tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-192804602024-02-28T08:58:34.179-05:00Lucky LockieAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06643321397634823700noreply@blogger.comBlogger153125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280460.post-64609804486628357502015-01-03T00:06:00.000-05:002015-01-03T00:06:52.132-05:00Chrissie in Kaua'i<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As the mercury dips down to zero, nothing beats a holiday in the tropics. My family tradition of meeting me outside Australia this year led us to Kaua'i, the garden island of the Hawaiian archipelago.<br />
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Being the active family we are, I thought that this would be a great chance to tackle the Kalalau Trail, which I had read about in an Outside magazine <a href="http://www.outsideonline.com/outdoor-adventure/hiking-and-backpacking/The-10-Most-Dangerous-Hikes.html#slide-9">list of dangerous hikes</a>. To my way of thinking, as long as it's called a hike, it really can't be <i>that</i> dangerous. Right?<br />
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Thanks to the wonders of flying across time zones, my family (my parents and one brother, the other having been offered elective surgery he'd been waiting for four years, a week before the trip - crappy timing!) arrived a couple of hours before they left. I arrived a day after them, so they were responsible for getting food and camp stove fuel for the hike while I was in transit. My Dad had been through scouts and, well, I guess I just assumed a few things... The food consisted of cans of baked beans, tinned tomatoes, a bunch of carrots, a head of lettuce! Not your standard dehydrated set of ingredients. I can laugh about it now.<br />
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The plan was to hike 11 miles of hilly terrain in one day, spend two nights at the idyllic Kalalau Beach, and 11 miles back on the third and final day. However we spent the first morning assembling more appropriate food, and buying fuel and a pot. By 12:30pm, we had finished lunch and were setting off.<br />
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Despite my hope that we would be able to hike twice as fast as we'd estimated, we ended up hiking exactly the speed we estimated, and arrived at the half-way point shortly before dusk. No worries - there was a nice campsite there, just before a gurgling creek that we could use as a water source.<br />
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That night, the island reminded us it is one of the <a href="http://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/travel/the-top-10-wettest-places-on-earth/story-fnjjuxwc-1227028357766">wettest places on earth</a> with a torrential downpour. Fortunately, it was over by morning. However our creek was now a raging torrent. We didn't have all day to wait for it to subside, and besides, what else could we do other than poke and prod the caged lion? My brother and I investigated the possible ways to cross, and with the help of another camper in the same dilemma, we found a 30-foot long log and hauled it along the trail to the creek-cum-river. I took the middle, holding the trunk over my shoulder in one hand, and a branch in the other. The trail was not easy to negotiate while carrying a 200 pound log, and the person at the front stumbled, causing the log to roll. This shifted all the weight of the log into my hand holding the branch, and brought my hand down below my chin. The branch suddenly snapped, resulting in me punching myself in the face!<br />
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The log then dropped onto, and broke over, my shoulder - which resulted in just the right length log for the river - nice! Oh, and blood everywhere. Nevertheless, my family wasn't worried that I should perhaps find a hospital. Mum gave me some antiseptic to apply and words to the effect of "she'll be 'right", and my Dad offered to wipe the blood away with a muddy towel he'd found in the campsite.<br />
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The rest of the photos that I'm in include a nice facial wound. I have since grown a beard.<br />
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The crossing was still pretty hairy, but without further incident. Once across the other side we realized we could have camped over there instead - anyone planning to do the hike, take note! Others, free free to shake your head or laugh.<br />
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There is also a small detour to Hanakoa Falls, which was absolutely amazing. The source of our recently crossed river fell at least 300 feet and exploded with such fury into a pool at the bottom that the water was lashed by the wind, and we were quickly drenched by the spray. Over the centuries this has created a cone-shaped crater, the sides being covered in vegetation permanently bent down from the force of the wind.<br />
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The rest of the hike was a picturesque jaunt along the Napali Coast. The tranquility of the quiet jungle was regularly punctuated by the booming surf crashing against the cliffs below. One section winds through the middle of the cliff band, providing a two-foot wide path on a near vertical cliff that drops down into the sea. Easy in our dry conditions, but navigating that in heavy rain would likely be <br />
treacherous. We made it to the beautiful Kalalau Beach, set up camp and cooked a well-deserved meal. Of the few things I brought from Canada, one was a dehydrated lentil mix I'd found in my camping gear, and when it tasted particularly bad even for dehydrated food, we checked the 'best before' date - 2009! Probably still beneficial though.<br />
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Tim and I chatting with the locals gave Mum and Dad a head start. We started out walking through the muddy trail in bare feet, which metaphorically and literally allowed us to become one with nature. However it meant a more cautious gait, and when we found a note at the 6 mile mark indicating the parents had gained an hour on us, we opted for shoes. At that time we realized I'd failed to secured Tim's only pair of shoes to his pack. He ended up wearing my sandals for the rest of the hike, and holiday, and on the plane home because we decided going to the airport barefoot would not expedite his boarding.<br />
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The rest of the holiday was spent in a comparatively decadent condo Mum had organized in Poipu, on the south side of the island. Hundreds of metres from surfing and snorkelling, and more importantly, running water, a stove and hot shower! I got to feel like a pro surfer for an evening when Dad used my telephoto lens from the beach. How he had the patience to wait for me to catch any waves at all, in underwhelming surf conditions, I'll never know.<br />
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Having gotten scuba licenses in Thailand, we were equipped to do a dive by ourselves. We rented the requisite gear and aimed for Sheraton Caverns. Unfortunately Dad's tank was leaking and so he stayed behind to snorkel near shore. In hindsight, it was overly ambitious to try to swim the 800 metres at the surface in the windy, choppy conditions, and we ended up diving at a random place along the reef. Upon our return, Dad asked if we'd seen all the turtles. No, we hadn't. Oh, there must have been a dozen where I was snorkeling, he exclaimed. We returned the next day with our snorkels and sure enough, turtles everywhere, close to shore. Such majestic creatures!<br />
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Plenty more activity filled the remaining days: more surfing and snorkeling, an excellent meal at the Beach House restaurant, and Mum and Dad took a helicopter tour of the island. But the most memorable for me was my brother and I doing the <a href="http://www.summitpost.org/blue-hole/156476">Blue Hole Hike</a> to Mount Wai'ale'ale. We parked before the dirt road recommended for 4WD vehicles only and started jogging, only to hitch a ride with a family in a minivan. The hike generally followed a creek/river bed, and by followed I mean half the time we were <i>in</i> the river. When we weren't doing parkour over slick rocks and boulders, or wading through the river itself, we snaked through the dense jungle, up and down sheer muddy inclines, over logs and through bogs. So incredibly fun! Despite warnings it is usually a 9 hour hike, we managed to get within spitting distance of the inner sanctum in 2.5 hours - 1000 foot emerald-green cliffs nearly surrounded us, but<br />
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The holiday basically finished when my family left, but I still had a couple of days to kill. I went to Waimea Canyon and checked out Kalalau Beach from the cliff tops, and went to the north shore of Kaua'i for awesome, overhead surf conditions, but without the family film crew, it's just not the same...<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06643321397634823700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280460.post-76728526872197247772014-05-08T02:46:00.003-04:002014-05-08T02:46:47.541-04:00Ice climbing with the Agawa Canyon trainSoon after taking up the sport for people of questionable sanity that is ice climbing, I heard about Agawa Canyon. All I knew was that it is located in the untamed wilderness of northern Ontario, only accessible by train, and is home to a veritable treasure trove of stellar ice routes. It has been on my wish list ever since. This year, while looking for reports on ice conditions for my local crags, I learned of the discontinuation of the Agawa Canyon Train due to budget cutbacks - this winter may be its last!<br />
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Nothing like a rapidly closing window of opportunity to motivate. The afternoon of Friday, March 14, Jooeun and I drove the eight hours north to Sault Sainte Marie (known locally as the Soo), and the next morning, we lugged our massive duffels to the rail yard and onto a rail car. Winter camping gear, climbing equipment, enough food to feed this metaphorical army of two. Fortunately they allow 100 pounds of luggage per person - and we learned later even that sizable limit is not enforced.<br />
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The train runs the 300 miles between the Soo and Hearst, but we wouldn't be getting off at a station. Rather, we disembark at mile marker 112, and ask the train to pick us up at the same place at a later date, then just trust that it does!<br />
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We had chosen this weekend because the annual Agawa Canyon Ice Fest was being held at this time. The majority of the group took the Thursday train in, so we were breaking our own trail. The ride in was very comfortable in that luxurious train kind of way, and with only four other passengers, we got to stretch out. We leaned out the side for some photos, but with the bracing wind whipping at us we kept the photo shoot brief.<br />
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Even though the climb was relatively easy from a technical perspective, there were many challenges. A month earlier, Jooeun had never swung an ice axe, or climbed outdoors. This would also be her first multi-pitch climb and first time rappelling. Not to mention we were climbing in an unfamiliar, remote location, where a dozen other climbers were the only thing between us and walk of many hours to the nearest, likely deserted, road. In the face of all those obstacles, Jooeun showed some real toughness. She even placed two ice screws after leading up the second pitch snow slope! What a trooper. We topped out and rappelled back down before dusk, and walked back along the train line to the campsite.</div>
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The next day we had a late start. Okay, I rose late while Jooeun killed time hanging out with the others. We hastily packed and hurried to a climb with intentions of making it back by 1pm - the time the train was scheduled to return. It was obviously important we didn't miss it, since the next southbound passenger train would pass by two days later, but we had also heard that it was often late - it seems the schedule is entirely optimistic (delusional?) in that it is based on having to make no stops. Sunday is a common day for people to leave their lodges and cabins, so we heard we may have an hour, or more, grace.</div>
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At the end of the trail, both of us managed to slip onto our butts and slide down the embankment to the tracks in full view of the others, but once we found the errant axe, it was good for a laugh.<br />
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Of course, the train arrived much later, giving us time to cook marshmallows and hot dogs in the fire pit, before the bass note of the train horn announced its arrival. Back on board, we again took lots of photos as we passed over the trestle bridge, ate, slept, and chatted with our new buddies.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06643321397634823700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280460.post-81145012985787957122014-01-25T14:01:00.001-05:002014-01-25T14:04:22.633-05:00Landed in Hong Kong<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU3OaSaIWYCR0c9N_xzB1oEVOA1i43MFH0_VDkNIGDRlejwjEwXi8K-3HwW04JdpAhacThuTX3Sjkp1SIug22lkZPlyGMFJK-ncbd8IHjwTrek2qn0WDgjscg76pT8BnwvTApmuA/s1600/IMG_20140126_023333-789044.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU3OaSaIWYCR0c9N_xzB1oEVOA1i43MFH0_VDkNIGDRlejwjEwXi8K-3HwW04JdpAhacThuTX3Sjkp1SIug22lkZPlyGMFJK-ncbd8IHjwTrek2qn0WDgjscg76pT8BnwvTApmuA/s320/IMG_20140126_023333-789044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5972910039964098194" /></a></p><p dir="ltr">Holmes boys were scheduled for rendezvous in Hong Kong today. Got an email from Tim saying he'd missed his flight. I caught mine though, and Brendan was already in Hong Kong, so I'd say two out of three ain't bad (or unusual for a Holmes gathering). Not casting aspersions though - in order to make my flight, I only had enough time to pack a spare t-shirt & jumper, rock climbing shoes and toiletries. Travelling light and fast!</p> <p dir="ltr">Met Brendan and co, had a beer in what could have been Kensington Market if Chinatown expanded (i.e. nice, bustling, pedestrian-friendly), time to crash.</p> <p dir="ltr">Setting the bar low for photos.</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06643321397634823700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280460.post-10552317683049011322013-07-10T21:51:00.003-04:002013-07-10T21:51:36.187-04:00Canoe-tripping with TerriAfter a decade in Canada, I feel qualified to say that the most Canadian (hmm, Ontarian?) summer activity is canoeing. That means that when I got an out of town, province, country and hemisphere, visitor, Terri, canoeing was at the top of my list of duties as tour guide and organiser. What follows is of course the recounting of perfectly planned and executed canoe trip.<br />
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The week prior was spent arranging to borrow gear - little things like a canoe and stove (thanks, Geoff & Lin!), tent and compass (thanks, Noah!) and car (thanks, Wallis family!). Without time to leave Friday night, and nowhere to store a canoe overnight, we opted to pick up a canoe from Geoff's on Saturday morning, on the way out of town. Then we decided we should get a map of...err, where are we going?...and some fuel for the stove. So we drove back downtown, along with several thousand Blue Jays fans, through inevitable construction sites and lane closures. Once Terri bought maps of all the possible parks we might be going to, and fuel, and whatever other essential details I'd forgotten (while I drove around with a 16-foot water craft on my roof, looking impatient and out of place), we headed north.<br />
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Terri called for camping permit availability on the way there, after we decided Algonquin was the place to go. Somewhere near access point 3... I was momentarily distracted by an errant foam block coming off the car roof & canoe and bouncing into traffic, which required taking the slightly less than ideal Hwy 427-Finch-Hwy 400, route and the creative use of a towel, but other than that, smooth sailing all the way to Kearny.<br />
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Kearny has a backcountry camping permit office (for the spontaneous canoe tripper) and is nicely situated a few minutes outside the park itself. The lady who took our reservation cautioned us that since the paddle to the far campsite of the closest lake (Rain Lake) may be 3 hours, and it was now (ahem) 5pm, we shouldn't dilly dally, we took off with a renewed sense of haste. 30 minutes later we were unloading the canoe at the put-in, and another 15 minutes or so had us on the water. We were happy to see the first campsite after just a few minutes, and that it was not occupied, but we decided to keep going. Half an hour <br />
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The next morning was just a touch misty, but cleared to more blue skies and warm weather. After the requisite bacon and eggs, we scoped out a loop on the map, counted the hours back from the desired time to return to Toronto, and made the schedule fit accordingly. I figured Terri needed to try a portage or two, to get the real canoe-tripping experience, so I found a route with six portages totalling 3-4 kilometres...more portaging means an even real-er experience, right? We set off.<br />
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The bugs seemed to call ahead to each portage, and the swarms of horse/deer flies buzzing about us as we lugged our boat and gear were somewhat reminiscent of a circling biker gang, striking <br />
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All these travailes prepared us (or had us dreading) the final 1810 metre portage from McCraney Lake back to Rain Lake. We doused ourselves in DEET and alternated walking and shuffle-jogging, while swatting vigourously and swearing, and even more so when the trail walked BESIDE the destination lake for far-too-bloody long, but reached the end alive, and made us all the more grateful for the cool escape as we dove in for a swim.<br />
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That was pretty much it. We retrieved our tent we'd left at the campsite, paddled back to the car, and made it to a river-side patio in Huntsville in the daylight, for Terri's first poutine, while sitting with well-to-do and decidedly less-scruffy-looking locals.<br />
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Now if you'll excuse me, I have a car to return. :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06643321397634823700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280460.post-17780098209972801412013-05-06T00:49:00.002-04:002013-05-11T12:01:39.341-04:00Kayaking serendipityAfter a half dozen sessions in this pool this winter, practicing rolls with Geoff, I've been fortunate enough to take advantage of great spring kayaking conditions. I kicked off the season with two fun runs down the <a href="http://www.whitewaterontario.ca/rivers/index.php/Credit_River">Credit River</a> in town, with Amanda one day and Ian the next. But that was just super mellow class II stuff - the real action began last weekend when Amanda and I ventured up to the <a href="http://boatwerks.com/waterlevels/black-river-washago/">Head River</a>.
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It didn't start off perfectly, when I discovered I'd misplaced the tie-downs. I thought I had a whole bag of webbing somewhere? Nope. A visit to Honest Eds for a replacement, another stop for food, and we were off, albeit two hours later than planned, thus missing the scheduled meet-up with others. Fortunately the Quaker Oaks general store near the put-in was able to tell us where the take-out was, and when we got there, the guys I'd arranged to meet had just finished. Adam wasn't sated and joined us for his second run of the day. That was awesome - yay, no scouting required! It also turned out he's a former river guide, so was a constant source a invaluable tips.
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The main rapid of the river is called Triple Drop. Once again we would Adam lead the way, followed by Amanda, and I was bringing up the rear. On the previous rapid I had trouble seeing what line he was taking, so I figured this time I'd follow Amanda a little closer. Bad idea. Amanda got stuck in the backwash of the first falls, and I was too close to take a different line. I turned sideways as I ran into her, immediately got flipped, and pushed underneath her boat! She flipped as well, so when I rolled back up, she was swimming while holding her kayak and paddle. Adam had eddied out, so he was now last, and I was furthest downriver, trying to offer Amanda assistance, while floating backwards. Adam yelled for me to turn around for the next rapid - oh, yeah, right! I barely managed to turn downstream in time to go over the biggest of the three falls (maybe 2 or 3 feet). Yikes. Amanda floated/swam over it, Adam shunted her boat to the side, and I fetched the paddle. Fortunately she was fine, and even better, wanted another run at it.
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While carrying our boats back and scouting the run, we saw a fish trying to jump upstream. Then another. And then we saw that the eddies at the falls were filled with dozens upon dozens of fish. I think we decided they were catfish. Super cool! I was able to put my hand in and pluck one out - big guys, probably almost 2 feet long and 2-3kg? We ran Triple Drop again, and finished the run without any further drama.
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After scouting the takeout, we drove to the put-in, launched, and were immediately greeted with fun rapids. I'd previously been given a heads up that some of the rapids are tough to scout by foot, but fortunately Eoin's experience allowed him to get a good sense of each from his boat, and eddy-in part-way through rapids to look around corners and such. This alone saved us hours of repeatedly exiting our boats and scouting by foot, but was almost essential for the really fun, but committing, canyon sections.<br />
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On one such section, I paddled into the eddy where Eoin was waiting, and he said to me "Did you see the dog?" I looked back over to the other side of the canyon, and sure enough, on a small ledge just higher than water level, a mangy, red dog was pacing and looking at us forlornly. Medium-sized; a Setter perhaps? She looked quite emaciated, and would howl and yip occasionally. Eoin said she looked like she might have jumped onto my boat as I passed. She'd clearly been stuck there for some time, days at least, perhaps when the water was high enough to wash her up there. We called out to her, and although she skittered about near the edge, couldn't be coaxed into the foaming water rushing by. Eoin decided rescue her. He ferried over, and leaning precariously from his boat, was able to have her come to his hand for a pat, and then he half-persuaded, half-yanked her onto his deck. Now he had a had a petrified dog crouched on top of his paddle, and he was floating backwards through boulder-strewn rapids! He bounced off a rock and nearly went over, and then was able to wrest his paddle from under the dog just as they were swept over a little drop. The dog fell into the water but was able to swim to the embankment, which was now the base of a hill rather than a vertical canyon wall. Eoin signaled that he was fine, and we started off again. The dog ran beside the river for a little ways, but eventually disappeared to who knows where.<br />
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We'd also read that there was at least one, and possibly three, required portages and big grade IV rapids. We got out of our boats to check out the first big one, and I was pretty shocked that Eoin was tempted to run what looked to me like a 10 foot high meat tenderizer (to support my thinking, there were multiple "Portage, Please!" signs on the bank). So when we saw the next one, and it was slightly less ridiculous, I suspected he would want to run it. He felt confident, scoped it out from land, and ran it like a boss. He was signalling what looked much like he thought I could give it a go, but I definitely wanted to clarify...I walked to the base of the falls and from there, couldn't see over the top - it was a solid seven feet high, and maybe thirty degrees of foaming, boulder-strewn carnage. But he was so confident, I was able to summon the courage to give it a go. I tried to take the same line as he did, and was just a foot off, but that meant I bounced like a pinball off all the features we had said to avoid... Still, I made it to the bottom, upright and intact. Woooooooo!!
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The rest of the run was great fun. We even saw a porcupine float through a rapid and saunter off, just a few feet from our curious gaze. After 4 hours we were happy to be done. We took the kayaks out in someone's grassy backyard beside the Queensborough weir, and started jogging up the road when someone started calling out to us. The person living there wanted to give us a ride back to our car (actually, she was volunteering her husband). Skip the 14km walk/run to the put-in? Yes, please! And so we were on the road headed back to Toronto before dark. Also, two out of two trips finished without needing a headlamp? Win.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06643321397634823700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280460.post-59366956562829273512013-05-04T17:10:00.000-04:002014-04-22T15:57:31.339-04:00Cervelo P3C for sale *SOLD**SOLD*<br />
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I'm holding off for another year to break into the triathlon circuit. So I'm selling for flagship steed, my P3C.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06643321397634823700noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280460.post-22662420842707405522013-04-15T18:52:00.000-04:002013-04-15T19:01:03.146-04:00Beware the killer droneThere are clubs in Toronto to cater to every possible interest, sport and hobby. Some are mostly for day-dreaming (Alpine Club of Canada) or weird fringe sports (underwater hockey). I joined a bunch of programming-related groups last year, but hadn't gotten around to going - they've either not been presenting something that interests me, or the travel time just seemed overly onerous.<br />
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However, a couple of weeks ago, I got an email saying that the Toronto Javascript group was holding a presentation centered around quadcopters. Cool! And, it was in the MaRS Commons offices, in the same floor of my building! Perfect!<br />
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Funny coincidence - the two gents giving the talk, <a href="https://github.com/tazsingh">Taz</a> and <a href="http://robotfuture.net/">Josh</a>, were actually guys I met when I hot-desked at the <a href="https://www.uniiverse.com/">Uniiverse</a> offices. They gave a really entertaining talk about how they were discussing how to take over the world, came up with a few options, but settled on using flying machines that they could potentially attach lasers to. hehe Cue the Terminator2 powerpoint slide. :)<br />
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Their first attempt was to buy an assemble-yourself Arduino-controlled metal beast, but decided the soldering, programming their own network protocol, and writing code to sync the four rotor blades all sounded just a weeee bit overly complex! so they replaced it with a consumer version that came equipped with wifi out of the box. People in the audience checked their laptops - sure enough, there was a network called quadcopter123 or something - neat. That left them with the job of connecting to quadcopter via firmware API, and writing a client. They chose to create a Chrome app in Javascript, used AngularJS framework for it's MVC functionality, and came up with a pretty neat solution in a matter of weeks. By making it available on github, I was able to fork the repo and load it on my own machine without leaving my seat. Voila! Once they disconnected and I connected, I had control of a killer drone in the atrium of MaRS!<br />
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My company, <a href="http://synaptivemedical.com/">Synaptive Medical</a>, is growing! We're also hiring - know anyone who's <a href="http://www.joelonsoftware.com/articles/GuerrillaInterviewing3.html">smart and gets things done</a>?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06643321397634823700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280460.post-15881579616112893982013-02-28T15:42:00.002-05:002013-02-28T15:42:40.867-05:00Citizen Canuck<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06643321397634823700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280460.post-71485698713570845722013-01-10T01:02:00.000-05:002013-01-10T01:02:07.871-05:00Thai cooking schoolIn the first week of our holiday, we did a family day trip to a <a href="http://phuketthaicookery.com/">Thai cooking school</a> on Siray Beach, Phuket. Super fun, learnt a lot, and stuffed ourselves with great food.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06643321397634823700noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280460.post-2411715613475197642012-09-04T20:31:00.000-04:002012-09-04T20:31:37.086-04:00Wilier For Sale<br />
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Wilier Triestina Escape 2008 road bike w/ Campy Veloce groupo, used $700</div>
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Bought the bike new for $2,200. This bike has seen a lot of action since. Will come with a different seat, and Fulcrum Racing7 front and rear (front had a flat today). Comes with Look Keo pedals.</div>
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Selling because it's not getting the love it deserves (too many bikes, too little time)</div>
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You may notice something missing. If you do, give yourself a pat on the back and throw in a brand new FSA K-Force Light seatpost (MSRP $140) and a seat. If you don't....carry on, there's nothing to see here.</div>
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Also have a pair of unused Specialized cyclocross tires that wont do me much good when I don't have a cross bike - take 'em!</div>
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Cervelo P3C 2009 TT/triathlon bike w/ DuraAce groupo, used $2300<br />
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Mavic Cosmic Carbone Ultimate front wheel, with bag, used $800</div>
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Sigma Rox 9.0 bike computer with heart rate monitor, battery not included, used $30</div>
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Cyclocross crank SL-K Light Cross BB30, 36/46T, 172.5mm, new $250</div>
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SL-K Road Compact Handlebar, 31.8 X 40cm, new $100</div>
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K-Force Light BB30 Crankset, 39/53T, 172.5mm, new $400</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06643321397634823700noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280460.post-75400074553414458392012-07-16T00:56:00.000-04:002013-05-15T00:02:39.364-04:00OxFam Trailwalker Canada 2012Ten minutes to nine on Friday morning, two days ago, last minute instructions were being given to approximately 320 participants lined up to start the 2012 Canadian OxFam Trailwalker. Where was I? En route, of course! In the driver's seat, my teammate Jesse was concentrating on driving as fast as was safely possible, while one of the support crew, Dan, was giving directions that had turned out to be "the scenic route". We were all alternately cursing and laughing about our predicament.<br />
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The OxFam Trailwalker is a 100km walk/run that takes place every year at multiple locations around the world. Teams must raise $2,500 for OxFam in order to participate in the event. The four team members walk and run together for the entire distance (i.e. it's not a relay), inside the time limit of 48 hours.<br />
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By four past nine, Team Ocho Legs Of Anti-Faminists had signed in, gotten our photo taken at the start line, and, aided by a nervous excitement and "oh my god we're late" adrenalin, running twice as fast as our planned pace for the first leg. By half-way through the 11km section, we had passed all 76 teams and were in first place.<br />
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During that time, the route took us onto the sandy shoreline of Wasaga Beach and it was then that we passed some veteran women running a slower and perhaps wiser pace. We traded friendly shots with them about each others' pace, but their "we'll scrape you off the concrete when we pass you later in the race" won that round.<br />
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Our first checkpoint was bound to be a little exciting, especially given our rushed departure from the start and the fact that we were arriving an hour ahead of schedule, but performed admirably and had us off again in just a few minutes.<br />
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The next section was through a beautiful marshland, but all the wildlife was hidden from view as we sweatily jogged by. Approaching the second checkpoint, Noah had his first cramp of the day - apparently his food poisoning from two days earlier was going to be a factor. Nevertheless, we got in, had another reasonably quick turnaround, and all jogged out of there soon after.<br />
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Now we were in to the meat of the run - 25km already run and the midday sun beating down on us. Noah suffered cramp after cramp, but stoically pressed on each time after a brief walk. Memorable moments included belting out wordless renditions of Indiana Jones, Superman and Star Wars theme songs, and reaching the T-intersection of the route that indicated checkpoint 5 left (and just a short way to the top of the hill) and rest-stop 1 right (a soul-crushingly long downhill we knew we would later have to ascend).<br />
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Despite marking half-way, our break at the rest-stop (complete with food and water but not accessible by support crews) was one of the shortest; we all felt the common sentiment of, why dally when there's no one there to pamper you? Then it was a quick march through some bogs and up to Horseshoe Ski Resort and checkpoint 4. NOW we felt it was time to relax!<br />
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And did we ever relax. Fresh burgers, massages, clean clothes...<br />
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Did I mentioned how amazing our support crew was? By the time we left, we were still all smiles and the next team had yet to arrive.<br />
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We stayed many times longer than any other stop. It seemed to do the trick for Noah, who locked in a solid pace from then on, whereas Jesse fared less well. Once on the trail, my intestines started gurgling. I grabbed a couple of toilet-paper-sized leaves and rubbed them on my arm to check for reactions, but hoped to reach the end of this section anyway. This was one of the tougher points for me: the bugs had come out in force as we passed through the bog section again, and, well, that was not the only bog I had to contend with.<br />
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Back through the rest-stop, and back up the long hill. The section after the rest-stop was supposed to be 7km, however our GPS said otherwise. I think the organizers slated this one for the mental games: we saw our first "half way there" sign on this section, about 5km before the end, and our first "2km to go" sign after over 7km.<br />
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Noah, to his credit, was laying down a solid pace as darkness fell. We descended what felt like a very steep gravel road on Mount St Louis Moonstone, and met our support crew at the checkpoint at the base of the ski hill with 73km under our belts.<br />
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Shortly thereafter it all came undone. Jesse changed shoes but declared his feet unable to carry on. We stayed for an hour in the hopes that he would feel better, but eventually decided to press on. By that time Noah had started shivering, and could barely manage to walk. We didn't make it more than 200 metres out before deciding it best he not continue.<br />
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The rules dictate that for safety, teams must be travel with another team if they have fewer than 3: should someone get injured, one person can stay with them while another goes for help. We had the option of travelling with another team, but by this point, we felt that finishing without half the team was not what we'd come to do, and retired from the race.<br />
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We later found out the veteran ladies we'd talked with earlier had a couple of withdrawals as well, and had only one team member finish. The team we'd overtaken to move into first place, all those hours ago, was next to arrive at the checkpoint, but stayed the night and finished fourth, while the team with the shortest time overall wouldn't arrive at our checkpoint for 4 hours, and finished 5 hours after that! Overall, the organizers really put together an amazing event, and that course...well, hopefully Geoff, Noah, Jesse and I will be back to take care of unfinished business!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06643321397634823700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280460.post-32243422893012382452012-06-29T15:38:00.000-04:002012-06-29T15:38:35.278-04:00Backyard wildlifeI bought some sunflower seeds recently, to attract a cardinal I'd seen briefly.<br />
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But they attracted lots of other animals as well. As least most of them were good enough to say grace before diving in...<br />
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At night, some were a little shy about being in the spotlight...<br />
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But they got used to it, and eventually came over to introduce themselves.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06643321397634823700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280460.post-677774019080306682012-05-12T20:07:00.000-04:002012-05-14T15:53:33.614-04:00Seaton Trail 52km runIt may be news to those that don't live in Toronto that I've started running. I know, sacrilege! But Toronto is a terrible city to live in for bike racing training; also, I've shifted my focus to work and running is a more efficient workout. So starting at the end of last year's cycling race season, I've been running sporadically. Mostly 3km from the train station to home, but a couple of weeks back I did a trail run with Amanda that was supposed to be 5km and through poor map-reading, turned into 20+.
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Then Noah convinced me to join his team for the <a href="http://www.oxfam.ca/trailwalker/oxfam-trailwalker-canada-2012">OxFam Trailwalker 100km</a> (4-person teams, everyone does the whole thing and must cross the finish together). We decided it would be prudent to do something to give ourselves SOME experience at long distance running (Dustin greatly encouraged it, partly because we were talking about aiming to complete in 10 hours...yes, somewhat delusional, especially given it was only two months away). So we signed up for the <a href="http://seatonmudpuppies.ca/race_details/index.html">Seaton Mud Puppies 50km trail race</a> which was happening in two weeks. I got in another 17km trail run, then the boys and I knocked off 30km on the road, and after a 10km this week, game time!
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Let me start by saying the lack of training was not the best. Noah and Geoff, on a similar training regimen, DNF-ed after 40 (and a half!) kilometres. I hurt like hell doing the run, and avoided injury only through luck. But I'm committed to being more job-focused this year, and although running around in a forest would be fun it wouldn't help me do that.
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So this morning we left at 5-something am for the 7am start. Ouch! It was cold enough that most started in long sleeves; I did, too, partly to have somewhere to put my Clif bars...I must still be a cycling geek, wearing cycling clothing at non-cycling events! Or maybe just unfashionable...<br />
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A quick note on my gear: I opted for no CamelBak (trying nothing new was possibly the most intelligent thing I did that day) and instead drank two cups of water at every aid station. Fairly quickly I started overheating in the long-sleeve, and became concerned that sweating buckets was not helping my low-water-intake game plan. Fortunately I'd pinned my number on my shorts, which worked in my favour when I decided I had to leave my shirt at an aid station half-way through the race and run the second half shirtless, clutching a handful of Clif bars.<br />
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There were about 40 of us gathered at the start line. After a few words from the organizer and the mayor of Picking (are long distance runners considered swing voters? haha) we all trotted off across the dewy grass of the school oval and onto Seaton Trail. There was a knee-deep river crossing 2km in, and I followed the lead of the gent in front by taking my shoes off to wade across. Turned out we were out in front by ourselves, and it wasn't until I started putting them on on the other bank that the next group charged across - no wasting time with shoe-taking-off for them! By the time I was ready to go, I'd probably dropped to 20th, so I was eager to catch back up. I took off, but after a couple of hundred metres, noticed the lack of flags. Crap. Back to the river...oh, it was a right turn. Haste makes waste! Off I go again.
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Reeled in a bunch of people before the first aid station, but saw numerous cups in the trash. On! On! Some really pleasant running for the next while, alongside the river, up hills and down dales. Over and over. I had already started to wonder how much more I could handle, before reaching the 11km aid station. Not a good indication of appropriate pacing. I foolishly passed up the opportunity of a porta-potty break, at news that there were only two runners ahead, 2 and 4 minutes respectively. There wasn't a loo at the turn-around. On the return, I ended up doing some pretty serious waddling for a while, until I realized I wasn't making it back to the aid station, and dove into the shrubbery for a quick pit-stop. Ok, nature taken care of - good to go!
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Shortly thereafter I sailed past the guy in second. He passed me again while I was putting my shoes back on at the river. I think he must have said something to the guys at the turn-around/start-finish (we were doing two out-and-backs) because when I came in, they asked me about it. I said I was avoiding soggy shoes and blisters. His reply was "But you're just doing the 50 k, aren't you? Don't need to worry about blisters for that!". haha Yep, just the 50. Ego back in check. I promised I'd consider not taking them off on the second out-and-back.
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And I did. Splash splash, and then squish squish on the other side. Wasn't so bad, partly owing to the minimalist "barefoot" shoes I had. The mercury was also on the rise, so they only took a few kilometres to be damp-dry. By which point I'd moved back into second place.
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I really struggled on the downhills. Again, probably the uncushioned shoes came into play, since they wouldn't allow me an unrestrained lope downhill. Upping the cadence was brutal on the quads, so I took it fairly slow. At the end of the long downhill about 5km into the second lap, another guy was coming up behind me. Since I'd been lolly-gagging a bit on the downhill, I had some energy to burn, so I picked up the pace, but was now aware I had two guys hot on my tail.
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By now I was hurting a LOT. Inch-high roots became major hurdles to be overcome, and anything other than perfectly level path became a tremendous balancing act for each stride. I made it out to the second aid station and while getting my water, was asked if I was doing the 50 mile. "Hell, no!" and I headed off north. A minute later they come after me, yelling, this is the 52km turn-around! Crap, back I go. Maybe the fact that there was a 29km and not 26km short race should have clued me in. Now back in third place. I claw back to second, but the guy refuses to give up the chase. With 5km to go, I felt my legs starting to cramp, and bam! The guy blows past me and out of sight. I tried to keep it together, but started walking more of the uphills. Through the river one last time. See the second place runner (or a guy doing the 29km, also wearing a white shirt?) a few hundred meters away as I climb to the finish. Done. 5 hours and 30-or-40-something minutes.
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Many thanks to the organizers and volunteers, and my heart goes out to anyone still on the trail, doing the hard yards on the 50 mile race!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06643321397634823700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280460.post-46246547467060175932012-04-30T19:26:00.000-04:002012-05-01T11:19:02.456-04:00Super duper fun Dominican tripJust back from the most AMAZING trip to the Caribbean!
For the last couple of months, my buddy Andrew been posting some envy-inducing photos on Facebook of his sweet setup down in Cabarete, in the Dominican Republic. I had some new kites I'd been wanting to fly, Andrew assured me the wind was killer, and the flights were cheap...decision made!<br />
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First night I arrived, I find out everyone from my hotel is heading to a local nightclub, where a bunch of our fellow hotel guests were going to put on a circus performance to cap off their week of training... Wow. Here's one of the acts:<br />
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That night a big group headed out to Ali's Grill for some amazing food. After the two big days and no lunch, I didn't hold back: first the Churasco XXL steak (a foot-wide piece of marinated, meaty goodness), repeated with a chicken schnitzel dinner, then helped someone finish their churasco, before we headed off for ice cream! So good! I haven't eaten that much since <a href="http://luckylockie.blogspot.ca/2011/06/tour-de-beauce-update-2.html">June last year</a>!<br />
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After two days of that, I was almost grateful the wind had abated so I could stay out of the sun and recuperate: mostly eating, drinking, reading, and generally laying about or chilling at Chichigua. Occasionally I went snorkeling out to the reef. It also gave me a chance to purchase super-cheap, super-fresh tropical fruit from the nearby fruit stands, and look into the hotel's other offerings: a gym with regular classes; a skateboard half-pipe, which usually had mats at the bottom to be used for some other sport; and some formidable-looking circus apparatus. I also went into town to sample some of the local restaurants (fish tacos at Gorditos!) a few times; I strolled in along the beach once, which took about 30 minutes, but generally hopped on one of the death-defying motorcycle taxis (eventually riding on the back of a motorbike, wearing no helmet, while people were overtaking at the same time in both directions, became practically run-of-the-mill). The wind got up a bit each day, just enough for an hour's play on the kiteboard, but also a few hours of torrential rain.<br />
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By Wednesday I was starting to feel pretty lazy, and donned the runners for a jog inland, into El Choco National Park. Apparently there's a hike called 27 Waterfalls, but I didn't see any. The touristy tours were anything from $50-100, so I opted for a self-guided mission into the rain-drenched forest and became at one with the local red mud. Four hours of that brought my energy levels down a notch or two, but managed to join a crossfit class that evening.<br />
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During the week I'd heard that there was a great local surf break, Encuentro, not far away, and I made plans with some other people to get up at the crack of dawn and head out there. I actually got out of bed at 5:50am! But since it was still dark and raining, opted to sleep until 7, before rallying the troops and heading off. The waves were great, and it was a treat to surf just in board shorts.<br />
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Back to the hotel, lunch, wait for the wind to come up and go for a rip for an hour or two. Then it was time for a Brazillian jujitsu class! Super fun, and I could imagine MMA being a blast if the other guy wasn't trying his best to kill you.<br />
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The next morning, Kristin and I hit up the circus instructors for a trapeze lesson. The first sequence to learn was swinging out on the bar, hooking the legs over to get the hands free, then doing a back-flip onto the net to dismount. I managed it ok, and Kristin's gymnatics background made her a quick study. Next, an instructor got on the other swing. I swing out, grab the hand's of the other guy, swing back, let go of him mid-air and spin around and grab my own bar! So disorienting, but after a few "which way is up?!" flails I managed to complete it! Super fun.<br />
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After that silliness, we'd earned our breakfast, and headed to the Belgian Coffeehouse for great food and simply outstanding coffee (I rarely drink coffee, and I had mine black, no sugar - it was that good!).<br />
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That afternoon, I had time for one more blast on the kite. By this time I really felt like I was nailing the big boosts, had back loops and kite loops pretty consistent, and even landed a double back-loop! (although I use the term "landed" very loosely...didn't get power up so I just sank). Since it was my last session, I really didn't want it to end and I'd probably still be out there now! but my kite deflated (fortunately it was just the deflate plug) so I swam ashore and called it a day. After toweling down the kite in Chichigua and having a quick meal, it was time to jump in a taxi and head to the airport.<br />
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If you like kiting and/or free-spirit adventure, I highly recommend the destination. Fly into Puerto Plata and stay in Cabarete. The hotel I stayed at was called <a href="http://extremehotels.com/">Extreme Hotel</a>. It's more like a hostel with everyone in separate rooms, since there was no soap and shampoo, and infrequent towel/sheet changes, and at first I was surprised that, at $300 for a week, it was more expensive that some of the more typical, neighbouring hotels. But there were numerous advantages over other hotels, because it was really a summer camp for adults. The bar, Chichigua, had great food and was the social hub of the whole beach. The circus, gym, and skate-ramp/multisport room were all within easy reach (helpful during the torrential downpours) and had discounted rates. And the kite facilities were probably the best on Kite Beach, with a big, convenient patch of grass for post-session cleanups, and a bunch of the local instructors keeping an eye on the new kiters. I'm really hoping to get back there soon!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06643321397634823700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280460.post-89406671007556753822012-04-20T15:53:00.000-04:002012-04-20T16:02:24.661-04:00Ca-rib-EE-an or Ca-RIB-ee-an?Heading to <a href="http://g.co/maps/bsnxt">Puerto Plata</a> this afternoon! First trip to the Carribean!<br />
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AND...I got a new kiteboard last night! Woop! (why use a period when there's exclamation marks to be used?!)<br />
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So how do I pack this baby? Tried a hockey bag: not long enough. Snowboard bag: not wide enough. Relive last year's bike travel madness with a bike box? Turns out it fit nicely, but three bears told me I couldn't...haha Actually, I didn't want to because lugging a big cardboard box around airport sucks, and it basically guarantees baggage handling charges. Was just about to head to Silent Sports to blow a morning and $200+ on a kiteboard-dedicated travel bag, potentially one of the golf-look-alike types, when I saw a large bag in the basement: L's golf travel bag! Fit everything perfectly! Board, two kites, harness, bars and lines, and even a pair of flippers. (Yes, I asked first :) )<br />
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An elaborate practical joke? More importantly, the wind:<br />
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Boo! Time to find out if a kite can handle a lightning bolt on Wednesday arvo, I reckon!<br />
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The note says "I have your cc [credit card]. call me. " followed by a phone number.</div>
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It's actually the final note of a scavenger hunt that also had me find a clue in a bottle on the beach! So fun.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06643321397634823700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280460.post-46408059324600913042012-02-21T23:18:00.000-05:002012-02-21T23:18:30.223-05:00A melodramaThis was to be my biggest cycling event in over a month. I felt relative calm as we lined up, but I used what nervousness I did feel to sharpen my senses and increase the blood pumping to my soon-to-be-taxed muscles. My preparation for the start had rewarded me with one of the two coveted positions at the front of the pack, giving me a boost in confidence. I adjusted my grip on the handlebars, poised for the start.<br />
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Over the PA system: "Pickering station stop". The doors opened, and we were off!<br />
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I relinquished the hole-shot as I fumbled while pulling the bike onto the platform. Then I lost another to an aggressive move at the door to the tunnel under the tracks by an unknown commuter. Damn! I knew my position on the train - that nearest the station exit - placed me among the most well-travelled veteran commuters, but I hadn't expected such fierce competition!<br />
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The same two savvy office-workers kept the lead, blocking attempts to pass in the double-track through the tunnel, but at the other end, I was able to shoulder the bike smoothly and take the steps two at a time to keep in contention. They kept their position ahead of me to take the coveted first and second places into the parking lot, but I was happy with third, knowing that soon it would be mine time to shine.<br />
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I pitied all those others with no bicycle, having to use their inefficient stride, as brisk as it may be, to reach their cars. The icy wind tore at us as we spilled into the car park. Momentarily I was taken aback by the others outside - where had they come from? Reverse-commuters perhaps? But quickly I refocused my attention to the task at hand. Once off the curb, I remounted and accelerated across the bitumen expanse, wind in my hair.<br />
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I had barely made it to the other side as the discordant symphony of starter motors began and dozens of engines roared to life. After another dismount for more stairs, I bounded up this minor obstacle and remounted once I gained Liverpool Road. There was no time to waste for they would soon be upon me, and I crested the 401 overpass quickly, the twelve-lanes below roaring with highway-speed traffic.<br />
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Quickly I became engulfed in automobile traffic. Only four traffic lights stood between me and the relative refuge of suburban side streets. Fate smiled upon me on this day, and the lights' synchronized timing gave me an uninterrupted passage, and soon I reached the residential area. But my aerobic efforts were beginning to take their toll, and sweat began to soak the cotton of my button-down. I pressed on.<br />
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Soon the last test was upon me: Heartbreak Hill. It's vertical presence loomed above me as I arrived at it's base. The pitch is such that it's ten metres in elevation gain can feel like twelve, but I was strong on this occasion, and big-ringed up and through the one switchback. There was no holding back now; I powered along the false flat at the top and through the park, surging toward the finish.<br />
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I granted myself 100 metres of my home street to revel in the accomplishment and spin out my legs, ravaged from the three kilometres of exertion. Neighbourhood cats silently cheered their adoration from vantage points in upstairs windows. I stabled my steed for another day. A can of sardines waited in my cupboard, to reward me for a job well done.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06643321397634823700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280460.post-54997080549831921692012-01-20T21:05:00.000-05:002012-01-20T21:27:14.727-05:00Snowshoeing the 'DacksPaul, Craig and I headed down to the Adirondacks in NY state last weekend to go camping. It was forecast to get a bit nippy. An early rise on Saturday in Ottawa but a slightly slow departure had us crossing the border around 9am, with an exclamation of "In this weather?!" by the border agent, and departing the car park at 1:30, with another warning of "I would *definitely* not advise taking that route at this hour!" by a ranger...while the other said we'd have a blast. :)<br />
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And have a blast we did: after making the very chilly summit by sunset, we descended the other side and made camp shortly after dusk. After wolfing down Paul's pasta and a little port, we found that the leftovers had started freezing, so we squeezed into Nigel's 3-man (we decided it was actually a 3-dwarf) tent for a cozy sleep. Up at the crack of 9am for an excellent brekky, and by 10am the next day it had "warmed" up to -25 degrees. Lovely sunny day for the hike out, and except for Paul breaking through the ice at Avalanche Lake and getting a wet foot, it was a "walk in the Park", as they say.<br />
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The next day my decathlete brother took me to one of his track meets, where I had a really fun time with the welcoming <a href="http://www.collingwoodharriers.org/">Collingwood Harriers athletics club</a>. First, Tim defied physics in a huge triple jump. Then I tried my hand at shotput, before the real reason for attending, the 5km. I started running a bit at the end of the cycling race season, but pulled my calf and spent time rehabbing under the knowledgeable guidance of Amanda at the <a href="http://www.ajax-wellnessconnection.com/">Wellness Connection</a>. Point being, I thought trying to get inside 20 minutes was a reasonable goal. So I was pretty stoked to run <a href="http://www.collingwoodharriers.org/reports/ClubChampsDec11res.pdf">18:08</a>!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06643321397634823700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280460.post-90166985652901963682011-11-27T21:46:00.001-05:002011-11-27T21:53:07.343-05:00Newbie RiderMy first road bike: <br /><br />I decided to get a road bike after I got my butt kicked in the cycling portion of a sprint triathlon and someone stole my mountain bike. However, not knowing how to ride with fancy pedals and clips, the bike sat lonely in the basement for about a month until I had the chance meeting of a pro-cyclist who took pity upon me and agreed to teach me how to ride. <br /><br />So it has been about 3 weeks and I can say with some confidence that I can ride reasonably well. Some things I have learned from my esteemed biking team (Nigel and Lockie) include: <br /><br />- Never plan your route, as it will change when you get to a dead end, find an unassumed road or a interesting looking trail that just may lead to exactly where you want to go <br />- If you haven't had to carry your bike across a stream, the beach or a farmer's field it probably isn't that good of a ride<br />- When you fall down, veer off the road or smash into a pile of burrs, laugh, get up and continue riding <br />- From a fashion perspective never wear a visor on your helmet, always wear your sunnies on the outside of you helmet straps and try and look as professional as possible. <br />- Bike in a straight line, don't look at your gears, and don't stray your glance at all the "shiny things"<br /><br />I can't wait till spring to ride again. Thanks guys! <br />
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<br />Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05906578916731353692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19280460.post-45832084462693953142011-11-22T15:29:00.001-05:002011-11-22T15:43:12.804-05:00Fun, fit, female frisbee-playersMy friend Katy shared her team's <a href="http://www.hawaiiultimate.com/kk/kk25/index.html">Kaimana 2012</a> video bid. Very nice!<br />
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