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  • Day 6–A Left Turn at Albuquerque

      Miles MPG Avg. Speed
    Today 91 51.3 29
    Trip 2291 45.8 54

    Food
    (today/budget)

    Hotel
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    Trip Savings

    $24 / $120 $47 / $75 AAA – $6
    PriceLine – $242
    Sandia Peak Tram $37
    Mountain Bikes $96
    National Museum of Nuclear Science and History $15

    We got up around 8:00 and headed for Sandia Peak to ride the tram and hike.  One of the minuses to the 3-star hotels is that there’s no free breakfast – on the other hand, one of the pluses is that there’s a restaurant, which 2-stars usually don’t have, and which has come in handy this evening as a storm blows through town.  We skipped the chains near the hotel and looked for a local café or something on the way, but didn’t find one so wound up at Chickfila.

    Then we took the tram to the top of Sandia Peak, what used to be the longest tram in the world, until some monastery in Armenia built one.  Monks, go figure.

    We had the Camelbaks with us for water and mine started leaking from somewhere when I first put it on, soaking my back, which was okay at the bottom where it was 80- to 90-degrees at the time we left, but less so when we got to the top and it was 50s and 60s.  It leaked for most of the time there, but then stopped when we were on the way back down, so I think I may have spilled quite a bit of water outside of its bladder when I filled it.

    The ascent was gorgeous.  Sheer rock and boulders with sparse trees as we climbed from 6400-feet to 10,500-feet.  At the top, I started feeling the lack of oxygen, being from sea-level, and Aryn mentioned the same, so we postponed hiking and checked out the mountain bike rentals. 

    The other side of the mountain is a ski-run, and completely different from the side we ascended.  In the summer, they have mountain bike trails down that side, criss-crossing the ski-runs and through the forest, then a ski-lift to bring you and your bike back to the summit. 

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    (download Google Earth track)

    Now, I asked the guy: “Are any of the trails appropriate for people who haven’t biked in a while?” and he said, “Yeah.”

    So we rented the bikes, got our helmets, pedaled a ways down the access road to acclimate ourselves (which should have been an indicator of how things would go), and started down the “easy” trail. 

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    The “easy” trail is that itty-bitty jaunt into the trees above.  The longer one is the access road and the red arrow at the bottom is where we rented the bikes.  So, yeah, about a hundred feet down the trail, I’ve gone off it twice and Aryn fell.  We both said: “Not a good idea.”

    Walked the bikes back up to the rental station, which had me out of breath and nauseated from lack of oxygen.  10,000 feet is high.

    Explain what happened to the guy, but there are no refunds.  He’ll send us round trip on the chair lift (usually $20), but no refund for the bikes.  Now keep in mind, it’s not like we had them for an hour or two – at most it was ten minutes.  Down the road, back up the road, 100’ down the trail, fall – no refund. 

    Then he starts telling us about other people who’ve fallen and gotten hurt and I’m wondering why, when he knows this, he would tell me it’s an appropriate trail for two people who haven’t been on a bike in a few years.  But it’s pointless to argue, so I took the chairlift ride – I may dispute $76 of the charge when it comes through.

    The chair lift was great – Aryn found it too cold with the breeze, but even with a wet back I thought it was wonderful weather.

    The two sides of the mountain are completely different and I saved the pictures of both to post together.  The left column is the Albuquerque side.

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    Exact same mountain, opposite sides.

    This pretty much sums it up:

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    But there were plenty of people hiking at the summit and others hiking up the ski-slope, even some hiking at least partway up the tram-side. 

    We left Sandia and headed for the National Museum of Nuclear Science and History.  I’d seen the signs for this on the way into town and thought it might be interesting, but figured Aryn wouldn’t care for it much.  Then she saw the sign and surprised me by wanting to go. 

    The majority of the exhibits were about nuclear weapons, heavy on the WWII era.

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    Aryn chose to pose with Fat Man, kicking Little boy to the curb.

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    Interesting to see the inside of an ICBM with multiple warheads.

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    Pieces of the Berlin Wall.  Microsoft has a full three-foot panel of it at their headquarters in Redmond, which I’ve seen, but even the smaller pieces are impressive to me.  I remember watching the coverage of the crowds rushing the wall and attacking it when the USSR broke up.

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    The most sensible warning label I’ve seen in a long time.  Probably too much to expect of most people, though.  But after a long day of trying, we had finally found a bicycle Aryn could handle.

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    Monopoly for IAEA nuclear inspectors … I especially like the Go to Iraq space.

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    Outside, they have a display of aircraft, submarine sails, and artillery used for nuclear delivery, including a B-52.

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    With its wing-wheels propped up so the wing stays level instead of dropping like it really would on the ground.

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    And a B-29.

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    The museum was light on science, though.  I would have liked to see more exhibits and information on power-generation, especially the new Gen-IV reactor technology.  They had a couple information panels about it, but not much.  Probably the level of technical detail Aryn and I would have liked to see would put most people off. Sad smile

    Then it was off to the National Petroglyph Monument.  I just wanted a quick stop to see the things, but it turns out they’re not actually in a single place.  They’re back on 1-2 mile trails scattered around the area, and mid-afternoon in Albuquerque in July was not someplace I wanted to take a two hour hike in through the desert, at least not after a long day.

    So it was back to the hotel for dinner – at the hotel, since a storm was coming through town – and laundry.

    Magic Underwear Update: Both pairs of Magic Underwear have been washed, but came through the first trial of five days with no complaints or ill-effects.

  • Day Four–Holy Batcave, Batman!

      Miles MPG Avg. Speed
    Today      
    Trip      

    Food
    (today/budget)

    Hotel
    (today/budget)

    Trip Savings

    $26/$115 $89 / $90 AAA – $6
    PriceLine – $188

    National Parks Annual Pass – $80

    Carlsbad Caverns – $12  

    I had an alarm set for 7:00, but woke up at 6:00.  We’re in Mountain Time, now, so two hours earlier than Florida.  I let Aryn sleep until 7:00, then breakfast and the drive to the national park.

    Once in the park, I pulled over at one of the scenic parking spots and we headed up the side of a hill.  Some huffing and puffing later, we arrived at the top, having successfully summited the smallest hill within view.

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    Then it was into the caverns.  I bought the Annual National Parks Pass for $80.  With all the parks we’re visiting on this trip, it should pay for itself.  Carlsbad alone would have been $12.  We took the natural entrance, rather than the elevator, a 750-foot elevation change over a 1-1/4 mile path.

    At the bottom, before the loop of trail through the cavern, is a restroom and giftshop.  I like how they get you 750-feet down in a cave that’s 56-degrees and then charge $40 for a hoodie.  That’s good marketing sense.

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    Once at the bottom, we took the 1.2 mile loop around the the caverns.

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    So … a couple hours walk, listening to Aryn complain that she couldn’t go off the path and explore, especially the wire ladder in the last picture – which looks a bit deteriorated from when it was installed in the 20s.  I asked about the more strenuous tours of other caverns for her, but they only do those on weekends. Sad smile 

    We took the elevator back to the surface, 750-feet in one minute, which was cool because they have windows on it so you can see the raw rock of the shaft going past.  I still think we should have walked back up, as a test for the Grand Canyon.  Far better to find out here if it’s too much for the girl-child.

    Hopefully, it won’t be too much for me.  The descent into the cavern aggravated my knee – climbing isn’t a problem, but going down gives some twinges.  I’m going to pick up a knee brace tomorrow and see if it helps.

    We had lunch at the park, mine not very good, and then back to the hotel to rest and get out of the heat for a few hours.  At about 6:00, we have to head back to the caverns for the bat flight.

    Aryn slept most of the afternoon and we left a little before six to go back to the caverns.  Browsed around the gift shops a bit before heading out to the amphitheater to sit on stone benches for two hours.  No noise, no electronics – it interferes with the bats.

    Each evening in summer, nearly 400,000 Brazilian (aka Mexican) free-tail bats exit Carlsbad Cavern in search of a smorgasbord of insects. That’s not a picture from tonight.  I’m not even sure that’s a picture of Carlsbad or the same species of bat at Carlsbad.  The picture’s from the National Park’s

    website, but I think it’s a scam, because we didn’t see that many bats. Maybe it was because the crowd was too noisy, I don’t know.  It wasn’t a total waste, though, because we saw the Nike family:

    IMAG0353 Dad and the two little girls show up, all wearing Nike shirts, shorts and shoes (Aryn pointed out the shoes, which were dayglo).  Mom’s wearing UnderArmour – she must be the rebel of the family.

    They moved to the other side of the seating later and two older kids went with them, but the older kids weren’t wearing Nike.  They were actually dressed kind of ragged.  We decided they’re dad’s kids from his first marriage and don’t get the cool stuff.

    Magic Underwear Update: Still running on two pair, no complaints.

  • ExOfficio–The Unofficial Underwear of the 2012 Graduation Road Trip

    Proving that there is simply nothing I’m not willing to sell in trying to find an actual, official corporate sponsor for this trip, I will be making the entire trip – 24 days, 25 states, 8000 miles, 129 hours of driving, hiking the Grand Canyon, walking the Vegas Strip, and climbing to a glacier on Mount Ranier – on two pair of underwear.

    The girl-child has not yet been convinced to try this, but I do know she will not like to be three miles down into the Grand Canyon, in July, when it’s 105-degrees … in cotton underwear.  That could turn out badly.

    According to their website, these are quick-drying enough so that an evening wash of one pair in the sink will be fresh, new and dry come morning.  We will be putting that to the test.

  • Amazon.com–The Unofficial Place to Buy Stuff of the 2012 Graduation Road Trip

    Amazon could almost be an official sponsor.  As an Amazon Affiliate, Amazon gives us a percentage of anything purchased through links from this site.

    We’re purchasing most of the new items for this trip from Amazon and are using CamelCamelCamel.com to watch Amazon’s prices to get the best deal.  CamelCamelCamel checks the price for an item every day and alerts you if it drops below a target price you’ve set.

  • This may be a bit insane

    In April I bought a Prius.  This, in and of itself, likely isn’t cause to question my mental health, but what it’s led to this summer may indicate that I have, indeed, gone batcrap-crazy.

    See, for several years, I’ve been driving a V8 Mountaineer that averages 16 mpg.  That resulted in a lot of skipped trips and vacations simply because the travel costs were too much.  A $400-$600 monthly gas bill and fills that sometimes hit $80 will have that effect.

    So when it came time to get a new car, I went to the opposite extreme.  I took my first trip in years to the Keys thanks to it only costing $25 to get there in the Prius.

    After that I started making plans to drive up to Minnesota along with my mother in August.  This is an annual trip she makes and I’ve wanted to go along for years in order to visit relatives and show my kids where I grew up. 

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    So I put that trip into MapQuest and it came up with an estimated fuel cost of $318.56.  Damn.  I can’t get a plane ticket for one person for that much.

    That got me thinking … or not thinking, depending on how this turns out …

    Back in the ‘70s, my parents took me on a couple roadtrips in an old Chevy Van.  Massive roadtrips.  Like, frickin’-everywhere roadtrips.  I was pretty young, but the bits and pieces I remember are some of the coolest memories from my childhood. 

    I’d always wished I could show my kids something similar, so I started playing with the map to see what a couple detours would add to the trip.  Just a little bit, to show the kids some of the amazing things there are to see in this country.

    I set an initial budget for gas of $600 – the upper-end of what I’ve been spending each month on gas for the Mountaineer.  That got me to Vegas, up to Yellowstone, then back to visit Minnesota and home.  But Vegas is so close to San Francisco and Yellowstone is just not that far from Seattle (two of my favorite cities).  Well, “close” and “not so far” relatively … relative to already having driven from the other side of the country, that is.

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    The most recent plan for the trip looks like the map above.  The estimated gas cost varies day-to-day as prices change, but it’s around $650 at the current national average or $750 as MapQuest calculates for the average price along each part of the route.

    The difficulty with this trip would be having both kids along – my son and daughter do not get along.  They bicker.  They annoy each other.  They do it deliberately, at length, and not nearly cleverly enough to be entertaining.  One day of driving to Minnesota I could handle, but both of them in the car for the 120-hours of driving involved in this trip … well, one or both of them would wind up buried in the desert somewhere around El Paso.

    How to handle this?  Well, my daughter graduated from high school this year.  I think this makes an awesome start to a family tradition.  I take her this year and then in five years when my son graduates I can take him.  A sort of last, big thing to do together before they head for college and make lives of their own.

    Also, they’re interested in different things.  The girl’s gotten all outdoorsy and adventurous lately; the boy-child’s obsessed with video games, but who knows what he’ll like in five years.  Taking them separately I can tailor each trip to what they like. 

    So the plan for this year’s trip currently looks like this:

    Carlsbad, NM Carlsbad Caverns
    Bat caves
    Santa Fe, NM Sandia Peak Tramway
    Grand Canyon, AZ Big Hole
    Las Vegas, NV Hoover Dam
    Las Vegas Strip
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    Sequoia National Park Big Trees
    San Luis Obispo, CA Pacific Coast Highway to San Francisco
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    Northern California Lava Beds National Monument
    Oregon Crater Lake
    Seattle, WA Family
    First Starbucks
    Kayaking San Juan Island
    Mount Ranier
    Yellowstone, WY Yellowstone
    South Dakota Mount Rushmore
    Badlands
    Minnesota Family
    Lake Itasca
    Mall of America
    Chicago, IL Because the girl-child wants to see Chicago … not sure why.
    Atlanta, GA Shakespeare Tavern

    Twenty-four days, twenty-five states, 129 driving hours, 8000 miles, two people … in a Prius.

    Batcrap, I’m telling you.

  • Why Write This Blog

    Especially after my latest clinic experience, a friend or two has questioned why I write this blog.  After all, it’s not like my kayaking blog, where I actually know what I’m doing; or my programming blog, where I’m writing about a field I have some expertise in.  No, with regard to playing hockey … or, rather, even preparing to play hockey, I’m pretty much at the level of general incompetence.

    Which is entirely the point and precisely why I started this blog.

    When I decided to try playing, I had a lot of questions.  What would the equipment cost? How good a skater would I have to be to take hockey lessons?  How much would lessons cost?  Was I in good enough shape?  What would a hockey clinic be like?  What would a skate and shoot be like?  Were the guys in the locker room likely to be assholes to a complete newbie? Was it even possible for someone to start playing at forty-something?

    I found a lot of information about kids starting to play, but very little about adults, especially middle-aged adults, just starting to learn. 

    I would have liked to have read something about the aerobic and anaerobic muscle as it relates to hockey before I started this – if I had, I’d be much further along than I am now. 

    So I’m writing this to provide some of the information that I wish I’d been able to find before I started.  And writing this post, I see that I haven’t covered some of those questions I had, so at least I’ll be able to write some new posts that don’t involve me falling down or puking … that’ll be a nice change of pace.

    Another reason is precisely because of my difficulties and stutter-steps in doing this.

    I very much doubt that there are many people who could go to their first hockey clinic and do worse than I did tonight – they might suck, they might be the worst skater/player at their clinic, but they’d be hard-pressed to do worse than I just did, so there’s clearly hope and they’re not alone.

  • Friday Skate & Shoot

    A simple skate & shoot last night and I practiced some of the things I need to work on.

    First I worked on something I noticed at Monday’s clinic.  From a standing start, I can start moving forward or backward pretty well, but at Monday’s clinic I was trying to step side-to-side if the passes weren’t right to me. 

    So I spent some time, off and on, going from standing to skating short distances right and left.  I still don’t think I have it right, I think – it takes me too much time to start and I’m quite off-balance. 

    I also spent some time working on my shooting, which has little force behind it yet, but is starting to stay on target and I think my form’s better.  And I did some passing with one of the guys from the Monday clinic.

    At this rink, they have the kids on one end and adults on the other with cones along the center line, so I spent some time weaving through the cones with a puck.  I was having a lot of trouble with this to start with and then realized what was wrong when my inner-retard spoke up:

    “Where’s the puck, dumb ass?”

    “It’s behind me … oh …”

    Yeah, I’d been practicing my shot and dragging the puck behind me and that carried over into skating for some reason.  I was trying to skate through the cones with the puck a foot or more behind my feet.  I still don’t know why I did that little bit of nonsense, but things went much better after I started skating with the puck where it should be.

  • Skate & Shoot

    Friday skate & shoot with the boy-child went well.  I got some good skating in along with some practice handling the puck.  Even practiced my tickle-shot a little …

    Okay, I’ll explain – some people have a slapshot – well, mine falls more toward the tickle end of the slap & tickle spectrum.  ‘nuf said.

    Passed with T along the boards for a bit – he’s improved a lot over the last month at puck handling and reacting to the puck when it gets near him.  I hope that carries over to his draft skate in January – if it does, I think his teammates will be surprised by the improvement.

  • Sunday Skate

    The Summer Youth League starts July 10 and T will be done with his lessons by then and ready to join a team.

    I, on the other hand, will be nowhere near ready. :(  So the little snot’ll be playing before me.

    If I could get on the ice more for practice then I might have a chance (snowball’s), but it’s twenty miles to the nearest ice from my house, so once or twice a week is about all I can manage.

    So this Sunday, I got a bit better at backward skating and started trying to hockey stop with my left-foot forward.

    I suck at that.  It feels so damn awkward … worse than skating clockwise.  I may give up on it and concentrate on other things … I’ll just always stop on my right foot and turn to my left … what’s the worst that could happen?

    My daughter came with this time and stopped me at center ice to ask me how to stop.  She skates well, has started skating backwards, but can’t seem to master stopping.  So I tried to explain a snowplow stop.

    She understands the premise, but can’t seem to do it, always winding up in a spin because she’s not scraping the ice at all.

    So I tried to get through to her with an analogy I, as the father of a fifteen-year old girl, hope can do double-duty:

    “The blade needs to start scraping the ice, not slide over it.  Put pressure on the blades.  Try vocalizing what you want to do.

    "Now pretend you’re in a car with a boy, put pressure on the blades and say ‘Stop!’”

    She found this amusing, but still couldn’t get it, so I suggested she stand in one place and scrape the ice with one blade to see what it feels like.  I demonstrated:

    “Stop!” scrape

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    “Just like in a boy’s car.

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    It’s at this point that I lost my balance and fell on my ass.  Much hilarity ensued.

    She still can’t stop.

  • lolSkates

    It’s a formula that’s worked for cats, dogs and attempts at English translation – so now, lolSkates.  The difference, though, is that my skating can make you laugh without misspelled captions.

    At today’s skate I had the girl-child take some video of me so I could evaluate my backward skating.  My judgment? Well, it seems a lot faster when I’m doing it …

    For the record, there was an incident before the video was shot.  I would like to make it completely clear that I did not fall down – no matter what the girl-child claims.  Here’s what happened:

    Early in the session the hockey-game-in-my-head took a turn against us.  We turned the puck over in the offensive zone and I had to hustle to the blue line as one of the opposing forwards-in-my-head had the puck and an open sheet of ice all the way to our goal (which was in my head, as well, since they don’t put the actual nets out during public skating).

    I got to the blue line ahead of him and started to turn to block his progress when he clearly began a pass to the opposing center-in-my-head.  Since the rest of my team-in-my-head was tied up deep in the offensive zone, this would be very bad and result in three-on-one rush, since their other winger-in-my-head was free as well.

    So, bravely sacrificing my body for the team-in-my-head, I dove to the ice, making a spectacular pokecheck with the stick-in-my-head and directing the puck-in-my-head back deep into the offensive zone where my teammate-in-my-head took it and immediately scored. 

    This is how I wound up sprawled facedown on the ice at the blueline. 

    I did not fall.

    This is not the first blatantly false accusation the girl-child has made about me, either.  Just yester day, she accused me of falling out of my kayak.  Brat.