July 7, 2014

Pre-Race Camping, Steamboat Springs

Friday June 27
Jason and I went out for a 20 min jog in the morning before we packed up the car and headed out.  It was the first run I'd been on in 9 days.  Oops.  Our car was jam packed with all our camping gear, food, potty, 3 adults (J, M, Pops), 2 kids/car seats, toys, triathlon gear, and bike rack with 2 bikes.

The drive to Steamboat seemed to take forever.  Maybe that's because my hips were compressed in between 2 car seats in the back, or maybe it's because I spent 2 hours opening and closing a toy for Ava to keep her happy.  We had a picnic in Silverthorne and visited the library for a short break, and on we went as it was getting a little stormy.




We arrived at our campsite, Stagecoach State Park, confused.   There was 2 inches of hail everywhere, making it look white like snow.  Storm after storm came through, and we sat in the car waiting it out in between setting up camp.  Our tent (a very kind gift from a friend, but not the most water proof tent in the world), was taking on water.  By the time we put Ava to bed, our pillows and bags were quite wet.


As Ava was having a hard time going to sleep, I (M) pushed the group to bail on camping and get a hotel room.  I did not want to deal with a very wet tent and two wet, cold kids in the middle of the night while prepping for a race.

So we left the campsite and drove into Steamboat Springs (about a 30 min drive) and got a hotel.  We put the girls down, and then took turns in the glorious hot tub.  The rest of the night was decent, and we woke up with Ava and Rachel at about 5:30am as usual.

Sat June 28






The sun was out in the morning, and we enjoyed a nice hotel breakfast.  A and M stayed in the hotel to rest while J, R and Pops went to Fish Creek Falls for a little hike.

We dropped Pops off at a birding walk near the campsite and then I went for a practice swim on the course.  It was 10am and the water was cold and choppy.  My ears froze, and it was hard to keep my head under water.  Supposedly the temperature was 62F, but it felt much colder to me.  The yellow buoy (the turn) seemed VERY far away, and I only swam out to the orange buoy and back.  I didn't feel very good about the swim and the intimidating distance.

We had to go back into town for lunch and race packet pick up.  That was a busy process but thankfully next to a playground.  Also, we got a free pair of sweet socks and a nice technical t-shirt.

We met friend Julie, doing the race also, and her husband and Dad.

We got back to the campsite so Jason could run and Pops could nap.  It was hot and windy.  I went with Julie and drove the bike course.  This was very scary for me.  The course was described as 'rolling hills', and that it was.  But there was a lot of twisty turns, sharp corners, gravel and debris on the side, no shoulder, and some bigger hills than I expected.  Thankfully, the scenery was gorgeous and I hoped that would help me out.  One downhill + gravel + turn really made me nervous, but we were able to talk to the course director and he assured us that they would clean up the gravel on race morning.

I got back to the campsite, made dinner, fed the kids, got all my stuff ready, put it in Julie's car, and hit the sack.  I noticed that either side of my thighs were bruised from the ride in the car between the two car seats!
I dozed a little but a rugby team a few campsites down kept me awake with rowdy drinking games.  Drinking games!  In a campsite!  While other people with children were trying to sleep before getting up early and racing a really long way!  Jeez.

Shortly after the rugby boys went to sleep, Ava woke up.  She slept on me for a couple hours, then I passed her on to Jason at about 3:30am, hoping I could get a little more sleep.  That move was a bad idea, since it took her a while to settle.  She woke Rachel up, so I took Rachel to the bathroom.  Rachel got really excited about watching all the stars in the sky, which was super fun.

It wasn't long before it was time for me to get up, nurse Ava, get dressed for the race, and get out of the tent.  It was 33 degrees.  It was hard to get out of the tent.  I wished we had gone for the hotel and that I had gone for my own room where I might have had more warmth and more sleep.

But this was the big day.  My first half ironman.

...to be continued...

July 5, 2014

Ava's First Steps

This post is a photo update of the major steps that were taken from June 13-June 26.




1.  The girls had out-of-control hair.

2. My dad (aka Pops) arrived to visit on 6/13.  I hadn't seen him since his bike crash in Morocco, which laid him up in hospital for 16 nights.  I was VERY excited to see him and hug him when we picked him up at the Denver airport.  He seemed very well, and quite capable.  So we proceeded to keep him busy.


3. I continue on my quest to knock off sections of the Colorado Trail.  On 6/14, I ran 12.8 miles near Bailey, CO to complete a section.  I also did a few other miles of the trail here and there.





4. We camped near Twin Lakes, CO on 6/20 and 6/21.  On the Friday night, Ava slept well but Rachel did not.  On the Saturday night, Rachel slept well but Ava did not.

5. Jason ran three '14ers': Missouri, Oxford and Belford Mountains successfully, working toward his goal to do 54 of Colorado's highest peaks.  During his run, Pops and I stayed with the girls at camp.

6. Ava took her first independent steps at age 11.5 months.  She also now has5 teeth!

7. I (Meggan) hiked to the top of Mt. Elbert, CO's highest peak with friends while Jason and Pops stayed at camp.



8. We have used our patio furniture and enjoyed the beautiful summer weather!


Fourth of July (Bowl)

After being away from home lots of nights during the last month, we changed our initial plan and were supposed to be home for the Fourth of July. However, on Wednesday morning Angela texted from Breckenridge: "Would you be up for a Fourth of July Bowl ski on Friday?" After much debate, discussion, last-minute packing, and taking the storage wax off our skis, we decided to go for the day. We left on Thursday after Meggan got off work, and had quite a long drive in the traffic. However, Jason and Rachel had fun sitting on a rock above Clear Creek Canyon, playing "I Spy" in the near darkness (when nearly everything is black, the game is considerably more difficult), and giving the passing cars and trucks superhero names ("SuperVan", etc.).

We arrived late, and were so quiet that in the morning Kent and Angela claimed they hadn't even heard us arrive. That must be a first for us! (Amazing that they didn't hear Ava crying for hours in the middle of the night!)

Unfortunately, our last-minute attempts to get a babysitter for July 4th morning in Summit County failed, so Meggan was unable to join the ski fun. Instead, she went to the town of Breckenridge's 4th festivities with the girls. Her adventures included: the Budweiser Clydesdales, watching hundreds of racers start the Firecracker 50 mountain bike race, a bouncy castle with a really long line, and a sidewalk chalk competition.  The parade itself was a disaster, as far as dealing with Rachel goes. 

R: "I want candy!"
M: "Then run out there and grab some with the other kids."
R: "I can't! [insert tantrum here]"

Rachel's drawing of a bear, which she did completely by herself!

Jason, Angela, [my skis], and Kent in the Jeep
The large snowfield in the upper left corner is Fourth of July bowl.
I (Jason) left at 6:40 after packing the back of Kent's jeep with skis, boots, Angela, etc. We met up with some friends at the base of Peak 9, then drove to the ski patrol hut above the lifts on Peak 9 at 11,500'. Our first task after unpacking our gear was to tow a pickup truck that had gotten itself stuck. Angela commented that "Kent is happy now he got to do that!" Fourth of July Bowl is so named because the snow is rarely skiable during the season, but is a popular late spring and summer ski, as it holds snow throughout the year. It is particularly popular with locals on its namesake date. There were probably 50 cars parked up there, and I estimate 150-200 people were hiking and skiing the bowl on Friday. As we started the hike, it was quite busy on the trail, but gradually our group found a comfortable pace as we moved up the mountain.



Our ascent was uneventful, save for the sight of a llama named Roy, calmly carrying the ski equipment of his owner down from the bowl. The views were beautiful, the wildflowers plentiful, and the the laughter frequent as we made our way up the trail. The trail ascends just to the east of the bowl, so we enjoyed watching others descend the bowl, including several dogs, a few nude skiers, and lots of people who (like us) hadn't been on skis in weeks.








Eventually we reached the summit ridge, and stopped for a break at the weather station before continuing on up the ridge. We left our stuff about 100 feet below the summit, then hiked to the top (13,633') for photos before returning to our gear for the descent. 

Kent crossing a snowfield with Quandary Peak in background

Angela on the last ridge ascent



On the way down, the flowers seemed even more incredible!