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Published: April 21st 2008
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The snow caps.
The clouds rise up after six in the morning. Worth the early morning hike though. Adam and I bought a couch because, to be perfectly honest, we needed someplace to sit. I’m pretty sure the slipping pass to Chalmers for the game tying three only happened because Jors Adam and I were flapping our arms like Angels in the Outfield. Jerry, THE HEAT. It has arrived, in full force. To escape it we went to San Lorenzo this weekend, a nearby mountain town that I visited once a few years ago. Last time our accommodations were pretty sketchy, this time they were amazing. It was like a ski trip, freezing cold outside, at 2200 meters (about a mile and a half), communal eating, sitting around a fireplace to keep warm and bunkbed-filled rooms. Josh, Adam and I went with Ed, his lady Kirsi, their son Leo-Hey! her cousin and his wife Katya. Her cousin has a name but we preferred to call him Unfrozen Caveman Finn, or Encino Man. He speaks no languages except Finnish which makes communication a little difficult but the little we did understand seemed fairly brutish. It’s only a few hours from Santa Marta up into the Sierra Nevada mountains/national park. We went straight from school, stayed the weekend. Hiked a lot,
The Infinite Abyss
The drop in front of us goes straight down forever. We are in the clouds, obviously. almost got killed by the sketchy machete bearing caretaker, but we split into two groups with Josh and I sprinting the blind spots to lose him and thwarted his various machete massacre attempts. Sprinting at 7500 feet is pretty good idea, and easy. We hiked up to the biggest drop off I’ve ever seen in clouds so thick that when you threw rocks into the bottomless abyss they faded into nothing like 20 feet out and you never heard them hit. We threw a lot of rocks. It was awesome. At the very top we found where hobbits live, spent a few hours there chasing goats before a torrential downpour began and we jogged down in 30 minutes after it took like three and a half hours to climb up. The disproportionate amount of time between the trip there and the trip back reminds me of a ski trip to Iowa in Josh Linn’s grey station wagon. That’s still the only time I’ve ever peed on a grain silo. I think I have my summer plans figured out. Adam and I are going to go reverse motorcycle diaries and bus our way south ending up in Buenos Aires, and fly
We found the Shire.
This place was amazing, we spent many hours in this random goat farm pasture at almost 2600 meters. home from there. Tentative dates are to leave out of Bogota on June 23rd (following Piero’s birthday party) towards Quito, Peru, Boliva, Chile (Carly, Colin, Tomas), Argentina. Maybe be gone a month, so flying back to Santa Marta out of Buenos Aires in late July. I have to be back at school the 12th of August, assuming they give me another contract, which all signs are they will. I don’t plan on being stateside again until Bobby’s wedding in September (the 20th?). Sample Sundays at the grocery store now include rum. Goes great with mini-sausages on toothpicks. I washed a spoon Sunday, exhausting, I'd forgotten. We were out of spoons. And I wanted to use a spoon. So what I did was clean a spoon. I gave one of the puppies to my friend Gayle who teaches at the other bilingual school here. She named it Mamita but she answers to Cooter, which is the best name I can think of for a dog. Speaking of dogs my friend’s fiancé just got his finger bit off by a dog. The doctor threw the finger away claiming it to be useless. The surgeon upon arrival asked for the finger to reattach
Cloud Forest
That's super strong me in the distance. Leo and the best dog ever in the foreground. it. Note to self: don’t ever go to the hospital here. Ring finger, at the knuckle. I’d get a wooden finger like Margot Tenenbaum. I like how when there’s three people we yell “I got back” so you don’t have to sit up front with the stupid taxi driver. I was watching Matrix Revolutions and there’s no way the Oracle would be a smoker. Sorry for any grammatical mistakes, the internet is driving me crazy and I don't have the patience to revise.
Movie of the blog:No Country for Old Men. When I saw the movie Seven I left the theater wanting to kill myself with depression. This movie was kind of like that. Watch it if you wish to give up on hope.
Music of the Blog:Andrew Bird for sure, amazing. Again, I feel like someone should have told me about him.
Books of the Blog:Instead of picking a book I just finished reading I decided to share my chronological/autobiographical best book list. I chose a few series, but if asked to pick one I offered my choice in parenthesis. This is not a proud list but I think it’s pretty accurate.
The Cronicles of
The 4:45 Crew
We had to wake up at 4:45 to hike up to see the snow caps. Prydain (If I had to pick one: The Black Cauldron) - Lloyd Alexander
The Belgariad (Queen of Sorcery) - David Eddings
Dragons of Autumn Twilight - Weis and Hickman
The Gunslinger - Stephen King
Leaves of Grass - Whitman
Man´s Search for Meaning - Viktor Frankl
Slaughterhouse 5/Player Piano/Mother Night - Vonnegut (Mother Night)
Catcher in the Rye/Franny and Zooey - Jerome David Salinger (pick F&Z)
Retaining the capacity for awe and astonishment,
~Tyrone “Big Dub” Biggums
It is the mark of an educated mind to entertain a thought without accepting it ~ Aristotle
People ask me if I'd rather be feared or loved. I say both. I want people to be afraid of how much they love me.” ~ Michael Scott (the Office)
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Lulo...yum
Can you send me some lulo seeds? I'd like to try them in the garden.