My first time in the heart of New York City, Brooklyn to be exact, I was shown around by my best friend Kelsey and her son Rafael. Rafa, one was cool cat. After bonding with Rafa at the playground in Prospect Park, later in the day I believe I averted a possible disaster when I found him walking thru the living room with a packaged dried hot pepper. He probably thought it was some candy. Noone seemed to find the importance in what I had done. I'm not sure if I could ever relax if I were a dad.
One of the athletes, Trista, took a cool photo of me working while in Clearwater Beach, FL for the 70.3 World Championships.
Okay a few things about the motorcycle. Yes, I own a motorcycle now. Yes, I am kind of nervous about its operation and don't want to injure myself. Yes, I am excited to work on it (Its got two wheels and a chain and brakes with nuts and bolts that hold it together so it's practically like a bicycle. It just happens to have stuff like an engine and various electronic doo-dads. So What!)
These pictures of Gannett Peak have been kicking around on my computer the last month or so. I've been reminiscing about climbing this mountain (jeeze, 1990?) after getting re-acquanted with some of the folks who I climbed it with. Keri told me a plane went missing in this area of the Wind River Mountain Range in Wyoming and it peaked my interest to find some photos of the mountain.
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