That’s cool but if my friends ask where you are I’m gonna say

This kind of goodness has gotten so easy the family is bored and wants to go to Italy. #FWP.

Cinder blocks are not something ever known to be in short supply in Rocky Point?

Little tailgate before watching the Eagles. I appreciate the sports bar and the Sam’s Club more than any other americanization

I named the DH runs. This one is Speckles

And this is Spots; it has four booters

Low tide brought a 6-ft shelf in the estuary

Hard to see, but this bird’s beak was as big as its body

i dont know what this was, but I’m glad it didn’t eat me

butterflies everywhere

Soy es Alejandro

We have this new family psyche song

and we went up to Flagstaff to prove it

Bear Jaw – Abineau Loop

do you see the Grand Canyon?

Drove down Oak Creek Canyon the next day, to show everyone Hangover. Beckie and the kids have never seen anything like this masterpiece. The awe motivated all of our tired legs, mostly enough balance. Alana and I both were getting woozy on the backside. Can’t believe I cleaned as much of this as I did last time in about 2010, I’ve ridden so little gnar since my knee surgery.


To keep the hiking small after yesterday, we crawled the truck 3 miles up Schnebly Hill to the Cow Pies lot in the background, and after I hiked back up the road for the vehicle. That sucked.

Dip in Oak Creek under Midgley Bridge

Vecinos

After the emotional drain of the election, and the uncertain next steps in TrumpLand, we might just stay here.

Innate talent for color-coordination.

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Beckie and Alana on the SUP, out with dolphins

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look close on the right

Spotted this riding into the estuary. It looks like singletrack, no?

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looks instead like feral dogs or coyotes

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someone’s pet did not die well. Was he a member of the pack, a victim? The sunbleached collar with no tag was as deep as i got into the backstory. The toenail still had the quick on it, until i picked it up.

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The moon this weekend was the biggest in 70 years, and it sucked the tide out so fast everything was tacky with saltwater. I lost myself for a while just working along the reef.

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G gave the PhatCat a try. The crazy lighting is the sunset ahead and the supermoon exactly behind. It should be darker at this time.

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G noted how much work is fatbike.

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Semana Santa

First Easter in Mexico!
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started with a 2 hr ride through the Morua Estuary.
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I stayed on the vegetation, til the Death Mud pushed me back up over the dunes
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Still had a better day than this sea lion
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eggstravagant deggorating
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Alana’s
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Genevieve’s
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Beckie’s
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mine
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the face of 6 weeks of severance pay
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dogbutts!
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Egg hunt!
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the girls wanted to try the skimboards, and soon learned why they have been leaning against a wall for the past 10 years
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2014 Xmas Break

Started with G doing a 31min 5k
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and Alana doing the kids run, with G helping her
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didn’t stop the whole way!
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getting her medal for 2nd in her age
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next day was a 10 mile ride around Granite Mtn at Brown’s Ranch. Their longest dirt ride yet.
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xmas a day early, so we could hop in the truck and chase a storm
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Xmas at Wolf Creek! The Snow Gods gave us 3 feet in 2 days!
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matching Zephyrs!   20th anniversary present, 2 years later.
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about to take our first-ever run together!
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day 3: Alana rides the lift by herowndamnself
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leaving the parking lot
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Xmas night we got dinner from 1) a convenience store and 2) a bad chinese restaurant. The next day was 15inches of fresh, and high of 9. It was still so empty and dumping we never left the front side and never stopped making first tracks. I got buried up to my chest too many times, each crash tunneling in and choking on powder, burrowing, drowning, mist and panic clawing into me clawing 20 feet back to the trail, dazed at being so near death next to the groomers.  Still, after their classes at 7 degrees and whiteout, the girls were stoked for the first family run altogether!

G: (me sliding by her class) DAD! save time for a run with me!
Me: ok! save some energy!
G: you know me, I’ve always got energy!

Me(me sliding by her class) Holy shit, are you riding the big chair?!
Alana: *coolly* yes

I like snooping on them every few runs, cuz apparently I am doing something right.

12-25 – G and Lana both did great
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12-26. Alana’s kind instructor made Genevieve…so…very…angry!!!!!
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Riff-Raff Brewing Company. Another Pagosa Springs front-street house turned into something kewl!
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Saturday after xmas is the most crowded day of the year at Wolf Creek, and we were all tired of freezing up on the mountain.

High Country Lodge tubing hill
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San Juan River Walk
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NYE in Mexico. G hitting one of my trials. 
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Parenting for gnarness
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several of these
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treasure hunt!! Alana typically anti at the start of anything.
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chasing Alana on a 20 involves too much effort to take pictures. They found a cup at the CEDO.
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I prepaid that morning, and had them insert this clue.
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surly no longer
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sprinting…chasing…gasping after Alana’s bike til they found the next clue.
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that thar book lernin’  be payin’ off 
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Bird Island hike
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another trials ride at Danger Dip. atv’s are for wussies.
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Kittens, Hairballs, Byron!

First time in 9 years Byron and us shared the house together! It was awesome. we fixed shit, worked on the roof, he taught the girls to fish. About 5 min with each of them in a kayak and they were pulling food out of ocean. That’s some uncle-tastic magic right there, yo. We went for a ride too! Byron’s first fatbike esperience, i drug him through dunes and over jumps and up Whale Hill and things he’d never seen in our 10 years owning the place together. That’s riding-buddy magic right there, yo.

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The day for braiding finally came, and it was magnificent. Maria’s hands spun 40 frequency a minute.

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Which was still not fast enough for Monster the Lesser

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Mittens and Cookies are still alive!!!

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What do you say about vacation pets?

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hors cat!!

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G on her first solo paddleboard

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Alana and G on their first solo paddleboard

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if ur not hiking the view’s probably not worth it

Low tide this visit was 6am and 6pm. The town and beach were teeming with touronistas, so I headed out on the fatty catty to the Morua Estuary, to see sights that between the tides and seasons are usually underwater.

The sandbar was currently forming a relatively deep tide pool, with a steep slope on its edge. Made for a nice off-camber challenge. Next morning I rallied the family to hike ~20 minutes from the end of the road out to it for a swim. You could jump off the slope in the background and land in 4 feet of water – not a feature you normally get ’round c’here.

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The sandbar at the mouth of the estuary has a cool reef at the end of it, that my kids call Bird Island. We last went here 2 years ago in winter. We hiked about 30 min there at sunset the next day.

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I don’t understand why 200 pelicans don’t just turn and eat one little girl? The dune in the background is about 100 feet tall, and has a few ribbons of gravel that run through it, such that you can ride much of the way from the beach to the top, and then whoop back down.

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It was not all so simple.
We’ve had these cats, who we’ve been feeding for awhile.
and we could not say no to another cat, or 2

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Mittens and Cookies spent 4 days nosing their way in, fleeing, coming back, and regretting it, and making us feel awkward and ugly and unwantable. They decided they did not want to be house cats. Yet flush with estrogen and a weekend of no-adoption fees throughout most of Maricopa County, we succumbed.

Welcome Crumb!

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Illiteracy == Quality Parenting

An ironic statement, given Scottsdale Unified School District’s budget cuts will lead to half-day Hump Day all next year and drive many of us to Charter schools. But so true a statement! Reading takes sooooooo much time. One of my all-time most favorite pleasures in life is to read a book and get drunk on the beach, but i am a far better tinyFather if i don’t bother.

We did a lot of riding, swimming, eating, building fences out of zombie-killing plants, and suburban hooliganism. I read about 40 pages of a trashy novel, and that was too much time out of our busy schedule of aggressive relaxing.

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we love baby horse!

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donut know if it was the Spring high tide pushing the fish into the shore, or mating season, but the pelicans went off all weekend long

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closeups were impossible, every time i moved in they drifted out. I tried and failed for 3 hours…

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the pelican attack breaks down like this: drive into the wind, lean back so the wind inverts and pushes you down, all the while never taking your eyes off the target

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This is Cookie. He and his sister Mittens have been playing us since last summerI love you touch me. I hate you go away. I love you and i hate and love your touch. go away and touch me. i am a cat.

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After they devoured 2lbs of shrimp tails, we left them with a quart of milk a bag of catfood and a promise we will bring them home if they last til Memorial Day.

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Weekends in Hell IV: RP

so far, so surprisingly awesome. ask me again on 8-15 how I feel…

May 31 – June 1
picked kids up from school on bikes for shenanigans in the golf course sprinklers, water fountains, golf course lake. ghetto is fine with us if its wet.

Saturday: more keepin it realz at Wet & Wild, stared at lots of boltons and tats. 
Sunday: paddle Lower Salt with Sam Schoch, the Phx lowclass summer trifecta!

June 7-9
Friday: When was the last time you ran under sprinklers? Whatever your answer, its been too long. it doesnt take a child to show them the light, it takes a father who wants their kids to not complain about the heat to trip into facilitation genius. Saturday: Scottsdale Might Mud Mania. Sunday: Pool at the gym and hot tub.

June 14-16
Wet and Wild after school, 3…count them…3 swim\parties, then we all slept late hid inside and cooked on father’s day.

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June 21 – last-time-til-soccer-season-ends beachtrip

weather

2 powder days in the estuary

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G gets a turn with the SLR
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high tide after the solstice
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little blond shovelers
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ducks
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Los caballeros parked their horses in a copse of trees behind our house.

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I’ve never seen him do that before. Fortunately we had a pile of carrots we’d been hauling up and down the beach all weekend trying to feed them.  Some backstory – the kids were out in the water both days the horses came by, and lamented their lonely horses, after missing them last trip as well. Such wpp, 3 whole months without duddy and mummy buying them pony rides. A black kitten with white mittens 2 days in a row appeared in our kitchen, G spoilt it with milk dubbed it Mittens the Kitten. Struck she was with prepuvettant hormones.

Our last night i came a’flying down the beach, exploding my calves in my toe-shoes after 2 days of running and climbing dunes and paddling with flippers, upon rendering myself hobbled for 3 days i cried thusly ‘the british are coming!‘  i had 6 minutes to find that line, and i thought – on the whole – it killed. I even fake-panted while i croaked it out a final time.

Beckie cracked the tiniest hint of a smile, at least my devastated reaction to her reaction led to a 15 minute civics lesson for the kids.  The horses still weren’t there. They got so busy with their other colonies, the sun did set on the British Empire, we were out of beer, and had a lot of seafood and salsa back at the house.

good irony

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