I've been quite delinquent about keeping this updated. Haven't taken many photos or gone on any exciting trips; building a bathroom isn't exactly a must-read journal entry topic, either. That's life!
Logan was 76 lbs when I took him to the vet 2 weeks ago; I'm guessing he's pushing 80 lbs by now, and he just turned 7 months old! He's still got a bit more growing to do, and those estimates of a 100+ lb little horse seem to be accurate. Unfortunately, he's been having some issues with one of his shoulders. I am hoping it is just a muscle strain, but if it keeps reoccuring I will need to get him x-rayed to check for "OCD". I'm not going to bother spelling the acronym, but it is essentially a flap of cartilage in the shoulder that rubs against the rotary cuff. I'm really REALLY hoping this is not the case, but if he doesn't show more improvement (he is limping less but it comes and goes), I'll get more worried. Surgery will probably cost $500. Oh well, gotta do what I gotta do!
I almost came home with another puppy a couple weeks ago. His name is Griz, and he is a shepherd (probably Australian) and husky mix, 4 months old. Think of a fluffy, wolfy looking puppy with those rottweiler eyebrow markings. So spunky, so cute! If he was potty trained, I would have gotten him so Logan could have a buddy. However, it would just be too difficult while I have to work right now. Plus, I want to wait until Logan stops chewing on expensive stuff (my kitchen chairs, sleeper sofa, hiking boots, merrell shoes... He has good taste I suppose) and I can keep him out of the crate.
I haven't taken many photos lately, but it's a shame I didn't have my camera on a few occassions at work. I had just told the guys I work with that I hadn't seen a Golden Eagle in the park since 2003, when it was on the side of the road eating an elk carcass (keep in mind, golden eagles are HUGE - larger than bald eagles, I believe)... lo and behold, Tate and I are driving by Moraine Park and there's a huge golden eagle sitting in a dead tree! It then spread its wings and soared off. Just a week or two ago, we were rebuilding tent pads at Glacier Basin Campground and were driving down Bear Lake road when we saw some tourists on the side of the road. Usually, that means deer or elk, but we had a feeling this could be good. So we pull over...and I see this little black thing running around, at first I thought of a marmot, but that would be silly... Then I saw another little black fuzzball... being watched over by a BIG cinnamon fuzzball... It was two TINY bearcubs and their Mama!! And oh my god, I was making all the girly noises in the world, "They're so cute! Oh my gosh! They're soooo FREAKING ADORABLE!" I almost made myself nauseas. The cubs must not have been more than 4-6 weeks old and were frolicking around, while their cinnamon colored mom just hung out and watched. Then, the two little buggers climbed up a tree! And when I say climbed up a tree, I mean at least 50 feet! We lost track of them until at the very top we saw their little black bodies perched on some limbs of the lodgepole. I have only seen one bear in the park EVER, and I had never seen bear cubs that small. Such a bummer that I didn't have my camera, but I've carried it loyally ever since. Which is probably why I haven't seen anything exciting. :)
Work-wise, we had taken a break from our comfort station to do the campground rehab, which felt good to carry heavy things (logs), swing a sledgehammer and run a chainsaw. Then, we had to move concrete picnic tables - and at 1200 lbs per table, it was quite a circus. We had to move them from one place to another, haul out the old wooden ones, and just load after load... They are so heavy, we had to use a loader or the "SkyTrak" fork lift to move them. This forklift isn't just any forklift - it's a military issue 65 ft tall skid steer forklift. It's a freaking dinosaur, but it serves its purpose... and I had fun running it. These stupid picnic tables couldn't just be picked up and set down, either; the bolts are kept loose to keep them from breaking, so they had to be squared up and leveled, which was an annoying process of picking it up, shoveling out the pad, putting it down, checking it, picking it up again... And of course, it's at the most popular picnic area in the park, and school bus after school bus dropped the munchkins off and we had to work around all the chaos. Fun fun.
This week, back at 617 (our bathroom), I spent 1 1/2 days just sanding down the frame for our skylights. It really shouldn't take that long, but they weren't sanded before they were INSTALLED... so I was on scaffolding that was too tall for me to stand and work on the wood, but too short for me to sit. Half stooped over, craning my neck up and holding the sander over my head; sawdust all over everything as my neck, shoulders, arms, and wrists protested. But they look good and I can sleep well at night, knowing I did something good. (Yes, that's sarcasm.) I think we may start putting windows in soon. Originally it was supposed to be done by... tomorrow... but obviously that's not even close to happening. One of our new employees has a lot of experience and has some ideas that will hopefully help the next ones go quicker, and cheaper.
I had my fire refresher on Thursday, and my physical and pack test are coming up soon. It felt good thinking about the upcoming season, and the fact that I am the only one in special projects with a red card. Hopefully that means I'll get to go out more than once. One of the case studies we watched was coincidentally about a fire that my friend (who was also in the class) went on last year, the Little Venus fire. She was with the lookout, and there had been serious communication problems - so severe, that a crew was hiking up a canyon, right towards a huge raging fire that had blow up. She watched the fire and they couldn't tell the firefighters to NOT come that way; they were scared to death that they were watching them die. The firefighters in the canyon did end up deploying their shelters and survived two intense waves of fire, but nobody ever wants to use their shelters, EVER. If you have to deploy, something went seriously wrong. Last year, 7 firefighters got burned over and died, 4 died of vehicle or aircraft, 1 died from a snag, 3 died of heart attack. This season is already starting off pretty severe, with fires in New Jersey, Georgia, Florida, Minnesota, the southwest; even Michigan had one that my friend was sent out to from here. Tim was supposed to go out with the Hot Shots, but they went 2 days later than he could've gone and been back in time for his backcountry project.
Lots of partying this holiday weekend. Friday night was a great band. Would've danced, but I literally pulled a calf muscle dancing LAST weekend. Gotta remember to warm up first, apparently! And I wasn't the only one that walked awayinjured from that bluegrass. Yesterday, Mark and Amiee had a keg party, complete with a bonfire and horseshoes, elk and antelope meat, and us girls indulged in some gin and tonic. I brought Logan and he had a jolly old time, playing with the other dogs, drinking beer (hey, I told my friends he was underage... they laughed) and eating elk bones. The amazing thing is that he really hasn't seen many little kids, but my friend's 1-2 yr old baby walked around and Logan came over to check him out, sniffled him a little, licked his head... and kindof started guarding him! Logan still isn't that big into strangers - not mean, not afraid, just doesn't pay them notice - but he followed this kid around, never got too rowdy, just was fascinated with him. It was pretty darned cute, and everybody was impressed with Logan. I'm glad I have a dog that can hang with the best of them. :)
Tim and I went on our first motorcycle ride together yesterday as well. We went from Estes, down 7 to 72 to Nederland, then east over to Boulder, then back up to Estes. He told everybody I "kicked ass" on my bike. Hey, I think every time I make it home in one piece, I must've done something right. :P
I started physical therapy for my tendonitis in both my elbows, and for my chronic back pain. Of course, he had to evaluate me... which means he had to make me hurt in as many ways as possible. Seriously, I left that appointment so sore, I had to go home and take a pill and a nap. I have the Park's new official chainsaw class for 2 days next week. They are making it so ANYBODY that wants to use a chainsaw MUST take a class. There's a lot of controversy and general upset about the whole thing. I do think everybody should take it; I've worked with MANY old guys that say, "Oh I've run a saw since I could walk! I know what I'm doing!" And then watch them do some of the stupidest most unsafe things ever. At the same time, this class is different from the fire chainsaw class, and fire is all pissy about us not taking THEIR class. Their class is all about cutting trees on the fireline; it has nothing to do with logwork, or felling around buildings. I get to teach a few minutes of it, apparently; get to talk about "east coast vs west coast" felling. Too bad I haven't dropped a tree since last October. Yes, I miss it big time...
Oh, and I am designing the t-shirt for special projects this year. See, my life is just full of excitement lately, isn't it?! :)
Well it's way past my bedtime, looks like Tim and I are going for another motorcycle ride tomorrow. Good night!
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This is old stuff, but finally here is my Trail Log for Bandelier. I did find this cool site that has a link to a Google Earth interactive satellite map of the canyon, on which you can even see the trail.
Yapashi Pueblo and Stone Lions: (16 miles round trip) The majority of the trail was relatively easy going across the mesa-top, predominantly through gamble oak and ponderosa pine - that is, once you finish the short, steep hike from the canyon bottom to the top; and if you ignore the gruelling hike down and up the Alamo Canyon - TWICE. ;) Since the mesa is so large and relatively flat, there really isn't much to see in the way of spectacular views either. Additionally, I can see it being very very hot and intensely sunny come late spring and summer. Even in early April, it is usually nasty hot making sunblock and plenty of water necessities. Of course, rain and snow accompanied me on most of my hikes and I kept my waterproof Trails Illustrated Map in hand (or overhead, I suppose!) as an umbrella. The smaller canyons that cut across the mesa were lush little pockets of water, shrubs and trees, and were a good warm up for the steep and intimidating 900 foot decent down the rock stairs of Alamo canyon. The view alone from the top was awesome, this deep canyon as a steep, long gash through the broad, flat mesa. What goes down the canyon, must go up, and the trail was less intimidating but still covered the same elevation gain on the other side of the canyon. Then, it was more gently undulating hiking until you come upon the Yapashi Ruins. It is eerily obvious where these unexcavated ruins are, as these tall, gangly cactii ONLY seem to grow where the ruins exist. With their many skinny "limbs", the cactii almost have a human form, and it's as if they are the ghosts of the inhabitants of past. I couldn't help but be extra respectful while feeling as if the cactii were watching me! Old painted pottery shards, obsidian as pure and uniform as glass - some of it chiseled to a point - as well as other indications of their civilization littered the ground. People had also obviously gathered artifacts that they found on top of a reconstructed wall. A short hike past this, and the Stone Lions, carved out of rock and still recognizeable despite extensive weathering, lay side by side inside a rock circle. I hiked this trail pretty fast (got sick of getting rained on) and it took me I believe 5 hours. I did enjoy this trail and the nice surprise it is to come upon this huge canyon and then the ruins. Anybody with a long day should check it out! And I didn't see a single soul on the entire trail - always a bonus. :)
Kasha-Katuwe Tent Rocks Canyon Trail and Cave Trail (3 miles for canyon; 1.2 for cave): Tim and I discovered this little National Monument by chance, after off roading down from Bandelier, south to some unknown destination. The canyon trail skirts alongside the tent rocks and then dives right into a narrow little slot canyon. Some of the ponderosa that somehow managed to steady themselves in the ever-changing wash have battled the erosion around their roots - leaving often 4 feet or more of exposed roots that lie above the sand. These roots have become more like the trunk and lie at strange angles in an effort to butress the tree. Since I didn't really take many photos, and Tim hasn't developed his yet, click here for the photo gallery from the BLM.
I also had hiked the Jemez Falls trail, and explored around the Dept. of Energy land; probably another 6 miles. Yes, my hiking season is off to a SLOW start.
