Okay, well not really 10 hours, but it feels like it, and any excuse to quote a line from the Butter Battle Book (best doctor seuss book ever) is a good excuse. Sorry about not updating in a while, i just never really felt like it when i had the time and when i did feel like it i was busy, but Pete so gently reminded me that i need to update my blog (and i quote: "UPDATE YOUR BLOG. DON'T KEEP ME IN SUSPENSE."), so here goes.
I don't think i ever wrote about Lundi Canyon. It is down by Yosemite, and has got to be one of the most beautiful places i have been to yet. It wasn't as spectacular as Yosemite but it had some really awesome rock, tons of waterfalls all over the place, and at the top of the canyon were the Sierras. There is something about the being in the Real Sierras (no, Mt. Rose is not really in the Sierras, at least that is what my book on the Geography of Highway 395 says, and in my opinion the Sierras don't really start until Bridgeport). My boss was the one who told me about the place and he never goes back to the same place twice because he thinks there are just too many beautiful places, but this was one place he said he would return to if that means anything. The only problem was that at the top of the crazy climb up by this waterfall, i enter this huge basin of rocks and lakes, probably at 10,000+ feet, and what do i see, tons of day hikers all over the place, even old women and little children. (oh yeah, one other thought, my boss had told me he made it up to the first lake with his wife (he called the steep part by the waterfall the part that seperates the men from the boys, maybe the pictures will show this, i don't know) so i had to one up my boss, so i went up another 1000 feet or so the top of this ridgeline just to see what i could see, ha) That was when i realized that there was a really easy way into the basin, like a three mile hike (in the pictures you can kind of see the trail, but it looks more like a road) from the road going into Yosemite, but oh well, i was hardcore and did it the right way, and if i go back i will go over the pass further to the right, where sain people just don't go. I guess on monday i can try to upload some of the pictures. I was going to title that entry finding the Sierras part 1, on the false assumption that i would be returning, but the fates conspired against me and i haven't been back yet, and it doesn't look like i will, as each weekend is eaten up with other activities (as equally fun, and probably better because they are with or for other people and not just for my own selfish needs)
I also went over to San Francisco for Rudy's birthday and because Zaynep was leaving to go back to Turkey. He is only going to get to see her like two more times over the next year until they get married next summer in Turkey, but they will make it.
I moved out of the McQueen house in July and moved into my Brother's old house, the Katherine house. We finally just got the internet so that is why this is getting updated. Ryan, from the rifle team from the other house, and Dan Gingold and his little brother Steve are all moving in, so it should be pretty exciting, hopefully there isn't any drama. I figure everybody will either be with their girlfriends or busy with school that there shouldn't be much time for drama, but you never know.
One part of moving into the new house was that my mom wanted to remodel the kitchen and bathroom. We are finishing up on the kitchen tonight and who knows when we will get to the bathroom, but the kitchen looks awesome. My Uncle Ed, who is a real contractor, came down and pretty much did the whole thing for us. I guess he has come to the rescue a few times before when he has heard my mom was going to be doing any sort of work on the house because he just couldn't bear to see it done badly. He is awesome though, just amazing to watch. Also he opened over 24 beers over the course of the week, but the key is he did it with a different tool each time, it was really cool. The other funny thing was that at the Pasta Mill when the kid asked him if he wanted water, he responded "waters for washing your feet." It was great. At some point i will see about getting the pictures my mom took and posting them.
Lastly (i think, more stuff that has happened will probably come back to me later) Mary and i went up to see A Midsummer Nights Dream up at Tahoe. It was really nice, we made a little picnic and i bought a picnic basket and we sat on the beach and ate food and went for a swim. The play was done really well i thought, but that doesn't mean much. It was the first part of Mary's birthday present and she seemed to really enjoy it so that was nice. Tahoe can be very romantic if you want it to be, and someday i will actually learn how to make it that way.
Pretty much i have been working a lot, trying to ride a lot (i messed up my knee running so i had to go get physical therapy for the last few weeks, but it seems to be all better now, but i couldn't run for the longest) dreading school starting in a week. I am just not excited yet. Honestly i just don't want to see snyder because of how bad i did in his class, i am ashamed of the quality of work i turned in and i don't want him to think less of me. I think i am kind of tired of the book work side of school, hopefully the senior design class will actually have some real engineering in but that might be a lot to ask from UNR. But i am really excited to start shooting again, i have one more year to beat Mary's record of 1144 (I shot 1143 at nationals last year, but best yet) but maybe i will just let her keep the record, or at least that will be my excuse when i don't break it.
Oh yeah, one other funny incident. Two of the people i work with, Becky and Adam are both leaving the NSBDC so we had a going away party for them. To make a long story short, i got trashed on "Strong" Island Ice Teas, somebody put a bunch of salt and pepper shakers and drink glasses in my bosses backpack, he pours them out on the table, breaking about half of them, we are loud, noisy, obnoxious, and just having a good old time while everybody else at the Silver Peak was trying to have a nice quite dinner (picture back and forth from the bar to whatever table has empty chairs, repeated over and over again), as we were leaving this little greasy kid (looked like milan heninger, just not built, shorter, and with a pony tail) comes down and tells us (six of us, two of us are on the Stanford football team (i am not really sure where they came from, i think they were mark's friends), and my boss the Marine) that he didn't appreciate the mess we left and wanted us to be quite. Now, he was probably correct in everything he said (i don't really remember this, i only learned of it the next morning when we were all sitting in the office suffering together) but there are certain times when you just don't say certain things. I guess Mark walked up to the guy (and Mark is not a fighter) and said "these two guys are with me (pointing back to the two football players) so if you want we can go discuss this somewhere." At this point my boss rode (we had both ridden our bikes) with me over to my house. Let me tell you, that was a really rough ride, lucky for me i had both lanes to try to stay in. I ended up laying on the grass in front of the house for quite some time.
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