My Name is Yon Yonson. I come from Wisconsin.

Hey all,

Jake here, writing from Madison, WI believe it or not. Here's the scoop:

When I last saw many of you in NH in March, I decided to go to grad school at UW-Madison. Shortly after, I got offered a research job that would start early, during the summer. I didn't wanna pass it up, so I left Ecuador a month early, bought a car, and moved out to Madison. All's been going really good so far. My preconceptions of the midwest before coming out here were probably pretty similar to most of ya'lls - very flat, cold, and not particularly appetizing. Well it turns out Madison is a really cool town. It's small for a city, you can bike pretty much everywhere, its really pretty (there are 4 lakes within a 5 minute bike ride from my house - check it on google maps), good restaurants and bars aplenty (literally dozens of microbrews in the Madison area, you can get beer on tap at a coffeehouse), lots of young people (welcome change from a South American Andean stronghold), and there is even some climbing nearby! I'm living in a house with homebrewing roommates, a porch, and a backyard. So yeah, life is good. Work is really interesting - I'm working on a project called IceCube that is trying to detect neutrinos from outer space by drilling 6000 sensors in the ice at the South Pole, 2.5 km below the surface (icecube.wisc.edu). It's pretty exciting stuff, and I'm learning a lot of science and a lot about working in a big international collaboration (I have conference calls with Europe 2-3 times a week, nbd). Since I know you guys are all into the blog-savvy picture postage, figure I'll contribute a little:




Yeah, that just happened! Don't ask me what it means - in fact, those plots, which took me the last 6 weeks to make, are all wrong. All made with the wrong data. No worries though, the current plots have been churning on the computadora for the last 3 days and should be done soon. So it goes in science research...

I'm slowly making friends and settling in, have been hanging out a bunch with some other physics grad students (many of whom climb, strangely enough), people I met at the gym, and with my housemates a lot too. I've reverted to the respectable ranks of the gym rat (local climbing gym is pretty good), and have spent some solid time exploring the area and the town. Got out climbing twice, was quite fun (reminiscent of Ragged in CT), but midwesterners' idea of "terrain" is hilarious at best. I'd say comparing an Alaskan's idea of a mountain to a New Englander's idea of a mountain is about the same as comparing a New Englander's idea of a mountain to a Midwesterner's idea of a mountain, if that makes any sense.

Besides the day in-day out routine of going to work and hanging out at the terrace (read: collis porch, but ten times bigger, lakeside, and with 20 beers on tap), I had the pleasure of seeing Peter and Andrew during their speedy eastbound stop, and soon after of seeing Mike and Diana during their drive west. And, this past weekend I saw Flynn and Whitney tie the knot in California, among good company of 05s, 06s, 07s, and 08s that I hadnt seen for a while, as well as the one-and-only Andrew Palmer.

So come by and visit! I promise good cheese, good beer, and a couch to crash on. Madison is a fun town. Hope you all are doing great, and hopefully see ya around sometime? Also, I might have a few days off in mid-august if anyone's got some freedom and wanna try an adventure.

Take it easy,
Jake

Life After Retail

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July 1st was my last day working at Eastern Mountain Sports. I pray that that I will not find myself reopening that chapter of my life, ever, but it has happened in the past. But for any of you all who weren’t aware, between last fall and last month I spent living at home and working at EMS. Retail is pretty miserable, but does give generous time off, and I was able to take time to head up to Katahdin last January with Dom Winski ’09 and spend a couple of weeks in Ecuador with Jake Feintzeig ‘09. In case you weren’t sure, mountaineering is miserable.

Anyway, with a couple of weeks between jobs, Peter Shellito ’09, Alice Bradley ’11 and I headed off from New England and drove out to Boulder. Because, well, apparently Boulder, CO is simply the place to be. We crashed with Clara Chew ’09, despite the fact that she has no furniture to speak of, because Clara is awesome. But really, she has no furniture. Her living room has a love seat she found by some dumpster and her kitchen has a microwave but no toaster and enough plates and silverware for four people to eat at once, as long as they don’t all need knives.

Boulder welcomed us with two days of rain, so we could spend time with Andrew Palmer ’10 in his natural habitat: the climbing gym. There were famous climbers there. And plastic holds. And free bagels. It was like heaven. But once the weather cleared up Peter, Alice and I had to do some real climbing and got on the first flat iron. And I just want to remind you all that run out 5.6 slab, is still run out slab. Even if someone is soloing the route next to you in running shoes.

Then we coerced Clara, against her better judgment, to join the three of us on an alpine route in Rocky Mountain National Park called the Shark’s Fin. The climb involved hiking in the night before (Saturday) to bivy near the base of the climb, so Sunday we could be off the climb before noon lightning storms, and hike out that afternoon.

Despite all odds, the trip was actually going pretty well. Tying emergency bivy sheets around Clara’s sleeping bag kept her from freezing all night and in the morning we managed to make it to the base of the climb by six, and we were rapping off shortly after noon. The climb itself was awesome, despite plenty of loose rock. Really what climbing is all about for me.

Anyway, upon returning to the base of the climb we discovered that marmots had taken one of Peter’s boots, and both of Clara’s sneakers. Then Peter spotted three shoe shaped objects lying in the snow field below the climb. Apparently the marmots, after finishing with their new prizes, tossed them off the cliff to the valley below. Sadly, one of the objects was actually a rock, and Clara walked four miles out with one shoe. And then it rained. After every trip, convincing Clara to go on another seems to become a little more difficult.

We hung around boulder for a couple more days before heading back east. We joined Palmer, Lily He ’10, Dan Egan ’10 and Ellen Ludlow ’10 for some decent sport climbing outside of town one day and then Peter, Alice and I did a really amazing line on the Bastille in Eldorado Canyon, maybe the best 5.7 climb I have ever done. Peter and I drove back to Massachusetts while Alice continued on to Alaska. The drive back was exactly what one would expect a drive cross country to be, long and dull. We stayed with Jake for a few hours in the midst of the trip. He seems to be doing really well, and I hope to get a chance to actually check out Madison next time I pass through.

After getting back home I had a day to unpack, get a government ID, and repack before flying out to Alaska early the next morning. For the last week I have been here in Anchorage living with Anson Moxness ’11 and family, working with Alice’s dad at the USGS. I just found a room to rent so I can move out at the end of the week, as I feel bad to be crashing with Anson’s parents, who have been really wonderful.

My time in Alaska is going well so far, although I haven’t seen the sun since landing. There is a really nice climbing gym I have been going to after work, and plenty of mountains right outside the city. So far I have been getting around by bike, so I will need to rely on bumming rides if I want to check out much of Alaska beyond the city limits.

-Andrew

Hola from Boulder!

What's up everyone? Sounds like everyone's having an awesome time this summer, and it's been a lot of fun keeping up. Even after more than a month from gradumacation I honestly don't have a ton to add, but here goes:

After graduating, I headed home to visit with mi familia and see the newest addition to it, my niece Rylan. She's pretty freaking adorable, and all she does is eat and sleep. Not a bad life. Unfortunately I don't know how to upload pictures from my phone, otherwise I'd post a picture. Just imagine a human version of those lolcats pictures and you'd be pretty close. Swooooooooon.

So after a week at home, I met Lily in the Denver airport and headed back to Steveo's and Kiff's apartment, which is plush to say the least. I sleep on some nice couches, which rules, especially since this floor is air conditioned.By comparison, Kiff sleeps on a bed of crashpads on the third floor, which is approximately 7 million degrees. So that's pretty freaking awesome, and I definitely can't complain. Otherwise, I've been climbing a ton, all over the place. As Lily said, we checked out Rifle on our first weekend here. I don't have any pictures of climbing, but here's a clichéd campfire picture:

Fun stuff. Otherwise, we've been doing a lot of alpine bouldering to get away from the heat. A couple of weeks ago we checked out Rocky Mountain National Park, and Steveo tried hard on this thing Gobot, a badass V11 that's kinda hidden in a cave. Hopefully he'll crush soon.

Ugly, right? We've also been bouldering a lot in this place near Mt. Evans called Lincoln Lake... it's a new area that's just now being developed by all the strong dudes of climbing. And now for my name-dropping section. Since we've been here, we've climbed, hung out with, or seen people like Dave Graham, Daniel Woods, Kevin Jorgensen, Jon Cardwell, Jamie Emmerson, Emily Harrington, and Alex Puccio. It's absurd... like a climber's version of Hollywood.

Anyway, yeah - been climbing a lot. That aside, got a job at Movement, one of the four climbing gyms in town, and I usually spend most of my time alphabetizing waivers, entering them into a computer, and doing whatever chores my bosses tell me to. Good thing for that ivy league degree. Still on the lookout for the real job though, so we'll see how that goes.

So I guess that's it - I sleep on a couch, climb a bunch, work at a climbing gym, and spend my free time hanging out and trying to find a job. Did get to hang out with McCauley, Peter, Alice, Dom, Ellen, and Egan though, and this weekend I'm heading down to San Francisco to see Flynn and Whitney get hitched. Wo0t! Bunch of older alumni will be there too, so that'll be fun.

Anyway, looking forward to seeing everyone's updates! Hope you're all doing well.

Palmer

Bonjour from Switzerland!

HI 3D! Long time reader, first time writer. im in trient, switzerland right now. today we hiked fromf rance to switzerland. im on my second trip now, which is already going better than the first one. were doing the haute route from chamonix to zermatt. last trip we had a girl go home with shin splints, a doctors vist for numb toes, a girl with hives in her throat and a kid who sprained his ankle and had to sit out the alst few days. i also went to a doctor with the kid with sprained ankle and i talked in french. apparently it doesnt go away even if you try not to use it for 5 years. i missed 8 days of hiking (out of 15). good times. the alps are incredibly beautifuol though. huge mountains, lots of hiking above treeline, lots of nutella and cheese and speculoos (its dutch. it tastes like if you turned teddy grahams into the consistency of peanut butter). in other news, im going to be working at lakes of the clouds hut on mount washington from august 18th until september 15th. so you should come visit me if you arent gallivanting around colorado. also, they let me handle large amoutns of cash for some reason, which is very exciting (they have 200 dollar bills in switzerland). the hiking is seriously cool, but im ona ghetto ass public computer so i cant show any pictures. you just have to believe me. OH! and joe kubert`s cousin is on my trip. he looks like a skinny version of joe with brown hair. good times.

-Tom

(posted courtesy of the biz)

CB, CO so far: Bikes, Hikes, and the Gnarkansas!

Greetings from Mount CB! Erin lied, she doesn't actually live in Crested Butte proper, and for that matter neither do I, but I do sit in an office there for a good portion of the day. I'm interning at a tiny engineering firm that does mechanical and structural engineering for buildings with a focus on efficiency. When I get to work on actual projects, which I guess is a fair amount given I'm an intern, it's pretty cool, but I also get to scan files every so often when things slow down. The best part about the office though is that as long as you get your work done by the deadlines, you can work whatever hours you want. People regularly leave early or come in late to go on rides, or even go during lunch and come back. Methinks this would be a pretty good gig come ski season too..

But on to the real adventures, since there have been several! My first was discovering immediately after unpacking my life into my new apartment that my car had a broken axle, but AAA and a guy named Earl got me through that one pretty quick, and for much less moolah than I'd anticipated. As Erin said, we've been doing a lot of biking, which is still new to me but my wrists are no longer sore from braking compulsively after every ride anymore (just the long ones...). Although the folks at RMBL initially struck me as rather chubber-esque (sorry Erin!), I realized the error of my judgement (or maybe found the exceptions?) and warmed up to them pretty fast. Since the majority of the 7 other people in my office are approaching or past 30, in serious relationships or married with small children, the RMBLites are still kinda the only friends I've made, and have a refreshing intellectual side that isn't as common in town, where the predominant inclinations are to have a lot of fun, never grow up (this includes a lot of flair, which I do appreciate), and drink impressive quantities of beer.

The 4th also featured the wonderful CB parade, in which all of the RMBLites wear veratrim (not skunk cabbage, but I don't know the difference) leaves and proceed to be first to get sprayed by the CB fire department in the town-wide water fight. Deciding that I'd rather be a fake biologist than a lonely wallflower, I donned some leaves myself and joined the masses of chanting scientists. Luckily, beer was provided:

This week featured three great rides with Erin, one of which the famous 401 again, and today we finally summited our first CO peak. At a modest 12805' it wasn't quite the 14er we'd hoped for last weekend, but we were pleased nonetheless and had a fun (and buggy...) little adventure coming down a slightly more creative route..who said there were actual trails out here anyway? We got great views all around, including our first glimpse of Snowmass (the big one behind me in this picture!).

My other adventure this week was on Tuesday when I hit the road and drove over Cottonwood Pass--also the continental divide-- to meet Ellen at the Arkansas river in Buena Vista (usually pronounced boona vesta, or some such silly variation) to do some paddling. Levels are getting pretty low at least by CO standards--as in, the Numbers were at around 700 cfs as opposed to over 2000--so after taking a look at the rapids on the way up, we decided to go for it and do the famous class IV run. We put on in high spirits, enjoying the clear water and sunshine. The first drop, supposedly the most technical, was kinda creeky and definitely required some attention. The first incident hit about halfway through when Ellen got caught by one of the squirrely holes and proceeded to attempt to roll up on top of a rock. Blame the loose outfitting, not boating in 3 weeks, or both--we had our first swim, but Ellen executed it with impressive grace, never more than 5 feet from her boat and making it very easy for me to help her self-rescue. After some roll practice we proceeded on to a series of awesome rapids, which seemed to be the perfect balance of difficulty and fun--we both agreed that this level was just fine for us. Near the middle of the run, I started having a little too much fun punching holes and found a real winner that gave me a thorough thrashing. Despite my best efforts to hang loose and flush out, every time I rolled up I found myself surfing straight back into the sucker via the oh-so-convenient eddy I flushed into. I pulled my skirt, floundered around, and managed to reclaim my paddle and start walking downstream. I'm still amazed at Ellen's boat wrangling skills--as I walked my sorry, hyperventilating self down the river she successfully got my boat into an eddy and was waiting peacefully for me when I caught up. I noticed on my (perfect SRT technique) whitewater swim across the river that the hole had gotten the better of my right shoulder, but it was at a very tolerable level of pain so after a little breather to calm down we pressed on again.

At this point I was quite leery of even the tiniest holes, following Ellen rather tentatively. As we approached a horizon line with some ominous spray coming up from the unseen rapid below, I think we both realized that we probably should have at least eddied out to try and boat scout, but as the thought crossed my mind I saw Ellen going for it, skirting a big hole before entering a melee of foam. As I dropped in I saw her get flipped and soon after got a little roll practice of my own. Coming up (bow pointing upstream, oy vey) I saw that the loose hips of the all-star had failed Ellen again and seeing that she was well on her way to a nice looking rock, I mustered what gumption I had to get after the little red boat. Unfortunately, my boat chasing experience up until then was pretty much limited to Fartlands, and the gnarkansas is, well, not fartlands in terms of difficulty or familiarity. With the friendly, armada-bolstered cushion of Ledyard now decidedly yanked out from under my ass, I kept up the chase for a while. My thoughts alternated between fiery determination--OOH THERE IT IS C'MON GIT IN THE EDDY--and verging on freaking out--SH@$MONKEYS HANG ON, FRICKINF@#K EDDY OUT, SCOUT THAT RAPID! I came close to getting it a couple times, but always relented when I realized I had to turn my attention to the upcoming whitewater. I passed a spot that looked suspiciously like our takeout (it later proved not to be), worried about going too much further. Still a little shaken up by my swim and my own brush with the series of holes that had gotten Ellen, I soon got to the point where I was uncomfortably far from my partner, alone and quickly approaching "really freaked out" on an unfamiliar and rather demanding river. With a sinking feeling of failure I eddied out and pulled my boat up on shore, thinking that the car was just up the road and that we'd hop in and catch up to Ellen's boat, which really wasn't moving very quickly. Sadly this was not the case, and we ended up walking for a good 20 minutes, Ellen barefoot and I carrying my boat (and down to one contact after the right one ripped in half...whoops!). Unfortunately the only people who drove by were some old people from Arizona and a van for a spa company. By the time we reached Ellen's car, further pursuit was out of the question. We kept our eyes peeled on our way back to the put in for my car, and back in BV talked to some folks in the play park, none of whom had seen it come through.

As we reviewed the day, we realized a few things--first and foremost, while Ledyard has unquestionably provided us with a great learning environment to boat in, it has also sheltered us from what boating in the real world is like. That is, we didn't have the numbers or experience of a full Ledyard trip, both of which we're accustomed to relying on and which would have been quite helpful. We also learned that even when you're having fun and slaying rapids, it's ALWAYS a good idea--rather, a necessary one--to slow down, eddy out, and assess what lies ahead, especially when you don't know what it is! Despite the saga that our day evolved into, we both felt like the level of difficulty was one that we were comfortable running, but agreed that we got into trouble when we started to get overconfident and disregard the challenge that it was. Given that, we humbly took the river gods' slap on the wrist--thankful it was just that and not more of a punch in the face--and did our best to make it up to them, ostensibly through the consumption of multiple booty beers but also by absorbing the lessons learned.

After reporting the missing boat, we sought out the local liquor store. I managed to find a single can of bud light and Ellen, trooper that she is, went all out and got a true 24-oz man can of PBR, which she proceeded to drink in just 3 bouts of booty-draining gusto (1.5 of which I accompanied her for). We stocked up on gas and snakes before parting ways and heading for home.

Lo and behold, the next morning Ellen heard from the Arkansas river rangers, who had found the stray boat which is now awaiting her return in BV. Moral of the story: be safe, be careful, and drink your booty beers!

Hope everyone's still having good summers, and for goodness' sake come to CB, it's obviously where all the fun is at, AND I have a couch for you to sleep on!

-Laura

Anson Goes to Rural Alaska

So I finally made my way home up to Alaska and was working an oh so interesting 9-5 job in an office killing trees by the reamful until I got shipped off to Kokhanok, AK (population: small) to work on a wind turbine project that my company was contracted for.

I was mainly working on setting up all the underground stuff, so foundation, wiring to the grid, that sort of stuff. All hard construction, 12 hours a day, 7 days a week. My work involved a lot of shoveling, concrete mixing (we had a truck unlike those silly guys at titcomb who are doing it by hand), and jumping jacking (no not the exercise, instead using a compactor). When it wasn't windy the bugs came out like made, no skin could be exposed or else you were in trouble.

Here I am jumping jacking away...
Yeah not so much fun, though my forearms are much more ripped than before. Basically the thing bashes the ground at something like 13 times a second and I walk it around the dirt a couple times compacting it, then more dirt gets put on, then more compacting, it was pretty much an endless process. Luckily it wasn't as bad as our 17.5 hour day (we ended well after midnight) pouring concrete, all day, no lunch break. I barely had time to run to grab a snack out of my backpack. Luckily we only had two super long days like that.

Oh yeah did I mention it was beautiful?
Yeah seriously gorgeous. One day we got off early so I helped Paul (a local guy hired to help run the dump trucks and loaders and do general labor work) set his net out. There is basically very few ways for locals to make money, most rely on the PFD. You know that thing you make fun of Alice and I for, our free money. They get some food flown out (oh and gas is $7.25 a gallon, so you have to pay for that too). But a large portion of their food comes from subsistence fishing. So Paul and I set his net out and waited for the salmon to swim in...














I went to check the net the next day (another short day), but there were 4-6 foot seas off the lake so I risked losing the net all together. While we worked the next day, Paul's wife and son brought in 350 fish from just over a day and a half of fishing. Paul let me have as many as I wanted as it was more than enough for his family for the summer. He'll catch another 100 or so for the dogs.

I went over to his house to get some smoked fish before I took off to the big city. The first dry the fish for a few days outside (left), then throw it in a salt brine to preserve it and give it the taste they want, then finally put it in the smoker for at least two weeks (right).















After that the fish is good for the entire winter. Paul likes to go around when they are smoking and take tastes of the tips as they finish smoking. So I got a healthy dose of freshly smoked salmon.


So besides flying in food, you can get some food at the local Wal-Mart... well not so much a Wal-Mart. The general store was not exactly the place to look for low prices. It was $7.50 for my thing of Oreos, almost $9 for some peanut butter, and over $3 for a thing of salt that's normally around a buck. We also had a bustling post office. Open only on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays for about an hour after the mail plane arrives.















And since everyone seems to be posting photos of their great living arrangements here's mine. I lived in a one bedroom apartment with someone already in the bedroom. So I slept on a cot in the kitchen/dining/living room. We had zero counter space, a microwave, fridge, sink, and stovetop oven. We made a toaster out of old copper wire to hold bread above the electric stove... classy. Anyway no pictures of the inside, but here's the outside with my car I drove to work every morning. It got really cold sometimes (also note the batman sticker).

But after 3 weeks, I got to leave, but not after a short trip up to Lake Gibraltar for some great views. Oh right did I mention it was beautiful?

So now I'm back in Anchorage, probably won't go back to the office, might try to find a more fun job, though doubt I can this late for that short of time. McCauley just showed up tonight and is living at my house for a bit until he finds an apartment or something (He's working for Alice's Dad). I've seen Chelsea a few times (she's up in Sarah Palin country up north of me), but we're planning on driving down the Alaska Highway sometime in August. She seems to be doing well leading kayak trips around the Wasilla area. And Elar if you read this, call me when you get back to cell range and we'll have a beer when you get back to Anchorage.

if anyone else is headed up my way let me know. I will also probably be road tripping around out west with Tom C. at some point in September so I might see some of you guys then!

-answoon

Hello from the Butte (Crested, that is)

Hello from Colorado!

I hope you all are having an awesome summer so far. So far it sound like you've all been having an amazing time, which is great :)


I'm living in Gothic, CO, right outside of Crested Butte for the summer, working at the Rocky Mountain Biological Lab doing thesis research on rock snot (fascinating, I know) and working as a research assistant for one of my FSP profs. Work generally means wading around in streams all day, electrofishing (kind of like playing lacrosse with fish) and taking water and algae samples. Or on days like today, it means mountain biking to one of my sites, taking samples and biking back for the afternoon. Not bad.

RMBL kind of reminds me of being at summer camp all over again (with awkward summer romances, dining hall food and all) but the people are great and it's an absolutely gorgeous, awesome place to be. One of the best mountain biking trails in CB, the 401, is literally half a mile away from my front door, and makes for a great, long post-work ride.



Home sweet home! Sadly the cliff face in the background is unclimbable (apparently people have died trying, which is scary)


Laura Tabor and I have been mountain biking a lot and having some fun adventures on the weekends. This past weekend we went with some of my cabinmates to hike over Triangle Pass to try and climb a 14er in Conundrum Basin. Sadly weather kept us from actually reaching the summit, but it was a beautiful hike and we got to hang out in the hot springs in Conundrum basin with a bunch of hippies and yuppies from Aspen, including a guy who has probably been high since the '60s, and kept telling us how he'd recently figured out how to hear like a wild animal.



So if any of you happen to be in Colorado or anywhere else in the Wild West, come to CB to go mountain biking, hiking, climbing, whatever.

-Erin

Hello from Moose, WY

Hey everyone!

Just to start off, Julie, if you are reading this, I owe you an apology. You know how I gave you crap for living in "Moose, Maine"? Well, now I am actually living in a place called Moose, WY, so this is me putting my foot in my mouth. You now have free reign to give me crap. Bring it.

So yeah, I am currently all set up living in a national historic landmark near the visitor center and entrance to Grand Teton National Park. I am living in this building:

The place I am living used to be owned by Olas and Mardy Murie (famous early conservationists, look em up if you care) so people drop by all the time to look at the place. Its a little strange living more or less in a museum, and sometimes I do feel kinda like some sort of troll hanging around the place. But I do have the best view of the Grand in the entire valley, so I guess having to answer questions and give couple tours a week is a small price to pay for free housing...in a national park.

Besides working with the Murie Center, I am spending the rest of my working time with this dude Forrest and the Winter Wild Lands alliance. Forrest is real legit (Exum senior guide, calls himself "a packrafter") and I really believe in the work we are doing, so its been awesome. The main thing I am doing for them is working with the forest service to help them manage the Jed Smith wilderness area. Right now I am trying to get a sense of how much the skiing and the snow machine use has increased in the last 10+ years, so that we have a baseline to start with. I am also doing a bunch of other kinda random stuff, like organizing a "listening session" for a bunch of the outdoorsy people here. Everything I have done so far has involved meeting a bunch or really interesting people, and seeing what it means to actually do advocacy for real, so it had been a great experience so far.

Its not like I'm working that much though...I've been able to get out and play nearly every day, mostly mountain biking. While there are not trails from my door, within a short drive are at least 4 awesome areas to ride. The trails here are mostly smooth, with tons of banked turns and lots (and lots and lots) of climbing. So basically heaven for what I like to ride. One of the good areas is around Sno King:

Last week Noah was here, hanging out and waiting for his WV trip to start, so we hung out a bunch. Highlights include Noah looking like a gumby in running shorts and shoes and a woman's helmet when he rented a mountain bike. Also, Noah lifting random people onto his shoulders at a concert after he had a growler to himself earlier in the evening. His antics got him deemed "king of the stain balls".
I also hung out with this guy:

Forrest's dog Wister, who is something like 15 yrs old, and has skied (well, ran down...) more peaks in the Tetons than most locals.

Well thats about it from my end. I'd love to hear more from all you guys, and, if at all possible, YOU SHOULD COME TO THE TETONS! Because its beautiful here:


Talk to you all soon,
-Tom

Dom

Hey everyone,

Lily just told me about this blog, so I thought I'd drop everyone a line and let you all know what I've been up to.

So as you all probably know, I've been at UMaine for the past year for grad school. Living in central Maine and doing more earth science hasn't been particularly exciting, but it hasn't been bad either. Learning about glaciers and climate is interesting and I still make a point of leaving every weekend for trips into the hills.

Easily the best part about being at Maine is that they think sending students around to lots of places is important. So last year I went to meetings in Woods Hole, MA, San Francisco, and Winter Park, CO. Since my thesis deals with how the energy balance at the snow surface affects the snowpack and melt rate of glaciers, I had to go to Alaska last month to take a bunch of measurements. I spent a whole month on the Kahiltna glacier which is the easy standard route for climbing Denali. So it turned out that I got to climb the bottom 2/3 of Denali several times and even though I missed the good part of the climb, I got to do a little rock climbing and mountaineering on some smaller stuff around base camp.

Since I've been back from that I spent a week dealing with gear and organizing my data followed by a week with my family which mostly consisted of eating tons of free food. The latest is that I just spent a week in Boulder visiting Clara, Lily and Palmer and doing some laid back hiking and climbing.

For the near future, I'll be in Maine from now until mid November aside from a couple weeks in late August when I go to the Beartooths in Montana for school. So if anyone is going up that way, let me know. I'm decently close to Acadia and Katahdin. Then I'll be in the middle of Antarctica through all of our winter (their summer) before coming back and hopefully finishing my degree by May.

It's great to hear about how all of you are doing. I hope lots of good things happen to all of you in the near future.

Dom

Since you been gone

Hi '10s, and others who may be reading this!

I'm not going to lie, everyone's adventures in Alask-arado-fornia sound pretty exciting and like lots of fun. (Lily, if you trap a pika and smuggle it back east for me I will drive Teo down to NY to see you!) But don't worry, I'm here holding down the fort in Hanover. Some updates from the Soph's summer: the entire food court building is closed, disaster! The front door is plastered with about eight signs, the biggest of which says "WHERE WILL I EAT?" with some informative suggestions. The college has negotiated free passes to Storr's pond for all students, but has also completely banned swimming at the Ledyard docks. S&S installed some pretty heavy duty "danger no swimming" signs that are sunk solidly in cement. The signs have transmogrified to read "danger, rhiNOs swimming." The college has yet to formulate an appropriate response plan to prevent needless deaths of innocent students at the hands of the Northern River Rhino.

Right after graduation Ben and I spent a couple days in Laconia and took in the sights and sounds of Bike Week at Weirs Beach. Then we took off for the Canadian border and then chubbered our way down 50 miles of the Long Trail. It was hot and quite muggy and buggy, but I hadn't been on a real backpacking trip in a long time and after TITS, finals, and senior week some nice long days of exercise were long overdue. The crown peak of that section is Jay, and we hit it right around sunset as the last gondola full of sightseers was heading back down. To see a longer account of the trip, please refer to our new blog, famousinternetlongtrailhikers.com.

The day after we got back I started work on Titcomb cabin. We first had to get rid of all the debris from the old cabin, so we spent several days digging holes and then filling them with bricks and broken concrete. We've also finished peeling all the logs out at the O-Farm, placed 8 cardboard tubes in the ground to fill with cement for the cabin's supports, and canoed 3,360 pounds of concrete (this is exact) out to Gilman Island. We should get our official building permits tomorrow, and then the fun really begins: we get to float the logs downstream to the island and start building! If you're interested in seeing some photos and following the cabin as it progresses, you can actually read more about it here.

My plans for the 4th of July weekend include a pre-festivities Whiskey War Canoe expedition on Saturday, a day climbing at Cannon, and then a night at the Lodj where an enthusiastic alum has created a life-size vinyl banner of the old Tip Top house to be put on the summit.

Headed off to see Toy Story 3, finally, can't wait to hear more from everyone!



Kate