Why Stan is the Man

I share my dad’s love for the outdoors so we always go play whenever we’re together. This time around, we determined biking would be our adventure de choix.

Or, at least we tried.

Day 1: 15 minutes into our ride, I realized my tire was flat and I didn’t have any repair tools. Gave him not-so stellar directions to bike home (he got kinda lost) and called annoyed Jamie who drove to get me. Took wheel off bike and got it repaired at bike shop.

Day 2: Second attempt at Father-Daughter bike ride. Could not get the wheel back on my road bike. SERIOUSLY (Jamie, Dad and I all attempted…and failed). Took it back to the bike shop; once again, Dad goes on solo bike ride.

Day 3: Extremely determined and finally go on lovely ride along Ralston Creek to Tucker Lake.

Seem tranquil? I assure you it was not. This was the scene just two minutes prior.

Though my dad is an avid outdoor enthusiast who bikes daily in the summer, my toe clips proved problematic. This is just a nice way of saying when he slowed to a stop, he forgot his feet were stuck in them and he fell over.

He couldn’t move his finger for a couple of days and had some scrapes and bruises but Stan the Man got back on that bike and finished the ride up a steep hill.

I wanna be just like him when I’m in my 70s.

Tough. Not the part about falling over from forgetfulness.

One of the many reasons I love my dad

It finally feels like Fall in Colorado and after a long, hot summer this is the time of year I enjoy the most. Well, with the exception of winter’s glorious snow. And who doesn’t love spring blossoms?

OK, mostly I just hate summer’s heat.

As a part of my physical therapy, I’ve been trying to bike daily. Though I don’t yet feel I’m ready to hike, my knee is getting stronger every day. Yesterday, I biked for over an hour and was delighted, upon summiting a large hill on the Ralston Creek Trail, to have a vantage point of two gorgeous lakes.

But even better was I actually passed a young dude on the trail, evidence I’m finally gaining some speed. “This is the stretch that always gets me,” he mumbled as an excuse. “Yeah, me too!” I breathed as I raced by.

Or not.

Dear ol’ dad posted the following as his Facebook status last weekend:

Passed these two teenagers pushing their mountain bikes up the Southland Drive hill.

’70-year-old guy passing on your left,’ said I.

‘Heh, heh,’ said they in obvious humiliation.

Just in case you’re wondering where I get “it” from.

Lord of the Flies

First, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY DEAR DAD who is truly the most honorable, supportive, tolerant and kind man I know!!!

Picture: crab hunting with my brothers and Jamie in the Outer Banks last summer. Don’t judge them for their matching shirts.

Though I did.


It’s been a busy travel month for sure. Almost immediately after I left town on Friday, Jamie contracted Haddie’s bug and spent the weekend miserable in bed.

I started feeling it Saturday on Park City Mountain Resort’s slopes.

It wasn’t pretty for either of us, especially for me when I got stuck in Salt Lake City’s airport last night due to fog. This picture taken by my friend Barb when we FINALLY boarded a different airplane ’bout sums up how I was feeling.

She claimed she was going to sue Delta Airlines if I got her sick during our airport fiasco.

Usually when I return home from a trip, Jamie does an amazing job cleaning the house but I had low expectations this time around. I knew he was in survival mode and had to let the kids run wild watching movies and messing up the house while he rested.

For once, my expectations were met.

Thankfully, the kids were good sports and were great at entertaining themselves even though the house fell victim to their exploits. Or, as Jamie said,

“At first, they loved the total anarchy but after a while even that got old.”

Anyone want to guess how I’ll be spending my day?….

Happy Father’s Day to the Men in My Life!

I was raised by an amazingly tolerant, patient and loving dad whose entire life has been an example of quiet service. He taught me to love the outdoors and gave me wings to fly.

I inherited a fun father-in-law who raised his son in righteousness, puts up with my wisecracks and wisely predicted Jamie would someday marry a Canadian.

I married a hilarious, kind, wise, doting man who is a great dad, hard-working provider and is beloved by everyone he encounters.

I am numbered among the blessed today.

Happy Father’s Day to dads everywhere!