Book Club and Ginger Bread Houses

This month Connie was host for her book club's monthly meeting.  The host always chooses what book we are going to read, so Connie choose a book that was the first book that she and I ever read together as a married couple:  "A Long Way From Chicago".  When we were flying off for our honeymoon, we found this book at a book shop in the Salt Lake Airport and read it on the long flight over to Florida. It is a cute story set in the 1920s and 1930s of a couple of kids who ever summer get shipped off for a week to stay with their Grandma Dowdel.  Grandma Dowdel is a great character who is sometimes rough, sometimes dishonest, but always ultimately smart, fun, and kind.

The book mentions a lot of little historical things, so for the book club we looked up and printed off pictures of some of these things so we could get an idea of what they were : The Blue Bird Train,  The Valentines Day Massacre,  John Dilinger, A Hupmobile, Gooseberries,and A Terraplane 8 Hudson

In addition, an important compenent of many of the stories is Grandma's cooking.  So Connie helped everyone make some tarts from scratch.



Several of ladies who came to the book club didn't have anyone to watch their kids (husbands were away from home or at the book club) so we ended up having about 7-8 kids playing and watching movies in our basement.  And a few sat in to enjoy the discussion of the book.

Overall, it was a great time and we had some interesting discussions about people's ability to survive in the depression era, the effects of prohibition, and Grandma Dowdel's interesting moral compass.

Gingerbread Houses
This month we also had our annual Davies family gingerbread house decorating get together.  We decided we would make a house for each of the kids this year.  To save a lot of time baking gingerbread, we opted to not make our houses out of gingerbread, but instead graham crackers.  I highly recommend it.  The houses where much easy to make and saved a lot of baking mess.  Also as a special treat this year, T and R came out from Rhode Island.  It was the first time they had seen our new house and it was  awesome to have a chance to catch up with them.

The houses before being decorated

Close up of the graham cracker design

Decorating!

Jonathon gives us a smile

Sam's house

Gracie's house

Grandma Beth, a Ballet and a Bike

Grandma Beth:

This week was Grandparent's day at G's preschool. So we invited Grandma Beth to come to her preschool. She came and read some stories and then taught them some french. The french was extra fun because according to the Fancy Nancy books that G loves, french is fancy.


A Ballet:

This week G and I went on double daddy daughter date with our neighbors K.B. and A.B.B. We got all dressed up and went to "The Pie" for dinner and then went to see "The Nutcracker". The afternoon before we went, G was running down the sidewalk and tripped and did a face plant, badly scraping the left side of her face. When she saw herself in the mirror, she was sad and said "I'm not beautiful" in her little G voice. But we reassured her she was and she overcame her anxiety and got really excited about getting dressed up and was very excited to get her first corsage:




The corsage:

All ready to go:


Waiting with A.B.B.

Fun Dinner

A Bike:
This week we also got a very exciting new addition to our bike collection: Connie's very first road bike. It is a Specialized Ruby and it is a really sweet looking bike. Connie took for a quick 30 minutes ride on Saturday before the snow started and reports the it rides as nice as it looks.

Teeth, Tacos, and Transitions

Teeth:
This is a picture of a cause of of pain and suffering in our life:
Those are teeth number 3 and 4. They have been threatening to break through for a while and they are both finally through. J has not enjoyed the experience. Hopefully now that they are broken through he will not cry so much and we will see his happy smile more often. He has had some fun though. He has really learned to work the his bouncy chair:



Tacos:
This week, as she often does, Connie experimented with some new recipes. One of them she tried was a definite winner: Marinated pork-pull apart tacos. She found the recipe here: Spicy Shredded Pork (be warned: If you go to this site, there are hundreds of good looking recipes and you will get very hungry). Served with a little Guacamole, a few olives, and a corn tortilla, they are absolutely wonderful.

Transitions:
This week was also the first week off of day late savings time. It is always a little bit of a rough transition with the clock being set back and it getting dark before six. The kids have been a little awnry and cold weather hasn't helped. But we are determined to not let it get us down. We often go for walks on Sunday evenings and despite the rain and dark we still went for a walk tonight and had a good time (well maybe Sam didn't):

Lagoon!

We have been promising Sam he could go to Lagoon all summer. We finally went this Saturday. We went with our neighbors Kevin B. and Carston and had an awesome time. Sam is tall enough to ride all the rides and we got some great action footage. I didn't dare pull the camera out on the fastest rides, but I still go some pretty good footage on some tamer rides.

I think the best footage I got was from the White Roller Coaster. In a few years it will be the brown roller coaster, because apparently they no longer paint it, because it makes it easier to find crack and defects in the wood. Sam got in the very front row, and I got right behind him with the camera:



The Log Ride is pretty boring except for the big drop, but the big drop was fun and I go thoroughly soaked:



The Sky Ride gives you a nice view of the park, and Sam gave some commentary about the rides:



Rattle Snake Rapids was fun and since you get wet and it was only about 60 degrees, there was no lines. I think we did it 7 times and all managed to get pretty wet.



We had to wait 25 minutes for "The Bat", and frankly it is pretty lame. The video did not turn out great, but the girl screaming in the seat behind me is pretty funny:



The Plane Ride was fun and Sam and Carston loved making their plane go up and down:




The Whirly Ride makes me sick, but Sam and Carston liked it:

LOTOJA Part 2 - Into the Pain Cave

For Part One Go Here

"I Will Make Up For It At Lunch"
Finally it is lunch time and it time to eat a banana and a couple of PB&Js to make up for the calories I have been skipping the last couple of hours. The banana goes down okay. But the PB&J sticks in my throat and make me gag. "Come On, You have got to eat!" I yell at myself. I try again and manage to finish half the sandwich. But I can do no more. I try to breath deep to relax my stomach and relax my throat. Joel asks "Is your face always as white as your jersey?". Time passes and I still cannot force myself to eat more PB&J. I am glad I abandoned my original plan to eat a meatball sandwich for lunch. Because then some people might have said "Well of course you couldn't eat you lunch, Why did you even think eating a meatball sandwich would be a good idea?".
It is time to leave, we have sat around too long and there is more than 120 miles to go. I hop on my bike, unsure of what I was going to do about my mounting caloric deficit.

Umm, did we go the right way?
We peddle off into a canyon towards the next big climb, Geneva Summit. As a couple miles roll by we notice that we have not seen any other riders since we left. We see no riders in front off us. We look behind, no riders behind us. "Are we sure this is the right way?" I ask. Everyone else seems sure, so I put confidence is there assurance. A few more minutes pass away with still not sign of any one and again I ask if this is right way. Someone points out the occasional discarded gu packet or banana peel as signs that some littering cyclist has been this way.
Finally as the road gets a little bit steeper we start seeing people up ahead and I gain full confidence that we are going the right way or at least a whole lot of other people are also going the wrong way.

I get dropped like a nuclear bomb
As the road gets steeper, our groups starts to break up. We had always planned to go our own paces on the climbs so this was not a big deal. Matt and Scott start to pull ahead. After a little bit, Joel starts to bridge the gap. So far my stomach cramps have been manageable and my legs feel good so I try to bridge the gap too. A screw tightens in my stomach. Ok, maybe I won't bridge the gap. I decide I'll just hang with Baz. But then the screw tighten even more and soon Baz drops me. Hmmm, ok, this is not good. Well, I think, I will make up for it when we get to the flatter parts. I will survive through the two remaining climbs then hammer it out on the flatter sections to make up time. My beeper to tell me to eat goes off. I have to ignore it. There is no way I can eat anything right now. I slog on.

I wonder if this is what waterboarding feels like
After what is a surprisingly short amount of time, I reach Geneva summit. My stomach pain is strong but not unbearable. As I start the descent down the backside, I don't even try to tuck, knowing that the abdominal pressure will be too much. But soon I find I have a new problem. The rush of air as I descend is making me gag and choke. I try closing my mouth but then I cannot breath at all. I think about slowing down, then decide that will just prolong the suffering. I wonder if I should just let myself throw up, but I have nothing to throw up which means I will just dry heave, which to me is one of the most painful things in the world. So I fight it and just keep descending; down the mountain and deeper into the pain cave.

Where is a mountain lion when you need one?
I reach the bottom of the descent and the road flattens out. Time to start hammering. I ratchet up my speed until I reach ... 10 mph. Then I stop pedaling. $#^@#%^#$ my stomach hurts so bad. I try again. Pedal, coast. Pedal, coast. Pedal, coast. This is torture. I calculate how long it take me to finish. Let's see: I have gone about 100 miles (not totally sure because GPS is being wonky). That means I have 106 left. If I average 8-9 miles an hour it will take me... freaking forever. What is the point of continuing? I need to think about this. I roll to a stop.

As I stand there contemplating what to do, a mountain lion appears from behind a rock. I call to get its attention. It sees me and lunges towards me. With one quick bite it severs my jugular and puts me out my misery. Or at least that was what I was wishing would happen. Instead I decide to try to call Connie to see if she has some words of motivation for me. I dial her number and then wait. Nothing happens. I check my phone. No service. $%@#%#$. Maybe I can find a nice shady place to sit and rest. I look around. I am in the middle of no where. There is no trees for miles. Sitting in hot sun sounds even worse than riding my bike. I get back on start riding again.

God Bless the people of South America
The road starts to roll more upwards. I have started towards the last big climb, Salt Creek Pass. I am passed by riders that frankly, I am embarrassed to be passed by. A man and his wife pass me. They tell me to jump in behind them. I think to myself, drafting doesn't make any difference at 6 mph. Then I think to myself, you big jerk, they are just trying to be nice Mister 5 mph.

There is an SUV parked off the side of the road. There is a couple of kids in the back and a South American lady standing near the side. She yells "My Friend! You are doing so well, good job! Do you need anything?". "An IV" I say, thinking myself hilarious. "My friend, I have Gels and Grapes and Water, do you want them?". "No thanks". "My friend, Do you want to stop and sit in my car for a minute?". Now normally, I am not someone to jump into some strange lady's
car. But dangit, I do want to sit down some place shady. So I do. The lady tells me "My friend, I am waiting for my husband, he is a very strong rider, he has done this 6 times, but this year something is wrong, he is having a hard time". As I sit there, she calls out to other slow riders, "My friend, My friend, do you need anything?". After sitting for a while, I actually feel like eating something and shyly ask if I can try some of those grapes and a gel pack. She has one of her kids hand them to me. Having some real food feels really good. After 10-15 minutes I finally drag myself out of the SUV, thank the lady and her family and continue on my way.

A Glimpse Of What Might Have Been
As I start to peddle again, I found something miraculously has occurred. I can peddle without my stomach hurting too bad. I increase my tempo and still my stomach doesn't rebel. My legs feels good. I pick up the pace. I start passing people. Lots of people. After a short time I hit Feed Zone 4. They have some more of those delicious green bananas. They also have some salty crackers which taste really...tasty. I hit the road again. This is now the last and steepest part of Salt Creek pass, about 2-3 miles at 7%. Still I feel good. About half up this last section I spot way up ahead the couple that had offered to let me draft off them. I slowly reel them in and pass them with a friendly wave just past the summit.

I feel so-so, I can tell my blood sugar is low and my stomach doesn't feel great, but I think maybe just maybe I have a chance of finishing. I do the calculation, I have approximately 100 miles left and it is about 3:15, so if I just average 20 mph the rest of the way I will make the cut off. I think "I have down a five hour century before". Not after having already ridden 106 miles and not with stomach cramps. But still, it might not be probable, but it could be possible.

I begin the eternal descent from Salt Creek Pass. I don't gag on the wind as much as I did off of Geneva Summit. I am not flying but I am not crawling either.

All Good Things Must Come To An End
As the miles pass by I feel a small tickle start to in my throat. It soon develops into a steady cough. Then I stop in front of someones house that is in the middle of no where. I vomit. I take a few steps then vomit again. And again. I think about the race orientation where they warned against peeing in peoples yard. I wonder if vomiting is any better. I think, ok, this is where they come and pull you out the race. Except there is no one around to pull me out. So I must continue. Which is good, I still want to finish. It is still possible even if not probable. I actually feel a little better having vomited. I look at the remains of the salty crackers on the ground that were supposed to help fuel me to the end. Maybe I can eat something when I get to Afton. Maybe if I sit down there and wait until I can eat something the magic will happen again and I will be able to finish the race.

Out, not with a bang but with a wimper
At around 4:30 I roll into Afton. My stomach and throat feel uncomfortable but not unbearable. They race volunteers are taking down the feed zone. I hope there is some food here. I figure my support vehicle is probably long gone. Then I see a young tall brown haired guy walking around. "James! James!" I call out. It is him. He is glad to see me. I am very glad to see me. He tells me I have until 6:00 to reach Alpine, 34 miles away. Okay I think. I am going to try. I will just have to average 21 mph. But first I have to eat something. I need to sit down. Just for a little bit. Until I get some strength back. I sit down and sip on a ginger ale. My body gives a sigh of relief and says thank goodness we are done. It starts to shut down. No, I say, we are not done. I am just taking a little rest. I blink a few times and see stars. "That's weird", I think. Then I start to shake. Oh hmm, that's weird. I remember having this feeling before. Oh yeah, I felt this way once when I crashed on my mountain bike and cut open my shin. Oh that is right, this is the feeling of going into shock. I say that to James. "James, I think I am going into shock". He goes somewhere. A older gentleman comes over. He starts taking my pulse. He starts talking to me in a doctorly way. "You look really bad", he says. "It will have to be your decision, but I would have your friend there take you right over to the hospital and put an IV in you". "No," I think I am just resting for a little bit. But then a calm voice in my head says "It is time to be done". I start to cry. I have waited months for this day. I did not want it to end this way. I have enough strength to refuse to go to the hospital. I don't want my wife and kids to drive to this forsaken place and see me in a hospital bed. I go to James' car and slump into the front seat. I made it 125 miles over 3 mountain passes. It had always been my plan that if I could get this far, I would be done with the part that stressed my weaknesses (climbing) and I could use my strengths (flats and downhills) to carry me to the finish line. But it was not meant to be. The stomach illness (which would last for 4-5 days more) was too much for me and good judgment had to win over my determination to finish.

It can still be a good day
As we drive towards Jackson, my thoughts turn to my teammates who are still out on the road. James has told me they only left 40 minutes before I got to Afton. This means that they are going to have to ride hard to make the 8:15 cut off at the finish line. Will they make it? I would be so happy if they did.

Stay tuned for LOTOJA Part 3 - Go Team Attensity!

LOTOJA - Part 1

This is the story of my experience at Logan To Jackson (LOTOJA) on September 11, 2010. LOTOJA is 206 mile bike race with just over 9,000 feet of climbing over 3 mountain passes. I some how convinced three co-workers (Matt, Joel, and Scott) and one co-workers friend (Baz) to try it with me. We had a great support crew: Riki (Matt's wife) and James (a benevolent co-worker)

3 AM
As I stare at the ceiling I hear a voice from the other side of the Hotel room:
"How are you feeling?"
"I want to puke"
"Did you bring some Ginger Ale?"
"Yeah"
"Drink that"
I consider this for a minute, then decide it would be too much work to go find it. Somehow I fall asleep

5:45 AM
Time to wake up. It is a chilly 35 degrees at the run-down Howard Johnson in Brigham City (Note: Get your hotel reservations early for LOTOJA!). Some discussion ensues about to wear. In the end pretty much everyone decides to wear all their warm clothes. I push down a bowl of yogurt and granola. My stomach feels tight and I have little appetite. As we drive to Logan I strum my finger on the door and hum to myself trying to relax and relieve the tension in my stomach. "Why am I so nervous? Quit being a wuss" I tell myself. A few butterflies i is normal but this is ridiculous.

7:00 AM
We unload a few blocks south of the start line. The cold crisp air feels good and I finally feel my body finally relaxes a little. We're finally here after months of training and logistics. Scott looks around and wonders where everyone else got a timing chip from. We slowly pedal over to the start area, Scott goes and finds a timing chip, everyone else takes a final potty break.



7:22 AM
They call our start group up to start line. We stand near the back. We decided not to hammer the first leg and don't want to get caught up with those who do.

5...4...3...2...1! We are off!

Logan To Preston

"Get with a large group and never pull" - Matt

From Logan to Preston is almost perfectly flat and snakes through 30+ miles of farmland. A mist rises up off the land as the sun rises and heats up the frigid air. It's a very pleasant ride and a perfect warm up for the day. We stay together as a team and trying to hook onto other groups as much as possible. Somehow we still end up pulling often. Some teammates need a reminder that there was no reason to pull for more than 30 seconds when there were 20 other people behind them who could share the load (sometimes those people needed a little encouragement to take their turn).

There is little drama on this leg (though I learn later Scott almost crashed after a surprise pothole). I feel like I spent almost no effort so far. I even think "We are already 1/7 the way done, this is not going to be too bad".

I am so naive.

Up Strawberry Pass
Next up was the first big climb. It starts off with kind of rolling hills (including one awesome downhill were it is easy to reach 40-50 mph), then begins a steady 20+ mile climb over Strawberry Pass. I'm a slow climber so when Matt and Scott stop for a potty break I push on with Joel and Baz. Soon Scott and Matt pass us. Then Joel drops us. Then Baz is struggling and I drop him. I feel slow but strong. My stomach starts to hurt again. I start eating half as much as planned to ease the discomfort. "I will make up for it at lunch" I think.


Where is Feed Zone 2?
According to the race bible, towards the end of Strawberry Pass there is supposed to be a false summit, a short descent, and then another 3 miles at 7% grade to the real summit. Feed Zone 2 is supposed to be at the end of the short descent.
I reach what surely looks like a false summit. I coast down what surely looks like the short descent. I am excited for the feed zone. I need to stop to let my stomach relax and get some food in me. But there is no feed zone. The road turns upward again. More miles pass. A little panic starts to set in. I know I have at least 3 hard miles after the feed zone and apparently I have not even reached the false summit yet. Nothing I can do but keep peddling. I ask other riders "Wasn't that the false summit?" No one knows.

What is the deal with the green bananas?
All of sudden Feed Zone 2 comes into view. Only 3 more miles of climbing I think. Then a volunteer yells "half mile to the summit!". What? Awesome. Thank the heavens. I guess they moved the feed zone.
I refill my water bottles. As I go to get some food, I see Baz pull in. He smiles and waves. He looks a lot better then when I left him. The only food that looks good is bananas. They look a little green. I take a bite. BLAH! They taste like chalk. I guess I will live off gatorade and shot bloks until the next feed zone. "I will make up for it at lunch" I think.


The Magic Road To Montpelier
I tried to find Baz before leaving the feed zone, but cannot see where he went. So I leave without him. I spin up the last half mile of Strawberry Pass. Then go down and down and down. For about 8 miles I don't even have to pedal. I tuck to get as much speed as possible. This squeezes my stomach and makes me want to puke, so I alternate between tucking and sitting up. I rarely need to even touch the brakes as I bank through the long gentle curves.

Finally I am out of the mountains and the road begins to flatten. There is no one around me and so I fear I will have to push through the wind by myself. But the road seems magical and I can maintain 21-23 mph almost effortlessly. I start passing other riders. After a while I look and see 7-8 riders tucked behind me. Eventually it takes effort to stay about 20 mph. I move to the side and flag the following rider to take over as I drop to the back. The speed of the group immediately drops to 18 mph. "Come on guys, I have to make up for the time I lost on the climb" I think. After a few minutes I tire of the slow pace and pull out then blow by the other riders. After a minute I look back and two riders have stuck with me. I give these riders a chance to pull and they do great. After a while, one of them drops off. Me and other rider roll into Montpelier together.

I look around for my team mates. I hope the are still here and haven't been waiting for long. I find them. They have been here less than 10 minutes and this makes me happy. A few minutes after me Baz roles in. We are all here. This is good. 80 miles down and only 126 to go. Now it is time to see if I can get this pain in my stomach to subsided and make up for the calories I haven't been eating.

Coming Soon: LOTOJA Part 2 - Into the Pain Cave

Memorial Day Baby

We got a nice Memorial Day surprise when our baby, who was due June 10, came early. Jonah Sparks Davies was born at 4:46 am. He was 7 lbs. 15 oz, and 21 inches long.

From Jonah

From Jonah

From Jonah

From Jonah