tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15803043603669058892024-03-19T00:26:27.391-07:00i just can't sit stillcuz you just gotta move!Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07259670340112293684noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580304360366905889.post-32291108916394050302018-12-13T20:39:00.001-08:002018-12-13T20:39:53.306-08:00State Highpoint #3 - Pennsylvania<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr6c3TRXplggDbZEEIRF57ESMHRRMH3P7MLyLhQiYcW6b-k07hQUhgHHE_2aDddHf1oWEdwrBN6s3IrnblxLAzWSgLXBaYD_I7-ki8jFBjeMwyycscATIM0ntrOCwtCo8UL-ub3zCd9C-G/s1600/DSCN0521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQv_ugG-61mGMY-1QLHR01XzMsXO7rikGlz2rbxaYUzSRT4jE4cD4m5Ulpw_uB5VVj6UsT9OJRCZusp06R7KiPc10fb_HoBtNcGRQa4rfwlk_V1VG5KyFip5TQZYeG5kLh5EvnmIq5LQkb/s1600/DSCN0526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQv_ugG-61mGMY-1QLHR01XzMsXO7rikGlz2rbxaYUzSRT4jE4cD4m5Ulpw_uB5VVj6UsT9OJRCZusp06R7KiPc10fb_HoBtNcGRQa4rfwlk_V1VG5KyFip5TQZYeG5kLh5EvnmIq5LQkb/s320/DSCN0526.JPG" width="320" /></a><b>Mount Davis</b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr6c3TRXplggDbZEEIRF57ESMHRRMH3P7MLyLhQiYcW6b-k07hQUhgHHE_2aDddHf1oWEdwrBN6s3IrnblxLAzWSgLXBaYD_I7-ki8jFBjeMwyycscATIM0ntrOCwtCo8UL-ub3zCd9C-G/s1600/DSCN0521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr6c3TRXplggDbZEEIRF57ESMHRRMH3P7MLyLhQiYcW6b-k07hQUhgHHE_2aDddHf1oWEdwrBN6s3IrnblxLAzWSgLXBaYD_I7-ki8jFBjeMwyycscATIM0ntrOCwtCo8UL-ub3zCd9C-G/s320/DSCN0521.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5mVpHo2tiKsImCUSNvmfSSt-bdkHnJ8onNTwiT3N-Y3KDeqJEWKTAEk8af0uf6MCdG_zZ1mTvORTRihyphenhyphenAs37XQ3O8xAyjRlhfCwF0tDvo_rPdoVfbiV2pn4ql_nxuKyCkTtdQGCr081EQ/s1600/DSCN0528.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5mVpHo2tiKsImCUSNvmfSSt-bdkHnJ8onNTwiT3N-Y3KDeqJEWKTAEk8af0uf6MCdG_zZ1mTvORTRihyphenhyphenAs37XQ3O8xAyjRlhfCwF0tDvo_rPdoVfbiV2pn4ql_nxuKyCkTtdQGCr081EQ/s320/DSCN0528.JPG" width="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr6c3TRXplggDbZEEIRF57ESMHRRMH3P7MLyLhQiYcW6b-k07hQUhgHHE_2aDddHf1oWEdwrBN6s3IrnblxLAzWSgLXBaYD_I7-ki8jFBjeMwyycscATIM0ntrOCwtCo8UL-ub3zCd9C-G/s1600/DSCN0521.JPG" imageanchor="1"></a><br />
Having completed Spruce Knob, and Backbone Mountain, and thinking we had time for one more state highpoint in the day, we headed up the road for Mount Davis, in Pennsylvania. It was a short drive, relatively speaking. But the winding mountain roads through the Appalachians take longer than shows on a simple map. At Mount Davis is a huge tower standing above the trees to give visitors views of the surrounding area. There isn't much to see, however, but more trees and you can't really tell you're on the highest point of anything as the rolling hills go for miles. But there was a lot of cool folklore, and horse and buggies in this part of the country. And of course, we had to throw a football off the tower and see if I could catch it. I think I probably missed. But it made the stop that much more memorable.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07259670340112293684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580304360366905889.post-59678735213760746472015-04-04T09:35:00.001-07:002018-12-13T20:21:15.864-08:00State Highpoint #2 - Maryland<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6b_sSgrT-3ezev8-Bb3q1SEDchRtu8kx3AA17FeatNP0vmnVa8o6eVVilcocZaztPm5DBKMOC-69ZO92r4Q2PypMY_vnJ9N6G0m_RGHRof7tkDxh3EmS8P1waA2EiTm1VsCai3CHJ0L5R/s1600/DSCN0500.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6b_sSgrT-3ezev8-Bb3q1SEDchRtu8kx3AA17FeatNP0vmnVa8o6eVVilcocZaztPm5DBKMOC-69ZO92r4Q2PypMY_vnJ9N6G0m_RGHRof7tkDxh3EmS8P1waA2EiTm1VsCai3CHJ0L5R/s1600/DSCN0500.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
On the same day that I started the journey, with my friend TJ Mack, we had mapped out a route to do 3 state highpoints in the same day. We left his house in Charlottesville, VA and made our way to Spruce Knob, WV. From there, we took the winding roads through the Appalachians to the small neck of land in Maryland, where the state highpoint is. I couldn't find a great picture of the actual state highpoint, but this small church is very close to the point in the road, where you park on the shoulder and head up the side of the hill to the highest point in Maryland. And this is a great example of the wonders that I've been able to see as part of this journey. I have seen places in this country, that I never would have imagined because some of the high points are so far off the beaten path.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07259670340112293684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580304360366905889.post-57151368912212268602015-03-29T21:36:00.003-07:002015-03-29T21:42:01.703-07:00State Highpoint #1 - West Virginia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtlztoMql7OVv_IIV7YL2aemRgHRm-bpdWTg1obnan3iiqu2UuFGViK3WGP9QbUUQuFLv2WDNa8ZTC7YUQiclJZ5CORg0GFNPjOhUUEcvaao-QP3slTxQcY8mzVAxWYQGD-AxC_Ms4X-G3/s1600/DSCN0494.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtlztoMql7OVv_IIV7YL2aemRgHRm-bpdWTg1obnan3iiqu2UuFGViK3WGP9QbUUQuFLv2WDNa8ZTC7YUQiclJZ5CORg0GFNPjOhUUEcvaao-QP3slTxQcY8mzVAxWYQGD-AxC_Ms4X-G3/s1600/DSCN0494.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>
When I was somewhere in the neighborhood of 12 years old, I found an atlas in the mountain of books stacked unorganizedly on our bookshelf, in our Alpine home. I began studying the pages of maps. I was fascinated with the lines of roads and how they meandered and winded through the 2 dimensional topography. I wondered how the roads were constructed, and why they took the specific courses they did. Then somewhere - and I wish I could remember exactly which state it was - I ran across a little + sign, with the words, "Highest Point in"...... It had the name of the mountain, and the elevation. I thought, "Hmmm.... That means there's a highest point of elevation in every state." I flipped back to the first page of the atlas, and began searching the landscape of Alabama. "Cheaha.... 2407'" The search was on. I found and circled all 50 state highpoints on every page of that atlas, and I said, "I'm going to reach the highest point in every one of these states."<br />
That declaration stuck with me for years. I went through junior high and high school. Left to Brazil for two years as a missionary for my church. Came back and went to to college, and found myself consumed with studies and responsibilities. I never knew how I was going to accomplish this goal. I soon married, and started a career. I found myself with less time to start this goal than ever. Then, I found myself not happy in marriage, and was soon divorced. With a broken heart, I had nothing, but a chance to reinvent myself. As a way to get away, my friend invited me to fly to his house in Virginia to get away for a while. After all, it was through him that I met my now ex-wife. He understood better than anyone that I needed to get away. I told him that I wanted to get out and see the world now, and told him about my dream of reaching the highest point of every state. I mapped out three close points to his house, that we could do in a day, and I talked him into going on a road trip with me.<br />
And so, on October 13, 2009 the journey began.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07259670340112293684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580304360366905889.post-81983167165789662022012-04-23T09:24:00.000-07:002012-04-23T09:47:25.051-07:00Spring time in Utah<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyfFJBnsX90qpYTVBgvqWlEWhju5dOSwcfZ6ppWXPZbzyTpfgCSOYyjvYEgTU_1rgIoaY-N1sMr3YcxgdgZKOVGJEXUkX-CciLfty4mDZPGFxzk7WpBN3YI09mBpaAY0QXCcfUZsaqTQp1/s1600/IMG_4692.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyfFJBnsX90qpYTVBgvqWlEWhju5dOSwcfZ6ppWXPZbzyTpfgCSOYyjvYEgTU_1rgIoaY-N1sMr3YcxgdgZKOVGJEXUkX-CciLfty4mDZPGFxzk7WpBN3YI09mBpaAY0QXCcfUZsaqTQp1/s320/IMG_4692.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lucas loves swinging</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
Spring is here in full effect and I am loving the warmer weather. I can't wait to get out and get hiking. But for now, the little time that I have, I am spending with Mary and Lucas. We have been hanging out a lot outside at her parents house cuz Lucas loves to explore. <br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnuIFikgXEe1-Y3a8Xki_fyVqt50YamO2knyRV7HTjjlgmu1XpPNceCdlK7k2Zg-oSdgNYCjJ1O7DUPuw9Am1-Mi7ZDBSRkm8RZd9jsWezTF62ay5_Cams2WRGtDt2Kf_NspHEgf8_jupl/s1600/IMG_4656.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnuIFikgXEe1-Y3a8Xki_fyVqt50YamO2knyRV7HTjjlgmu1XpPNceCdlK7k2Zg-oSdgNYCjJ1O7DUPuw9Am1-Mi7ZDBSRkm8RZd9jsWezTF62ay5_Cams2WRGtDt2Kf_NspHEgf8_jupl/s320/IMG_4656.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First time on a horse</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
A couple Sundays ago, I took Mary and Lucas to Alpine to introduce them to my mom. I stuck Lucas on Chase. His smile says it all :) <br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjivlcV6WD6uESn7hLixgScKydEBJmlJxbCYefyo4GeeTQBEVfWYk22i0XAlbuept8ZtrSiT-tsNYTR5q8ITDqa-EuhtgavoTt5QLyEvm4KMuOrsSXxBhWnG06FbiahniHtC8mKiRpoIW48/s1600/IMG_4712.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjivlcV6WD6uESn7hLixgScKydEBJmlJxbCYefyo4GeeTQBEVfWYk22i0XAlbuept8ZtrSiT-tsNYTR5q8ITDqa-EuhtgavoTt5QLyEvm4KMuOrsSXxBhWnG06FbiahniHtC8mKiRpoIW48/s320/IMG_4712.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Oh, hey there neighbor"</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt8jiuAA2uv-VN0DYQMMZwi714mIQoIjqL2-nBcOcjSJJIW40lb8imXZ07ACeJHZC0lxwWbn-7EAy4vmn6eRUAg6WmnWpD6sK4yM8kmaEnevA7YOBT1PFn5sI2EiSjvbaeUZhpxY-7W6vt/s1600/IMG_4729.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt8jiuAA2uv-VN0DYQMMZwi714mIQoIjqL2-nBcOcjSJJIW40lb8imXZ07ACeJHZC0lxwWbn-7EAy4vmn6eRUAg6WmnWpD6sK4yM8kmaEnevA7YOBT1PFn5sI2EiSjvbaeUZhpxY-7W6vt/s320/IMG_4729.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">bed time kisses</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeeXYwjoR5t7RcpecOxPhnRhRZym1ip9hFzM4BYw2ESbCJWyg6eKQQhHe3KlDbC1YnUj250JGw5fwDYNA4w2RxV9lLS61sBuJgQaLNWAELY30qA9cKwI_zquYiFC9yY_AKyDoRhJAMj2Ho/s1600/IMG_4699.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeeXYwjoR5t7RcpecOxPhnRhRZym1ip9hFzM4BYw2ESbCJWyg6eKQQhHe3KlDbC1YnUj250JGw5fwDYNA4w2RxV9lLS61sBuJgQaLNWAELY30qA9cKwI_zquYiFC9yY_AKyDoRhJAMj2Ho/s320/IMG_4699.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A boy and his dog</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
<br />
<br />
Why must kids put everything in their mouths? ha ha. He had a heck of a time trying to get the water out of this hose. He could see it, and hear it when he shook it, but could never get it up to his mouth when he tipped it up.<br />
<br />
We have started a little tradition of putting him to bed together. Last night he was feeling extra snuggly before going down. His mama is such a good mom.<br />
<br />
Love her.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07259670340112293684noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580304360366905889.post-55953785061048843152012-02-13T23:47:00.000-08:002012-02-14T00:20:26.202-08:00Happy Valentines Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix8RlIGGMDTo3c1KJgPeULoGNzYB6fblljPjbxMvgTPQ3Zorb6x2P-slPYqMMRl-OnWpjH5wipJiT63PhyphenhyphenRN0ufT1ahxX0dgvMu1qypgkxJcbnG9IclsFdRR2201wdBCbL4XTZrQKjNM1V/s1600/IMG_4278.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix8RlIGGMDTo3c1KJgPeULoGNzYB6fblljPjbxMvgTPQ3Zorb6x2P-slPYqMMRl-OnWpjH5wipJiT63PhyphenhyphenRN0ufT1ahxX0dgvMu1qypgkxJcbnG9IclsFdRR2201wdBCbL4XTZrQKjNM1V/s320/IMG_4278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708896225010891538" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">This Valentines Day came a little early this year. I have to ref a play-in in Juab tomorrow, on the 14th of Feb, so I will be unavailable for fun Valentines Day activities. So I celebrated a day early. This is the beginning of the cake that Mary and I made for her son's first birthday party, which is also, coincidentally, Valentines Day.</span><br /><br />Who is Mary you might ask? Well at work the other day, a cute blonde pushing an adorable baby boy came in. I was impressed by her looks, and was curious. She spent a little time in the store checking out some outfits, and was on her way out the door, when I had to stop her. I wanted a little more time with this one. So I suggested a hoodie that I really liked, and thought would look great with her blonde hair. She really liked it too, luckily (phew!) and bought the hoodie, and left. I was happy she ended up with my favorite girls hoodie, but wondered if I'd ever see her again.<br /><br />Luckily, about a week and a half later, she came strolling and rolling her son into the store. I wasn't going to let her get away this time :) After talking her into trying on a few cute<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFHX9d74T33IUbnI06O5XuohE1PpqvN5ObIpkSh60cyK7QCgHh7grBjggHG4TDhBA3R_E1meBd4IIi9QQwZ6gYlGManVX29Hqpj4x3DA0jIlfqTngGCE_8HD4l9ThQ9py_VlP_0xNPzi1G/s1600/IMG_4282.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFHX9d74T33IUbnI06O5XuohE1PpqvN5ObIpkSh60cyK7QCgHh7grBjggHG4TDhBA3R_E1meBd4IIi9QQwZ6gYlGManVX29Hqpj4x3DA0jIlfqTngGCE_8HD4l9ThQ9py_VlP_0xNPzi1G/s320/IMG_4282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708896234460525874" border="0" /></a><br />shirts and jeans, I really wanted to ask her out. But I didn't feel it very professional to do at work. So I awkwardly avoided more conversation. Cuz all I could think about was asking her out, and I couldn't think of anything else clever to say, or clothes to suggest. She ended up buying a shirt I had suggested, but I went back to doing some duties at the front of the store while a co-worker rang her purchase in. And as she started heading for the door, she passed me....... And I finally blurted something out. Don't even remember what I said, but I got her number somehow, by some miracle, and tonight was our first date.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1E1SjrizK67jwbMGF7_kIqRHMV5vhQiSkVFccxEVU0Eu0TaiOoMRwIX04POUc42nF8gxK90Z6gXUcVvhnv4mMyAUZjjYNSSQXxFaRG0ysqAUkg5DHs5br5bPZh7ua74ZNX8u36bRN-li_/s1600/IMG_4283.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1E1SjrizK67jwbMGF7_kIqRHMV5vhQiSkVFccxEVU0Eu0TaiOoMRwIX04POUc42nF8gxK90Z6gXUcVvhnv4mMyAUZjjYNSSQXxFaRG0ysqAUkg5DHs5br5bPZh7ua74ZNX8u36bRN-li_/s320/IMG_4283.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708901027991920530" border="0" /></a><br />We went out for sushi for dinner. I am not a huge fan of raw things, and have always been a little wary of sushi. But I've always wanted to give it a fair shot. And Mary really likes sushi, so we gave it a go. It was really good, and we had great conversation. She is really enjoyable to be around and has beautiful eyes, and a great smile.<br /><br />After dinner, we went back to her house and made a birthday cake for her son's first birthday. This picture on the left is her and her dog Baxter. He is a little sweetheart.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghZhG9P0uENw6e9s5Tv7Z2ROSXzs-p7x-OJwfVqpqXFMYFNHDZ3PwsU4Qvy5hmRBUsMEezf8OkYjw7Nz9iQwMdTOaPlQLu210lmXMA3X1_bIKn_jgTcYkGoutKsvqGic3pxmM0XDxmwEoR/s1600/IMG_4281.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghZhG9P0uENw6e9s5Tv7Z2ROSXzs-p7x-OJwfVqpqXFMYFNHDZ3PwsU4Qvy5hmRBUsMEezf8OkYjw7Nz9iQwMdTOaPlQLu210lmXMA3X1_bIKn_jgTcYkGoutKsvqGic3pxmM0XDxmwEoR/s320/IMG_4281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708896251096128098" border="0" /></a>And here is the finished product :)<br />I think little Lucas will really like the cake, and learn how fun birthdays can be.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07259670340112293684noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580304360366905889.post-73008462533384304652012-01-11T15:25:00.000-08:002012-01-11T15:30:21.361-08:00Well I'm back......<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBJe4U3sjUXjVQ-RcrROY_Esj-KoTGNpzm6ysYFjesqqEgDjNl9W0fwQvGOEErSoBSD-4haMKvX003dwwypLP_ODU1_Aj7vNAGbbcxjQcXYE3MMHVDaU-cbz8A1L4rK8PUZTYmX90QOebt/s1600/IMG_5416.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBJe4U3sjUXjVQ-RcrROY_Esj-KoTGNpzm6ysYFjesqqEgDjNl9W0fwQvGOEErSoBSD-4haMKvX003dwwypLP_ODU1_Aj7vNAGbbcxjQcXYE3MMHVDaU-cbz8A1L4rK8PUZTYmX90QOebt/s320/IMG_5416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696520816316137922" border="0" /></a><br />It's been a little while since I've blogged. Not because I haven't wanted to, I've just lacked motivation. Then I watched the latest episode of Parenthood today, and learned that the beautiful thing about each one of our decisions in life, is that it writes a story. Sometimes when we make a choice, we don't realize that it will affect us for the rest of our lives. Some decisions are small and insignificant, but others have long reaching effects. I want to be more conscious of the decisions I make, and write my story, so that 20 years down the road, I am happy with what I have written. And blog posting is a great way to record every day events, and think about the story that I am writing each and every day. And a big thank you to my cousin Rachel, for making me make a resolution to write this year. So here's to you Rachel, and writing and recording my story.Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07259670340112293684noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580304360366905889.post-40680729544280161822010-12-05T15:42:00.001-08:002010-12-05T15:45:00.173-08:00Shadows of Resemblance<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTDRhy19BD08KwKXdbmbqjse2Ne_Jo2DuGwMvGP4pO1W2unlHz8sT8z9D9n7dXeUfjFyw_1Dwzao4WecXxLNaY-KZ0Dt_yWGIyyJ-_FpyzfbZ-lLBYcC-V6lxVKu9fPpYXeL6akP63MKTp/s1600/IMG_3181.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTDRhy19BD08KwKXdbmbqjse2Ne_Jo2DuGwMvGP4pO1W2unlHz8sT8z9D9n7dXeUfjFyw_1Dwzao4WecXxLNaY-KZ0Dt_yWGIyyJ-_FpyzfbZ-lLBYcC-V6lxVKu9fPpYXeL6akP63MKTp/s320/IMG_3181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547348093801440594" border="0" /></a>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07259670340112293684noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580304360366905889.post-59351089882975551972010-09-22T09:22:00.000-07:002010-09-22T09:55:25.243-07:00The Spearhead!! (as cool as it sounds)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdAO09BiKRkTl8KguIW6oUYZNWpIUYgP_ynPJkslsGQZRiijEUQTzqj66HqY8vpyPvLCqXbyaP37EfxTyYJ3z-8XCHO2bmiYhY80g6NYt7bQ6KFg3VhZ4mNl85Q_xZywccu7a_k615J4xL/s1600/IMG_3175.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdAO09BiKRkTl8KguIW6oUYZNWpIUYgP_ynPJkslsGQZRiijEUQTzqj66HqY8vpyPvLCqXbyaP37EfxTyYJ3z-8XCHO2bmiYhY80g6NYt7bQ6KFg3VhZ4mNl85Q_xZywccu7a_k615J4xL/s320/IMG_3175.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519782492125562674" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">There are so many peaks in Colorado, and I would love to bag them all. But there are just so many hours in a day, and so many days in a week, and very few of them do I have off. So until I find a way to make a living while summitting mountains, I have to be picky. While browsing through a list of peaks in Colorado, one name particularly jumped out at me. It wasn't the tallest, heck, it wasn't even a 14'er, of which I said I wouldn't even waste my time on anything under 14,000', but there was just something about this peak that caught my attention. It was called "The Spearhead". My curiosity got the best of me, and I looked into it's stats. Standing at 12,575' above sea level, it's height isn't it's most impressive feature. But the fact that it's shaped like the head of a spear, and it's perched in the middle of this massive glacial couloir, surrounded by 4 massive peaks, 3 being over 13,500' and the fourth a whopping 14,200', it could have easily been called "The Throne".</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeLymWwzxevpDNC_ctGRe1CXNqwtipqDONg58vMcc1sCmdlUJ-RtyLvDVaIqQ8sa02COLpmB7W0dK3VBf-8GQAZ72ILuk7mGljkBcEMvLE0fgLFuDcWHCN28Qu_MBc-lOjtXNoHDyAmuKp/s1600/IMG_3175.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuDaiQ7SMKfS6E-upoMSdMCnWgIVprSuh2IB2NMmjyaXpYwQvM72JtZ0xavfFsDWyD232vEPtkMUKC4NvcvXq2cfH3eySiZCytb4UlMZPgBNLeLAL4qczC-1lWOFfwsLPgb1YUcTzM6r4g/s1600/_MG_3125.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuDaiQ7SMKfS6E-upoMSdMCnWgIVprSuh2IB2NMmjyaXpYwQvM72JtZ0xavfFsDWyD232vEPtkMUKC4NvcvXq2cfH3eySiZCytb4UlMZPgBNLeLAL4qczC-1lWOFfwsLPgb1YUcTzM6r4g/s320/_MG_3125.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519781487816353650" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKFxBJZub0hU5Nvbwks25tJjsaBxxaGiw0iluOK6i2tuGM18lOCavrRFzoUrkqAyqpHLMIChDwdnLkpzsD5JyEiCLRGVndfG7_NDUDl_4WTSqkfriZxdMHRaDb-rcONhIchNi8ETU0VWrb/s1600/IMG_3104.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKFxBJZub0hU5Nvbwks25tJjsaBxxaGiw0iluOK6i2tuGM18lOCavrRFzoUrkqAyqpHLMIChDwdnLkpzsD5JyEiCLRGVndfG7_NDUDl_4WTSqkfriZxdMHRaDb-rcONhIchNi8ETU0VWrb/s320/IMG_3104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519781478694542210" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9BN3exWPvl2Pve14ybWG64w_PJcK4Rc4BKls667HQVGJM_RLfCvR9HIr-fpuq0UbDhOAlTccHo-zTjyIF_1EYkoZvwhdqEuwAy_BC0mbTUmk-vE9qVZ2pyapAwi-rzKZD-O8FrfSc8ErH/s1600/IMG_3089.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9BN3exWPvl2Pve14ybWG64w_PJcK4Rc4BKls667HQVGJM_RLfCvR9HIr-fpuq0UbDhOAlTccHo-zTjyIF_1EYkoZvwhdqEuwAy_BC0mbTUmk-vE9qVZ2pyapAwi-rzKZD-O8FrfSc8ErH/s320/IMG_3089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519781468121884242" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghniYoFJs1CO9JqXy1K1wGM8RYUQwO7-cBU18M-4o1w_irNcNggHhs0-zG5hcJYA_uZuSERHA0VjkL6o2IAOIlSGp-7z27o4H_f5cevEf_JKXb4pUZc9e3S8k1lO4cxQyJp8L2gO6E9PbK/s1600/IMG_3047.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghniYoFJs1CO9JqXy1K1wGM8RYUQwO7-cBU18M-4o1w_irNcNggHhs0-zG5hcJYA_uZuSERHA0VjkL6o2IAOIlSGp-7z27o4H_f5cevEf_JKXb4pUZc9e3S8k1lO4cxQyJp8L2gO6E9PbK/s320/IMG_3047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519781460244840642" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaF1MRuZ8Jypu-PVzH2NXcC7qJFpYjUIAvmCNMwfLN8tXWrwXe3yd7s-iTC64U8cvDftEUxbN-lFjSnXnJmC2cH7miTCgMsl1CwATXcXYc-kBhc454eJ60k5e5g-c8T6pAWihgaYBPID6u/s1600/IMG_3034.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaF1MRuZ8Jypu-PVzH2NXcC7qJFpYjUIAvmCNMwfLN8tXWrwXe3yd7s-iTC64U8cvDftEUxbN-lFjSnXnJmC2cH7miTCgMsl1CwATXcXYc-kBhc454eJ60k5e5g-c8T6pAWihgaYBPID6u/s320/IMG_3034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519780246185444850" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div>And one would certainly feel like a king to reach it's summit. It's northeast face is a giant, flat faced triangle with a vertical height of 900+ feet. The spine of rock that connects it to the surrounding wall of mountains is made up of house-sized boulders, that look like giants are about to have a game of Jenga. And the summit is nothing more than a precariously stacked 20-foot high pile of rocks, like a dainty angel on top of a Christmas tree. <div><br /></div><div>The total hike is 13 miles roundtrip, from the Bear Lake trailhead, and sifts through one of the most beautiful glacial valleys I have ever seen. </div><div><br /></div><div>By far one of the most beautiful places I have yet visited. Top 3 coolest hikes I have ever done. And now if I could just figure out how to make a living doing what I love.</div></div>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07259670340112293684noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580304360366905889.post-18498568031421800132010-08-17T18:38:00.000-07:002010-08-17T18:57:25.795-07:00Kings Peak!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMUT2Aj0LcQqjH_j4zJRtjK7bT1p7V1nJ1rVyf2kSn8xUCknme2ln4thg_L85Se8NYHMluzX1FSyXWTKEgg60JukmkayW9c8pgdjcz-a_kSyFV39SLlRCAwUJAlTWTZEV5lool8e1A1sPO/s1600/IMG_2579.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMUT2Aj0LcQqjH_j4zJRtjK7bT1p7V1nJ1rVyf2kSn8xUCknme2ln4thg_L85Se8NYHMluzX1FSyXWTKEgg60JukmkayW9c8pgdjcz-a_kSyFV39SLlRCAwUJAlTWTZEV5lool8e1A1sPO/s320/IMG_2579.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506560251902781442" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhelxGx6D3Vb5y6mwslykCOUtr_mYDpY3YdqzZmJFKjnFkdY7PI7BG9W1M0TAPe6DuWcB52bxoMxLwiH4SPNm1XNQhjwZTw-Ve79H3ELRox61zdYX8HDZCAmDpU7xxRY15DP3HRAgdiZw_H/s1600/IMG_2646.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhelxGx6D3Vb5y6mwslykCOUtr_mYDpY3YdqzZmJFKjnFkdY7PI7BG9W1M0TAPe6DuWcB52bxoMxLwiH4SPNm1XNQhjwZTw-Ve79H3ELRox61zdYX8HDZCAmDpU7xxRY15DP3HRAgdiZw_H/s320/IMG_2646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506560243572220066" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNNX_nzO7YbPPH2-F4TOstUhrwN7EnIWgWhtYnIDC3bC5figZHHn4PK4zc70VrXHCvr4LidZpJYUjRPckpF1EOAUbVIWg7uzcjWf3WIQGRUyDIVa4IDn4aHsmW1fACQAQLCSHTmJYbUZTA/s1600/IMG_2665.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNNX_nzO7YbPPH2-F4TOstUhrwN7EnIWgWhtYnIDC3bC5figZHHn4PK4zc70VrXHCvr4LidZpJYUjRPckpF1EOAUbVIWg7uzcjWf3WIQGRUyDIVa4IDn4aHsmW1fACQAQLCSHTmJYbUZTA/s320/IMG_2665.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506560234896091202" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiE-bBmrrsOFn3qLYyE8OjvMdxoAcYkf3WIzvWxLykomcOLFEpaAB3m1umoGzKbjQ65vwXzMh0jECv2V7QLhYikXrvu4Y9E6ToyJKq1v9l9etLfSZGRIpjb6EhAB12997ebHepCD5hKLdG/s1600/IMG_2671.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiE-bBmrrsOFn3qLYyE8OjvMdxoAcYkf3WIzvWxLykomcOLFEpaAB3m1umoGzKbjQ65vwXzMh0jECv2V7QLhYikXrvu4Y9E6ToyJKq1v9l9etLfSZGRIpjb6EhAB12997ebHepCD5hKLdG/s320/IMG_2671.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506560228100338578" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinVpsWyl8MjVc9xHKCpY15WkCQAwJMlbL2f29AhaMLdgGbBIqk8AY2Pifi7HHbX2Gdx0yItsmDY9kpwLPRtA4fAPr1JKngEdnox00-u_cTQK809OGoveVDyTYZ_FFTkbn6ZFIlk0-JxLME/s1600/IMG_2674.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinVpsWyl8MjVc9xHKCpY15WkCQAwJMlbL2f29AhaMLdgGbBIqk8AY2Pifi7HHbX2Gdx0yItsmDY9kpwLPRtA4fAPr1JKngEdnox00-u_cTQK809OGoveVDyTYZ_FFTkbn6ZFIlk0-JxLME/s320/IMG_2674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506560217090400546" /></a><br />Well I'm not quite sure if my brain is unscrambled yet, and least not enough to write a comprehensible post about this mammoth hike. Uncle Fred, Dave McConnell and I headed out Sunday night to conquer the "top of the world!!" Well Utah's world anyway. Kings Peak is the 7th highest state highpoint at 13,528'. We had foolishly decided to tackle the lengthy monster in one day, despite numerous witnesses to "NOT ATTEMPT KINGS IN ONE DAY". But Grandpa Teichert had done it at the age of 82, so why couldn't a couple spry 50+'ers and a lightweight 29 year old. The total mileage was 27.5 miles. We covered that distance in 13 hours. We gained some 4000+ of elevation. And by the end, none of us could remember being in worse pain. We came, we saw, we deliriously conquered.<div><br /></div>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07259670340112293684noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580304360366905889.post-65816762933251713202010-07-08T22:16:00.000-07:002010-07-08T22:26:24.438-07:00More Colorado exploring<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs_IF75QoHm5FFvWXgDjJB0nkuJuVXGVb8Ojmt3Nm-qRC46pM88cPWI7QwFf-9hyphenhyphenY3UoKJ1nYGwdHQvQrtpAYZiuW4celS7A6KsPYZxEP5cvpGqqXsaCpCvaxxJ3KtYS-HTo0pCfopPDYa/s1600/IMG_2199.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs_IF75QoHm5FFvWXgDjJB0nkuJuVXGVb8Ojmt3Nm-qRC46pM88cPWI7QwFf-9hyphenhyphenY3UoKJ1nYGwdHQvQrtpAYZiuW4celS7A6KsPYZxEP5cvpGqqXsaCpCvaxxJ3KtYS-HTo0pCfopPDYa/s320/IMG_2199.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491773159866336162" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLcynuD_tlVdmlEnP4Lhl_eJh4IKVG_Y9TfGh0_eUWADn5AirxNeKRrt0XLuoPbbIuDXg2hpP3464Kn99csjivBadZMkgWK_JJn_0CQQRwBc0UWPCEsuzs2wEO33X3xkzMt_o4vE_FpHuC/s1600/IMG_2189.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLcynuD_tlVdmlEnP4Lhl_eJh4IKVG_Y9TfGh0_eUWADn5AirxNeKRrt0XLuoPbbIuDXg2hpP3464Kn99csjivBadZMkgWK_JJn_0CQQRwBc0UWPCEsuzs2wEO33X3xkzMt_o4vE_FpHuC/s320/IMG_2189.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491772878751248898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQwdikh7ywhb6SBiGNiIaM14LpqXFNpjcA7rjsVgVsjfsOntjWtvGkM6P1LwCbVrcX26tZ5_u0ceauOzdV7ui5PA_aLCaR-DctKlrc5AYIoMqCjKEVq7bAVGU86bca6KzxAzWU1SrIj_JJ/s1600/IMG_2187.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQwdikh7ywhb6SBiGNiIaM14LpqXFNpjcA7rjsVgVsjfsOntjWtvGkM6P1LwCbVrcX26tZ5_u0ceauOzdV7ui5PA_aLCaR-DctKlrc5AYIoMqCjKEVq7bAVGU86bca6KzxAzWU1SrIj_JJ/s320/IMG_2187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491772871158942994" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR1bmAA-mH6iDX_cYaHWjLruVXOl4fj70EmWfUkUAiYIs10ujVRHcVgz5njxdmuEK3Sz9tVQMCh_17b6R9bZTSEtmwCcgAgoSsOoIdIIUoSA5b9-WboO3hhlLO429lri137lK0XQpRUaqL/s1600/IMG_2175.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR1bmAA-mH6iDX_cYaHWjLruVXOl4fj70EmWfUkUAiYIs10ujVRHcVgz5njxdmuEK3Sz9tVQMCh_17b6R9bZTSEtmwCcgAgoSsOoIdIIUoSA5b9-WboO3hhlLO429lri137lK0XQpRUaqL/s320/IMG_2175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491772864412957938" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2xlqroJx4vpvsJmcSToPK819sWE54JxqoEtlI_aJR4OHCYuoRif02U1gUwvyiTwRueVOpiNGkNOXy_6Hm750L7qZtNXHQvn6nMYpBVzHuuGkuLej4znDvcN6eS71zkAfpm8ZU2rxb8cUc/s1600/IMG_2150.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2xlqroJx4vpvsJmcSToPK819sWE54JxqoEtlI_aJR4OHCYuoRif02U1gUwvyiTwRueVOpiNGkNOXy_6Hm750L7qZtNXHQvn6nMYpBVzHuuGkuLej4znDvcN6eS71zkAfpm8ZU2rxb8cUc/s320/IMG_2150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491772856018538466" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh4i9jDkm7ixhdkiRGTh-SbZXBh-101BHFs07pyH7s-Ah6uXHlH0TUPmDZgUwmptnc_Di6gYhoajiGuSfls8O5ZuLjPnIrLkNK_E2S0VJBwJyabfnsvQE6Tiljd8a0tX30S8XbryfB_TZk/s1600/IMG_2107.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh4i9jDkm7ixhdkiRGTh-SbZXBh-101BHFs07pyH7s-Ah6uXHlH0TUPmDZgUwmptnc_Di6gYhoajiGuSfls8O5ZuLjPnIrLkNK_E2S0VJBwJyabfnsvQE6Tiljd8a0tX30S8XbryfB_TZk/s320/IMG_2107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491772846729702098" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh4i9jDkm7ixhdkiRGTh-SbZXBh-101BHFs07pyH7s-Ah6uXHlH0TUPmDZgUwmptnc_Di6gYhoajiGuSfls8O5ZuLjPnIrLkNK_E2S0VJBwJyabfnsvQE6Tiljd8a0tX30S8XbryfB_TZk/s1600/IMG_2107.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; ">I drove to Laramie, Wyoming on Tuesday morning, for a referee camp at the University of Wyoming. Being new to Colorado, I needed to go to this camp, in order to be seen by the big dogs of basketball in Colorado. It went really well, and I made most of the necessary connections that I needed to. On the way home, I had a couple extra hours, and decided to venture out into the Colorado wilderness. I took a scenic route that led me to the right place at the right time.</span></a><div><br /></div>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07259670340112293684noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580304360366905889.post-15453519721891198982010-06-18T09:28:00.000-07:002010-06-18T09:35:36.668-07:00New England<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSh6wPuF8wSXaGWWLrzvv-9cOhIl1vRMpbFadfazNzyblBZStfPr3menhMXMOZSlrvs-wqLFS_ygr2WIBrDAIEdA7oXQL_g5XBu9Il3QfBfFi2EAp_baTXHK3pkLLdFpdaWYWyLQN6R5ix/s1600/IMG_1827.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSh6wPuF8wSXaGWWLrzvv-9cOhIl1vRMpbFadfazNzyblBZStfPr3menhMXMOZSlrvs-wqLFS_ygr2WIBrDAIEdA7oXQL_g5XBu9Il3QfBfFi2EAp_baTXHK3pkLLdFpdaWYWyLQN6R5ix/s320/IMG_1827.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484153077387501490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></a></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">My June schedule has been very consistent. I have had every Tuesday and Wednesday off. So I've taken advantage of the days off to see some of the parts of the country that I have always wanted to explore, and continue my goal of reaching the top of every state. I started Monday off in Bismarck, North Dakota, as the last overnight of my 4-day work trip. And was the flight attendant for the first flight of the day back to Denver. I got into Denver at 7:10 am and was excited to get an early jump on my New England vacation. And right when I got into Denver, I got a call from SkyWest Crew Support, asking me to do a "turn" to Santa Barbara. So instead of getting off of work, and starting my vacation early, I would now be flying until 6 pm that day. A little hitch in the plans. My friend, Deanna, that was also going to be heading there with me, got called out to fly as well, and wasn't going to be able to fly til after 9 pm. So we booked ourselves for the 11 pm red eye to Boston, putting us there at 5 am on Tuesday.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-sln5qct3q2REmQTmdiUTdAdjOqMzxwb_OVLb8hEuXB6JvSJ8xolzML9NmhYPQA-XzAjSmKiYWVnpIa9goNNJ7ZhbO9kXY9ISR_nDSu0eAlXQOWJ6-zq5EMkVCNOxIPfX-jg-nnDSqi5e/s1600/IMG_1796.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-sln5qct3q2REmQTmdiUTdAdjOqMzxwb_OVLb8hEuXB6JvSJ8xolzML9NmhYPQA-XzAjSmKiYWVnpIa9goNNJ7ZhbO9kXY9ISR_nDSu0eAlXQOWJ6-zq5EMkVCNOxIPfX-jg-nnDSqi5e/s320/IMG_1796.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484151691207255378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; ">We rented a car, and headed out to northwest Massachusetts. The plan was to take I-90 towards Adams. Our first turn out of the airport, led us onto a toll bridge. The troll in the booth informed us that this toll we were paying was just for the underground tunnel. Sure enough, as soon as we got to the other side, more tolls. And we learned that we would be charged the entire way if we stayed on the freeway. So we got off, and took the backroads, severely putting us behind schedule. But we saw Fenway Park off the freeway, and also some beautiful scenery and homes.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYih-35SDV7PHMmYe5gNIbTBk6IPYhjmg3m7ESHtpqU957HhnhD8Uzm_HBU0YoQMUUMJuIq8PGIbj6OuhzguECsZt9DmZ0nF5j8WxXSsE7GEX680H3b-_mYWRLNc1V8F6GnPRDBUXT5t-A/s1600/IMG_1747.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYih-35SDV7PHMmYe5gNIbTBk6IPYhjmg3m7ESHtpqU957HhnhD8Uzm_HBU0YoQMUUMJuIq8PGIbj6OuhzguECsZt9DmZ0nF5j8WxXSsE7GEX680H3b-_mYWRLNc1V8F6GnPRDBUXT5t-A/s320/IMG_1747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484152071132832914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; ">We reached Mount Greylock, the highpoint of Massachusetts, by 9 am. It was beautiful! A very large hill according to East Coast standards, with small towns surrounding it. And the day was perfect. Small wispy clouds with blue skies all around. And trees everywhere!</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Then we headed south towards Connecticut. The state highpoint of Connecticut is only one of three state highpoints that are not actual summits. It is on the side of Mt. Washington. But since the border of Connecticut and Massachusetts runs along the side of Mt. Washington, and there is no higher summit in all of Connecticut, the highest point in the state is on the Southwest shoulder of this Massachusetts mountain. It was a healthy 2 mile climb to this highpoint. By far the most difficult highpoint I've done to this point, but that's because I haven't done any of the Western states yet. </div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2JdthfU5Q5O-kmC5ibhrz5hLtEZ-u_NoCE4yHtEs-ucbyjLlBCL4vA3GelV-zz4NCjmawu25225-7XbALo2-XN3S0m-6EAQfVd9ad6oChRoiEbLNH82wThnP83L3dmst56lNVpS0Bu040/s1600/IMG_1782.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2JdthfU5Q5O-kmC5ibhrz5hLtEZ-u_NoCE4yHtEs-ucbyjLlBCL4vA3GelV-zz4NCjmawu25225-7XbALo2-XN3S0m-6EAQfVd9ad6oChRoiEbLNH82wThnP83L3dmst56lNVpS0Bu040/s320/IMG_1782.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484152412053701154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; ">Then we headed across Connecticut towards Rhode Island. Connecticut was beautiful, in it's backwoods, but as soon as we started to come to the city of Hartford, it became more and more ghetto, until it became one of the dirtiest, and nastiest towns I have ever seen. I don't see any reason to ever go to Hartford, CT, and now I really don't ever wanna go there again. We crossed over the border into Rhode Island, and Jerimoth Hill is just across the border. It is a tiny hill and Rhode Island doesn't even celebrate the significance of this highpoint. Just a tiny concrete stump and a USGS marker. A lot like the uncelebrated highpoint of Mississippi. But I agree with them, there isn't much to celebrate there.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis87ZoQIBw2aPUic6gYXLdaBt3anlAygklVemMaRaNZE3g7nSgHHG9b60D2ErumShHVYnJG_WcX9ENAXne0JOHGPksFUdRtwWj0J-ayXe9dLpisfivjL-el-31xKZ0RB6QiRxn80xRTG4k/s1600/IMG_1792.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis87ZoQIBw2aPUic6gYXLdaBt3anlAygklVemMaRaNZE3g7nSgHHG9b60D2ErumShHVYnJG_WcX9ENAXne0JOHGPksFUdRtwWj0J-ayXe9dLpisfivjL-el-31xKZ0RB6QiRxn80xRTG4k/s320/IMG_1792.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484152730499381058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; ">Then we headed into downtown Boston, to try to catch a Red Sox game, but we were just a little late, and there was no place to park. So we'll have to go back to Boston someday for a Red Sox game. And next time, I won't rent a car. The public transportation system downtown is fairly good, and everything is relatively close. Boston is one of my new favorite cities though. There is a huge brazilian influence there, and it feels so safe.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieU0IJT4Sez_HPkgbiJyR7FKOeqrP7VB7kiJWPsmB-xSyC5gkEfIsx6k6-X7-Si40l7BM6UUoDYtXG8VeOmHLOwWC5vd27qDRN__Qh0MUik06-8P56w-B8_bz6NG31DoE56h1a9GKOPmwl/s1600/IMG_1833.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieU0IJT4Sez_HPkgbiJyR7FKOeqrP7VB7kiJWPsmB-xSyC5gkEfIsx6k6-X7-Si40l7BM6UUoDYtXG8VeOmHLOwWC5vd27qDRN__Qh0MUik06-8P56w-B8_bz6NG31DoE56h1a9GKOPmwl/s320/IMG_1833.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484153088893426546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a></div>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07259670340112293684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580304360366905889.post-18133686055314003042010-06-10T13:46:00.001-07:002010-06-10T14:05:09.719-07:00Beale Street<img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRyx_Aeq3K7zcfTfni3LI5EPjbiobTd5YB7xCJhtXaZm8xGGk1M3fUjNPwCWmLzgqZHlJHXOh-NLaFgq9IZQ1Sg3CHT6o4namQBuTMDIBJHE95hdvxUGoSCg2MwU3nCkF-KIF7DOOj8fPE/s320/IMG_0162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481249429416906546" /><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; ">Beale Street was created in 1841 by entrepreneur and developer Robertson Topp. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; ">In the 1860s, many black traveling musicians began performing on Beale. The first of these to call Beale Street home were the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Young_Men%27s_Brass_Band&action=edit&redlink=1" class="new" title="Young Men's Brass Band (page does not exist)" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(204, 34, 0); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; ">Young Men's Brass Band</a>, who were formed by Sam Thomas in 1867. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; ">In the early 1900s, Beale Street was filled with clubs, restaurants and shops, many of them owned by African-Americans. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; ">From the 1920s to the 1940s, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louis_Armstrong" title="Louis Armstrong" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; ">Louis Armstrong</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muddy_Waters" title="Muddy Waters" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; ">Muddy Waters</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albert_King" title="Albert King" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; ">Albert King</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Memphis_Minnie" title="Memphis Minnie" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; ">Memphis Minnie</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/B._B._King" title="B. B. King" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; ">B. B. King</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rufus_Thomas" title="Rufus Thomas" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; ">Rufus Thomas</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosco_Gordon" title="Rosco Gordon" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; ">Rosco Gordon</a> and other blues and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jazz" title="Jazz" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; ">jazz</a> legends played on Beale Street and helped develop the style known as <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Memphis_Blues" title="Memphis Blues" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; ">Memphis Blues</a>. As a young man, B.B. King was billed as "the Beale Street Blues Boy". My first time to Beale Street was in February 2010 on a cross country road trip from Virginia to Utah. I was impressed with the culture of the street and the amount of change that it has endured to remain a major cultural center of the state of Tennessee. On the east side of the Mississippi River is a bustling, thriving city of Memphis, and on the west side, is a desolate and empty Arkansas. The contrast was incredible. And without the influence of Beale Street, and it's musical heritage, Memphis very well have been just like it's Arkansan cross-river counterpart. Along with the music that made Beale Street so famous, I had a brush with some other Beale Street performers before I ever got the chance to visit this place. The Beale Street Flippers, a group of 4 street tumblers performed at halftime of a Utah Blaze halftime show. I had the privilege of performing with them. That was the first time I had ever heard of Beale Street. </span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2A-R-K63rDfAy1pduwRBOmhMGRFBk31MH4Kb3PfiAlC0NXVa5Qplxv8yvnoZK0IIwfR4_tXHLDBWuJ6OZK-ajuzF0rOgcZBLzZrIPfrfyWGecaDlkg5THfst-IIE4_k_sxhQ3h0UnGAUz/s320/IMG_0166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481249445181024882" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /><br /></span></div>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07259670340112293684noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580304360366905889.post-8411666489210943922010-05-29T10:07:00.000-07:002010-05-29T11:00:23.453-07:003 more state highpoints<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizmGv1fS0F9aBye2gn1dZT2qw75ONE2GGF2wiOqEov2wuoJeYPr63uC5DPTR3WRasGcuM16vah5Piq9HvI7Z-pc9owPSCmULDdh10BmgEDFQPOk4kFOXUeCU0Coa7DiiprvPLClntv1q3e/s1600/IMG_1643.jpg"></a></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiawdMnp0SWupr-4zLHj30cjHnxR9honLCYi7WH0-t4O2nvKLvvHIKoGvOFhtnp5NTydNRRoxQ0aw72gRWe_uB9JVCzW2G6SFofAhKizPIOl0I0KC0XGj2RixrmCHJvwpzq1IlnL9GJUYvj/s1600/IMG_1391.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiawdMnp0SWupr-4zLHj30cjHnxR9honLCYi7WH0-t4O2nvKLvvHIKoGvOFhtnp5NTydNRRoxQ0aw72gRWe_uB9JVCzW2G6SFofAhKizPIOl0I0KC0XGj2RixrmCHJvwpzq1IlnL9GJUYvj/s320/IMG_1391.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476740900152705682" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizmGv1fS0F9aBye2gn1dZT2qw75ONE2GGF2wiOqEov2wuoJeYPr63uC5DPTR3WRasGcuM16vah5Piq9HvI7Z-pc9owPSCmULDdh10BmgEDFQPOk4kFOXUeCU0Coa7DiiprvPLClntv1q3e/s1600/IMG_1643.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"> </a></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiawdMnp0SWupr-4zLHj30cjHnxR9honLCYi7WH0-t4O2nvKLvvHIKoGvOFhtnp5NTydNRRoxQ0aw72gRWe_uB9JVCzW2G6SFofAhKizPIOl0I0KC0XGj2RixrmCHJvwpzq1IlnL9GJUYvj/s1600/IMG_1391.JPG"><br /></a></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizmGv1fS0F9aBye2gn1dZT2qw75ONE2GGF2wiOqEov2wuoJeYPr63uC5DPTR3WRasGcuM16vah5Piq9HvI7Z-pc9owPSCmULDdh10BmgEDFQPOk4kFOXUeCU0Coa7DiiprvPLClntv1q3e/s1600/IMG_1643.jpg"></a></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:medium;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizmGv1fS0F9aBye2gn1dZT2qw75ONE2GGF2wiOqEov2wuoJeYPr63uC5DPTR3WRasGcuM16vah5Piq9HvI7Z-pc9owPSCmULDdh10BmgEDFQPOk4kFOXUeCU0Coa7DiiprvPLClntv1q3e/s1600/IMG_1643.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">I had the 25-28th of May off of work, and wanted to have a big adventure. Originally I had planned to go to Hawaii with a friend. But my poor friend had to have surgery, and couldn't go. And then I tried to get on some flights by myself, and didn't put in the greatest amount of effort, but found the flights to be completely full. Kids are starting to get out of school, families are starting to take vacations, weather has been crazy here in the states, so why not go to Hawaii? That's what everybody and their dog mush have been thinking too. And so I'm going to postpone any thoughts of Hawaii until kids are back in school, families are back to the grind, and the weather is again crazy. So I decided to continue a little goal that I've had since I was 12. And that is to reach the highpoint of every state. I have already been to the tops of WV, MD, PA, AL, MS, and AR, and wanted to add some local flavor to the list.</span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigUXQk-jQ8GQsO5K5Sk1StLf7jg7ATCavU3rzUYwmYIZ_GEb5NzFzkDZ3wC6e4NP0ll34YII7k6_-r0GhyphenhyphenujS_Va9AwRAANtgJwaRp0s14FvRGvQeDO8AGlMsnLY6bdJ7849oma1_4QHym/s1600/IMG_1374.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigUXQk-jQ8GQsO5K5Sk1StLf7jg7ATCavU3rzUYwmYIZ_GEb5NzFzkDZ3wC6e4NP0ll34YII7k6_-r0GhyphenhyphenujS_Va9AwRAANtgJwaRp0s14FvRGvQeDO8AGlMsnLY6bdJ7849oma1_4QHym/s320/IMG_1374.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476745457879029586" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">So I took off to the East on Tuesday afternoon around 3 pm towards Kansas. I knew it wasn't going to be a difficult highpoint, but a highpoint is a highpoint, and I have to check it off the list. I didn't really know what to expect, and was pleasantly surprised by what I saw. As I drove east on I-70, I was heading into a huge thunderstorm, but it seemed to run away from me as fast as I could catch it. But the rain livened up the lush, green fields, and made the dirt roads not look so dusty, and the sun was going down in the west. The colors were amazing! The state highpoint of Kansas is on the private land of the Harold family, and they have graciously allowed people to visit. They also have made a very inviting sign, and monument complete with picnic table on the "summit". Thank you Harold family for making this highpoint an enjoyable place to visit.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKzSExOGthR5iJXUjk_KN06Y217nGee3REohm8ebgLm1zJfAnjEOBzUz1-_obBeohTHhwNnKYhEb-W36PsNBrND5m3PoZtpwfG8FFf0GxMXl99gphN3FBVZIg5OEykLUgxgN4xTgaHA34h/s1600/IMG_1482.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKzSExOGthR5iJXUjk_KN06Y217nGee3REohm8ebgLm1zJfAnjEOBzUz1-_obBeohTHhwNnKYhEb-W36PsNBrND5m3PoZtpwfG8FFf0GxMXl99gphN3FBVZIg5OEykLUgxgN4xTgaHA34h/s320/IMG_1482.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476740908655125906" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJkwJgo6FJqumCwTRbST0O8bGFBn6b1Unsoia0_KgeCQJ56z3lx7jvvFq9_mJl6i5YT4SLLyJVsenFwSIpEUqxI_qGCXFqZD3g0CYskBt3Njx-6lhVct4hB7iTjvVTiqUkfBNKR41fd2y6/s1600/IMG_1575.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJkwJgo6FJqumCwTRbST0O8bGFBn6b1Unsoia0_KgeCQJ56z3lx7jvvFq9_mJl6i5YT4SLLyJVsenFwSIpEUqxI_qGCXFqZD3g0CYskBt3Njx-6lhVct4hB7iTjvVTiqUkfBNKR41fd2y6/s320/IMG_1575.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476740915196570306" /></a></div><div>Then Wednesday night, a friend and I took off to the north, to conquer Harney Peak, the highest point between the Rockies, and the Pyrenees Mountains of Europe. It wasn't a difficult hike, but that description makes it sound so awesome, so I'll put it that way. From the top of Harney Peak, you can see the backside of Mt. Rushmore. There is a big tower on top of the mountain, that was used as a forest fire lookout station, and there is a dam up there that houses the water used to put out any forest fires that may break out. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Then we saw one of the nation's treasures; Mt. Rushmore! Indescribable.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja47si3jp2pDycWI49sOeeBizw_Fb50Bn_AW37nDft0Gj9UN0f81AgmkcSn7OKAswdKFLYnVSv34Nf6IAQuzcxe1fPwUWx-yw4o6bpKsqXM1kalL4wxvB7pDxB3qCQVZMSiUH8eO5Y8zMR/s1600/IMG_1643.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja47si3jp2pDycWI49sOeeBizw_Fb50Bn_AW37nDft0Gj9UN0f81AgmkcSn7OKAswdKFLYnVSv34Nf6IAQuzcxe1fPwUWx-yw4o6bpKsqXM1kalL4wxvB7pDxB3qCQVZMSiUH8eO5Y8zMR/s320/IMG_1643.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476752454457969250" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">From Mt. Rushmore, we headed south towards Nebraska. We drove and drove and drove through field after field after field. We did pass through a cool little town, called Hot Springs, South Dakota, that was full of natural springs, and waterfalls, and delicious water. And Chadron State Park in Nebraska was pretty cool. But seriously, field after field after field. And finally arrived at Panorama Point, Nebraska, the state's highpoint. It was much less impressive than Kansas' highpoint, although it was just as flat. This picture is me contemplating on the incredible it took the reach that point. ha ha. There were buffalo roaming the plains, and a tractor out in the field. But that's about it. So there you have it, 3 new state highpoints, bringing my total up to 9. Only 41 more to go.</span></span></span></div></div></div></div>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07259670340112293684noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580304360366905889.post-45044823747019722772010-05-22T17:05:00.000-07:002010-05-22T18:06:54.500-07:00Sepia :)<div style="text-align: center;">Bridal Veil Falls in Provo Canyon, is a 607 foot tall double cataract waterfall. In the winter, you can see many frozen waterfalls and climbers making attempts to scale these ice cascades. An aerial tramway that serviced the top of the falls was built in 1967. The tram was heralded as the world's steepest aerial tram, and led to a restaurant and dance hall. An avalanche destroyed the tram in 1996, and a fire in July 2008 devoured the corroding skeleton of the restaurant. Just a reminder that it is easier to destroy than build.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIfgPjNfuXdp899njlAxFEoJNPCXpm7uNJbji81tbjHxeZzJ2IvNWW-4yok490LfA26uwhWIQ9gqN1VzZTZTpd0PYaOAkcr7-TqlyvtMKjmHlO8ZCKf_Zv_8U1ePJfOsUiEYhph7oSIEVu/s1600/IMG_0396.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIfgPjNfuXdp899njlAxFEoJNPCXpm7uNJbji81tbjHxeZzJ2IvNWW-4yok490LfA26uwhWIQ9gqN1VzZTZTpd0PYaOAkcr7-TqlyvtMKjmHlO8ZCKf_Zv_8U1ePJfOsUiEYhph7oSIEVu/s320/IMG_0396.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474259616207255682" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAH-h0GUqHEEzVrgdhdbsmxj6_Q3M6Wq-oNiPrZ0d29rJMYXwqA6vOw_JmRiFPgyhA_m7CYsYiEwVk4sZtD6kPrT4CHocJuV_SVelwZ8Y8-H7kbQNDb81dWpOqZKAMrYlELQgR8lXT2PgA/s1600/IMG_0352.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAH-h0GUqHEEzVrgdhdbsmxj6_Q3M6Wq-oNiPrZ0d29rJMYXwqA6vOw_JmRiFPgyhA_m7CYsYiEwVk4sZtD6kPrT4CHocJuV_SVelwZ8Y8-H7kbQNDb81dWpOqZKAMrYlELQgR8lXT2PgA/s320/IMG_0352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474257428865828418" /></a>Physical death is the separation of the spirit from the mortal body. The Fall of Adam brought physical death into the world. Because of the Atonement and Resurrection of Jesus Christ, all mankind will be resurrected and redeemed from physical death. Death is an essential part of Heavenly Father's plan of salvation. When the physical body dies, the spirit continue to live. In the spirit world, the spirits of the righteous are received into a state of happiness, which is called paradise, a state of rest, a state of peace, where they shall rest from all their troubles and from all care, and sorrow. Although we are left missing those that have passed, we all will be resurrected and see again, those that we knew and loved here.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcbHbhAQR2Wo6y4gdk5gJSIHxj6I2XFxm1FmPn40GZap2iHw9oXXZRNrFRn1AX5ptBkrtFzhBleuZnPDjQITml8yKs69hVN97FAYQefv9Yp0GY43QK9uvdQ-uE_iozdsAMQqRMK-xpX69g/s1600/IMG_0422.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcbHbhAQR2Wo6y4gdk5gJSIHxj6I2XFxm1FmPn40GZap2iHw9oXXZRNrFRn1AX5ptBkrtFzhBleuZnPDjQITml8yKs69hVN97FAYQefv9Yp0GY43QK9uvdQ-uE_iozdsAMQqRMK-xpX69g/s320/IMG_0422.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474256307803484690" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: right;">All of us are born with a purpose. It is our duty to find out what that might be. A horse named Chase, who's older brother is affectionately named Chevy, has survived 22 good years and borne 3 colts. She was somewhat forgotten and overshadowed by her owner's love of her older brother. But quietly, and stubbornly lived a great life.</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrp-x0CBgGdCK5mUJTxmTyIXjkIRTactlKj_8WQNvbqUvbN1FfaEktEAZB7wnQ56yYniue_HqMgRqlV1NxO0qQqGi_zM8ldOs3sc71CkGiC-dwOHn_Xpo7Vc95x3dT-EilR4eT6GJWRspQ/s1600/IMG_0284.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrp-x0CBgGdCK5mUJTxmTyIXjkIRTactlKj_8WQNvbqUvbN1FfaEktEAZB7wnQ56yYniue_HqMgRqlV1NxO0qQqGi_zM8ldOs3sc71CkGiC-dwOHn_Xpo7Vc95x3dT-EilR4eT6GJWRspQ/s320/IMG_0284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474262433458102978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a></div>Lone Peak is one of the most prominent peaks in the Wasatch Mountains, that run north and south, and are an industrial backbone for the state of Utah. Although it is not the tallest point in the area, it is a monarch. The rugged summit is visible from North Salt Lake to Payson. It is made up of a circle of near vertical granite walls, and is easily one of the toughest hikes along the Wasatch Front, for it's elevation gain and mileage to sit atop it's summit at 11,253'. But with proper preparation, and steady dedication, one can enjoy the incredible vistas that this monumental mountain offers.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3N3d5A4Vy-_d4wKYxyayjtYWjpfHGDycEwX12ybNi55HQrOlK38zGUzo3RDDiwPh68p1NKstsOcR8yDtArKtHNNQrqRJYzudIscAQ4izGsX3NRK-VJOIo7KZIjaQtaZ-VLpdC-QYCy-d1/s1600/IMG_0204.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3N3d5A4Vy-_d4wKYxyayjtYWjpfHGDycEwX12ybNi55HQrOlK38zGUzo3RDDiwPh68p1NKstsOcR8yDtArKtHNNQrqRJYzudIscAQ4izGsX3NRK-VJOIo7KZIjaQtaZ-VLpdC-QYCy-d1/s320/IMG_0204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474250897964404546" /></a>The Oklahoma City bombing was a bomb attack on the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in downtown Oklahoma City on <b>April 19, 1995</b> by Timothy McVeigh, an American militia movement sympathizer who detonated an explosive-filled truck parked in front of the building. It was the most destructive act of terrorism on American soil until 9/11. The blast claimed <b>168</b> lives, including <b>19</b> children under the age of 6, and injured more than <b>680</b> people. It destroyed or damaged <b>324</b> buildings w/in a 16 block radius. The park commemorating these events has 2 gates, one with <b>9:01</b> on it, and the other with <b>9:03</b> on it. The bomb went off at 9:02.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div></div>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07259670340112293684noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580304360366905889.post-13188072322672737952010-05-20T11:37:00.000-07:002010-05-20T12:05:16.563-07:00Exploring Colorado - My new state<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieuKSmg7biDHsP9-TKVRn459r65a4-j5kmLOhyZ9X0PKJRvA7imV8uHF-fosJpaWwSNSIrYeXQU_nlpVCxPKiXxLrqiIZD1SkMbdPylohDxQNhyC7Zj-5xN9H8eLr3K6oZ-KPZgJVzrYxJ/s1600/IMG_1353.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieuKSmg7biDHsP9-TKVRn459r65a4-j5kmLOhyZ9X0PKJRvA7imV8uHF-fosJpaWwSNSIrYeXQU_nlpVCxPKiXxLrqiIZD1SkMbdPylohDxQNhyC7Zj-5xN9H8eLr3K6oZ-KPZgJVzrYxJ/s320/IMG_1353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473425262400701090" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXZumwUdfvpnQIyuxhGvjhHS7WhjKjnjLFzpVue_LFwxqtk-v4oX7wgGq8w-T0CuSeJAYEwRcjti8ax5bJP5ppxC0IZrdIJGHe0jrvUOrnk16pjbNx9I7U_44Bw8j19gTdqSbMh_JLOi0y/s1600/IMG_1330.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXZumwUdfvpnQIyuxhGvjhHS7WhjKjnjLFzpVue_LFwxqtk-v4oX7wgGq8w-T0CuSeJAYEwRcjti8ax5bJP5ppxC0IZrdIJGHe0jrvUOrnk16pjbNx9I7U_44Bw8j19gTdqSbMh_JLOi0y/s320/IMG_1330.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473425252600119522" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKf2cw1MrRNaofEmU5idk5k2anFBce7HjpVj6aUGAMxImMea6xQ3ceXRp4bYV3RUQTZ20LJQWvp3FwNjmsvuC1KoAYtHREG5KINvRQigdioNjzea4rRWqAexiIaPiBLg_3r7sp2_UFAded/s1600/IMG_1288.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKf2cw1MrRNaofEmU5idk5k2anFBce7HjpVj6aUGAMxImMea6xQ3ceXRp4bYV3RUQTZ20LJQWvp3FwNjmsvuC1KoAYtHREG5KINvRQigdioNjzea4rRWqAexiIaPiBLg_3r7sp2_UFAded/s320/IMG_1288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473425245376934322" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNFEBM4lBM_UlWeXmLp7gN1QASbpKwL-ppax9sO3gCUSzFIM26WH7Y_JKIscEPKwuW-gBM2ffHpvuWSU4AbI0630E16OcPMJJVtNofDx0qyXlThoTeM8LWop8imUQ3pmF0WjsBbznO2boc/s1600/IMG_1269.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNFEBM4lBM_UlWeXmLp7gN1QASbpKwL-ppax9sO3gCUSzFIM26WH7Y_JKIscEPKwuW-gBM2ffHpvuWSU4AbI0630E16OcPMJJVtNofDx0qyXlThoTeM8LWop8imUQ3pmF0WjsBbznO2boc/s320/IMG_1269.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473425235564823666" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw55qDesyUt7IvO7VsRXAO83oIH__utHzE_cNVe8RC3r8F2ZHZ9sgyJE3sQt9IBlAna7gvZ_7Tvah-6unZITKvhj6kYjz3XIVffRthN3Qvw30Na0__pZuTVZumMvdGAZZDw22TJumXnbhd/s1600/IMG_1242.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw55qDesyUt7IvO7VsRXAO83oIH__utHzE_cNVe8RC3r8F2ZHZ9sgyJE3sQt9IBlAna7gvZ_7Tvah-6unZITKvhj6kYjz3XIVffRthN3Qvw30Na0__pZuTVZumMvdGAZZDw22TJumXnbhd/s320/IMG_1242.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473424145694586722" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGUcfeKAHiVFJpzGYuNVcvtkS4cbERaD4p8_INyqBZzpW5unDbs4Zy8ruwX4AZHG3Fsiq6jx-v0ioDK7s4OGhuz5Z3nsh6kGPIH1LsmLswlT4U0wsrbprrh9vUlx3IRjLqOipGmlYY2Pl9/s1600/IMG_1238.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGUcfeKAHiVFJpzGYuNVcvtkS4cbERaD4p8_INyqBZzpW5unDbs4Zy8ruwX4AZHG3Fsiq6jx-v0ioDK7s4OGhuz5Z3nsh6kGPIH1LsmLswlT4U0wsrbprrh9vUlx3IRjLqOipGmlYY2Pl9/s320/IMG_1238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473424130915940946" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoQgyWc3Yrbhc7KgGSPzuaX9QehStRGNcP_yDc6PhGRxUWNPJ4J4wOCa7SC29hGnocf8SJOMPyaY6ZWqITyP5XgpFwKMpj35Munetf_3j9dGf1oji2Zoykmv2clL1MKem2bXm5UXDj3Jaf/s1600/IMG_1213.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoQgyWc3Yrbhc7KgGSPzuaX9QehStRGNcP_yDc6PhGRxUWNPJ4J4wOCa7SC29hGnocf8SJOMPyaY6ZWqITyP5XgpFwKMpj35Munetf_3j9dGf1oji2Zoykmv2clL1MKem2bXm5UXDj3Jaf/s320/IMG_1213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473424124300933554" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8WpG5DNK2_LnV5kBPSWAGUfz2tvZ1V8l4jUq6-7XWYzdgAFihNFAWiSc_Tj8NqoNG9bUgLZJtxGrqjFWQTmkxlLpUEwyZRcOMx9QEC-HQL4lbilPRsJpr4FosJ9QMlHUgGiSZaM_UnIqD/s1600/IMG_1202.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8WpG5DNK2_LnV5kBPSWAGUfz2tvZ1V8l4jUq6-7XWYzdgAFihNFAWiSc_Tj8NqoNG9bUgLZJtxGrqjFWQTmkxlLpUEwyZRcOMx9QEC-HQL4lbilPRsJpr4FosJ9QMlHUgGiSZaM_UnIqD/s320/IMG_1202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473424116188404306" /></a>I had the first couple of days of this week off, so I decided to head out into the vast Colorado wilderness and see what it has to offer. Being situated near, in and around the Rocky Mountains, there is an inexhaustible amount of area to discover. I headed south to Colorado Springs on Monday. Stopped by the Air Force Academy on the way. The chapel was unbelievably gorgeous. It is the last picture in this post. How would you like to go to church there? <div>Then I stopped in Garden of the Gods, which is a little public park, with winding walkways, through red rock fins. There were a plethera of rock climbers scaling the spines of rock. I caught a great pic of a climber resting near the top of her ascent. From the Garden, I headed up a dirt road, called Rampart Ridge, into the Rockies. I was across the canyon from Pike's Peak and caught a couple great pics in the breaking clouds. </div><div>Tuesday, my friend and I headed to Estes Park, The Gateway to Rocky Mountain National Park, and did a bit of hiking to a small lake, Gem Lake. We got caught in a rain storm on the way back, but the clouds and light provided for some breathtaking views.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqTg9nmD2vGT3DDMVRP_u_Df9TRgJF_Z15dOyJFKpXCyK284NoYoY_G_68lAf40oqm40xhBSN8IMiyk5WJ8m95xerP9nrieCbsK44ZPgJzf70L6RRmvF7ZZEuwawHvLIyQpdDW6Q405NJE/s1600/IMG_1116.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqTg9nmD2vGT3DDMVRP_u_Df9TRgJF_Z15dOyJFKpXCyK284NoYoY_G_68lAf40oqm40xhBSN8IMiyk5WJ8m95xerP9nrieCbsK44ZPgJzf70L6RRmvF7ZZEuwawHvLIyQpdDW6Q405NJE/s320/IMG_1116.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473424104587441474" /></a><br /></div>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07259670340112293684noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580304360366905889.post-33763676678668342312010-05-20T10:41:00.000-07:002010-05-20T11:33:48.912-07:00My First Post - Chicago<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUD3eN8wBgsrtDzPvUn4rpi-bmAeT8jBs5QQ2GSIWt8v-0Gbys8xME-2sXeDgg4fLdvL8nB6hhkTQAV7mE1aRtzGKAW4lYPHlJbW9mc0aXA5DOUydOBioFwW_NwNIDCWfYOPCx_HjNEi_r/s1600/IMG_1030.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUD3eN8wBgsrtDzPvUn4rpi-bmAeT8jBs5QQ2GSIWt8v-0Gbys8xME-2sXeDgg4fLdvL8nB6hhkTQAV7mE1aRtzGKAW4lYPHlJbW9mc0aXA5DOUydOBioFwW_NwNIDCWfYOPCx_HjNEi_r/s320/IMG_1030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473420388510713106" /></a>May 10th, I had the day off, so I decided to visit the legendary, Wrigley Field in Chicago. It was built in 1914, and has been the home of the Cubs since 1916. I've been to a few ballparks around the country, and found this one to be one of the most enjoyable, for it's traditions, and heritage, and functionality. It cost just $250,000 to construct, and offers one of the most enjoyable spectator experiences. It's longevity and culture is a tribute to the windy city. Our seats were pretty good, and with my zoom lens on, I was able to capture this photo of Alfonso Soriano ripping an RBI double into left field. One of the only highlights for the Cubs that night in their 4-2 loss to the Marlins.<div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIVf6XERdE2SQnl0IsdmbdzioM2zm40zh1SrDNhZAiwOAX9o6xqxPgqBD7GXBcT18HXvxvKbsQlDAgVG9e0PXllgbyOwz1NBBXx-vomw2A330LvCw2EEPVp58lzh_bDvV0ndJCRWA9XYAM/s1600/IMG_1025.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIVf6XERdE2SQnl0IsdmbdzioM2zm40zh1SrDNhZAiwOAX9o6xqxPgqBD7GXBcT18HXvxvKbsQlDAgVG9e0PXllgbyOwz1NBBXx-vomw2A330LvCw2EEPVp58lzh_bDvV0ndJCRWA9XYAM/s400/IMG_1025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473421817510514562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 384px; " /></a></div></div>Kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07259670340112293684noreply@blogger.com1