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First snow

We've had about a foot and half of snow over the last day or so. I'm ready to start the winter sport season!

I had a lot of fun with Zella on our walk today. I didn't do the best job capturing her bounding on my cell phone, always a few seconds late for the prime material, but something of her nature in snow comes through. She is a total snow fox. I'm going to try to get some better video sometime this winter. Enjoy.

My dog is better than your dog

When we were looking for a dog, "cute" and "small" wern't on the priority list - while visiting shelters we were aiming for a medium dog with enough energy to run 5 miles and to hike in the mountains, and to be not much of a hassle in temperment and habits.

This fully grown 12 pound dog, supposedly a Sheltie/Shephard mix, is the best dog of all time. Wouldn't change a thing. She's good enough of a runnner and a hiker, but her real strength is charm and spreading happiness. You just can't be grumpy around this dog. People stop their cars to ask what she is, you hear people you pass say "oh my God did you see that dog?" Every day, every where we go, at age one and a half Zella stops traffic. Best dog ever.

Advanced chuckboxery

I've been living with my Mark I chuck box for a couple years now and I thought I'd post a bit of what I've learned. Every time I'm in a hardware store my antennae is up for ways I can improve its design and/or usefulness. I've upped my inventory a bit, even including a bud vase among the stock items, but it's not yet jam-packed and I remain very pleased with its size, weight, and utility. I do think about building another one, a Mark II, aiming for chuck box perfection. We'll see. Until then, here are some thoughts.

I increased the available counter space with a side table. It's mounted with common track and brace shelf supports. The 1/4" ply table and the brackets pop out and store inside the box with a minimal amount of effort and space, which is exactly what I aim for. The extra space keeps the other surfaces from getting over-loaded and it looks great. The braces are wrapped with duct tape to mute the sharp edges so they can be used to hold a draw string garbage bag.

Opposite the side table is a 3 bar towel rack like your grandma maybe had around the sink. I usually use one of the bars to hold a roll of paper towels and the others for dish cloths. It advances the "everything has a place" ethic and is another worthwhile addition. On that side there's also a bottle opener that comes in handy from time to time.

With the table on the left and towels at the ready on the right and with additional space up top and with hands-free garbage access, all within easy reach and at the right height, the workspace works even better than it used to.

Lots of people are interested in the legs. I talked about them a little bit in the comments to this post, and the method of attachment can be seen in the photo below.

I used a piano hinge for the door, and that's a good choice. But I deliberately mounted it so that the door when opened drops down from the bottom of the chuck box, thinking that this way any spills wouldn't run into the box. It also means you can't open the door when the box is on a table or on the ground. That was a big enough nuisance that I mounted feet to prop it up a bit so the door can be opened when it's not on its legs. Now the feet get hung up when I'm sliding it around. Next time, I'll mount the door so it opens flush. Speaking of sliding it around, a set of those Magic Sliders on the bottom sure makes life easier.

I don't mind if the outside gets beat up, but I want the inside to give the impression of being pristine-clean, so I used the most durable glossy white paint I could find, and over that I sprayed clear enamel. It still wears and scratches, though, as things jostle about during transport and as things are repeatedly slid in and out, especially the green propane tanks. I think I would have better achieved my goal if I polyurethaned the inside rather than painted it.

The box's dimensions are designed around a Coleman Fold-n-Go stove, which is a compact choice. But it doesn't have a wind screen and a small breeze can significantly decrease its cooking efficiency. I compensated by fashioning a sturdy screen that attaches to the side of the work area, but it's a bother to set up and take down. Bother is bad. If I could, I'd go with a more standard stove configuration with a built-in wind screen. Sadly, the depth of this box is 1/2" too shallow to allow that, and I'd probably want just a bit more height as well. The Fold-n-Go fits in the vertical compartment. A standard stove would have to fit in one of the horizontal compartments and have stuff on top of it.

I could get some of the space needed for a standard form-factor stove by going with 1/2" plywood rather than 3/4". Starting from scratch I'd definitely go with 1/2" material, maybe even thinner on the back if it wasn't going to open. I'd keep the external dimensions about the same, maybe bumping up the depth and height a half inch or so in addition to the half inch I'd gain by using the thiner material. That would still fit in the hatch of the old Swedish Sporty Utility Hatchback that I seem to be keeping for the rest of my life.

I really like the three compartment configuration and using a couple bins and washbasins to hold most of the stuff. I would route out 50% of the material in the vertical divider to save some weight, maybe add a swoopy front edge to make it look more fancy.

I'd add another drop-down door on the back side to get another work space. Having both a prep area and a cooking area available at the same time would come in handy when you have a team-produced meal in progress.

I originally used screw-in eyelets for the chain that supports the door. I changed those out with hardware that bolts through.

There are big chalk boards painted on the back and on the door for menus and messages that is useful every once in a while.

That is about all I know about chuck boxes.

Ski Train down

Looks like we got on board the ski train for the last of its 69 seasons. Just when I thought I had a solid plan for that in-the-shadow-of-New-Years birthday of mine, it shuts down. Oh well.

Said the operators:

The Anschutz Company is confirming news reports that the Ski Train has been sold to the Algoma Central Railway Inc., a subsidiary of Canadian National Railway, and will no longer be operated in Colorado.

A subsidiary of the Anschutz Company has operated the Ski Train at a consistent loss over the past 21 years.

Profitability had never been the controlling issue with the Ski Train. However, more recently it has faced additional, serious challenges including, escalating costs - particularly liability coverage; operational conflicts with freight train traffic, substantial uncertainties posed by redevelopment of Denver's Union Station; as well as long-term impacts resulting from this nation's economic crisis.

Regrettably, the Ski Train could no longer be operated under these conditions.

Reunion

Seen these guys lately? It's been a while for me. Like 20-some years. After I met Paul in DC last year, five of us started talking about getting together somewhere, and after some planning we did just that. Ultimately we were a party of three, with Mike and Mark and me. Paul and Shannon had late-breaking conflicts that kept them away. So it goes. Next time, guys. There will be a next time.

In the spirit of the times we decided to keep it simple with a Colorado trip where we could use a condo in Mark's family and I could provide ground support. We snowmobiled along the continental divide in fresh powder and alpine sunshine. We went skiing at Copper. We ran around Breckenridge and Summit County. We watched video from '84/'85. Most importantly, we spent a lot of time hanging out and getting caught up. A lot of time getting caught up.

Satisfying beyond expectations. Key West in '10 anyone?

Norway 2008

Back in August, my mom and her husband, Gary, brought the family to Norway, the whole lot of us - me, my brother, my sister and her family. What a great thing to do! I'm so long in writing about it and in posting pictures only because it's such a big thing to condense down into a post, and very personal. That, and cutting down the 1,000-plus pictures I ended up with once we all swapped was a chore that I'm still not done with. If you want to know about this trip, ask me about it. Here are some details in broad strokes.

We were in Norway for two weeks. For the first week we were on a guided tour through Brekke Travel from Grand Forks, ND, specifically on their Splendor of Norway tour, which basically runs from Bergen to Oslo through Fjord country. Just a fantastic week, though the weather was wet for most of the time. While in Oslo we spent an afternoon with relatives from my Mom's mother's side of the family.

The second week we stayed with relatives in Telemark with whom we are connected through my mom's father. I honestly have not known hospitality so generous as what was shown us. That entire week was full of activity as we visited areas of interest to our family and had explained to us the comings and goings and affairs of generations of relatives. Fascinating and soul-satisfying, more so than what I had anticipated. They had letters from the first generation that left Norway, talking about setting up the farm in North Dakota - just a treasure of documented and oral history. An absolute treasure. Pictured below is the latest common ancestor that I share with my Norwegian relatives, my great-great grandfather Hans. One of my great grand fathers was one of his 17 children. Saw Hans' farms, his buildings, heard his story, met other descendants. I know this guy.

My dad's family is also from Telemark, just in the next valley from where my mom's people are. We made a trip over to that area and visited some family land, though we weren't able to visit with any relatives. In this post astute readers can deduce the origins of my surname.

I had been in Norway some time ago when I was 17. Many things were familiar, but of course it's much different to visit some place as an adult than as a kid. Some of the things that were lost on me the first time are what a green, vibrant land it is and the beauty of the language and the people. When I was at places where I knew I'd been before I had this sense of closing a loop. And even places that I hadn't been before seemed very familiar. It's the kind of trip that made certain things make sense to me in ways that they hadn't before. Pretty cool. Don't forget to ask me about it, now.

More photos here.

Sport with a thousand dangers

Vail, back bowls. Man gets on chair lift with young child, and, failing to notice the seat is raised, falls through the hole until stopped by a ski that doesn't release, leaving him dangling upside down as the lift proceeds up the mountain. Pants: down. Onlookers deliberating and taking pictures. Real bad day. Then the story and photos get on the internet (details here - don't miss these photos!). This guy has the best party story, the stuff of legends. Skiers (shakes head).

Ski Train

To celebrate my birthday, we got on board the Ski Train with another couple. It runs between downtown Denver and Winter Park, and has been doing so since 1940. It's a couple hours up and a couple hours down, and it puts you on the slopes for about the full day. Breakfast stuff available in the morning, and happy hour stuff available in the evening. It keeps you out of traffic and puts you in a different frame of mind. What more could you want? Pretty cool - might be a b-day tradition in the making. A couple more pics here.

Purple tree

Yes, it really is purple, and quite small, festively atop the dog crate betwixt the living and dining rooms. Doubters, I'm sure you see now that it is the perfect tree.

Season opener


Heard this one before? Over the Thanksgiving weekend, G and I made it up the mountain just before a storm dropped 18 inches over a couple of days.... Yeah, I thought so. Doesn't seem to get old though, does it.

We're at a different set of resorts this year, Copper, Winter Park, and Steamboat, mixing it up a bit. After joining a group of 18 for the big meal, we headed up to a condo in Frisco and started our season of riding at Copper, with a couple other couples joining us at various times. We nailed the weather, fluffy Colorado powder coming down all weekend. Zella had a blast. There might be some reindeer in her.

But then the weather nailed us. I-70 had closed due to weather, so we headed south to 285, which also promptly closed just before we got there. So we kept driving south in search of an open route to the east and down. We finally came out in Colorado Springs, just in time for a wet, icy storm and the height of the holiday traffic. Total elapsed time to travel what under usual conditions is a 100 mile trip: 8.5 hours.