Big Snow Year Predicted

We can't wait for some deep snowboarding days this year, and these early season storms are making us more anxious. H and I visited Uncle Chip's shop in Park City on Saturday to see some snow and check out the new gear.
H is stoked for skiing this year, so long as I'm not his instructor after our last outing together.

Bread Snob

Can someone please tell me the difference between a baguette and french bread?? I'm a simple man. Born and raised in the Oregon plains (and a few years in a small desert-town, Phoenix). Reared on home-made whole-wheat bread. Maybe I didn't even spell baguette correctly for all I know.

The Funny Madre made a delicious bisque (that's a soup, for all of you readers in Glendale) and asked me to bring home a baguette. I became confused in the bakery after handling, inspecting, pinching, and sniffing the assorted bread shapes. Nothing was labeled "baguette". Do you think I'd stop and ask someone behind the counter?

I came home with a long loaf of sourdough I thought would work. It did work, but it was not a baguette according to FM. I've been known to cook a good loaf every now and then, but that's my limit to the bread world.

Great dinner AK. That "Home Chef" degree is paying off. Bisque every night.

I mean "snob" in the most loving sense of the word.

My Blog=Funny Madre Part Deux

OK..OK. I'm not updating this blog that often because Funny Madre beats me to the good family topics!! What to Blog about? Huge kudos to the Funny Madre, my wonderful wife for being such a wonderful mother especially while I was out of town in Humid-ville (notice the hyphen PL?)

September 11, 2001

AK, H, Tia D, and I pulled into Tulsa in the early early hours of 9/11/01 for a short-term move. I woke up that morning to AK running up the stairs to our temp home saying to turn on the television. I watched the burning towers collapse after the terrorist attack.

I'll never forget the attacks that day, nor the tremendous courage displayed by first-responders and leadership and reponse by President George W. Bush.

This was not the first attack by islamic-fundamentalist terrorists on the American way of life (ie. freedoms of religion, speech, capitalism), but may be the most memorialized and hopefully the last one of its' kind on our soil as long as Americans continue to remember that day and fight to prevent a repeat.

Saturday's ride

Took a bike ride up to the top of Solitude Ski Resort and back early Saturday. It must have been 40 degrees and chilly. The last quarter mile of the ride to the summit was so steep, compounded by the fact my gears needed a tune-up and couldn't access my lowest gears, I ended up pushing the bike. The downhill was steep and very rocky. V crashed twice and left some blood and flesh on the hill. I want to ride the Canyons and Park City before winter.

¡No más!

I think I've officially, at age 34, kicked the case of AMVS (you know, "Adult-Male Videogame Syndrome"). Listed the xbox 360 on ksl.com and sold the device within 24 hours for $300 more than I paid for it. I don't feel any different. No withdrawals. It can be done. I guess I've logged enough hours playing Halo2 online that I've had my fill and whetted the online-gaming appetite.

In other news, I fished the Low-Pro above Sundance last week with cousin Benny. Landed 3 or 4. The Provo ain't what it used to be. Still, it was an unbelievable setting to be fishing in the shadows of Timp with a gazillion stars overnoggin.

Sunday Afternoon at the Bird

Sunday afternoon hikes at Snowbird are the best. These little guys just love chasing after the squirrels, hiding and scaring each other, and most of all--throwing rocks. Especially into water.
We discovered the rockin' new playground up there. I'm sure we'll hit the Bird several more times before snowfall.