Getting Down and Dirty

A Victor Emerges

I am well pleased to announce that on Saturday the 25 of Sept. with the help of several friends (Team Swill) I competed in my first organized race.  Now for the shocker, wonder of wonders, with no encouragement from me, someone invented my perfect race. Hereafter known as the Dirty Dash, it consists of a 10K in mountainous terrain, (that's 6.3 miles people) various obstacles, and MUD!! Let me just say that as much as I enjoyed running around the neighborhood pushing Lucy and Will in the stroller, it did not prepare me as I had hoped it would. Yet it was awesome, really a fun experience. Official time 1:30:51!!  Andrea and the kids made it up just in time to miss our finish but I slugged through the last mud hole again for their enjoyment and photographic history. 

A Kiss For Mud Man

Team Swill

Wisdom on the Wall

Working in the world of construction it is often best to avert one's eyes when forced to use the outdoor plumbing (port-a-potty) due to the content on the walls. I was pleased to find the following on such a wall the other day. "When morality is removed from society, the world becomes sick, corrupt, and marches toward hell." author unknown. I searched online to find a source for such wisdom and came up with a big goose egg. Despite the lack of a profound orator, the phrase rings true. Ironically the individual that penned "your gay" under these words of wisdom only solidified the statement.

Bear Tracks & BTUs

So an eventful trip to see the folks in their corner of rural America is now over. We went out for the purpose of gathering the winter wood supply. It is really quite satisfying to take a trip into the forest, drop a magnificent old tree and reflect on the past generations who have participated in similar activities. Plus what guy doesn't enjoy wielding a large chain-saw to overpower nature. Also of note were the fresh bear tracks on the road as we pulled up to the ill fated tree. Exciting!!

Me making short work of the mighty Fir




The sign of the BEAR!!!

Also special thanks to Andrea for whipping up the finest authentic Italian meal ever served in Vernal. YUMs all around.

It Begins

So I have debated the need to join the lemmings in the blogging "leap over the cliff." As you can see I have lost the Unique Me argument, and I join the throng. I take comfort in the knowledge that according to Snopes.com the Lemming population cyclically builds to a point that in the search for new territory a mass exodus can result in a certain number of lemmings falling off of cliffs etc. Therefore as I enter previously unknown vistas I am in a sense a lemming, or is it lemm?