Falcon Express lift to the top of peak 10 and encountered howling winds and white-out conditions. On top of the questionable avalanche danger, it was miserable, so we nixed those plans and instead drove across the valley to Baldy Mountain. We hiked a few miles to a spot where the wind was tolerable, but unfortunately the snow was not. Terrible, wind-packed slab, a.k.a crap. At least it was some good high-altitude exercise, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is, I got a snowboard for the price of a 12-pack. I've been wanting to learn to board 'cause I'm convinced it will be more fun in the powder, and Erik is going to let me use his old board and boots to learn to be a knuckle-dragger. I gave him a 6-pack and his buddies in the ski shop a 6-pack in return for a full tune-up. Not a bad deal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-4151208562807029636?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/4151208562807029636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=4151208562807029636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/4151208562807029636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/4151208562807029636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2009/03/backcountry-bust.html' title='Backcountry Bust'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-3945073200377132117</id><published>2009-03-23T11:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:51:10.831-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew'/><title type='text'>Kindergarten math?</title><content type='html'>I'm sure I wasn't doing 4-digit addition in Kindergarten, but amazingly, Andrew is. We've been really impressed by the education he's getting at Free Horizon Montessori School, which is a public charter school in Jefferson county. Here are a few of the math problem's he's solved recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;   9222&lt;br /&gt;+ 2999&lt;br /&gt;= 12221&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    8464&lt;br /&gt;+ 4648&lt;br /&gt;= 13112&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad for a 5 year old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-3945073200377132117?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/3945073200377132117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=3945073200377132117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/3945073200377132117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/3945073200377132117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2009/03/kindergarten-math.html' title='Kindergarten math?'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-7613717214171447365</id><published>2009-03-23T08:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T08:52:18.582-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Spring skiing at Breck</title><content type='html'>Amy and I took the kids to Breckenridge on Saturday for some early Spring conditions. The snow was icy in the morning and slushy by about 11:00, with a temperature of about 50 degrees F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew insisted on skiing through the terrain park on his first run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Scehc0lL2kI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/RsL45Tip4f0/s1600-h/andrew+terrain+park+-+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Scehc0lL2kI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/RsL45Tip4f0/s400/andrew+terrain+park+-+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316395401657178690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth went a little way all by herself - without anyone holding her harness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Scehdqzm6JI/AAAAAAAAAQY/3yeBFcgCcxo/s1600-h/liz+skis+by+herself+-+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Scehdqzm6JI/AAAAAAAAAQY/3yeBFcgCcxo/s400/liz+skis+by+herself+-+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316395416213186706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed a nice lunch outside at Peak 8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SceheBYJXAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/RdDVEhjiRp8/s1600-h/family+ski+lunch+-+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SceheBYJXAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/RdDVEhjiRp8/s400/family+ski+lunch+-+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316395422272019458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-7613717214171447365?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/7613717214171447365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=7613717214171447365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/7613717214171447365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/7613717214171447365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-skiing-at-breck.html' title='Spring skiing at Breck'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/Scehc0lL2kI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/RsL45Tip4f0/s72-c/andrew+terrain+park+-+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-6882957630771226487</id><published>2009-03-08T10:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T10:06:20.901-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Elizabeth's 2-year adoption anniversary</title><content type='html'>On Friday we celebrated 2 years with Elizabeth as part of our family. On March 6, 2007 we first held Elizabeth in an office building in Nanchang, China. &lt;a href="http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2007/03/presenting-elizabeth-grace-swanson.html"&gt;Here is my blog post from that day&lt;/a&gt;. We celebrated as a family yesterday by going skiing and then giving the kids a treat for dinner (McDonalds), followed by some games at home. A great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a photo of Elizabeth getting ready to ski.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SbPs1l3mD3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/aJ-lMFJRWWM/s1600-h/liz_ski_suit_Mar_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SbPs1l3mD3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/aJ-lMFJRWWM/s400/liz_ski_suit_Mar_2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310848791042461554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-6882957630771226487?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/6882957630771226487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=6882957630771226487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6882957630771226487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6882957630771226487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2009/03/elizabeths-2-year-adoption-anniversary.html' title='Elizabeth&apos;s 2-year adoption anniversary'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SbPs1l3mD3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/aJ-lMFJRWWM/s72-c/liz_ski_suit_Mar_2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-5975853453851702090</id><published>2009-02-27T10:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:15:02.742-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Can I reach my maximum heart rate?</title><content type='html'>I have a heart rate monitor that I use mostly when I'm in a spin class. I've tried wearing it running, but all the upper body movement causes it to slip loose and give crazy readings like 122%. That did get me thinking, though - could I hit 100% of my theoretical maximum heart rate of 183 beats per minute? (Calculated as 220 minus your age in years)  At spin class this morning, I tried pushing it and could only get to 96%.  I've been able to reach 97% in the past, but I think it gets harder as I get in better shape because now I find my heart rate is lower for the same perceived exertion level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna keep trying. Hopefully my heart won't explode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-5975853453851702090?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/5975853453851702090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=5975853453851702090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/5975853453851702090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/5975853453851702090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2009/02/can-i-reach-my-maximum-heart-rate.html' title='Can I reach my maximum heart rate?'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-4761549520351756312</id><published>2009-02-07T07:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T07:51:10.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Running uphill</title><content type='html'>The February edition of &lt;a href="http://trailrunnermag.com"&gt;Trail Runner magazine&lt;/a&gt; has some great tips on good form for running uphill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Posture: Don't bend at the waist; keep your body in a straight line. Keep hips forward and imagine a string pulling your chest forward. This efficient posture allows you to "fall" up the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use short strides and quick steps. Three steps per second. Like granny gear on your bike.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ball first, heel second. Land on the ball of your foot, then lightly touch down your heel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swing your arms. Provides vertical propulsion and forward force.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On steep inclines, turn your feet to 10 o'clock in a sidestep motion. This can engage your core muscles more to keep your legs from getting exhausted.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And a training tip: train on a treadmill with a steep incline. This way you can avoid the damaging downhills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-4761549520351756312?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/4761549520351756312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=4761549520351756312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/4761549520351756312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/4761549520351756312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2009/02/running-uphill.html' title='Running uphill'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-273750513235160860</id><published>2009-02-07T07:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T07:32:06.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Running and Reading - the Key to Life</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered what the key to life is?  Could it really be as simple as running and reading? Maybe that's a bit of an oversimplification, but there's a lot of truth in what Will Smith says in this video. If you learn how to keep running when that little voice inside tells you to quit, "you will learn how to not quit when things get hard in your life". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A for reading? "There's no problem you can have that someone hasn't already solved and wrote about it in a book."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another gem: "The person that works the hardest wins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ocM4ztqhIgA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ocM4ztqhIgA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-273750513235160860?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/273750513235160860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=273750513235160860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/273750513235160860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/273750513235160860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2009/02/running-and-reading-key-to-life.html' title='Running and Reading - the Key to Life'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-4635989438899966121</id><published>2009-02-04T06:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T06:15:36.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brad'/><title type='text'>The Yeti beard</title><content type='html'>For no particular reason, I've let my beard grow for the past month. This is a fuzzy picture taken from my phone, showing what I look like after skiing in knee deep powder and falling into the fluffy stuff a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's your vote on the beard? Should it stay or should it go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SYmUpq5FO4I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/iUSs8A98wSM/s1600-h/brad+yeti+beard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SYmUpq5FO4I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/iUSs8A98wSM/s400/brad+yeti+beard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298929880187353986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-4635989438899966121?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/4635989438899966121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=4635989438899966121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/4635989438899966121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/4635989438899966121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2009/02/yeti-beard.html' title='The Yeti beard'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SYmUpq5FO4I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/iUSs8A98wSM/s72-c/brad+yeti+beard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-6720868080600595347</id><published>2009-02-01T21:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:09:35.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Markers are NOT makeup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is what happens when 2-year-old Elizabeth decided to use a marker (non-toxic and washable, thank goodness) as makeup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298047176552295106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SYZx1jmpKsI/AAAAAAAAAPI/I3JjEDZDR-Q/s400/liz+marker+face+zoom+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-6720868080600595347?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/6720868080600595347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=6720868080600595347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6720868080600595347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6720868080600595347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2009/02/markers-are-not-makeup.html' title='Markers are NOT makeup'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SYZx1jmpKsI/AAAAAAAAAPI/I3JjEDZDR-Q/s72-c/liz+marker+face+zoom+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-7711472057094139025</id><published>2009-01-31T09:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:09:47.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14 kids is ridiculous</title><content type='html'>Pardon me if I'm not jumping for joy at the "miracle" of the octuplets. A 33-year old woman who lives with her parents who have a history of finacial problems, and already has 6 children ages 2-7, gets fertility treatment and has 8 more children. Fourteen kids who are bound to end up on public support. And who paid for her fertility treatment? This is not a miracle of science to celebrate. This is insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-7711472057094139025?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/7711472057094139025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=7711472057094139025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/7711472057094139025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/7711472057094139025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2009/01/14-kids-is-ridiculous.html' title='14 kids is ridiculous'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-3749076053155926193</id><published>2009-01-19T08:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T08:42:16.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The Holidome</title><content type='html'>Ah, the Holidome experience. I remember as a kid thinking that the Holiday Inn Holidome was probably as good as it gets. They have a pool, hot tub, video games and plenty of room to run around, all in a cavernous building right outside your hotel room door. Who cares where your parents are dragging you in the avodado green Gran Torino station wagon? It could be Swamp Flats, Arkansas, for all I cared. As long as we stayed at the Holidome, I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how things have changed. I had the, uh, opportunity, to relive those childhood memories this weekend. Amy cashed in some credit card points to earn us a free Saturday night stay at the Holiday Inn in Frisco, so we could get 2 days of skiing with the kids without an extra round trip in I-70 traffic. Between my grown-up standards and the 20-some years of wear and tear the Holidome has suffered, the Holidome magic is gone for me. Forever, I'm afraid. Sob. Considering the abundance of tattooed, Budweiser-swilling hot tub soakers and folks lounging in the game area, I think it would be fair to call it the "Hooligan Dome" these days. Thank goodness we didn't get one of the room adjoining the Hooligan Dome, where we would have had to listen to the racket til 11 pm. Unfortunately, though, all the non-smoking rooms were booked, so we got stuck in a room permeated with the foul odor of stale cigarette smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, the kids had a great time in the pool and playing air hockey the next morning while the hooligans slept off their hangovers. I'm sure from now on they'll ask if we can stay at the hotel with the pool when we go skiing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-3749076053155926193?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/3749076053155926193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=3749076053155926193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/3749076053155926193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/3749076053155926193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2009/01/holidome.html' title='The Holidome'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-8844214339791902036</id><published>2009-01-06T09:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T09:40:17.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Andrew's first black ski run</title><content type='html'>We went skiing over the weekend and Andrew bagged his first ever blue and black runs on the same day. On Friday at Vail, he skied the blue run Avanti, and just before lunch at mid-Vail, the whole family went down Look Ma - a black run! I held Elizabeth with her ski harness, and that fearless girl loved the bumps. Amy helped Andrew down part of the run, but then he insisted on skiing the bottom half by himself, slowly snowplowing between the bumps. Now "Look ma" isn't a tough black run, but it's a black run nevertheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-8844214339791902036?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/8844214339791902036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=8844214339791902036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/8844214339791902036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/8844214339791902036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2009/01/andrews-first-black-ski-run.html' title='Andrew&apos;s first black ski run'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-4265611030910510256</id><published>2008-12-13T12:10:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:43:13.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Kauai trip recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some photos and a summary of our trip to Kauai with the kids and my parents, Dean and Linda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I already wrote about our first 3 days in a &lt;a href="http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/12/denver-to-kauai.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday Dec. 5 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few minute walk from our condo gets us to Poipu beach, where we do some snorkeling and the kids played in the sand. Some endangered monk seals spend their days sleeping on the beach here, and locals rope off an area of beach around them so they can rest without being bothered by people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279386130608785474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SUQltuMPiEI/AAAAAAAAAMs/gqyzY56y2FY/s400/small+-+liz+andrew+amy+poipu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sheltered swim area at Poipu beach (above) is great for kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279386142630235218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SUQlua-YTFI/AAAAAAAAANM/w8JwOqUcNJ4/s400/small+-+dean+poipu+chickens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dean enjoys a crossword puzzle and the feral chickens while the rest of us play in on the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279386898263075026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SUQmaZ7SaNI/AAAAAAAAAN0/k5FkkUAb7Ug/s400/small+-+poipu+monk+seal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A monk seal naps on the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Dec. 6&lt;br /&gt;I got in a coastline run before sunrise. Then we packed everyone into our 2 rental cars and headed to the north side. We spent the afternoon at Hanalei beach, shown below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279386890293453026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SUQmZ8PLoOI/AAAAAAAAANU/_JfBzHDp3Dg/s400/small+-+hanalei+beach+landscape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279386894446184594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SUQmaLtRSJI/AAAAAAAAANk/XM-BG6krMZw/s400/small+-+kids+hanalei+beach+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279386892527475378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SUQmaEj0GrI/AAAAAAAAANs/ohwvnmw_hBA/s400/small+-+liz+hanalei+beach+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279386135548415682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SUQluAl8TsI/AAAAAAAAAM8/8pGQtGkxcoM/s400/small+-+andrew+hanalei+beach+running.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday December 7 - a &lt;a href="http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/12/lazy-sunday-on-garden-isle.html"&gt;lazy day&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday December 8&lt;br /&gt;I twisted my back at the tide pools at shipwreck beach in front of Hyatt. Waimea Canyon, which wreaked havoc with our scuba diving plans over the next 3 days. At any rate, we spent Monday at Waimea canyon, a 10 mile long, 3000 foot deep canyon. Quite impressive. The photos below don't really do it justice. My mom &amp;amp; dad went to Beach House for a fancy dinner while Amy and I entertained the kids at the condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279386890746289794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SUQmZ97JXoI/AAAAAAAAANc/zA-CxfC8lyo/s400/small+-+kalalau+amy+liz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Amy and Elizabeth at the top of Kalalau valley.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday December 9&lt;br /&gt;Mom &amp;amp; dad took a helicopter tour and had the front seats. Amy and I did that last time we were here so we saved our $400 for other things, like the chiropractor I unfortunately had to visit while Amy &amp;amp; the kids played at shipwreck beach and made a sandcastle. Andrew collected shells and coral bits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279387351425058386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SUQm0yFhhlI/AAAAAAAAAOE/S5UKgbXFoIA/s400/small+-+sunrise+shipwreck+beach+14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shipwreck beach at sunrise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279387351498524818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SUQm0yXCiJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/TfWbGpe9hVQ/s400/small+-+sunrise+shipwreck+beach+family+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279387344747968082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SUQm0ZNlNlI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Xlqn7oqjwLo/s400/small+-+sandcastle+andrew+liz+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Andrew and Elizabeth in front of their sand castle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday December 10&lt;br /&gt;Amy, Linda and kids rode the train at Kilohana Plantation. Dean and I went to Poipu beach to snorkel, but dad couldn't get the hang of breathing through the snorkel and didn't like the choppy surf, so I went out briefly by myself. Amy and Linda went to botanical gardens and picked some amazing star fruit while dad and I played with the kids at the pool. Amy snorkeled at Lawai beach - best snorkelling yet, and I missed it. This was the end of the good weather - overnight and into Thursday morning we got a downpour of about 4 inches of rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday December 11&lt;br /&gt;Amy and I tried to snorkel at Lawai again after 4 inches of overnight rain and gale force winds. After 2 minutes in the water, Amy says "I can't see s**t". She was right. We gave up. Next we took the kids to Wailua falls (below) and Opaeka'a falls, not to mention their favorite spot on the island, Lydgate park, which has an amazing "play bridge"; an elaborate structure and maze with a big bridge. Mom &amp;amp; dad toured the coffee plantation while we were out with the kids, and we enjoyed a nice weather day in between storms. We decided to cook our own fresh fish dinner again tonight - this time grilled swordfish, wild rice and an excellent stir fry. Yummy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back got 90% better after diving into pool after dinner. No idea why that would fix it. Andrew is diving - head first - into the pool now, without goggles! To celebrate my ability to once again move without terrible pain, Amy and I went to the Stevenson's Library bar at the nearby swanky Grand Hyatt where I enjoyed a $16 organic margarita and $8 beer from a can. At least we got in 2 games of pool and enjoyed the live jazz band for no extra charge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279387358072361890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SUQm1K2XU6I/AAAAAAAAAOU/gL7FGQsitMM/s400/small+-+wailua+falls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wailua Falls (above)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279386135133890306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SUQlt_DHJwI/AAAAAAAAAM0/H3ObGVeblVs/s400/small+-+andrew+diving+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Andrew dives!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday December 12&lt;br /&gt;More rain fell overnight, but this morning we had a few hours of respite with just a few sprinkles, so we took the kids on a hike along the coastal cliffs (below). Andrew insisted on going back this afternoon to his favorite spot - the play bridge - despite the rain. Amy and I each bought $30 used wet suits, which I promptly used during my &lt;a href="http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/12/surfing-in-rain.html"&gt;surf lesson in the rain&lt;/a&gt;. We had our hearts set on pizza for dinner, and checked reviews on the internet, our guide book, and by asking the locals before finally choosing Brick Oven Pizza in nearby Kalaheo town (a 15 minute drive). It was worth it. Great pizza, but pretty pricy, like most things on the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279386136747174962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SUQluFDv7DI/AAAAAAAAANE/vzO7CgKYA5U/s400/small+-+coast+hike+family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hiking the south coast of Kauai&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday December 13&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our last day on Kauai was wet. I started the day with a run in pouring rain and wind, which was a refreshing change from the cold rain in Colorado. The rain slowed long enough for a brief walk in the tide pools again where Amy spotted a very cool sea snake slithering around in a little pool. I convinced Andrew that the rain didn't matter if you're in the pool, so enjoyed so more father-son bonding time while Elizabeth napped and I watched him repeatedly dive in to the pool. Hopefully our flight home will be on time - if so, we'll arrive at 6 am Denver time, just when the kids should be waking up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-4265611030910510256?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/4265611030910510256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=4265611030910510256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/4265611030910510256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/4265611030910510256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/12/kauai-trip-recap.html' title='Kauai trip recap'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SUQltuMPiEI/AAAAAAAAAMs/gqyzY56y2FY/s72-c/small+-+liz+andrew+amy+poipu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-3251905599708785552</id><published>2008-12-12T23:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:44:04.728-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Surfing in the rain</title><content type='html'>Since I last reported on our lazy Sunday in Kauai, things have been interesting. I arrived in Kauai last week fighting a cold, and since that means trouble clearing my ears, it meant waiting to arrange a scuba diving trip. That quickly cleared up thanks to the warm, humid climate but then on Monday morning, I threw out my back. I wish I had a great story to tell about how I did it, but I think I'm just getting old. What a drag it is getting old. I just leaned over a bit and something in lower back went completely haywire and I spent the next 3 and half days in pain, even visiting a chiropractor, until it miraculously healed itself upon diving into the pool on Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real bummer is that we had fantastic weather while I was in agony with back pain, but Wednesday night the island got 4 inches of rain and it hasn't really stopped raining since then. All the rivers blew out with mud and debris, and the wind tossed up huge waves. That nixed our dive plans. Amy was even more disappointed than I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I settled for a surfing lesson - in the pouring rain. I called a few people and no one was doing surf lessons in these conditions, so we packed the kids in the car to drive to the awesome playground at Lydgate beach/park (yes, also in the rain). Surfing must have been ordained, for this is apparently the one spot on the island today where the water wasn't dangerously murky and polluted. In another sign from the heavens, there was a truck parked at the beach with surf boards strapped to the top and the message "surf lessons 645-1029" painted on the door. I called and got my surf lesson, which renewed my respect for surfing. It's hard as hell to time the wave, paddle, and launch yourself up on the board while placing your feet precisely in the right spot to balance. I managed to ride 4 or 5 easy waves in my hour long lesson. Kudos to my instructor, a Hawaiian native named Lono, for showing me a great time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-3251905599708785552?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/3251905599708785552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=3251905599708785552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/3251905599708785552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/3251905599708785552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/12/surfing-in-rain.html' title='Surfing in the rain'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-4914667085632721107</id><published>2008-12-07T20:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T20:55:51.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday on the Garden Isle</title><content type='html'>We spent a lazy day today on the Garden Isle, as Kauai is often called. After breakfast we lounged at the pool and hot tub with the kids. For our most ambitious part of the day, we hauled a couple of boogie boards down to the nearby Brennecke's beach and Amy and I enjoyed waves of up to 4 feet while my mom watched the kids play in the sand. My dad searched fruitlessly for a sports bar that would have the Bronco game on, and then we retired to our condo for lunch and the 49'ers - Jets game. With the 3 hour time difference, the early NFL games come on at 8 am. The kids and I had a nice siesta and then we took a short trip to the store for some supplies - and ice cream. Right now we're cooking our own dinner again - baked whole chicken, wild rice, and salad. Most people would probably eat out every day while on vacation, but I don't mind cooking - especially with the kids, who get restless sitting at a restaurant table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love staying at a condo with a fully equiped kitchen, but the one thing hate at every condo I've ever stayed in is dull knives. Drives me nuts. This place is no exception. This afternoon, though, I found a knife sharpener in the drawer and went to town. Now I can slice a tomato without smashing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-4914667085632721107?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/4914667085632721107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=4914667085632721107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/4914667085632721107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/4914667085632721107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/12/lazy-sunday-on-garden-isle.html' title='Lazy Sunday on the Garden Isle'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-1103836390547942982</id><published>2008-12-06T23:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:19:35.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Denver to Kauai</title><content type='html'>We woke up on Thursday at 3 am. That's right. 3 am. I took a 2 minute shower just to wake up, threw on some clothes, and tossed the luggage in the car. Check flight status: United says our flight at 6 am is on time. It's snowing outside. We grabbed the kids out of bed. Andrew was so excited about going to Hawaii that he was already awake. We strapped him and Liz into their car seats and backed out into the snow, heading to my parents house. Dean and Linda are joining us on our Kauai trip, and we don't want to pay to park 2 cars for 10 days. Yep, we're cheapskates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at DIA a little before 5 am, and we're fumbling with the self-check-in kiosks, wondering why it keeps telling us to talk to an attendant. Finally, we give up and follow it's instructions, and learn that our plane has mechanical problems. The 6 am flight is canceled, so we'll be departing at 10:30 instead. 10:30? I got up at frickin' 3 am!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least they gave us each $15 meal vouchers for our trouble I wanted to explain that my hourly rate is much higher than that, but I refrained. Of course the only place open that early is McD's, so we got some coffee and a burrito, hashbrows for the kids, all just appetizers for the big breakfast at Pour La France - whenever it finally opens. You gotta keep the kids entertained, and we figured if we stuffed ourselves now we wouldn't need to pay $10 for crappy airline food. If there was a silver lining to all this, on our new flight from LA to Kauai, Amy and I and the kids had a whole row of 6 seats to ourselves, so we could at least stretch out a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, we arrived on the garden isle at 6 pm. 5 hours later than planned. Got to our condo in Poi Pu and crashed for the night. Good thing we went to bed early, because the kids woke up at 4 am. If you have kids, then you know that we also, therefore, got up at 4 am. The good thing about getting up at 4 am is you can have a lazy morning and still beat the crowds to the beach. Poi Pu beach state park is a short walk from our condo, and a great spot for the kids, with a breakwater creating a calm area for the kids. Pretty decent snorkelling, to. We spotted banner fish, unicorn fish, trumpet fish, and many others. Humuhumnukunukuapua'a - the Hawaii state fish - a type of trigger fish with pattern so geometric you can't believe it's natural. Oh yeah, and 3 monk seals were snoozing on beach, oblivious to the hordes of gawking tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80 degrees and sunny, with a nice breeze. Perfect temp. Back in Denver we heard the overnight low temp was 5 below zero (F). Brrrrrr.  Low temp here was about 75 (above zero). Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. Up early again. About 5 am today. I went for a shoreline run in the dark while the kids watched TV. After a big breakfast, we headed to the north side. Stopped at some roadside stands to buy some freshly picked grapefruit, bananas, tangerines, and limes. Yummy.  Next stop was Hanalei (inspiration for Puff the Magic Dragon, and still crawling with hippies). Bought some fresh fish at the Dolphin fish market. Took our chances with 2 pounds of Walu, which we've never tried before, and were richly rewarded with one of the best fish meals I've ever had, thanks to Dean's grilling skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Hanalei. The north shore is famous for surf, especially in the winter, and today we saw why at the mile-long crescent shaped Hanalei beach bay. I'm not a surfer, but after watching dozens of people ride the great waves here today, I think I gotta spend a day and try it my self. At least I got in some body surfing in. I held Andrew's hand for about an hour as we both played in the edge of the surf. He absolutely loved the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop - the pools of Mokolea, some small tide pool and one lava tube perfectly situated so the waves come shooting up out of it. Pretty neat. No one else is around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour-long drive back around the island while Andrew slept, we enjoyed the grilled walu, along with a stir fry of bok choy, onion, and mushroom, plus Dean's specialty baked potato recipe. A fabulous meal that would have cost $40 per person at a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pooped. Time for bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-1103836390547942982?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/1103836390547942982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=1103836390547942982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/1103836390547942982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/1103836390547942982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/12/denver-to-kauai.html' title='Denver to Kauai'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-6991880444487468698</id><published>2008-11-20T12:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:37:27.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Big 3 fail</title><content type='html'>Detroit needs a shake up. The big 3 can't produce quality products at a profitable price. Part of the reason is their union contracts, and part of it is that they just can't figure out how to compete with Toyota. Giving them a taxpayer funded bailout now would be no better than offering free herion to a junkie to feed his bad habit. It's time we let a bad business fail, and give new, innovative companies the opportunity to fill the void.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-6991880444487468698?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/6991880444487468698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=6991880444487468698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6991880444487468698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6991880444487468698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-big-3-fail.html' title='Let the Big 3 fail'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-7414021609057848627</id><published>2008-11-18T20:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:38:44.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Elizabeth's first ski trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past Sunday we took advantage of the Colorado passes we bought and hauled the kids up to Breckenridge for some early season skiing - and Elizabeth's first time on skis, at age 2 and a half! It was a great day to introduce her to the wonderful world of snow sports, with bright sunshine and temperatures in the 40's. Andrew's first skiing experience, on the other hand, was a frigid and windy day at Mary Jane. He didn't last long in those conditions. We got 4 runs in on Sunday, and Elizabeth really enjoyed it. It certainly helped that she had a big brother encouraging her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270207759886339026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SSOKCOyIS9I/AAAAAAAAAMc/vNmNcHimyQc/s400/liz+skiing+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270207762597749698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SSOKCY4lI8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/E9-s1lZhsWc/s400/liz+amy+andrew+ski.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-7414021609057848627?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/7414021609057848627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=7414021609057848627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/7414021609057848627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/7414021609057848627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/11/elizabeths-first-ski-trip.html' title='Elizabeth&apos;s first ski trip'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SSOKCOyIS9I/AAAAAAAAAMc/vNmNcHimyQc/s72-c/liz+skiing+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-9097122827902648319</id><published>2008-10-31T20:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T21:02:50.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Halloween Owl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;How often do you get to have a close encounter with a wild owl - on Halloween? The kids and I had just such an experience tonight! We left the house at dusk to go trick-or-treat, and as we were tromping up the sidewalk to the 2nd house of the evening, we heard an owl hooting. At first I figured one of the neighbors had a soundtrack of scary halloween noises playing, but then we heard it again. Not just me - the kids heard it too - and Andrew said "Owl!". I stopped and scanned the trees across the street, and sure enough, perched at the top of a nearly leafless tree across the street was the silhouette of an owl. I pointed it out to the kids - they saw it now too. As I was pointing, it launched itself from the tree and swooped right toward us, as if to make a meal out of little Elizabeth, paused directly overhead - just 15 feet above us, then turned slightly and flew away silently. Quite a halloween treat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are me and the kids in our costumes, showing off the jack-o-lanterns that the kids carved (with help from mom) from pumpkins my dad grew in his garden. Thanks, dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263518951598944242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SQvGmWKXb_I/AAAAAAAAAMU/oEGrRQBA0q8/s400/brad+kids+halloween+09+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-9097122827902648319?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/9097122827902648319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=9097122827902648319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/9097122827902648319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/9097122827902648319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-owl.html' title='The Halloween Owl'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SQvGmWKXb_I/AAAAAAAAAMU/oEGrRQBA0q8/s72-c/brad+kids+halloween+09+-+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-1534021546486076918</id><published>2008-10-21T23:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:01:44.772-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Last harvest?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Raspberries in late October? Yep. I checked our backyard raspberry patch yesterday - October 20 - and found 3 very nice, ripe golden raspberries in our raspberry patch. There are a few more unripe berries on there, but with the colder weather moving in today, I suspect that was my last harvest this year from our garden. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-1534021546486076918?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/1534021546486076918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=1534021546486076918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/1534021546486076918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/1534021546486076918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-harvest.html' title='Last harvest?'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-5378098976622503843</id><published>2008-10-18T09:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T09:08:08.932-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Thailand and Laos (June 14, 2002)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is another installment in the series: 'Round the World Revisited. I sent this email from Thailand on June 14, 2002 during our 6 month journey around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hello all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago in a galaxy far far away . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We previously gave you a lesson in Australian english&lt;br /&gt;- I suppose we need to include some Thai versions of&lt;br /&gt;the English language as well:&lt;br /&gt;-"Please Waiting" - a sign at a theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Smooth and Mellon" - on a Tiger whiskey bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Please don't feet up on sanitary" - in a bathroom&lt;br /&gt;stall - translation Don't stand on the toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"No ladey bar or gaydey bar in room" - in our Chiang&lt;br /&gt;Mai hotel - translation No hookers or Drag queens in&lt;br /&gt;your room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also seen some unusual English words, I hesitate&lt;br /&gt;to call them expressions, on T-shirts:&lt;br /&gt;-"Haworthia.  The nature coming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"What your bathroom?" with a cartoon kitty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1208488892_0"&gt;Indiana&lt;/span&gt; Ten Bigfoots" with a big 23 similar to a&lt;br /&gt;jersey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observations on &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1208488892_1"&gt;Laos&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-This is real Asia unspoiled by too much tourism and&lt;br /&gt;the fake front that goes with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The pace of life is slow and relaxing.  Everybody is&lt;br /&gt;very laid back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In general the people are more friendly than the&lt;br /&gt;Thais.  Probably because it is less touristed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Transportation is slow - it's a good thing nobody is&lt;br /&gt;in a hurry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The largest Lao bill is 5000 kip, equivalent to about&lt;br /&gt;50 cents.  This means when you change a hundred dollar&lt;br /&gt;travelers check you are a millionaire with a 2 inch&lt;br /&gt;tall stack of bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been busy since last we wrote.  We headed north&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1208488892_2"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/span&gt; and stopped in Ayuthaya, the former&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1208488892_3"&gt;capitol city&lt;/span&gt;, to see the 17th to 19th century ruins.&lt;br /&gt;These are nothing compared with the ruins at Angkor,&lt;br /&gt;but worth a stop none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here we took an overnight train to &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1208488892_4"&gt;Chiang Mai&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The train was really nice compared to the bus.  Our&lt;br /&gt;seats converted into beds and there was a fold away&lt;br /&gt;table, waiters to deliver food to your seat, the works&lt;br /&gt;- and this is only second class.  We really liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1208488892_5"&gt;Chiang Mai&lt;/span&gt;.  It's much cleaner, quieter, cheaper and&lt;br /&gt;more laid back than &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1208488892_6"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/span&gt;.  The people are also a&lt;br /&gt;lot more friendly.  From here we did a three day trek&lt;br /&gt;to visit some Hill Tribe villages.  The hill tribes&lt;br /&gt;are minority groups, mostly having migrated south from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1208488892_7"&gt;China&lt;/span&gt; and vicinity, that live in small rural mountain&lt;br /&gt;villages practicing subsistence farming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also took a Thai cooking class which was really&lt;br /&gt;good and went to "Monk Chat" where the monks get to&lt;br /&gt;practice English and the tourists get to ask questions&lt;br /&gt;one on one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also as part of the trek we rode a bamboo "raft" down&lt;br /&gt;the river, with little bits of it continually falling&lt;br /&gt;off.  Finally we rode some elephants through the&lt;br /&gt;jungle.  This would have been cool except for the&lt;br /&gt;horrible cruelty displayed by the trainers - hitting&lt;br /&gt;them with big sticks and stabbing them with knives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1208488892_8"&gt;Chiang Mai&lt;/span&gt; we headed into &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1208488892_9"&gt;Laos&lt;/span&gt; via Huay Xai.  We&lt;br /&gt;took a "slow boat" down the Mekong to &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1208488892_10"&gt;Luang Prabang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It took 2 days to go just a couple hundred kilometers&lt;br /&gt;in a cramped boat with wooden bench seats.  The&lt;br /&gt;temples in this World Heritage Area were amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Just the sheer number of them is overwhelming.  Also&lt;br /&gt;the monks are really friendly since they all want to&lt;br /&gt;practice their English on the tourists.  We even&lt;br /&gt;helped a few with their homework.  We really enjoyed&lt;br /&gt;the city and watching the local crafts people at work&lt;br /&gt;(papermaking and silk weaving).  This has been one of&lt;br /&gt;our favorite spots of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been Brad's dream to accumulate enough scars to&lt;br /&gt;scare little kids when he's old.  He managed to scare&lt;br /&gt;several Lao kids without even showing one scar.  We&lt;br /&gt;went on a trek to some Lao villages that had only been&lt;br /&gt;visited by tourists once before.  Some of the kids&lt;br /&gt;that had never seen white people before burst into&lt;br /&gt;tears at the sight of us.  The rest of the kids and&lt;br /&gt;not a few adults just stared at our every move.  They&lt;br /&gt;wanted to see how we walked, what we ate, everything.&lt;br /&gt;It made me empathize with celebrities who are&lt;br /&gt;constantly followed by the press.  The only toy we had&lt;br /&gt;to show off was the zoom lens on the camera.  The kids&lt;br /&gt;had fun looking through it as we zoomed in and out.&lt;br /&gt;Our guide Mr. Nou (pronounced new) was awesome, the&lt;br /&gt;best we've had.  The village where we stayed overnight&lt;br /&gt;was holding a ceremony the day we were there, no&lt;br /&gt;outsiders allowed.  Mr. Nou managed to get around this&lt;br /&gt;with a bribe of 1 chicken and a bottle of whiskey&lt;br /&gt;(total value $2.50).  At night they fired up the&lt;br /&gt;generator to watch a Lao dubbed version of the&lt;br /&gt;original &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1208488892_11"&gt;Planet of the Apes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1208488892_12"&gt;Luang Prabang&lt;/span&gt; we took an 11 hour bus ride to the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1208488892_13"&gt;capitol city&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1208488892_14"&gt;Vientiane&lt;/span&gt; (again only a couple hundred&lt;br /&gt;kilometers).  Along the way we stopped at some road&lt;br /&gt;side "rest stops" - no facilities.  The windshield on&lt;br /&gt;the bus was held on with packing tape and the bus was&lt;br /&gt;retrofitted with a wooden floor.  We headed for a&lt;br /&gt;little "eco-resort" outside of &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1208488892_15"&gt;Vientiane&lt;/span&gt; for a little&lt;br /&gt;peace and quiet.  Since this place has no electricity&lt;br /&gt;one of the workers invited us to his house to watch&lt;br /&gt;the World Cup (soccer) game on that evening.  This led&lt;br /&gt;to an invitation to a wedding in his village the&lt;br /&gt;following day.  We didn't see the actual ceremony, but&lt;br /&gt;the reception is pretty much like an American wedding,&lt;br /&gt;food, drink and dancing.  Just like back home, Amy&lt;br /&gt;danced while Brad sat and drank whiskey.  The kids had&lt;br /&gt;a good laugh watching Amy dance and everyone made an&lt;br /&gt;effort to make us feel welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus ride to the resort the bus would stop&lt;br /&gt;anytime someone asked it to, wait for them to do their&lt;br /&gt;shopping, and let them back on.  On the bus ride back&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1208488892_16"&gt;Vientiane&lt;/span&gt; about 1/3 of the bus was filled with&lt;br /&gt;goods for market including live frogs and chickens.&lt;br /&gt;Back in &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1208488892_17"&gt;Vientiane&lt;/span&gt; we realized that our world view has&lt;br /&gt;changed when we decided not to eat in a nice&lt;br /&gt;restaurant because the $6 meals were outrageously&lt;br /&gt;expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We re-entered &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1208488892_18"&gt;Thailand&lt;/span&gt; and headed to the country's&lt;br /&gt;first national park, Khao Yai (translates to Big&lt;br /&gt;Mountain).  This was one of the highlights of our trip&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1208488892_19"&gt;Thailand&lt;/span&gt;.  We were able to see Macaque monkeys,&lt;br /&gt;Gibbons (these are apes not monkeys as we were told),&lt;br /&gt;several species of squirrel, Hornbill birds, Barking&lt;br /&gt;Deer, Sambar Deer, porcupine, Elephant Scorpion,&lt;br /&gt;Indian Civet (exotic looking feline) and our favorite,&lt;br /&gt;leeches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next it was back to &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1208488892_20"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/span&gt; to spend a couple days&lt;br /&gt;before flying on to Turkey tonight.  We decided to&lt;br /&gt;take advantage of the air-con in the movie theater and&lt;br /&gt;saw &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1208488892_21"&gt;Star Wars&lt;/span&gt; II.  After the previews there is a&lt;br /&gt;message that says "Please pay tribute to the king".&lt;br /&gt;At this point everybody stands while scenic images of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1208488892_22"&gt;Thailand&lt;/span&gt; and the King doing good things are shown.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody here really seems to respect and like the&lt;br /&gt;king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad and Amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-5378098976622503843?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/5378098976622503843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=5378098976622503843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/5378098976622503843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/5378098976622503843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/10/thailand-and-laos-june-14-2002.html' title='Thailand and Laos (June 14, 2002)'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-8590783435614341327</id><published>2008-10-16T20:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:38:34.415-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>Employee no more</title><content type='html'>I officially became an independent contractor today. My former employer, IP Commerce, eliminated my position as part of a reorganization. They did offer me a contract, however, as a technical account manager, which I accepted, but the contract may last only a month or two. I'm a bit disappointed because I really enjoyed my job and my team. I'm also a bit excited because this unexpected change has provided me the motivation to pursue some of my own business ideas, and to venture into the world of contracting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the next chapter of my professional life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-8590783435614341327?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/8590783435614341327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=8590783435614341327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/8590783435614341327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/8590783435614341327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/10/employee-no-more.html' title='Employee no more'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-6461293425766857937</id><published>2008-10-12T10:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T10:35:49.630-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Snowy hike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Amy and I had an overnight getaway to Georgetown this weekend. After dropping the kids with Amy's parents on Friday evening, we spent the night at the charming Rose Street B &amp;amp; B in Georgetown. There was one other couple staying in the house that night, and we had some really engaging conversations with them Friday night and Saturday morning. We far prefer the B &amp;amp; B or hostel setting over the typical motel/hotel for this reason - you have the opportunity to meet great people that you just don't get at a hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday morning we were greeting by some unusually beautiful weather - bright sun shining through a light snowfall with golden aspen leaves and green conifers all around. After a relaxed morning and a fantastic breakfast, we drove up Guanella Pass for a hike to Silver Dollar Lake. Up at this high altitude, the snow was falling. Not the fluffy winter variety of snowflakes, but the autumn ice pellets, driven by the wind. I don't mind the cold and snow - in fact I really enjoy it - and it made for a great hike of a few miles to the lake. On the way down, we spotted a pair of ptarmigan with half summer and half winter plumage. They didn't mind us at all as they slowly hopped from rock to rock on a scree field just yards off the trail. Bring on the winter snows - I'm ready!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256306746934725298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SPInIyGIirI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Gh44zIEC3MY/s400/amy+brad+silver+dollar+lake+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-6461293425766857937?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/6461293425766857937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=6461293425766857937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6461293425766857937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6461293425766857937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/10/snowy-hike.html' title='Snowy hike'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SPInIyGIirI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Gh44zIEC3MY/s72-c/amy+brad+silver+dollar+lake+-+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-8040297306090984684</id><published>2008-10-04T15:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T15:06:23.150-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>4:43 mile - for 26.2 miles???</title><content type='html'>Imagine running a single mile in 4 minutes 43 seconds. I can't because I've tried and can't even come close to 5 minutes. But Haile Gebrselassie from Ethiopia just &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/09/28/haile-gebrselassie-breaks_n_130024.html"&gt;set the world record marathon time&lt;/a&gt; of 2:03:59, which is 4:43 per mile for 26.2 miles! That's an all-out sprint for over 2 hours. It's absolutely unbelievable, and a little depressing to know that even with all my training, I'll never even come close to a feat like that.  Well it's time to stop feeling sorry for myself and just keep running.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-8040297306090984684?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/8040297306090984684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=8040297306090984684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/8040297306090984684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/8040297306090984684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/10/443-mile-for-262-miles.html' title='4:43 mile - for 26.2 miles???'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-4374644050807974712</id><published>2008-09-28T15:36:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T15:45:11.117-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The kids visit cousin Trevyn</title><content type='html'>The family piled into the car for a trip to Laramie yesterday to see my sister's family and Andrew &amp;amp; Elizabeth's newborn cousin Trevyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251190303593548514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SN_5wlWrSuI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Y2KSd0_TKIk/s400/jeff+trevyn+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Jeff (dad) and Trevyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251189925994519138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SN_5amsDWmI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hWowdInTYvY/s400/family+trevin+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Swansons and Trevyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251190198774194786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SN_5qe3y4mI/AAAAAAAAAJw/JCLxaLHQ6c8/s400/andrew+liz+trevyn+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The cousins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251190003940840098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SN_5fJD50qI/AAAAAAAAAJg/qDmKQXTNObQ/s400/lynette+liz+trevyn+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lynette (mom) and the baby&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251190092363239314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SN_5kSdcj5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/gV36j4dpox4/s400/andrew+roscoe+fetch+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Andrew and Roscoe play fetch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the drive back, we employed our favorite tactic of waiting til the kids bedtime so they'd sleep in the car. Ahh, sweet silence!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-4374644050807974712?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/4374644050807974712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=4374644050807974712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/4374644050807974712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/4374644050807974712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/09/kids-visit-cousin-trevyn.html' title='The kids visit cousin Trevyn'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SN_5wlWrSuI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Y2KSd0_TKIk/s72-c/jeff+trevyn+-+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-3585291116243515609</id><published>2008-09-28T15:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T15:29:58.191-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Tiny town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet another delay post due to my laziness! We finished our labor weekend a month ago with a visit to the famous &lt;a href="http://www.tinytownrailroad.com/"&gt;Tiny Town Railroad&lt;/a&gt; just up the hill from our house. This is another great spot to take the kids for the day. Besides the train that loops around the pint-sized village, it also has a regular playground - great when they get tired of exploring the tiny buildings and riding the train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251187292414027538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SN_3BT1iJxI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UBhOQWaLBHo/s400/andrew+liz+tiny+town+caboose+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251187391689331154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SN_3HFqnEdI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wVVcTrAheDQ/s400/andrew+liz+tiny+town1+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-3585291116243515609?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/3585291116243515609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=3585291116243515609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/3585291116243515609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/3585291116243515609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/09/tiny-town.html' title='Tiny town'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SN_3BT1iJxI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UBhOQWaLBHo/s72-c/andrew+liz+tiny+town+caboose+-+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-2373779547246154773</id><published>2008-09-28T15:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T15:20:40.280-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Rifle Falls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never got around to writing about our family trip to New Castle on Labor day weekend - almost a month ago. Besides the obligatory visit to the Glenwood hot springs pool - which the kids love - we spent a half day at Rifle Falls State Park, near Rifle. It's an impressive falls over a limestone formation that also has quite a few caves to explore. Unfortunately we didn't know about the caves, and didn't come prepared with flashlights.  It's a worthwhile daytrip if you're in the area. One of my dad's neighbors in New Castle has a boy, Colin, who is Andrew's age and he joined us - including my dad - for our tour of the falls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251184420140726370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SN_0aHyNuGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/xbYTRqTWP4Y/s400/dean+family+colin+rifle+falls+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dean (my dad), Colin, Andrew, Elizabeth, and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251184596867696706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SN_0kaJNSEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/hOKAHNMpzes/s400/brad+liz+rifle+falls+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dad and Elizabeth from behind the falls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-2373779547246154773?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/2373779547246154773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=2373779547246154773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/2373779547246154773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/2373779547246154773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/09/rifle-falls.html' title='Rifle Falls'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SN_0aHyNuGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/xbYTRqTWP4Y/s72-c/dean+family+colin+rifle+falls+-+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-2984202120758755481</id><published>2008-09-07T19:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:47:09.563-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Nephew #2</title><content type='html'>I'm an Uncle times two today. My sister Lynette had a baby boy! Trevyn Jeffrey Morris was born at 1:10am on Sept 7.  He weighed in at 6lbs, 10oz, 19 3/4 inches. Congrats, Lynette and Jeff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-2984202120758755481?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/2984202120758755481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=2984202120758755481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/2984202120758755481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/2984202120758755481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/09/nephew-2.html' title='Nephew #2'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-1080582665704732173</id><published>2008-09-01T20:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:12:43.558-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Photo from Pikes Peak</title><content type='html'>I finally received my photo from the Pikes Peak Ascent. You can barely tell it's me, but it is. If you're thinking it looks like I'm not even running, you're right. The last few miles of the race are more like a fast hike - for most people, anyway. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241241001417486770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SLyg6-ezsbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Uw5V6cpl5-0/s400/brad+pikes+peak+ascent+2008+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-1080582665704732173?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/1080582665704732173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=1080582665704732173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/1080582665704732173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/1080582665704732173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/09/photo-from-pikes-peak.html' title='Photo from Pikes Peak'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SLyg6-ezsbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Uw5V6cpl5-0/s72-c/brad+pikes+peak+ascent+2008+-+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-7210054189583978784</id><published>2008-08-17T20:31:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:14:39.016-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>2008 Pikes Peak Ascent results</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Some people who have run in the Pikes Peak Ascent and marathon for years are calling the weather for the 2008 Ascent the worst in race history. According to the &lt;a href="http://www.gazette.com/sports/down_39407___article.html/race_runners.html"&gt;Colorado Springs Gazette&lt;/a&gt;, only 760 of 1972 registered runners finished the race, and 80 finishers were treated for hypothermia. The paper has another &lt;a href="http://www.gazette.com/articles/gutierrez_39402___article.html/peak_won.html"&gt;decent article &lt;/a&gt;about yesterday's Pikes Peak Ascent, but unfortunately their online article doesn't have the photos they included in the print version. Here is Pikes Peak on Sunday morning - showing the August snowfall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236432710248007474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SKuLzmCRhzI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/SjxbcsU0vbE/s400/pikes+peak+snow+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some stats on my 2008 run and a comparison to last year's results.&lt;br /&gt;I finished in 3:03:32 in 52th place overall, 46th among men (yes, that means that 6 women beat me), 9th out of 109 finishers in my age divison (male 35-39). That compares with 3:05:03, 69th place overall, 63rd among the men, and 12th out of 189 in my age group in 2007. The official 2008 results are posted &lt;a href="http://www.pikespeakmarathon.org/race_results/2008_pikes_peak_ascent.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, but their list skips 15th place overall, so maybe I really finished in 51st place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's 1:31 faster than last year's time. Not bad, but I'm still disappointed that I didn't hit my goal of 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I was fairly sore Saturday afternoon and evening, I'm a bit surprised that I'm not very sore at all today. Even so, I don't have any plans to go running again for a few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-7210054189583978784?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/7210054189583978784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=7210054189583978784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/7210054189583978784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/7210054189583978784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/08/pikes-peak-2008-stats.html' title='2008 Pikes Peak Ascent results'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SKuLzmCRhzI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/SjxbcsU0vbE/s72-c/pikes+peak+snow+-+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-9074366475787357536</id><published>2008-08-16T16:09:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T21:01:56.358-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Note to self: buy better gloves</title><content type='html'>Here's a rundown of the big race day - the &lt;a href="http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/07/training-for-pikes-peak-ascent.html"&gt;2008 Pikes Peak Ascent&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My morning prep:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;6 am - ate a half of a banana and a few bites of a Clif bar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6:30 ride my bike about a mile up the road from the kitschy Rainbow Lodge, then lock it and walk the rest of the way to the starting line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6:45 down a Clif Shot and some water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;My gear for the run:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;polyester running tights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;polyester long sleeve shirt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;North Face GoreTex rain jacket with large vents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gloves (most definitely &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;waterproof)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;one handheld water bottle (empty to start the race)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;one Clif Shot packet (energy gel)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my Mizuno Wave Ascend 2 trail running shoes - the best shoes I've ever owned&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;As predicted, it's wet and chilly. It wasn't too cold in Manitou Springs (at 6,300 feet) but it was certainly wet. The race started at 7 under a steady rain. For the first few miles, I was actually a little too warm in my rain jacket, even with the vents wide open and the front zipper mostly open. Nevertheless, I don't want to get too wet because I know the mercury is gonna drop big-time as I go up. I felt strong this morning - unlike my start on Mt. Evans in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles 2 to 5 are the steepest part of the race, on a section of the Barr trail called The W's because on a map the switchbacks make it look like a bunch of W's strung together. Despite steady rain for the past 24 hours, the trail isn't too muddy for 2 reasons: first, because it's too steep for water to collect anywhere, and secondly because the surface is crushed granite gravel - granite doesn't absorb water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I rose past the W's, we seemed to rise above the clouds and the rain diminished to a mere annoying drizzle. I was optimistic that I'd seen the worst of the weather. I was soon to be sorely disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles 5 to 10 are less steep - this is the easiest part of the race. A few spots are even flat enough to have puddles. At this point my hat is wet and pants are slightly damp, but I'm comfortable. Make that comfortable temperature-wise; I'm running at about 91% of my max heart rate, right at the edge of my aerobic max, which is never exactly comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why would I start the race carrying an empty water bottle? The first 4 aid stations are close enough together that I don't need to carry my own drinks. However, between aid stations 4 and 5 (Bob's road to Barr camp) is 2.3 miles, and the distance between stations 5 and 6 (Barr camp to the A-frame). The amazing volunteers at the stations fill my bottle with gatorade to keep me going. Here's the first problem with my cheap water-resistant gloves, though - filling a small-mouthed bottle from a pitcher of gatorade results in spillage - on my already damp gloves. And it's starting to get cold up here at 10,000 feet. Did I mention that it was raining, too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the A-frame aid station, the volunteers are telling people to turn around if they're cold. One guy heeded their advice and turned around. The trail emerges above tree line. At this point, the rain has turned to rain-hail mix. I'd take hail (very small hail, anyway) over rain anyday. Hail bounces right off and doesn't get you wet. The trail gets steep from here on up, and the boulders I have to step over get bigger, too. I've passed several people over the past few miles, and I'm still feeling relatively strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now things start to get interesting. That GoreTex jacket that was keeping me too warm 2 hours ago is now a Godsend. The wind has picked up and the temperature is somewhere in the 30's. I'm in a dense fog with hail/snow falling on me. And I'm wearing wet gloves. I took one off to see if I was better without them, but bare wet skin was even worse, so I pulled it back on. It's cold enough now that I put my hood on and closed the jacket vents. With about 2 miles to go, I pulled out my earmuffs and put them on too (I'm damn glad I decided to pack those for the ride). It's now hail/snowing steadliy and it's accumulating on the trail, first as slush and later as bonafide snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With about a mile and a half to go, my hands are starting to get numb. Finally, the thought occurs to me that I should pull my fingers back into my palm, which gives my freezing hands some slight relief from the icy cold, wet fingers of the dreaded water &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;resistant &lt;/span&gt;gloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my calves are cramping each time I need to step over large boulders. For the last 3-4 miles of the race, I'm mostly doing a fast hike, although I still break into a jog when the trail isn't too steep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see anyone else around me who has warm clothing - many of them are wearing shorts with rain-resistant tops, and nobody has a hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crossed the finish line at 14,115 feet after 3:03:30 (approximately - I haven't seen my official time yet); a minute and a half faster than last year, but 3:30 slower than my goal of 3 hours. At the summit, it's cold, windy, foggy, and snowing. Not quite a blizzard, but damn close for mid-August. I made a bee-line for the shelter of the Cog railway station/gift shop for some warmth. The race organizers haul a bag for each runner up to the summit - typically filled with dry clothes. My hands are so numb and cold that I can't untie the knot in it, so I head to the men's room and warm my nearly frostbitten hands under the air dryers. As they warm up, the pain starts - shooting pains as my flesh defrosts. One of the other runners in there is shivering hard. While I'm inside, I learned that the race was just stopped due to thunder - any runners who hadn't passed the A-frame (about 10.5 miles into the race) would have to turn around and run back down. I can only imagine the utter disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After changing clothes and doing a bit of stretching (although not nearly as much as I would have done if I was warmer), I jumped on a van for a ride down the mountain. The guy next to me didn't go inside to warm up - he went straight from finish line to van - and he is shivering violently. I untied his bag and helped him get some dry clothes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll look back on this tomorrow and laugh about it", says one of the other guys on the van. He's right. I promised myself that I'll buy warm, waterproof gloves before I run any more races like this. Are runners crazy or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-9074366475787357536?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/9074366475787357536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=9074366475787357536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/9074366475787357536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/9074366475787357536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/08/note-to-self-buy-better-gloves.html' title='Note to self: buy better gloves'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-7304698117469310831</id><published>2008-08-15T11:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T11:29:45.004-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Race day forecast: cold and wet</title><content type='html'>It looks like I'll need some warm clothes for the &lt;a href="http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/07/training-for-pikes-peak-ascent.html"&gt;Pikes Peak Ascent&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow. The forecast is a high temp of 57 degrees (F) and rain - at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;base &lt;/span&gt;of the mountain. That likely means it will be snowing at the top.  Brrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-7304698117469310831?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/7304698117469310831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=7304698117469310831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/7304698117469310831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/7304698117469310831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/08/race-day-forecast-cold-and-wet.html' title='Race day forecast: cold and wet'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-4471805638297414403</id><published>2008-08-10T19:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T19:51:40.989-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Soggy camping weekend</title><content type='html'>We spent a soggy weekend camping near Keystone. We were lucky Friday night, when it didn't rain til after we were all in the tent getting ready for bed. Saturday morning I went for a run under cloudy skies and came across 2 moose walking up the road. Since they were walking the other way, didn't see me for quite a while so I was able to watch them for several minutes unseen. This is the first time I've seen moose south of I-70. Our friends Mike &amp;amp; Renee Kappus joined us, so combined we had kids ages 2, 3, 4 and 5. They watched the kids for a few hours Saturday afternoon while Amy and I rode mountain bikes. In keeping with the weekend theme, it rained on us, but we were prepared and had rain jackets. Saturday evening we cooked dinner and roasted marshmallows under a light drizzle, which wasn't so bad since I had rigged up our huge 10 ft by 20 ft tarp between some trees to give us a nice area to cook and stay dry. Sunday morning was overcast yet again, but I got in a long run - 2 hours and about 2700 vertical feet. That's my last big run before the &lt;a href="http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/07/training-for-pikes-peak-ascent.html"&gt;Pikes Peak Ascent&lt;/a&gt; next Saturday. It never did rain Sunday morning, so Mike and Renee got in a short bike ride before we all packed up our wet gear and hit the road. Not the best camping weather, but I've certainly endured worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-4471805638297414403?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/4471805638297414403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=4471805638297414403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/4471805638297414403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/4471805638297414403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/08/soggy-camping-weekend.html' title='Soggy camping weekend'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-1671796098235551093</id><published>2008-08-06T06:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T06:52:00.215-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Fire on Green Mountain</title><content type='html'>Lightning started a &lt;a href="http://cbs4denver.com/slideshows/green.mountain.fire.20.787655.html"&gt;grass fire on Green Mountain&lt;/a&gt; on Monday afternoon, and the fire burned right to the edge of our neighborhood, about half a mile from our house. Fortunately no homes burned, but it got pretty tense with some evacuations. Our house smelled like smoke Monday and Tuesday, but most of the smoke odor is gone.  This is the second time in 2 weeks we've had a fire in the open space on Green Mountain. The last one was much smaller.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-1671796098235551093?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/1671796098235551093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=1671796098235551093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/1671796098235551093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/1671796098235551093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/08/fire-on-green-mountain.html' title='Fire on Green Mountain'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-6669685000127385516</id><published>2008-08-03T12:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T12:51:18.553-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Green Mtn. and Mt. Evans training runs</title><content type='html'>I did training runs this weekend, the first one on Saturday morning on Green Mountain. I ran for an hour and 40 minutes (1:40), getting the top 2 different times and doing a complete circuit of the mountain. It was already hot even at 6:30 am, which might explain why a 6-foot long bullsnake was laying across the trail warming himself up for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I drove up to Echo Lake on Mt. Evans and ran from there up the Chicago creek trail, over a steep pass to summit lake, then a few miles more up the road, and finally off the road and up the south flank to the summit, finishing in 2:15. Chicago Creek and the 2 Chicago Lakes are in a surprising beautiful glacial valley - it's a spot I'd like to revisit someday when I have more time to linger, and cast a fly line. On the way up I surprised a lone deer, got real close to a herd of 18 mountain goats, and hiked right through a family of ptarmigan just below the summit. I hitched a ride back down, and spotted a few big horn sheep on the drive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-6669685000127385516?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/6669685000127385516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=6669685000127385516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6669685000127385516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6669685000127385516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/08/green-mtn-and-mt-evans-training-runs.html' title='Green Mtn. and Mt. Evans training runs'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-9061818675162809264</id><published>2008-07-28T20:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:03:46.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='club foot'/><title type='text'>Elizabeth's bedtime routine</title><content type='html'>Although her feet are straight now and she can walk just fine, Elizabeth will need to wear her foot brace at nighttime until she is at least 4 years old to prevent a relapse. The brace is such a part of her routine that she doesn't mind it at all. Here she is in her PJs, with the brace, and sporting a new hairdo courtesy of mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228258356956707762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SI6BRnBfO7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/E4x6aQytK7I/s400/liz+pjs+brace+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-9061818675162809264?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/9061818675162809264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=9061818675162809264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/9061818675162809264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/9061818675162809264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/07/elizabeths-bedtime-routine.html' title='Elizabeth&apos;s bedtime routine'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SI6BRnBfO7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/E4x6aQytK7I/s72-c/liz+pjs+brace+-+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-5954825676677673906</id><published>2008-07-28T12:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:38:06.942-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Bush's Dept. of Justice broke the law</title><content type='html'>It's disappointing, but unfortunately not too surprising to learn that the &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080728/ap_on_go_ca_st_pe/justice_politics"&gt;Bush administration improperly and illegally meddled in the hiring process at DOJ&lt;/a&gt;. According to a Department of Justice internal report, White House liason Monica Goodling rejected one candidate because of his &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;wife's &lt;/span&gt;political views, and another because of the mere &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;rumor &lt;/span&gt;that she was a lesbian. The politicized screening process even blacklisted candidates who were members of The Nature Conservancy (see report &lt;a href="http://www.minnesotaindependent.com/view/doj-liberal"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;), an organization that uses free-market forces to &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;conserve &lt;/span&gt;natural habitats. Don't conservatives supposedly believe in free market solutions and doesn't the term conservative derive from the word &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;conserve&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did I wake up in a country where the President is above the law? If you're not outraged, you're not paying attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-5954825676677673906?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/5954825676677673906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=5954825676677673906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/5954825676677673906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/5954825676677673906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/07/bushs-dept-of-justice-broke-law.html' title='Bush&apos;s Dept. of Justice broke the law'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-6522562534349834263</id><published>2008-07-27T15:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:39:02.411-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='club foot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Training for the Pikes Peak Ascent</title><content type='html'>I'm a glutton for punishment, or so it might seem. I'm running in the &lt;a href="http://www.pikespeakmarathon.org/"&gt;Pikes Peak Ascent&lt;/a&gt; again this year on August 16. It's a trail race of 13.3 miles and -- more significantly -- 7815 feet of vertical gain. My goal is to finish in under 3 hours, and beat my time from last year (3:05:03). In conjunction with my efforts, I'll once again be collecting donations for the &lt;a href="https://www.uifoundation.org/GiveToIowa/WebObjects/GiveToIowa.woa/wa/goTo?area=ponseti" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Ponseti International Association for the Advancement of Clubfoot Treatment&lt;/a&gt; - so they can help more children with club foot birth defects. If you'd like to make a donation, click &lt;a href="https://www.uifoundation.org/GiveToIowa/WebObjects/GiveToIowa.woa/wa/goTo?area=ponseti"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-6522562534349834263?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/6522562534349834263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=6522562534349834263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6522562534349834263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6522562534349834263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/07/training-for-pikes-peak-ascent.html' title='Training for the Pikes Peak Ascent'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-3106670734509585238</id><published>2008-07-25T16:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T16:43:35.530-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Buckets and Tap Shoes</title><content type='html'>Amy and I took the kids to see a performance by &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID=149419692"&gt;Buckets and Tap Shoes&lt;/a&gt; on Wednesday evening. These guys have a unique and entertaining act mixing drums, bass, some guitar, lots of tap dancing, and yes, banging on buckets, all with a good funky groove. It was fun for the kids and adults. They even invited all the kids in the audience to the stage for the last song to bang on drums and buckets. See them if you have the chance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-3106670734509585238?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/3106670734509585238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=3106670734509585238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/3106670734509585238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/3106670734509585238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/07/buckets-and-tap-shoes.html' title='Buckets and Tap Shoes'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-5396486206767029838</id><published>2008-07-25T16:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T16:39:42.137-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colorado'/><title type='text'>Lemongrass Creme Brulee</title><content type='html'>If you're looking for a restaurant with a unique menu, I'd recommend &lt;a href="http://www.modernmexican.com/zengodenver/index.htm"&gt;Zengo&lt;/a&gt;. The Latin-Asian fusion dishes are definitely out of the ordinary, and quite tasty. We went there for Amy's birthday an Tuesday night and sampled about a dozen different appetizers, tapas-style, instead of ordering entrees. For dessert, we had lemongrass creme brulee - an odd sounding flavor combination, but as it turns out, delicious. Very distinctive, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-5396486206767029838?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/5396486206767029838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=5396486206767029838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/5396486206767029838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/5396486206767029838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/07/lemongrass-creme-brulee.html' title='Lemongrass Creme Brulee'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-4686539754577585670</id><published>2008-07-21T08:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T08:17:40.540-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Weekend sans kids</title><content type='html'>Jon Christensen, my friend and co-worker at 3 different companies (BoldTech, StorePerform, and IP Commerce), got married this weekend near Vail, and Amy's parents agreed to take care of the kids for us for 2 nights. We took full advantage of our kid-less situation, starting with a lazy Saturday morning at home - something we can't do when our kids are up at 7 am or earlier. Then we packed the 4runner with camping gear and loaded our mountain bikes, and had a nice ride on the Colorado Trail going west from Copper Mountain part way up Searle pass. The bottom section of the trail was a rutted, bumpy mess thanks to all the horses that ride through, but the upper part was beautiful and great riding. Our next stop was Piney River Ranch just north of Vail - the site of the wedding. We both washed up, dressed up, and enjoyed the ceremony and reception with it's spectacular backdrop of Piney Lake, the glacially carved Piney river valley, and the impressively jagged Gore range. Early Sunday morning, I got in some altitude training by running about 6 miles round-trip from 9,300 ft elevation to about 11,500. After breakfast, Amy and I hiked up the valley to the cataracts on the Piney river. We arrived back at Ron and Dena's a little after 5:00 pm to pick up the kids and get dinner. One heckuva weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-4686539754577585670?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/4686539754577585670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=4686539754577585670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/4686539754577585670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/4686539754577585670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/07/weekend-sans-kids.html' title='Weekend sans kids'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-6805209806626392563</id><published>2008-07-10T21:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:03:46.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I'm an uncle</title><content type='html'>A big congratulations to Amy's brother Jason and his wife Jan, who became proud parents today of a baby boy, Emerson Butler! They also succeeded in making me an uncle, and bringing Andrew and Elizabeth their first cousin. Here is Jason with the newborn boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228258985146510114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SI6B2LNm6yI/AAAAAAAAAII/GPwLJtrb5ZU/s400/emerson+jason+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-6805209806626392563?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/6805209806626392563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=6805209806626392563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6805209806626392563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6805209806626392563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-uncle.html' title='I&apos;m an uncle'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SI6B2LNm6yI/AAAAAAAAAII/GPwLJtrb5ZU/s72-c/emerson+jason+-+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-8960585707599356202</id><published>2008-07-06T22:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T22:07:35.475-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>11th Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Amy and I celebrated 11 happy years of marriage today with a nice dinner at 240 Union and a concert by the Colorado Symphony Orchestra at Red Rocks. I love you, Amy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-8960585707599356202?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/8960585707599356202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=8960585707599356202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/8960585707599356202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/8960585707599356202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/07/11th-anniversary.html' title='11th Anniversary'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-8732450165912587608</id><published>2008-07-06T11:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:03:47.271-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Camping and fireworks</title><content type='html'>For the long 4th of July weekend, we took the kids camping near Keystone. The trip got off to a rocky start on Thursday, which was a company holiday for me. With a customer deployment deadline of July 15, we ran into a snag with a supplier that I had to deal with on Thursday morning. Once I had my team working on the issue, we escaped to head up to the hills for two nights. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we go camping, we do our best to avoid established campgrounds, most of which pack people way too close together and have all the charm of a trailer park. We picked nice spot next to a small stream, with no pit toilets or "rules &amp;amp; regulations" signs to be seen. Upon arrival, Andrew and Elizabeth grabbed their buckets and shovels and proceeded to get absolutely filthy, which is what you're supposed to do out in the woods. For dinner we grilled pork chops. Some advice, by the way - avoid the "light the bag" charcoal - unless you enjoy the taste of lighter fluid. (I knew this, but we couldn't find a small bag that &lt;em&gt;wasn't &lt;/em&gt;the match-light kind.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner, we roasted marshmallows, and Andrew discovered the magic of a camp fire. He thoroughly enjoyed putting a stick into the coals then pulling it out to watch it glow and make smoke. (Last year, there was a fire ban throughout most of the state all summer, so we had to forego this most important ingredient of a proper camping trip.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219959385043074562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SHEFZ3d1fgI/AAAAAAAAAHA/iYp6D1JqSho/s400/camping+hot+chocolate+2+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the 4th, we snuck away from the camp site and took the kids to Keystone for the jumping castle, playground and some ice cream. At night, we enjoyed the fireworks display, which had Elizabeth fascinated and a bit scared at the same time. The next day, she called it "lightning McQueen" - a mix-up of lightning and the main character from the movie &lt;em&gt;Cars&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219959835663789602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SHEF0GKL7iI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dW-EoJ7WqEc/s400/keystone+cowboys+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finished off our trip with a nice lunch in Breckenridge with my brother Erik, and a hike to Monarch lake. (By the way, three weeks after I popped into the bar where Erik bartends, he says people are still asking about his "twin" brother.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219960197509843986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SHEGJKJAjBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/aSSxCeMvyAE/s400/family+erik+monarch+lake+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-8732450165912587608?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/8732450165912587608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=8732450165912587608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/8732450165912587608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/8732450165912587608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/07/camping-and-fireworks.html' title='Camping and fireworks'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SHEFZ3d1fgI/AAAAAAAAAHA/iYp6D1JqSho/s72-c/camping+hot+chocolate+2+-+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-9198297047217237894</id><published>2008-06-30T21:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:03:47.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Andrew's Lemonade Stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Andrew has been obsessed with money lately - counting it, trading ones for tens, playing Monopoly even. From gifts and doing chores, he had amassed about $20, even after spending some on candy. He is now intent on having $100, so Amy helped him start toward that goal today by helping him set up a lemonade stand. Andrew bought $7 worth of lemons and sugar at the store - with his own money - and helped mom make the lemonade. Then they drove to the Green Mountain trailhead parking lot, where a bunch of thirsty hikers and bikers would hopefully shell out $1.50 for a small glass or $2.50 for a large. Andrew made the signs himself. The result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expenses: $7&lt;br /&gt;Revenue: $25&lt;br /&gt;Net profit: $18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad ROI for a few hours of labor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219960823604502850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SHEGtmhm4UI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4uSKTrNhEGA/s400/lemonade+stand+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-9198297047217237894?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/9198297047217237894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=9198297047217237894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/9198297047217237894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/9198297047217237894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/06/andrews-lemonade-stand.html' title='Andrew&apos;s Lemonade Stand'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SHEGtmhm4UI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4uSKTrNhEGA/s72-c/lemonade+stand+-+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-7132484218246068417</id><published>2008-06-29T20:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:03:48.305-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Tour de Southeast Colorado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy's friend Sara Reid, whose family owns a cattle ranch near Ordway, Colo., invited us down this weekend to see the ranch and witness the calf branding. The ranch is only a few hours drive from Denver, but it's a world away. It's wide, wide open spaces out there. Turning off I-70 onto highway 71 at Limon, the sign says "Next services 75 miles". Sara's parents Janelle and John treated us to a fantastic meal when we arrived. Of course, beef was on the menu. On Saturday morning after another filling meal, we took Andrew and Elizabeth to see the animals, along with Sara's neice and nephew, Maggie and Shane, who are the same ages and Andrew and Elizabeth, respectively. Maggie was our tour guide, and the first stop was the chicken coop. They have a few dozen chicks that are several months old and the kids enjoyed chasing the around the coop. They also enjoyed sitting in the cab of the John Deere tractor, petting the horses, and feeding the cows some hay. Later in the morning we watched as the Reids and their friends roped, branded, immunized ear-tagged, and de-horned, a bunch of calves. I didn't realize the de-horned the little things - it looks painful. After the horn buds are off, they squirt a bit of linseed oil and turpentine on the wound to slow the bleeding and keep flies off. They used an old bottle chocolate syrup for the squirt bottle. Andrew got to ride a horse, which he thought was great. Elizabeth, who loves to point out horses - both in books and when she sees them for real - was a bit overwhelmed by the specter of a big horse at close range, and refused to get on one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219961644120741970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SHEHdXL7GFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/b-35HcCYEk0/s400/andrew+maggie+chicken+coop+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219961395586095154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SHEHO5UpWDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/TIGRWHEP8AA/s400/andrew+liz+shane+maggie+tractor+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219961980339851282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SHEHw7szkBI/AAAAAAAAAHw/8exegW_g6iA/s400/andrew+amy+on+horse+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew also may now fully realize the implications of what he's known for a few years - that beef comes from cows. As he asked more and more questions about what they do with the cows, we told him the brutal truth - that eventually they go to a place where people cut them into pieces so we can buy the meat at the store. He pondered that reality in silence for a minute, then went back to playing. He still eats meat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219962203485831890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SHEH96-9AtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/09NCkKtASi4/s400/sara+calf+branding+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon we drove another 90 minutes or so to Pueblo - observing a whole lot of boarded-up store fronts and run down housing along the way. Once there we visited Amy's grandmother and great Aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-7132484218246068417?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/7132484218246068417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=7132484218246068417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/7132484218246068417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/7132484218246068417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/06/tour-de-southeast-colorado.html' title='Tour de Southeast Colorado'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SHEHdXL7GFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/b-35HcCYEk0/s72-c/andrew+maggie+chicken+coop+-+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-8145594852147814017</id><published>2008-06-25T15:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T15:38:58.842-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colorado'/><title type='text'>Bike to work</title><content type='html'>Today is bike to work day in Denver. I often ride my bike to the park-n-ride and put it on the bus, but this is the first time I've ridden to work since I moved to Lakewood. The main reason I don't ride more is because all the routes from my house to downtown involve some riding in traffic, which I like to avoid. I did find a route that's fairly direct and keeps me out of traffic most of the way, except for about a 1-mile stretch on Perry St, which I found out today doesn't have much traffic. I may just do this ride a bit more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-8145594852147814017?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/8145594852147814017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=8145594852147814017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/8145594852147814017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/8145594852147814017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/06/bike-to-work.html' title='Bike to work'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-1111569811905071469</id><published>2008-06-22T15:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T15:29:06.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn supraspintaus</title><content type='html'>I while back I &lt;a href="http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/05/shoulder-mri.html"&gt;wrote about getting an MRI &lt;/a&gt;to determine how much damage I had done to my shoulder. It turns out I have a "low grade partial tear" - about 20% - of my supraspinatus - a tendon in my rotator cuff. The doctor recommended more physical therapy before surgery. I was relieved to hear that because the recovery from arthroscopic shoulder surgery, as both he and the therapist explained, is long and painful: about 3 months before I could do anything substantial with my right arm, 6 months til I could be active, and up to year before I'd regain 95% of my original strenght.  Ughh. No thanks.  I'd much rather do the exercise every day for a year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-1111569811905071469?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/1111569811905071469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=1111569811905071469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/1111569811905071469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/1111569811905071469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/06/torn-supraspintaus.html' title='Torn supraspintaus'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-1699285787642032581</id><published>2008-06-22T15:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T15:21:37.809-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>1 minute faster on Mt. Evans Ascent</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I ran in the Mt. Evans Ascent, 14.5 miles from Echo Lake at 10,600 feet elevation to the summit at 14,264 feet. &lt;a href="http://www.myentryfee.com/results/RaceList.aspx?target=44"&gt;My time this year was 2:24:17&lt;/a&gt;, or 9:57 per mile, which is 54 seconds faster than I ran the same race last year. Even though my time improved, it was a much more competitive race this year and I went from 21st place overall in 2007 to 43rd in 2008 (out of 360 people). Not bad, but I was hoping for a bigger improvement over last year's time. The overall winner was Matt Carpenter, who beat the previous course record by 4 minutes, and beat the 2nd place finisher by more than 12 minutes! That guy is a rock star of running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran the first mile in 8 minutes, but wasn't feeling strong, my place slowed, and many people passed me. I improved in the second half of the race, at least compared to other racers, and was able to regain position by passing several people, including 5 people in the last half mile of the race - which is definitely my fondest memory of the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the race I had delusions about a top 10 finish, but I would have had to run at a pace of 8:25 per mile to do that. That's a minute and half faster, per mile! To do that would take a fundamentally different level of commitment to the sport, and/or different genetics than I was born with. I don't think I'm ready to commit the time it would take to get to that level.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-1699285787642032581?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/1699285787642032581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=1699285787642032581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/1699285787642032581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/1699285787642032581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/06/1-minute-faster-on-mt-evans-ascent.html' title='1 minute faster on Mt. Evans Ascent'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-3235257556477400854</id><published>2008-06-12T13:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:17:40.432-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>5:48 mile</title><content type='html'>I while ago I set the goal (perhaps overly optimistically) of running a 5 minute mile. I hit 5:05 on a treadmill, and in November ran a 5:49 mile on a track. I tried again yesterday and ran a mile on the same track in 5:48. Most of my training recently has been for hills, distance and altitude, and I guess that doesn't necessarily translate into a faster mile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-3235257556477400854?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/3235257556477400854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=3235257556477400854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/3235257556477400854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/3235257556477400854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/06/548-mile.html' title='5:48 mile'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-6305648401693527455</id><published>2008-06-09T21:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:22:37.922-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The 5-year-old world traveler</title><content type='html'>A few days ago Andrew saw my sister, his Aunt Lynette, and they talked about Lynette's husband Jeff being in China. I wasn't there but here's what Lynette had to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When I told him &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1213067744_0"&gt;on Saturday&lt;/span&gt; that Jeff is in &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1213067744_1"&gt;China&lt;/span&gt;, he said, "Oh yea?  Where in China?"  I thought it was cute because I don't know of many 5 year olds that would ask &lt;u&gt;where&lt;/u&gt; in China.  I told him I wasn't sure of everywhere Jeff would be but he was starting and ending his trip in &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1213067744_2"&gt;Beijing&lt;/span&gt; and Andrew said, "Oh I've been to Beijing".... like most 5 year olds would say about having been to Chuck E Cheese or something.  It made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Just your typical conversation with a five-year-old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-6305648401693527455?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/6305648401693527455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=6305648401693527455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6305648401693527455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6305648401693527455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/06/5-year-old-world-traveler.html' title='The 5-year-old world traveler'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-7052551567547128646</id><published>2008-06-08T19:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:03:48.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colorado'/><title type='text'>Backstage and 3rd row for Big Head Todd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Amy and I had a memorable experience at Red Rocks Amphitheatre yesterday - a backstage tour, access to the sound check, and 3rd row seats for &lt;a href="http://www.bigheadtodd.com/"&gt;Big Head Todd and the Monsters&lt;/a&gt;. Our tour included a glimpse of the cave-like backstage dressing rooms and the tunnel from backstage to the sound booth - scrawled with graffiti from decades of rock stars and their crews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The show itself was fantastic: great performance, perfect sound. It was 2 full sets of BHTM - about 3 hours of music. Hazel Miller made a special appearance on several songs as did a horn section. The encore finally was an extra-bluesy cover of Joe Walsh's Rocky Mountain High. The band filmed the whole show for a DVD they'll release later this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The 3rd row seats made the performance unforgettable. If you've never sat up close before, I highly recommed getting general admission tickets to a show and arriving early to snatch the good seats. It's well worth it. Here are a few photos and brief video clip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209689190849851234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SEyIt4rML2I/AAAAAAAAAF8/CAgdJrU8lnc/s400/sound+check+5+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sound check: Todd and Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209690964299827250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SEyKVHSnSDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1860stLQ7qk/s400/Red+rocks+tunnel+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Tunnel under the seats at Red Rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e6e266520a211a8c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De6e266520a211a8c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331481842%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2EC163EDFDFAC445CC2C075CC5FABEF4DC492E31.6FE23609F54F014DE3160D24A9A9BBCFE830F585%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De6e266520a211a8c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRlai6Srse5iRkX6aD7do5As57JY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De6e266520a211a8c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331481842%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2EC163EDFDFAC445CC2C075CC5FABEF4DC492E31.6FE23609F54F014DE3160D24A9A9BBCFE830F585%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De6e266520a211a8c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRlai6Srse5iRkX6aD7do5As57JY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-7052551567547128646?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e6e266520a211a8c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/7052551567547128646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=7052551567547128646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/7052551567547128646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/7052551567547128646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/06/backstage-and-3rd-row-for-big-head-todd.html' title='Backstage and 3rd row for Big Head Todd'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SEyIt4rML2I/AAAAAAAAAF8/CAgdJrU8lnc/s72-c/sound+check+5+-+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-6612903797352344284</id><published>2008-06-04T08:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T08:18:24.072-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>IP Commerce announces $17M funding</title><content type='html'>My employer, &lt;a href="http://www.ipcommerce.com"&gt;IP Commerce&lt;/a&gt;, announced the closing of our &lt;a href="http://www.businesswire.com/portal/site/google/?ndmViewId=news_view&amp;amp;newsId=20080603005205&amp;amp;newsLang=en"&gt;Series C capital raise&lt;/a&gt; of $17M, which was led by &lt;a href="http://www.venrock.com"&gt;Venrock&lt;/a&gt; venture capital.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-6612903797352344284?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/6612903797352344284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=6612903797352344284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6612903797352344284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6612903797352344284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/06/ip-commerce-announces-17m-funding.html' title='IP Commerce announces $17M funding'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-6989189473209024330</id><published>2008-06-02T20:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:43:48.329-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Altitude training</title><content type='html'>To prepare for the Mt. Evans Ascent race in 3 weeks, I did some altitude training yesterday. Here's a timeline:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;4:59 am - wake up (I woke up on my own 1 minute before my alarm was set to go off)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5:20 am - leave the house after having a drink and a banana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6:30 am - arrive at Summit Lake on Mt. Evans (12,850 ft)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6:40 am - begin running. uphill. on the road. 5.5 miles to the summit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7:40 am - arrive at the summit (14,264 ft). Enjoy a few minutes of the spectacular view&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7:50 am - start running back down (another 5.5 miles)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8:28 am - arrive back at Summit Lake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10:50 am - back home to watch the kids while Amy plays soccer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Hell of a way to start a Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-6989189473209024330?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/6989189473209024330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=6989189473209024330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6989189473209024330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6989189473209024330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/06/altitude-training.html' title='Altitude training'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-145747030856940310</id><published>2008-05-31T16:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:03:49.606-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Andrew's 5th birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We celebrated Andrew's 5th birthday today with about 20 of his friends plus their parents at Lions park in Golden. Andrew and Amy made a pinata from scratch, which was probably the highlight of the event. After several good whacks, it broke off it's string and our brave friend Mike Kappus held it up until Quentin, our next-door neighbor, gave it the fatal blow. Mom put a lot of time into the event, getting helium balloons, fixing food and drinks, and cooking 2 cakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206668555967486962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SEHNdy2jW_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/dZR8qpAZyGY/s400/pinata+andrew+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrew winds up for the swing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206668757830949890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SEHNpi2jXAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/A_3lTIbretM/s400/pinata+mike+kappus+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mike Kappus gets crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206668938219576338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SEHN0C2jXBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tKsx0vLLL3g/s400/pinata+candy+2+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The frenzied aftermath&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-145747030856940310?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/145747030856940310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=145747030856940310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/145747030856940310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/145747030856940310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/05/andrews-5th-birthday.html' title='Andrew&apos;s 5th birthday'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SEHNdy2jW_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/dZR8qpAZyGY/s72-c/pinata+andrew+-+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-1520726822706120973</id><published>2008-05-31T15:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T16:05:12.055-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>First harvest 2008</title><content type='html'>Yesterday (May 30) we harvested our first vegetables from our garden: some spinach. We had spinach salad with our spaghetti, which was Andrew's request for his birthday dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-1520726822706120973?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/1520726822706120973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=1520726822706120973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/1520726822706120973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/1520726822706120973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-harvest-2008.html' title='First harvest 2008'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-6730601924999116192</id><published>2008-05-26T18:43:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:03:50.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Southern Colorado Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived home from a family vacation to southern Colorado, including the Sand Dunes, Pagosa Springs, Mesa Verde, and drives over the state's most spectacular passes after a spring snow storm. Here are the highlights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May 16 Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First stop - about 8 pm (45 minutes into our journey) at a convenience store in Fairplay for a potty break. Andrew was wearing his rocket ship pajamas - mom put them on to prepare for him sleeping in the car. I told Andrew he could buy one item (within reason), and he chose a dozen Hostess donuts - chocolate, powdered sugar, and plain. Not a bad choice, since it was their post-breakfast dessert for the next 3 mornings. We arrived at our first destination - the &lt;a href="http://www.nature.org/wherewework/northamerica/states/colorado/preserves/art535.html"&gt;Medano-Zapata Ranch&lt;/a&gt; near the &lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/grsa/"&gt;Great Sand Dunes&lt;/a&gt; - at around 11 pm. The ranch is 100,000 acres owned by the &lt;a href="http://www.nature.org/wherewework/northamerica/states/colorado/preserves/art535.html"&gt;Nature Conservancy &lt;/a&gt;bordering the National Park. The Conservancy just recently opened their lodge and guest house for nightly lodging. Amy and I are long-time Conservancy donors, and we had been interested in staying at the ranch, but until recently the only option was to join a multi-day naturalist workshop. It was perfect for us. Of the 3 nights we were there in the 6 room guest house, we had the whole place to ourselves except for 1 night. The house has a large living area and kitchen, with a panoramic view of the dunes and Sangre de Christo mountains; a beautiful spot to enjoy a meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May 17 Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After breakfast we went straight to the dunes. A steady cool wind was blowing from the east, making it just cold enough that we all wore light jackets. Medano creek was running strong and cold on the edge of the dunes. After crossing, we didn't go too far into the dunes before we settled in a nice spot and the kids started playing with their buckets and shovels in 30-square-mile sandbox. We all ran down the dune faces a few times, too. I got a good workout doing laps up and down one steep dune. After a picnic lunch, we stopped at the visitor center, where Andrew earned his badge as a Junior Park Ranger. He beamed with pride for the next few days telling anyone who would listen that he was a Junior Park Ranger. While Andrew earned his badge with Mommy's help, I took Elizabeth on a short nature walk. We see several bugs (she calls all bugs "lady bugs"), some animal burrows, and I pointed out to her a pile of deer poo poo. She now excitedly points out to us every pile of deer poo poo she sees. After naps for me and the kids, we mosied over to the main ranch house, where a fairly tame herd of deer was feasting on the green grass, and the kids got a pretty close look at them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204867034359378802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SDtm_b4hs3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/bfqbuDdLEGk/s400/dad+kids+dunes+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May 18 Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started my day at 5:30 am, hitting the road for a short drive to a trailhead, and got some uphill altitude training in. I ran up the Zapata Lake trail from about 9000 to 11,300 feet elevation and back again. That's a hell of a way to spend a vacation, eh? After breakfast back at the ranch, we all piled into the truck and went back to the dunes! We did a short nature hike where the highlight for the kids was throwing rocks into a stream, and then on to the dunes again. Andrew told us he didn't want to go to the sand again, but we knew better and took him anyway. This time we went to the east side, where fewer people go because you need 4 wheel drive and partially deflated tires to get thru the sand. The great thing about this spot is that the creek here runs right into the bottom of the steepest dune around, one with about 300 feet of vertical rise straight from the creek. Amy and the kids played in the wet sand and creek while I scaled the dune and ran straight down again, leaping several times as far as I could to land in the soft sand. The sand makes an odd rumbling noise when you land in it - hard to describe. I then helped Andrew build a sand castle and moat while Amy took her turn leaping down the dune. After all that, it was nap time for the kids, so back to the ranch we went. Andrew now said he loves the sand dunes, despite telling us earlier that day that he didn't want to go back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May 19 Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning we went on a bison tour. A ranch hand drove us out where we got up real close to some of the ranch bison, including several calves that were about 1 month old. We got up close but stayed in the car to watch. The animals are huge and unpredictable. The conservancy maintains them as an essentially wild herd, providing no feed. They do round up and sell many of them each year to slaughter, but they are increasing the herd size. Without any wolves, they don't have any predators. It surreal to see about 3 dozen bison at close range, with the dunes and the snow-capped peaks of the Sangres as a backdrop. After the tour, we packed up and headed toward Pagosa Springs. Andrew and Elizabeth napped for about an hour (ahh, sweet silence!). We listened to C.W. McCall's "Wolf Creek Pass" as we drove on Wolf Creek Pass and stopped at Treasure Falls. With a drop of about 100 feet and and creek swollen with snow melt, this is the most impressive waterfall I've seen in Colorado. The short hike from the road for a closer look is well worth it. We're now at the Pagosa Hot Springs, where the kids have the only thing required for kids to have a fun vacation: a pool. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204867528280617858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SDtncL4hs4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/fitrLfhWe4U/s400/medano+bison+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204868481763357618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SDtoTr4hs7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/-7pHe-Gchko/s400/treasure+falls+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May 20 Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday was a kid-centric day with most of the day spent in the hot springs pool. Amy and I took turns getting massages, so wasn't entirely kid-centered. The hot springs are right next to the San Juan river, which was probably 6 feet higher than normal due to snowmelt: high enough that they put up sandbags to keep the turbid and frigid water out of the hot tubs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204867708669244306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SDtnmr4hs5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/_V5aS6fEAvE/s400/mom+kids+pagosa+pool+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May 21 Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a morning dip in the pool, we hit the road toward Mesa Verde, stopping at Durango on the way for lunch and a stop at the candy store. At this time of year, Mesa Verde lives up to its name, with vivid green spring growth everywhere. Andrew earned his 2nd Junior Park Ranger badge, and we all toured the Spruce Tree House ruin. We spent the next 3 nights at &lt;a href="http://www.kellyplace.com/"&gt;Kelly Place&lt;/a&gt;, an amazing B&amp;amp;B west of Cortez, nestled in the canyons underneath 10,000 foot Sleeping Ute mountain. There are several Anasazi ruins right on the property, including one very well restored pueblo and kiva (circular, underground room used for ceremonies). It also borders Canyons of the Ancients National Monument, where several more cliff dwellings are a short hike away. There was a group of about a dozen people here on a "vision quest"; after a few days banging on drums and various activities at Kelly Place, they all packed up for a week of backpacking in the Utah desert. They were really nice folks, and not nearly as weird as you might expect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204868352914338722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SDtoML4hs6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/TyKFtFy0gQU/s400/mom+kids+spruce+tree+house+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May 22 Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent the whole day in Mesa Verde, starting with the ranger-led tour of Cliff Palace, the largest cliff dwelling in the park. Surprisingly, there is a winery and vinyard just up the road from us along McElmo creek - Guy Drew Vineyards. We stopped in for a tasting and bought half a case of wine. One of those bottles we promptly finished off back at the B&amp;amp;B while the kids napped. It was a cold rainy day, so enjoying some nice wine and a book was a great way to spend the afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May 23 Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we hiked a few miles into Canyons of the Ancients to see the cliff dwellings. They're certainly not as big or impressive as those at Mesa Verde, but the solitude - we were the only people there - makes it well worth the walk. Back at Kelly Place, we ate dinner and played games. They had an ancient Monopoly game without the board, so Andrew improvised a game - something like shopkeeper. He doled me out a stack of monopolymoney and then "sold" me various items and gave me change. So he got to exercise his math skills by calculating change, and he absolutely loved it. He insisted on playing again the next morning after breakfast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204868584842572738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SDtoZr4hs8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/QoFPiGAy8AI/s400/andrew+canyon+ancients+nm+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May 24 Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a big driving day, but a beautiful one. The cold spring weather left fresh snow everywhere above about 8000 feet, and we spent a lot of time at these altitudes as we drove through Durango, over 2 passes to Silverton, then over Red Mountain pass to Ouray, and finally over McClure pass to Basalt and Glenwood Springs. If you've never been over these passes, they are absolutely spectacular. I also bought the most expensive gasoline I've ever bought - $4.29/gallon in Ouray. (Fortunately, and somewhat miraculously, I got 22 mpg in my 1995 Toyota 4Runner on this tank of gas - the best mileage I've ever gotten.) We spent the night with my dad at my parents' place in New Castle, and as usual, enjoyed great food and great company!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May 25 Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw a bear! Driving home over Vail pass on Sunday evening, there was a handful of people stopped to look at something - a big black bear! Just a hundred yards off the road, the bear was grazing on vegetation. This is the first time I've seen a wild bear in Colorado. Pretty cool way to finish our vacation! (Unfortunately we didn't have a good zoom lens...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204868679331853266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SDtofL4hs9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/zIeLuK4bUUo/s400/vail+pass+bear+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-6730601924999116192?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/6730601924999116192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=6730601924999116192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6730601924999116192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6730601924999116192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/05/southern-colorado-vacation.html' title='Southern Colorado Vacation'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SDtm_b4hs3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/bfqbuDdLEGk/s72-c/dad+kids+dunes+-+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-6367313783343839627</id><published>2008-05-13T21:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T19:58:23.972-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew'/><title type='text'>Andrew's first girlfriend?</title><content type='html'>Andrew, who will be 5 years old on May 30, has a good friend in his preschool class named Ali. The other day, Andrew wrote a note that said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I am goen too mary Ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: I am going to marry Ali&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope he waits a few more years before he ties the knot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-6367313783343839627?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/6367313783343839627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=6367313783343839627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6367313783343839627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6367313783343839627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/05/andrews-first-girlfriend.html' title='Andrew&apos;s first girlfriend?'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-2271239232506179156</id><published>2008-05-07T20:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:52:13.437-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Shoulder MRI</title><content type='html'>Last fall while hiking with the kids and the DesMarteau family on Kenosha pass, Andrew asked me to carry him up on my shoulders, so I obliged. When I lifted him up, I messed up my right shoulder. The doctor suspects that I have a torn labrum, which is the soft tissue in the shoulder socket where tendons connect. After several months of exercises I regained strength, but every time I do something as simple as throw hard with my right arm, I re-aggravate it. Today I had an MR Arthrogram, and MRI with a dye injected into the shoulder joint to help show the injury. They start with CT scan, and then inject the dye. They had trouble getting the dye in the right spot so the had to repeat this about 6 times, jamming a needle into my shoulder each time. Then I spent about 20 minutes in the MRI. Now I'm left with a sore shoulder and wondering what the doc will tell me tomorrow. Most likely, I'll need arthroscopic surgery to repair it, and 2-3 months of recovery after that. I won't even be able to run for the first 1-2 months of recovery, so I'm planning to postpone surgery (if needed) til after the Pikes Peak Ascent in August.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-2271239232506179156?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/2271239232506179156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=2271239232506179156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/2271239232506179156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/2271239232506179156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/05/shoulder-mri.html' title='Shoulder MRI'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-7799659243548481536</id><published>2008-05-04T20:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:23:07.493-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>7 weeks til the Mt. Evans ascent</title><content type='html'>I have 7 weeks until the Mt. Evans Ascent, which means it's time to kick my training into high gear. Today I ran for about an hour and 20 minutes at Elk Meadow Park, starting at 7600 feet and climbing to somewhere over 9000 feet. Yesterday, I went for long bike ride, with Andrew in tow in the double-wide trailer. The extra weight and drag makes the 400 vertical foot climb from Bear Creek Lake park to my house a good workout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-7799659243548481536?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/7799659243548481536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=7799659243548481536' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/7799659243548481536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/7799659243548481536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/05/7-weeks-til-mt-evans-ascent.html' title='7 weeks til the Mt. Evans ascent'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-3570751543514635288</id><published>2008-04-27T16:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T16:40:00.655-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>11th place in Cherry Creek Sneak</title><content type='html'>I ran the &lt;a href="http://www.ccsneak.com/data/Results08list.php?x_EVENT=3+-+3.1+5K+RUN+WALK&amp;amp;z_EVENT=LIKE%2C%27%25%2C%25%27"&gt;Cherry Creek Sneak &lt;/a&gt;5k (3.1 mile) race this morning in 19 minutes, 11 seconds. That was good enough for 11th place overall, and 2nd in my age division (35-39 year old males). Apparently I'll receive a "commemorative award" by mail for being in the top 3 for my age group. That's also about 20 seconds faster than I ran the same race 8 years ago. Not a bad way to start a chilly April morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-3570751543514635288?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ccsneak.com/data/Results08list.php?x_EVENT=3+-+3.1+5K+RUN+WALK&amp;z_EVENT=LIKE%2C%27%25%2C%25%27' title='11th place in Cherry Creek Sneak'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/3570751543514635288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=3570751543514635288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/3570751543514635288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/3570751543514635288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/04/11th-place-in-cherry-creek-sneak.html' title='11th place in Cherry Creek Sneak'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-7929880727112089658</id><published>2008-04-23T21:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:19:25.471-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Gum and Sukrz</title><content type='html'>What do you get when a 4 (almost 5) year old boy, who is learning to spell phonetically, writes his own grocery list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;gum&lt;br /&gt;sukrz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;(a.k.a. "suckers")&lt;br /&gt;What else could a growing boy like Andrew need???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-7929880727112089658?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/7929880727112089658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=7929880727112089658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/7929880727112089658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/7929880727112089658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/04/gum-and-sukrz.html' title='Gum and Sukrz'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-216084202403480392</id><published>2008-04-16T08:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T08:16:58.590-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colorado'/><title type='text'>Spring ride on Green Mountain</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went for a bike ride after work on Green Mountain with Matt Good and his buddy Dom. It was a beautiful Spring day in Colorado with sunshine and 75 degrees, but the wind was howling at about 30+ mph. Riding uphill into the wind is a good workout. It's a good thing we got our ride in yesterday because by this afternoon, it's supposed to be raining and snowing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-216084202403480392?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/216084202403480392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=216084202403480392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/216084202403480392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/216084202403480392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-ride-on-green-mountain.html' title='Spring ride on Green Mountain'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-940623777517330268</id><published>2008-04-15T14:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:48:54.667-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Running uphill</title><content type='html'>I signed up for 2 races again this summer: the Mt. Evans Ascent in June and the Pikes Peak Ascent in August. I've been training all winter, but it's time to kick into high gear now and see if I can beat my times from last year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-940623777517330268?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/940623777517330268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=940623777517330268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/940623777517330268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/940623777517330268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/04/running-uphill.html' title='Running uphill'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-332845791004190593</id><published>2008-04-15T08:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T08:50:36.410-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy 2nd Birthday Elizabeth!</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth is 2 years old today - tax day - so her birthday is easy to remember. We had a party for her on Sunday with all of her grandparents plus her Uncle Jason and Aunt Jan. Most of her gifts were girly-girl things - necklackes, cute dresses, pink sunglasses, and lot of barrettes for her hair, which is  shoulder length now and growing fast. Her Uncle Erik gave her a puffer-fish stuffed animal that makes a "boing" noise when it hits something. She had tons of fun with it last night; she picks it up, says "boing", then throws it down and giggles excitedly when it makes it's noise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-332845791004190593?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/332845791004190593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=332845791004190593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/332845791004190593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/332845791004190593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-2nd-birthday-elizabeth.html' title='Happy 2nd Birthday Elizabeth!'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-8081622914078598901</id><published>2008-04-14T20:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T07:36:18.358-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>The duplex is rented</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we ended our quest to find renters - we signed a lease and collected a deposit from a family that will move in on May 1st. They have family living down the street, so we hope that means they stay for a while. It's quite a relief to know we don't have to answer the phone and show the house anymore - at least not for another year. And thanks to craigslist, it didn't cost us anything to advertise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-8081622914078598901?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/8081622914078598901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=8081622914078598901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/8081622914078598901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/8081622914078598901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/04/duplex-is-rented.html' title='The duplex is rented'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-4710372064858606794</id><published>2008-04-01T21:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T21:39:14.790-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Adventures of Mr. Mom</title><content type='html'>Amy is on a business trip in Kentucky until Friday evening, so look out, kids, I'm Mr. Mom for the rest of the week! That's right - I have sole responsibility for waking, dressing, packing lunch, driving to day care and preschool, picking up from said locations, feeding again, playing games with, putting pajamas on, and tucking into bed -- for 2 kids. Of course, I get to enjoying playing with them for a short time each evening before bed. Tonight, I cooked up spaghetti, and let them watch Shrek 2 while I ate my own meal and cleaned up. Thank goodness for DVDs. Amy (bless her heart!) made a big batch of chili on Monday before she left, so I shouldn't need to cook dinner for the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew is really sad that mommy isn't here and doesn't understand why he couldn't go with her. Hopefully he won't be scarred for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-4710372064858606794?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/4710372064858606794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=4710372064858606794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/4710372064858606794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/4710372064858606794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/04/adventures-of-mr-mom.html' title='Adventures of Mr. Mom'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-7950147576012981957</id><published>2008-03-23T20:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:03:51.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Easter weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great Easter weekend, starting with egg decorating a few days ago. The Paas kit we bought had stickers and hats to dress up the eggs with; the photo below shows the result. On Saturday morning we enjoyed an Easter egg hunt for the kids at Barb &amp;amp; Dave Frommel's house. This was Elizabeth's first real chance to participate in the hunt, and she loved it. Saturday night, we had dinner with Jason &amp;amp; Lindy Kearns and Yoshi and Sandra Tagawa. Jason and his family are in town from Washington DC with their 3 kids for a spring break vacation. Jason and Yoshi are fraternity brothers, and I haven't seen them since Andrew was a few months old. It was great to catch up! On Sunday, of course the Easter bunny visited our house and Andrew and Liz had another chance to search for candy-filled eggs. Next was church, where Elizabeth got to show off her pretty dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181132968658612530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/R-cU-_L2MTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ExqrPNYzgx0/s400/liz+andrew+easter+eggs+2+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181132809744822562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/R-cU1vL2MSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/yBVxF0i7pyo/s400/liz+easter+egg+hunt+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181133067442860354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/R-cVEvL2MUI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qWhEcqdUtXQ/s400/andrew+liz+easter+suits+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-7950147576012981957?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/7950147576012981957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=7950147576012981957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/7950147576012981957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/7950147576012981957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-weekend.html' title='Easter weekend'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/R-cU-_L2MTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ExqrPNYzgx0/s72-c/liz+andrew+easter+eggs+2+-+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-9038817193882626421</id><published>2008-03-17T21:29:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:03:52.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Winter Park Ski Train</title><content type='html'>Amy, Andrew and I took a ride on the Winter Park Ski Train yesterday. (Elizabeth stayed with Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa - she's not skiing quite yet.) Of course Andrew loved the train ride, and it's 29 tunnels each way, including the 6.2 mile Moffat tunnel under the continental divide. Amy and I loved not driving - or sitting in an I-70 traffic jam. To top it off, the snow and weather were both great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/R983uyOZbbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TV2KJLBYy_k/s1600-h/ski+train+family+-+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/R983uyOZbbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TV2KJLBYy_k/s400/ski+train+family+-+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178919373395029426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/R9831COZbcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/z8FRBOnZzoI/s1600-h/ski+train+amy+andrew+-+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/R9831COZbcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/z8FRBOnZzoI/s400/ski+train+amy+andrew+-+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178919480769211842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/R9837yOZbdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/R-tScQkvT5k/s1600-h/andrew+amy+skiing+2+-+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/R9837yOZbdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/R-tScQkvT5k/s400/andrew+amy+skiing+2+-+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178919596733328850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/R984AiOZbeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/S5p8DxxCJ-A/s1600-h/andrew+brad+skiing+2+-+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/R984AiOZbeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/S5p8DxxCJ-A/s400/andrew+brad+skiing+2+-+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178919678337707490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-9038817193882626421?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/9038817193882626421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=9038817193882626421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/9038817193882626421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/9038817193882626421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/03/winter-park-ski-train.html' title='Winter Park Ski Train'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/R983uyOZbbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TV2KJLBYy_k/s72-c/ski+train+family+-+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-3007200814820940456</id><published>2008-03-11T21:19:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:03:53.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Artwork &amp; numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Here is a sample of Elizabeth's day care artwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/R9dMsyOZbaI/AAAAAAAAADs/y2mF0_WjRlg/s1600-h/liz+rock+paint+-+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/R9dMsyOZbaI/AAAAAAAAADs/y2mF0_WjRlg/s400/liz+rock+paint+-+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176690628965789090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is an example of Andrew's fascination with numbers and math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/R9dMniOZbZI/AAAAAAAAADk/-CUWmroNrFU/s1600-h/andrew+math+-+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/R9dMniOZbZI/AAAAAAAAADk/-CUWmroNrFU/s400/andrew+math+-+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176690538771475858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, here are some samples of Andrew's creative side. He is left-handed, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/R9dMiSOZbYI/AAAAAAAAADc/trZxMIg6vWw/s1600-h/andrew+crocodile+-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/R9dMiSOZbYI/AAAAAAAAADc/trZxMIg6vWw/s400/andrew+crocodile+-small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176690448577162626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/R9dMZiOZbXI/AAAAAAAAADU/YWeOEg1cvWU/s1600-h/andrew+koala+-+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/R9dMZiOZbXI/AAAAAAAAADU/YWeOEg1cvWU/s400/andrew+koala+-+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176690298253307250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-3007200814820940456?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/3007200814820940456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=3007200814820940456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/3007200814820940456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/3007200814820940456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/03/artwork-numbers.html' title='Artwork &amp; numbers'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/R9dMsyOZbaI/AAAAAAAAADs/y2mF0_WjRlg/s72-c/liz+rock+paint+-+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-6746767503428960831</id><published>2008-03-07T08:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T08:17:53.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>One year with Elizabeth</title><content type='html'>Yesterday (March 6) is the one-year anniversary of Elizabeth's adoption day. It's almost hard to imagine now a time when she wasn't part of the family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-6746767503428960831?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/6746767503428960831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=6746767503428960831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6746767503428960831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6746767503428960831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-year-with-elizabeth.html' title='One year with Elizabeth'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-2650670018664094865</id><published>2008-03-02T14:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T22:37:26.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='club foot'/><title type='text'>Walking, talking machine</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've posted an update on Elizabeth. A while back I posted a &lt;a href="http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-steps.html"&gt;short video&lt;/a&gt; of some of her first, wobbly steps.  A few months later, she's walking like a pro, and starting to talk, too. She's come a long way since she started the Ponseti treatment for her club feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-790e825d9695801e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D790e825d9695801e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331481842%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5D0FAB4F044906E79F42F1175090B86F3AEDA322.23ECFA14973DB5607CC353E4E5DB8770B33FFE70%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D790e825d9695801e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSfT6rCDj2rLFjvarsfDry3qUn-4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D790e825d9695801e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331481842%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5D0FAB4F044906E79F42F1175090B86F3AEDA322.23ECFA14973DB5607CC353E4E5DB8770B33FFE70%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D790e825d9695801e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSfT6rCDj2rLFjvarsfDry3qUn-4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-2650670018664094865?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=790e825d9695801e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/2650670018664094865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=2650670018664094865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/2650670018664094865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/2650670018664094865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/03/walking-talking-machine.html' title='Walking, talking machine'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-8670306072645568153</id><published>2008-03-02T10:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T10:34:32.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew'/><title type='text'>Ski school</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we put Andrew in ski school at Winter Park, hoping that would help him improve faster than we can teach him ourselves.  We put him in Level 2, where they spend the day on the "magic carpet" - a tiny hill with a conveyor belt the kids stand on to get up the hill. Looks like it was a little too easy for him, so next time it'll definitely be Level 3, where they ride up a real ski run on a cart pulled by a snowmobile. His instructor said he spent a lot of the morning crying for mommy, but in the afternoon he calmed down and skied great - the best in his class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Andrew's 3rd season on skis, but he's only been skiing a few days each season, and only a few runs per day. He started with a little rubber strap to keep his ski tips together, but we took that off this year and he's done great without it. He loves to go fast, he can do a snowplow (or as we call it, a pizza wedge), and he can turn fairly well. Amy and I took him for a run with us before his lesson started, and again after his lesson was over. He didn't want to go afterward, but he said he would go if we gave him a Pez candy afterward. He drives a hard bargain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-8670306072645568153?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/8670306072645568153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=8670306072645568153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/8670306072645568153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/8670306072645568153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/03/ski-school.html' title='Ski school'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-4059836130684799276</id><published>2008-02-28T20:47:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T20:53:20.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Landlords</title><content type='html'>For a few years now, off and on, Amy and I have been looking to invest in real estate. We actually signed a contract for a 4-plex a few years ago, and the very next day I got laid off from my job when StorePerform decided to ship all of their software development to India, and then we all moved to China for a while, so that deal fell through. (By the way, StorePerform is now bringing development back to the US. Ha ha!) Recently we made 2 offers on a duplex in Lakewood and the seller finally accepted our offer. With a little luck, we'll be able to lock in a decent mortgage rate and we'll be landlords in about a month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-4059836130684799276?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/4059836130684799276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=4059836130684799276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/4059836130684799276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/4059836130684799276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/02/landlords.html' title='Landlords'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-6131955303438766003</id><published>2008-02-22T12:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T12:54:22.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew'/><title type='text'>Geek in training</title><content type='html'>I mean that in the nicest possible way. After all, I'm a geek myself! Andrew seems to have a gift for  - or perhaps an obsession with - arithmetic. Almost every day, while in the midst of other activities like playing or eating, he'll start quoting arithmetic equations. "3 plus 3 plus 3 is nine", he'll say, followed by "1 plus 2 plus 3 plus for is .... 10!". At his preschool, he's writing a "math book", which consists of handwritten pages of  math facts - mostly addition, I think. At home last night, our next door neighbor came over to play with him, and instead of playing with her he spent his time writing his own home version of the math book. At one point, he said, in a most serious tone of voice, "I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;writing math books".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope this lands him a really good scholarship one day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-6131955303438766003?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/6131955303438766003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=6131955303438766003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6131955303438766003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/6131955303438766003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/02/geek-in-training.html' title='Geek in training'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30804114.post-9194338262180389826</id><published>2008-02-16T20:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T20:46:13.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Mr. Mom's potty training</title><content type='html'>Amy and I decided to potty train Elizabeth. She's only 21 months old, but when she joined our family at 11 months old, she was already trained pretty well. In China, starting at just a few months old, they put children on the toilet at regular intervals and leave them there until they pee. When they start going, the adults whistle, and the Pavlovian effect takes hold. Pretty soon, they can set the kids on the pot, whistle, and viola - potty time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made Andrew go cold turkey (no more diapers - period) when he was 2 and a half years old. Over a 3-day weekend, he learned quickly that he didn't like being soaked in urine. We started the same technique on Elizabeth 2 days ago (except for overnight - she still needs a diaper then), with mixed results. To top it all off, Amy took off with some girlfriends for the weekend and left me in charge of potty patrol. Liz makes it to the toilet about half the time, but in a single 1-hour period this afternoon, I had to clean up 3 accidents - meaning 3 changes of clothes for Elizabeth, and me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30804114-9194338262180389826?l=bradswanson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/feeds/9194338262180389826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30804114&amp;postID=9194338262180389826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/9194338262180389826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30804114/posts/default/9194338262180389826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradswanson.blogspot.com/2008/02/mr-moms-potty-training.html' title='Mr. Mom&apos;s potty training'/><author><name>Brad Swanson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03081884860431841622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RKQgVkLLIO8/SqkxeM_dbLI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H9xQhECGiZY/S220/swanson-headshot-zoom355x355.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
