Behold:
My first razzmataz game at the official Razzer. Well, at least my first succesful game, in which no one cried or was injured.
CJ
Friday, July 10, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Priceless ...
After being rejected by another groomer we found Becky at The Dog Show in Salt Lake City. She didn't fall for his wild act.
Grooming: $26
Tip: $10
Parking Ticket: $25
Happy Kitty: Priceless!
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Three Canyon
Last weekend my friend Andrew Cavanagh and I (Jed) did a couple of slot canyons about 30 miles south of Green River, Utah. I've broken them up into two posts because it's easier for my mediocre blogging skills to handle. We did one canyon on Friday, and the second one on Saturday. They were both pretty cool canyons, better than I expected. Here is the mouth of the first canyon, Three Canyon, which ends up at a bend in the Green River about 5 miles down canyon.
Here is Andrew doing the 1st rappel:
After the 1st rappel and a few hundred yards of narrows the canyon opens up to be nice and green with a trickle of water running through it. It reminded me a lot of Lake Powell side canyons.
We hiked about 3 1/2 miles of the main canyon, then turned up the Northwest spur to exit. We found a nice shady spot below a couple of dry falls to eat lunch. The exit was a little dicey with some easy but exposed free soloing. Fortunately there were some heavy duty bolts we could use for anchors at the top.
Up on the canyon rim, and everywhere this weekend, we saw lots of cacti in bloom.
After exiting the side of the Northwest spur I rode a mountain bike down to the truck and brought it back. We took a quick refueling break and then did the top of the Northwest spur, exiting the same way we had before. We were excited to get back in the canyon not just to do more exploring, but also because it was dang hot in the open desert sun. I didn't take a picture of the first rappel, but here is Andrew on the second rappel.
The Northwest spur had nice echos; single syllable words came back very clear. "Fart" worked especially well. Andrew cooked up a groovy dinner after we found a campsite next to Saturday's canyon. As soon as it was dark we were out cold.
Here is Andrew doing the 1st rappel:
After the 1st rappel and a few hundred yards of narrows the canyon opens up to be nice and green with a trickle of water running through it. It reminded me a lot of Lake Powell side canyons.
We hiked about 3 1/2 miles of the main canyon, then turned up the Northwest spur to exit. We found a nice shady spot below a couple of dry falls to eat lunch. The exit was a little dicey with some easy but exposed free soloing. Fortunately there were some heavy duty bolts we could use for anchors at the top.
Up on the canyon rim, and everywhere this weekend, we saw lots of cacti in bloom.
After exiting the side of the Northwest spur I rode a mountain bike down to the truck and brought it back. We took a quick refueling break and then did the top of the Northwest spur, exiting the same way we had before. We were excited to get back in the canyon not just to do more exploring, but also because it was dang hot in the open desert sun. I didn't take a picture of the first rappel, but here is Andrew on the second rappel.
The Northwest spur had nice echos; single syllable words came back very clear. "Fart" worked especially well. Andrew cooked up a groovy dinner after we found a campsite next to Saturday's canyon. As soon as it was dark we were out cold.
Moonshine Wash
On Saturday Andrew and I did Moonshine wash. We were able to just walk into this canyon. Here is the start of the slot:
There is a sweet bridge over the narrows where shepherds used to cross. I've seen sheep walk, and this doesn't look like a great idea:
Here is a view showing how far up it is (about 100 feet):
Instead of hiking the rest of the wash in the blazing sun, we exited through a short slot canyon spur. Unfortunately I didn't take any pictures of the cement tanks that were part of the prohibition-era distillery from which the wash gets its name, but we did see them. Here is a picture looking down into the wash from the side canyon. You can see a little bit of green from the wash.
Andrew and I are the best of friends. We do everything together.
There is a sweet bridge over the narrows where shepherds used to cross. I've seen sheep walk, and this doesn't look like a great idea:
Here is a view showing how far up it is (about 100 feet):
Instead of hiking the rest of the wash in the blazing sun, we exited through a short slot canyon spur. Unfortunately I didn't take any pictures of the cement tanks that were part of the prohibition-era distillery from which the wash gets its name, but we did see them. Here is a picture looking down into the wash from the side canyon. You can see a little bit of green from the wash.
Andrew and I are the best of friends. We do everything together.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
time to get back into posting...
Ann at Point Reyes:
some guy in upper Mill B
me and Has sporting "preppy j-crew " and "midnight in Venice" at campMt Shasta (above and below)
trinity chutes Mt Shasta
Has and Tylermean cat:
Matt and I skiing the Heart of DarknessBig Cottonwood Canyon:
photo of me by Garrett Smith/HammersIncCalifornia:
HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA! Roller blades, spandex, AND a fanny pack?It just doesn't get any better than this.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Tempe Fun
Our visit to Tempe, AZ: Scottsdale shopping & Arabic food, Talesin West & Mexican food, Mexico, Thai food and an encounter with President Jimmy Carter - especially his security detail, Golfing & Indian food. The best was spending time with SCOTT!
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Jed and churchball
So I played churchball this morning for the first time since I was a teenager (I think). I still don't like it. Here's to Whittaker basketball skills.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
The Party
I think the above photo proves that Lane is God's chosen one.
Family Home Videos. Yup.
The devil himself.
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