For Father’s Day 2011, Nate, Sam and Mommy got Daddy a hammer drill. On the day that we purchased it Mom told her four year old Nate that we would keep this a surprise until Father’s Day so he shouldn’t say anything to Daddy about it. We wrapped it that day and Mom left it on the table (waiting for Nate to draw on the wrapping paper). Towards the end of the day, we visited our neighbor. Unfortunately Daddy came home from work while we were at our neighbor’s house. He stopped by our neighbors to say hello, then Nate and Daddy went to the house. Nate entered first and immediately became panicked.
Nate: Dad, Mom left out something that you can’t see! Don’t look.
Dad: It’s okay Nate, I won’t look, I’ll look out the door. You are going to have to hide it.
Nate: I don’t know where.
Dad: Hide it in your room somewhere.
Nate: But Dad I can’t lift the big one.
Dad: (Peeking towards the table) Are they wrapped?
Dad: Okay I can help.
Nate gets the two smaller presents and carries them to his room Dad carries the big present. When they get to his room Dad says “Nate, I think you could carry this one, it is not too heavy.“
Nate takes it from Dad and says “Dad I can lift it!“
Nate ‘hides’ the gifts in his closet. Then they go in the living room to read some stories.
A few minutes later, Mom comes home. Daddy briefly explains what happened and how they “hid” the presents. As soon as Daddy finishes telling the story Nate says excitedly “Mom I can lift the drill!”
Oh well, guess the secret wasn’t meant to be.
Our vacation for this year was a short but fabulous trip up to Zion National Park with some friends from AJ’s work (Charles and Allison). It was yet another new and awesome experience in the out-of-doors. This trip included two exciting days at two very different canyons.
Did you ever dream of soaring through the air at 7+ feet or higher? I definitely did not, but that is exactly what I was doing Friday night. How Aaron gets me into these things is beyond me but after last night’s meet, I was really glad he got me into this one.
A little over a year ago Aaron found out about a pole vaulting club in Tucson. He was pumped — he hadn’t vaulted since high school and fantasized about soaring over a 14 foot bar again. I was excited for him but never imagined myself vaulting. Having a little fear of heights, I don’t think pole vaulting is something I would gravitate towards. After a few practices Aaron talked me into going to watch. I am not a watcher — I am a doer. I didn’t last long just watching. That first night I just got on the trampoline to “warm up” — it was a cool night for just sitting around. The next practice I went to try this pole vaulting thing.
Well learning how to pole vault has been a slow process with a couple of injuries along the way but here I am a year later competing in my first meet. It wasn’t as scary as I anticipated, in fact it was rather exciting and not scary at all. I was the only female vaulter thus, as long as I cleared something, I would “win”. Well I started at 6 ft. and cleared that with no problems. We bumped it up 6 inches and I cleared it again — no problem. Seven feet took two attempts to clear and 7’6″ proved too much for me. After every jump I was giddy with excitement. It was hard to believe that I was actually pole vaulting.
I am excited about our next meet and looking forward to practice. I have lots left to learn — in my opinion I have only learned half of the vault — I can plant and jump but I don’ t really invert or turn over the bar. It makes clearing the bar a little difficult since I go over sideways. I tend to be a slow methodical learner, especially when it comes to sports but you know, the beauty of the whole thing is that I can learn this at a gradual pace. I am not limited to a 3 month track season or even four years of high school. I really have as long as my wonderful coaches are willing to coach.
To be quite honest, as with most new things I try the vault has really been a life lesson for me. The most important thing about the vault for me is learning how to step out of my comfort zone into an area of uncertainty in order to improve. If I never leave my comfort zone, I don’t challenge myself to become better. I put a lot of trust in my coaches and in myself that I can do what I am asked to do. With each little success, a sliver of confidence is gained. That confidence is critical for me. If I don’t believe I can do something I usually won’t. However if I believe I can, I have a much greater chance of actually doing it. So as for me in the vault, nine feet here I come!
Oh yeah, I also did long jump at the meet — it was ugly– enough said!
View the rest of the pictures from the meet (including some of Aaron) .
Water in the desert is such a rare thing — it is almost sacred. Coming from a place where you have more water than you know what to do with (the Ohio River Valley) it was hard to grasp the preciousness of water in the southwest. However, having lived here for just two years I have learned to appreciate water in almost any form; rain, snow, sleet, river, well, bottled, tap and I could go on. Whenever we are out on a hike, if I see even a trickle of water or puddle that hasn’t quite dried up I get giddy with excitement. Well, you can imagine my state when we hiked in Cargodera Canyon a few weeks ago where you could hear the water rushing from over 100 yards away! Okay, so at some places it was more of a gurgle and it never got so fierce that we had to wade through it but, it was flowing the whole way down the canyon — in the desert that is something to get excited about.
So on February 27th, Lance, Erin (friends of ours), Aaron and myself set off for Cargodera Canyon in the front range of the Catalina mountains just north of Catalina State Park. We hiked up the Sutherland trail a ways and then dropped down to the creekbed of the canyon and essentially boulder-hopped our way out of the canyon. As I mentioned the water was flowing down the entire canyon. If you do enough hiking in the desert you learn that water likes to play disappearing acts . It will be trickling along then all of a sudden it is gone and you are looking at sand. Then maybe another 100 feet or even a 1/2 mile later it shows up again gurgling along. So to say there was water flowing down the entire canyon is rather profound.
looking down Cargodera Canyon
Our hike was absolutely wonderful — I was ecstatic hopping from rock to rock over the water. Smelling it, hearing it, watching it tumble, swirl, and cascade over rocks just made me smile the whole way. The day was awesome, partly cloudy with big puffy dark clouds threatening the sky, adding an element of excitement to the hike. Everything was fresh and alive with all of the recent rains. Lance and Erin as always were such a pleasure to hike with, sharing all kinds of information about the landscape and history of the area. I wouldn’t have wanted to spend the day any other way.
water cascade in Cargodera Canyon