Reid Goes to College

Hike #5: O'Leary

2008-01-27T16:43:00.000-07:00

Back in early October, O'Leary Peak was my destination of choice. I'd spotted the trail on my map due to it's nice location next to Sunset Crater, at an angle that looks at the Inner Basin, and seemed high enough to look out over the Painted Desert. I was so determined to take a gander that not even failed FaceBook group hike could keep me off the mountain.

So, once again a solo trekker, I set out on the 10 mile round trip.

The first part of the hike is through Sunset Crater's lava flow.

The rest of the way is a steep, wide, loose gravel trail with the northeast face of the San Francisco peaks always in view.

A long and windy trail,

and a red carpet of chain metal later,

I reached the peak.

Thanks to the tower being closed I had to turn back a few feet prematurely. But that didn't matter as the peak offered all the views that I had predicted from looking at the map:

There was the Inner Basin,

Sunset Crater,

the Painted Desert,

and way off in the distance was the Grand Canyon.

I approved.

Looking back it doesn't really look all that tall, but none the less it's one more mountain in Flagstaff that I've conquered.

Check O'Leary Lookout off the list.

A Look Back On My Fall Hikes

2008-01-27T15:10:00.000-07:00

So from my last post a semester has ended, a break has gone by too fast, and a shiny new semester has dropped in to my hands. Thanks to my failing to overcome my goal to post most stuff in a "as it happens" manner, all of my hikes between the Arizona Trail and now have gone without being historically documented on this blog. As the 'ol macys.com customer service saying goes: I am very sorry that this happened and I do apologize for any inconvenience that this may have caused you.

I will post each hike in individual postings so as to have some sort of organized chaos.

Back on the Trail. Hike #4

2007-10-02T17:01:00.001-07:00

After being in school for a month I decided it was time to open up the '07-'08 school year hiking season before it got too cold and brown outside.

I started with a solo trek of a piece of the Arizona Trail. The "C" piece to be exact. Someday, when the entire trail is complete, it would be quite an adventure to hike the entire state.

Like hike #2, the trail ends at Fisher Point. This time I'll be coming in from the east rather than the south, and in the beginning of Fall rather than the final days of Winter.

The hike travels along the north rim of Walnut Canyon. I ended up leaving later in the day than usual so I was able to hike through some great afternoon and evening scenery.

Note: You can click on all pictures to see them enlarged.

6.7 miles later I reach an old familiar point:

It was exceptionally green this time, and the sky was nice and pollution-free blue.

It was a 13.4 mile hike that lasted under 4 hours, the last part of which being while the sun was setting and turning the forest into a glowing golden yellow.

Check another trail off the list.

Reid Goes to College...Again

2007-09-12T15:47:00.000-07:00

The blank summer finally wrapped up and I found myself again getting ready pack my things and migrate north.

Packing wasn't as epic this time as most of my old dorm was still packed up from moving out.

I emptied the taped-up-way-too-many-times boxes and spilled the left overs of my old dorm onto the floor for later sorting, packing, and returning to sender.

What wasn't still packed was set up in my room/summer dorm. This small area was loaded with everything I needed to get through the summer.

So once again, following the precedent I set last year, I gathered all my things into my out-of-town (rather than last year's out-of-northern-hemisphere) sister's room.

Also following precedent, I had to end my stay at home with a bang by making a mess of the place.

Look familiar?

Early one Thursday morning I crammed it all into 2 vans and declared it time to exodus.

Before I knew it I was caravaning back to the wonderful town of Flagstaff

1 Phoenix rush hour later, I arrived back at NAU.

Because this year is going to be sans marching band I was required to move in on move in day instead a couple days earlier. This made it quite chaotic getting all my stuff out of the vans and into my 2nd floor apartment/dorm.

But we did it. Welcome to my new apartment/dorm. Now, because my last dorm was a 1 room slob bucket, I was quite excited to have multiple rooms.

Behind door #1:

The bedroom.

Behind door #2:

The reading room.

Behind door #3:

The Reid Burger Factory.

The bedroom has a great view of the inner courtyard and the Pepsi sponsored gravel.

The main room's view isn't as great.

That's all for now, you can expect a full tour once we've lived here for a little while. In other words, don't expect it until the end of the year like last time.

Anniversaries

2007-07-17T21:57:00.000-07:00

So it was a year ago that this humble blog was created. Looking back it seems as though at times it deviated from it's original intention (a blog about my going to college) but overall it is still on the same path. You may wonder why I left you all hanging at my mere weeks from departing campus and my first year of college. That can easily be answered with a "there hasn't been anything interesting enough to post". I packed up, came home, partially moved back into my room, and then summer started.

Along with summer starting, my employment under this happy, commie-red colored star started as well. I take customer service calls from pissed rich people all day. In short, I've lost all hope in our society.

Because I like to call this a "photo" blog I might as well leave you a picture of my summer:

Don't worry, there's nothing wrong with the website. That's simply a bunch of nothing. It's quite a fair representation of my summer. Expect the next post to be sometime in August when school is just around the corner.

My Dorm

2007-04-24T16:52:00.000-07:00

In my post Moving In, I concluded with a promise of a room tour as soon as it was completed. Well, here it is, coincidentally, exactly 8 months later. At the time of the post, all my friends were producing their own glimpses into their brand new, first ever dorm room; and I couldn't wait to do the same. Unfortunately, with marching band, honors, practicing, winter vacation, being lazy, and 2 broken cameras, I never got around to it. But you have to stop and remember, all those pictures were taken at the very beginning of the year. The rooms hadn't even been put through a single movie night, an essay, a pizza party, an all-nighter, a video game tournament, a snow storm, a cereal feast, or a finals week. The flip-flops in the closets are barely even broken in. Those aren't college dorms, those are dorms that a high school graduate just moved into. So then perhaps it is more appropriate that I lived here for 8 months before posting this.

Ladies and gentlemen, I present my "completed" room.

Here are the original pictures (and text, but with modifications) taken from the August 24th post next to current pictures.

I walk in and this is what I see. My dibs on the high bed resulted in a mattress that was a foot too short.

This is my side, I get an uncomfortable chair, small desk, and book/dvd/stereo system shelf all to myself.

I also get a not-as-exciting-as-when-I-moved-in vanity mirror, shelves, and a really crappy closet. We're in dorms, why do we need doors on our closets? Ah well, more Spoon poster space.

Here's my lovely view out my window where I saw all the extremely loud jack hammers at 6 in the morning. This picture was actually taken yesterday. See those nice clouds to the south? See those nice clouds to the north? Well they had an accident and ran into each other right over NAU and spilled their guts (flurries, hale, snow) all over us. And they've been spilling for about 2 semesters now.

And after unpacking in semester intervals, I have something that resembles a home:

I guess really the only thing that has changed is that it got filled with even more crap and got a little messier. Lets take a closer look at this ever so exciting place they call "Room 119".

First stop is the the spot in which I spend almost all of my time in my room, at least while not sleeping. It's cozy in a cramped sort of way, but features 5 square feet of complete and utter me. This calls for close up detail.

Since the majority of doing homework involves being distracted, I figured I'd make those distractions as interesting as possible. They involve the every day hippie bumper sticker, various Gandhi quotes, the every day monkey staring back at you, and, thanks to the ingenious idea to not put holes in the shelf for wires, the ever-present laptop-to-sound system cable.

Within reach are the 3 drinks of choice. Green tea, coffee, and yerba mate. Can you guess which drink goes in which mug?

Above is my library, coin collection, and storage space for various objects that have no other place to go. It's also where I keep today's hottest music.

Above that is the movie library which provides a quick access in case of a spontaneous movie night, a cure for a dull Sunday afternoon, and, because everyone always wants to see the movie on the very bottom, the occasional frustrating dvd tower collapse.

We then come to the heart and soul of the room. This sound system runs me, the entire room, and most likely the entire world. Without it, the room is threatened to be overshadowed by a roommate's song of choice, drowned by the hall's poor taste in music, or even worse, at a favorable volume by the R.As.

Next to me is my essential recreational equipment. The frisbees can also be weapons against room invaders. I've got a mean forehand.

Below that is where I keep my dirty dishes.

Of course there's the area where I keep all my food (cereal and spaghetti o's are all that have really occupied that space) and dining accessories. Oh and that pancake mix I bought back in August.

On the other side is my fuel station. Oh where would I be without this caffeinated nectar?

Getting off the floor, my room is decorated with various posters and pictures. Imagine that.

This is my Spoon door. And because I know you're wondering, on top of my light up there are my shattered champagne glasses. Now why in the hell would have shattered champagne glasses up there you ask? Well first off, this is a room that I have lived in for 8 months, so it can't be that surprising. But for a more thorough explanation, I use non-shattered champagne glasses to soak my reeds in the practice room. On occasion, they drop, shatter, and then get placed on display on top of my light.

The walls aren't completely random and slightly pointless posters, though.

They also remind me of all that's good in the world,

of my philosophy,

of what's waiting for me back home,

and of little kids giving the finger.

That concludes the wonderful world of my Northern Arizona University living accommodations for 2006-2007.

Although you may be unaware, the conclusion of this "tour" is also the conclusion of this dorm and everything that it is. A couple days from this point in time, my parents will come up for my freshman recital, and return with as many pieces of my room as possible. I'll be tearing down all the posters, packing up all the books, sending home the dishes, and tossing in the t.v. I'll have stripped the room of everything but what I'll need to survive on for the remaining 2 weeks of the semester. Then I'll stuff it all into my van and roll it back down the hill. And at that point, my first year of college will be over. It's been a long an interesting year, and I've met several new people, and...oh wait, nevermind, there's still my recital, several tests, juries, and the ever dreaded finals week coming up. This year is far from over.

From here on out it's all about unfolding these boxes and stuffing them to the brim.

(Vertical) Hike #3

2007-04-22T18:41:00.000-07:00

After a pair of hikes down canyons I decided is was time to head the other way. When a nice, partly cloudy Saturday came along I figured I'd check off one of the mountains that make up the San Francisco Peaks.

I started off small and made the peak of Mt. Elden my destination.

For you fans of the NAU web cam, that's the peak right there.

According to my handy hiking map, it had rated the trail as "difficult", meaning it was somewhere around a medium. Turns out, it was no walk in the park. In fact, it was quite steep the majority of the way.

And of course, a steep climb means that in a matter of no time you have great views of the industrial side of Flagstaff.

And then finally we reached the top.

From the top we got to look out over all of Flagstaff. That little white zit-of-building is the NAU Skydome.

Looking the other way we got a view of the beautiful San Francisco peaks, the forest fire devastation, and the cheater way of coming up the mountain. Everywhere you looked there were fantastic views of northern Arizona.

The view wasn't the only entertainment on top of the mountain.

There is also a tower that you can climb if climbing to the peak of the mountain wasn't even enough. And so of course I had to go up there and see all there was to see.

But I didn't make it all the way.

Mostly because I had failed to heed the warning that you shouldn't climb if there were high winds.

And boy was it windy.

So to escape the wind, we headed back down the mountain.

Looking back, it doesn't look that high. But no matter, it still stands conquered by me.

Spring Break on a Lawn

2007-04-14T21:18:00.000-07:00

Spring break in college seems to have a different feel to it. Here is this glorious week in the middle of the semester where you can do anything that you want. While many went to Mexico, California, Vegas, or on any sort of adventure with classmates, I decided I would rather spend a week sprawled out on a lawn soaking up skin cancer with several sweat drenched (often shirtless and unbelievably hairy) strangers and a grossly over-priced hot dog.

Yup. Spring training, the sole reason why they gave us spring break in the first place.

First game on the list was a Mariners and Royals team in Peoria. My pal Scotty and I slipped away from the grips of NAU and drove down the hill just in time. We instantly stripped off the beanies and shoes and absorbed every bit of the old familiar Valley of the Sun.

And of course I got to see my favorite Jap, Ichiro Suzuki, in action. Look at him go.

The very next day it was off to Surprise to see the Royals and D-Backs (and their brand new oh-so-original red, excuse me, Sedona red, and black uniforms). Unfortunately, getting tickets wasn't as easy as we thought. We just so happened to come to the smallest spring training stadium in Arizona on, of all days, little league day. All those little t-ballers had filled every seat including the entire lawn. Luckily for us though, we shmoozled one of the workers and she ended up telling us that there were some bleacher seats half off that had just opened up that nobody knew about yet. Of course we still sat in the lawn, I mean, who in their right mind would go to a spring training game and not sit in the lawn?

The next day I continued the unfinished journey back home to Mesa.

And not even 24 hours later, I was at yet another spring training game. This time it was the Cubs and the Mariners. And I will probably never do that again. When they say Cubs fans are unique, they really aren't kidding.

The end of the break neared and I just had to fit in one more game before I returned to the mountains. So off I went again to see two great teams contend in spring training game #4, the Padres and A's. After that, I packed my things and returned to a very baseball-less NAU.

But that's all ok. Because, whether it's:

trading your flip-flops for sunburned feet,

watching one of your favorite players come up to bat while your team is losing by an embarrassingly large margin,

scouting out that closer you just drafted onto your fantasy team,

or watching completely wasted Cubs fans all the way from Chicago in bikinis make total fools of themselves,

we all know that the sky is always bluer at a spring training game.

So who needs those Mexican beaches when you can have spring training?

Hike #2

2007-03-20T20:43:00.000-07:00

Only 2 days after the hike down Oak Creek Canyon, I set off into the wilderness once again. This time I left everyone behind and set forth on a 14 mile solo hike.

I got pretty lazy and decided to drive my patriotic jeep down the narrow, icy, rocky trail, but that came to an abrupt halt.

It was a great day for hiking. Blue skies, green ponderosa trees, and bleak everything else.

After leaving the small canyon (formally named Sandys Canyon) you come across a large meadow that would be a great secret place for a game of ultimate frisbee. Fighting the urge to frolic, I pressed on.

I came to a fork in the trail and took a quick detour so I could have a gander at this pass.

It turned out to be another trail that would have to wait for another glorious day to be tread upon. Back I went.

Up the mountain I went and to Fisher Point I came. You can see the trail coming across the end of the meadow coming to the fork that I took to explore the pass.

It was quite a view.
Can't get magnificent blue skies like that back in the Valley.

I made friends with the only wildlife I saw the entire trip and then headed back down the mountain.

I found that while climbing up I had my back turned to a fantastic view the entire time.

I can't quite say why, but I found that these dead trees would make a great picture. Makes me want to fly with long hair. Ya, don't ask. I don't know the answer.

Though the cloudless day made for scorching 70 degree weather, the sunny afternoon was quite a pleasant hike back.

Cross another trail off the list.

Hike #1

2007-03-10T19:33:00.000-07:00

Over the break I had realized that I never once went hiking. Upon return, I awaited that sunny dry weekend to finally get out there and conquer a trail. Weekend after weekend, plans fell through with either no one to go with or weather conditions turning for the worse.

Finally, after an unusual week of weather in the high 60's, me and co. made it out to the Oak Creek Canyon in Sedona.

And so we set forth.

The trail required expert creek crossing technique. One false move and you'd be in water all the way up to the top of your ankles. It was while braving such a danger that most of these pictures were taken.

Then the trail came to an end. You can wade through the creek with several deep sections and then hike on a primitive trail for another 11 miles, but we were too hungry and decided to eat instead.

Then we turned back.

And rested in an abandoned building.

I conquered this canyon.

Cookies From Afar

2007-01-08T19:44:00.000-07:00

This is the story of the time I got cookies in the mail from two girls who live on the other side of the country:

One day while my good friend and I were playing Dr. Mario my mother came up and gave me a very peculiar looking envelope exclaiming, "What is this?!"

Ah! My cookies had arrived.

I quickly downed the many pieces of cookies.

I made sure to get every last crumb out of the envelope too.

Delicious!

It turns out that one cookie made the entire trip.

It was quickly devoured.

It even came with a snazzy drawing.

Frozen toes.

2006-11-28T23:02:00.000-07:00

Tonight was the night it snowed.

I dressed appropriately.

2006-11-03T06:52:00.000-07:00

Me.

I Bike

2006-09-14T14:58:00.000-07:00

Cars are a waste of time and money.

So I bought a bike instead.

I even put a sticker on it.

Sometimes I fall off.

The Becoming of a College Student

2006-09-10T12:14:00.000-07:00

The evolution into a college student is not an easy one where every time is a first time and the only way to learn what to do is by learning what not to do. Everything is taken step by failure by step and only the strong have the guts to go back and try and fail again. However, for those of us who didn't live in a house where everything was done for them, we're one step ahead; although, that doesn't mean that we're flawless. One such example:

The kitchen. Where men turn into clueless little boys, where torturesome aromas of cookies originate, and where Reid-Burgers prevail.

I figured it would be appropriate to make a Reid-Burger for my first time cooking in a dorm. I brought all the right ingredients: waffles, eggs, Swiss cheese, bocca burgers, and homework for the class that's in 2 hours.

I brought Britney to assist in this event, that and I needed someone else to swear that no, reid had nothing to do with setting the kitchen on fire.

Spatula in hand, I began the attack.

A couple minutes later we realized there was no toaster for the waffles.

So we used the frying pan instead.

That didn't work out too well.

But the show must go on. We finished and only hoped that the fried waffles didn't ruin the taste too much.

Being the brave assistant she was, Britney stomached the first bite. It tasted like the frying pan. But beyond that, the middle showed promise of being a favorite of the god's.

That weekend I made Reid-Burgers for some friends and they were by far the greatest Reid-Burgers ever made. That time I used the oven instead of a frying pan. It was a good call.

Moving In

2006-08-24T13:14:00.000-07:00

I have arrived.

In classic move in day fashion, I pile my boxes into my room from head to toe,

Wave goodbye to the parents,

And then move into my dorm happily ever after.

Except I'm not here for college, I'm here for band camp. And I'm not moved into my dorm, I'm on the third floor of Reilly living out of my boxes for two nights.

Day after blood sucking day, I ride my snazzy bike up and down a massive hill to the NAU Skydome where I learn the college style of marching, playing, and having fun. For any marching band people out there prepare to be amazed. In 3 hours we covered all of our fundamentals, 2 hours later we learned half our opener, and then 2 hours later the rest of it. And this was the first day of practice.

But finally Tuesday comes and I'm allowed to make the big move.

So here we have it, your first glimpse at Reid's very own dorm:

I walk in and this is what I see. Dibs on the high bed.

This is my side, I get a desk, chair and bookshelf all to myself.

I also get a vanity mirror, shelves, and a really crappy closet. We're in dorms, why do we need doors on our closets? Ah well, more poster space.

And then I move in. The room is filled with boxes and random pieces of my life from my side to Jon's side (Jon's my roommate in case that short statement didn't make that obvious enough).

Here's my lovely view out my window where I can see all the extremely loud jack hammers at 6 in the morning. This picture was actually taken a couple hours ago. See those dark clouds to the south? See those dark clouds to the north? Well they had an accident and ran into each other right over NAU and spilled their guts (rain, hale, lightning) all over us. And they've been spilling for about 3 hours now.

And after unpacking in 30 minute intervals and during the night, I have something that resembles a room:

When it's complete expect a tour.

Room Collegemizing: The Conclusion

2006-08-20T00:53:00.000-07:00

As most stories go, there is a beginning, middle, climax, and conclusion. This epic story of my room and it's collegemication is no different.

Everything is going well. The very first items emerge onto the living room loading dock. Even Bobby Dylan showed up.

My room is still undergoing its transformation while at the same time manages to stay an utter mess. But ever so slowly, selected items are abducted. The room empties. Where have all the merry things gone?

We can consider this the climax.

Behold:
The storage room. Piled from top to bottom with all of my necessities such as coffee filters, printer cartridges, and pam. Also hidden somewhere in this disaster is a cat. Can you find hidden cat?

I reach a problem. All of this stuff needs to be transported over a hill and into a dorm room. The only solution I can think of is to throw it all in to pant boxes stolen from my work place, J.C Penney's.

So I did.

And I packed those boxes as tight as I packed my emergency extra toilet paper rolls.

And now my walls are blank.

And the storage room is yet again my sister's room with but an old tape deck and a fat cat.

So here we have it: the official after-shot. Though you might think not much has changed, you'd be surprised.

I now have a little more closet space.

And a whole one empty shelf. Maybe you're right, not much has changed. But don't forget, there is once major difference.

It'll be missing me.

This concludes the room collegemizing and step 1. On to step 2.

To NAU I go.

Room Collegemizing: 6 Days

2006-08-14T16:22:00.000-07:00

Start Log

Monday, August 14th 2006.

Status:

Less than 1 week to go.

Current condition:

Oh crap there's only 1 week to go.

Room state:

Practically the same as when I started.

Storage space:

Rapidly depleting after every shopping trip.

Possible reasons for getting behind:

The 4 A.M. to 12 P.M job at J.C. Penney where I stuff pants into already stuffed shelves.

The scary 4 page ensemble placement audition...I mean just look at it.

Paranoia of forgetting my sewing kit.

End log

The Exodus to Say Goodbye

2006-08-05T22:28:00.000-07:00

As if Argentina didn't have enough Americans, yet another is heading down to represent, yo. Sarah, a.k.a Sarah-non-jew, is heading down to become a second year senior in another country. In order to celebrate her departing, the fellow S.A.W decided to have a most excellent going away party. But a co-Dave-slave can't go away without the proper goodbyes, so we hopped in our cars, screamed a barbaric "Onward!" and charged to Tucson.

Sarah was extremely happy to see us for she doubted our SAWness and thought we all wouldn't actually come.

The SAWs, on the other hand, had a very long 2 hour ride and arrived a wee bit on the tired side.

But a quick dose of Sarah and we were all ready to conquer the world.

Or even play volleyball.

We consumed a smashing good all-American meal and sat around for awhile. Now, when you have lots of SAWs sitting around together we begin to change. We mutate into what others gawk at and exclaim, "How peculiar."

We become the SAWs we were at Music Camp. We become so much like our 3 1/2 week selves, that the following pictures may resemble old camp pictures. They are so similar, in fact, that you may start thinking that you are back at camp.

And of course you have to have the classic group picture.

The night continued with a refreshing down pour. It forced everyone who was at the party to get rather personal and fit into the not-a-refuge-from-lightning ramada.

Which of course prompted the never ending fun of cell phone pictures.

The party concluded and a portion of us Valley-o's headed off to Sarah's house to crash for the night. But this wasn't a simple feat. Getting to her house was apparently an "adventure" (according to Sarah). I thought this meant a rather intricate rout to her house involving lots of turns and weird streets, and oh boy was I right.

That night, I pioneered a mountain. In a mini-van.

We reached her house and enjoyed the view of all of Tucson. We entered what is now the absolute coolest house I have ever been in.

We roamed the house in total awe, pointing out how totally freaking big and nice it was. And then we went to her room.

Woah.

It even had a hammock.

And a cat that was totally in love with my feet.

After discussing for hours about how we want a house just like this and making fun of people in Sarah's yearbook, we crashed. And there was much rejoicing. Almost all through the night there was tons and tons of thunder and it poured pretty much the entire time. We woke up and it was still raining.

In the morning we all got up and had a look at her backyard.

Of which included her own personal canyon.

And her newly acquired river from the night's rain.

The view out her kitchen window was just as stunning. Now that would make me want to do the dishes more often.

So we got all our stuff together, said a hearty goodbye to the south bound Sarah, and began the practically vertical drive downward.

That coming up, is what we call an "edge". The road drops so fast that releasing the brake would send us barreling down going from about 0 to 40 in about .001 seconds.

Daniel and Rachel were doing their best to enjoy the ride and hang on for their life at the same time.

Weeeee.

We made it down the mountain and continued on to the greatest pancake and waffle house in the world. We ate up, groaned "Onward..." and headed back towards the valley of the sun. 'Twas certainly a fantastic trip

Bye Sarah

Oh No, Not The Desk.

2006-07-30T17:32:00.000-07:00

I'm plowing through my room day after day and I am seeing major progress, a total metamorphosis in the making. I wake up one morning, point at my desk, and say, "You're next."

The Desk:

The Pile:

The Plan of Attack:

The Miraculous Outcome:

pwn3d.

Room Collegemizing: Before

2006-07-20T20:58:00.000-07:00

And so the huge process begins. First I have to tear my room apart, filter the pieces into three parts: give away/trash, keep in room, or moving to my dorm. Almost everyone who is moving away to college must go through this and I for one find it to be rather fun. Especially the trashing of all the pointless crap from high school.

We can consider this the "before" shot. Just look at that horrendous mound of spontaneous crap.

Here we have another "before" shot. Now that my sister has left the country, I'm able to use her room as a store room for everything that is going up north. Soon this will be full of, well, my dorm.

One of the first missions is to clean out underneath my bed, a place that hasn't been explored for years.

Hey look what I found!

La hermana goes bye-bye.

2006-07-18T20:34:00.000-07:00

Today my sister departed for a far off land known to few as "Argentina". Apparently the people there are "Argentine" rather than my assumed "Argentinianish". Fascinating.

The men did the under-50-pound pulling.

Of course she could not escape without first some motherly advice...and some boyfriendly mischief.

And sadly it came to the goodbyes.

A wave and an "adios" and she was on her way.

Adios mi hermana mejor.

The Beginning

2006-07-17T21:56:00.000-07:00

My search continues for a blog that isn't a dead high school fad. I think I've finally found the place where I can easily post all my pictures amongst what ever I feel like writing. I think I've found a fit. Prepare to bookmark.