Simply Read, Rifle, CO
photo by Tobin Sanson

Saturday, December 11, 2010

When I Think of All the Good Times That I've Wasted. . .

. . . having good times!

Andrew and I had the pleasure of hosting Keith Ladzinski early this week. Keith is a hilarious dude who will have you in stitches the whole time you're around him. In his honor we invited some great friends to the house and Andrew prepared one of my favorite meals, paella!

Photo by Joe Kinder

Great fun was had by all.

Here's a little video that Keith put together of the evening.
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Tuesday, November 30, 2010

A Life Without Climbing; AKA Winter

If official.  Winter has arrived on the Western Slope of Colorado. The snow tires are on the car and I've excepted the inevitable, a life without climbing.  Or, at least a life without consistently perfect climbing conditions that are readily accessible and at my beacon call.  You can climb here in the winter, it's just a lot less perfect.

I've decided to make a list of 8 things that keep me psyched in the winter.

1. The Glenwood Hot Springs
After a long day of work or a cold day out climbing nothing beats a soak in the Hot Springs Pool. It doesn't matter if there's a complete blizzard, you can always swim laps in the hot springs (the lap lanes are always a lovely 90 degrees). I love this place!
I borrowed this picture from
2. The Puoux
The Puoux is a little limestone band in the Glenwood Canyon, just on the edge of I-70. This petite crag gets direct sun for most of the day and hosts several stellar lines. The best part, if the clouds roll in, you can be at the BrewPub in less then 5 minutes.
Photo by Sam Elias
Wendy Williams photo by Andrew Bisharat

Danny Robertson photo by Andrew Bisharat

3. Super Happy Fun Time
There's a restaurant called Zheng's Bistro in Glenwood that has the best happy hour in town. For $7 you can get a drink and an appetizer! Several of my favorite teacher friends and I are regulars here!
photo by Andrew Bisharat
4. Skiing
I learned to ski on Christmas Day a few years ago.  While I've improved dramatically since then, I'd still call myself a 5.7 skier. Basically, I'm terrible. But, being terrible at skiing is a lot of fun. I love the fact that I can actually feel myself getting better each time I go out.

5. Football
I secretly LOVE football. Bad weather gives me the perfect excuse to watch!!
Super Bowl Party 2009

6. Urban Road Trips
When it gets too bleak, I like to head to Boulder/Denver for an Urban Roadtrip. Going to Movement is almost the same as going to Rifle. Well, maybe not exactly the same, but at least all of the same people are there. A weekend in the city is also a perfect time to go shopping in real stores and at Whole Foods!
photo borrowed from Movement's Facebook page

7. Ice Climbing
Haha, that one was a joke!  I always try to go, but I never manage to enjoy it.

8. Quality Time to Relax
The winter months are a great time to catch up on relaxing and spend some time with my friends. A time to let my muscles and tendons rest and recuperate.

Happy Winter everyone.  I hope you have your own ways of staying psyched!

Monday, November 15, 2010

Buy this Book!!

I am proud to announce that my boyfriend is now an award winning author! Last week we found out the Andrew Bisharat's book Sport Climbing: From Top Rope to Redpoint, Techniques for Climbing Success has won the 2010 National Outdoor Book Award (NOBA)--Best Instructional.

This is Andrew's first book, so winning an award is HUGE!

Buy it Here

Here's a video promo of the book!

Everyone should buy this book

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Yurts, Arches, and a Wedding

AB and I took a rare break from the working/climbing routine to attend the wedding of our friends Chris and Eula in Moab.

We had a relaxing weekend hanging out in a yurt, watching our friends get married at a popular base jumping point, and visiting Arches National Park where we enjoyed a picnic with a scenic view of Delicate Arch. 

Here are some photos I took, as well as many of Andrew's.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Half Chicken. . . Whole Story

The first snow fall of the year can only mean one thing. . .Halloween is on it's way. I've never been very good at Halloween. This year however that is all going to change with an eye patch, some makeshift leg splints and a chicken costume.

Each year, in the Spring, my Kindergarteners and I attempt to hatch baby chicks. To date 12 and a half chickens have come into my classroom.

This is the story of the Half Chicken.

After 21 days of anticipation, "hatching day" had finally arrived. I came into school extra early and tiptoed into my classroom, listening carefully for the little chirps of baby chickens.  For the record, I'd only every hatched one chicken, and he did not last long in this world.  So I'm not sure why I'd decided to try this whole experiment again. 

Sure enough, I hear little peep-peeps and hurry to the incubator.  Three fluffy black chickens are scurrying about while one more is wet and resting on the floor, after what I can only assume was an exhausting escape from a cramped shell. Throughout that day my classroom of children got to watch an additional 4 black chickens break free of their shells.  "This is the BEST day of my life!!!" rang from the the mouths of the children throughout the day.

By the end of the day four more eggs had small holes in them, promising more baby chicks in the morning.

Day two was when it all started to go wrong. Upon arriving at school I found 3 more black fluffy chickens wobbling and chirping about the incubator, bringing the total to 11.  It was adorable. . . well nearly adorable.

Also in the incubator was the egg/chick that would come to be known throughout the school as Half Chicken.  This little guy had managed to peck a dime sized hole in his shell.  Just enough room for all who looked to see that he was the only yellow chicken of the flock AND that something wasn't quite right.  His little yellow beak just didn't line up. It was lopsided, misaligned, and utterly useless. We could clearly see and hear this chick as he chirped and squawked and struggled to free himself.

You can only imagine the types of conversations that came of this situation.  Is he a chicken or is he an egg? What are we going to do? Can we help him out of the egg?

I'd done lots of internet research and knew that you are not suppose to help a chicken out of it's egg.  Breaking out is the prerequisite to becoming a chicken. If they can't get out, they are meant to be a chicken. "But what about c-section babies?" the other teachers ask. You were a c-section baby Ms. Vennon, what if no one had helped you out?

Despite a small, but strong contingent of "Free Half Chick" supporters, I stood by my opinion and refused to help this chicken, or was it still an egg? That night I went home, secretly hoping that in the morning the struggle would be over and we could deal with whatever that meant.

But no, the next day there he was. Still stuck, still fighting. Surely nature will run it's course sometime during the day, or with any luck overnight.

NO, day three arrives and this little chicken/egg is still making noise and struggling to free itself. Only now, it's managed to get one foot out of the egg.  Just one foot and a beak.

On a small side note, this was a day when the children were not in school, but were scheduled to come in, one at a time, and take their end of the year assessment.  The test that would show everything they'd learned, or rather that I'd taught them, throughout the year. How were they suppose to concentrate with half chicken squawking away in the incubator, with a just a foot and a beak sticking out.  This was getting ridiculous.  And to make it worse, every time I thought about the situation I visualized those little salt and pepper shakers walking around.  You know, the ones that are an egg with legs sticking out.  It was awful.

So I gave in.  I called the head of the "Free Half Chicken" support group and told him to do whatever he needed to do.  Half Chicken had to leave my classroom immediately and I was not to be held responsible for whatever was to come. But, I of course, wanted updates.

A few minutes later I get a call.  "Well, we hatched him," the voice said,  "and you were right, he kind of is a half chicken." I was informed that Half Chicken had only one eye and that his legs were utterly useless. Not to mention the fact that is beak was all wrong, so the prospect of eating or drinking didn't look good. He was free, but things didn't look good.

After a long day, we all left the school with heavy hearts, knowing that Half Chicken was unlikely to make it through the night.

"You're not going to believe it!!" screams the first voice I hear the next morning.  "Half Chicken is alive and he's standing up!"

A plan was quickly made to take Half Chicken 20 miles up valley to the vet. Perhaps they could save him.  He'd peeped out of his egg almost 5 days ago at this point.  Surely he needed to eat, or drink, or something. So, the incubator was plugged into the car charger and off Half Chicken went.

Throughout the late afternoon we received text message updates from the teacher who had arranged for all of this.

TXT: She put in a feeding tube
TXT: He's on an IV now
TXT: Be back soon
TXT: We're going to need to borrow a chicken as a mentor

$250 later Half Chicken had been put on a strict beak exercise routine, that involved squeezing and releasing his beak for 15 seconds at a time. He was also issued leg braces and prescribed a nutrient rich mash that was to be fed, via a suringe, every hour, on the hour, day and night.

The care of Half Chicken went to a 9 year old girl. She was determined to be the most experienced in these matter, as she had raised duckling the year before (although we do not talk about how that ended).

For a week, Half Chicken was in the school, traveling in his incubator, with his mentor chicken. He was fed during reading, math, and science and was often seen in the cafeteria being admired by the children in the school.  That girl carried Half Chicken with here EVERYWHERE.

And then one morning I came to school only to find Half Chicken's caretaker in my classroom sadly returning the mentor chick to his flock.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry, what happened?" was all I could say.

"Well. . . we were driving home from school last night and he just died and THEN he fell into his water bowl,"  she replied.

We'll never know if this order of events was exactly correct.  But, Half Chicken will live on. . . if only in my Halloween costume.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Hello October!

This past weekend Fall decided to make an appearance and bring some cool temperature to the Wester Slope of Colorado.  We've recently been stuck in a "heat wave," with temps reaching the high 80s in town daily.

I began working on the 7pm Show in mid-August and had anxiously been awaiting cool temps and good health. Both of which managed to elude me in September. Not only was the weather WAY too hot for this particular route, I was also ended up with a case of the Kindergarten crud, which eventually manifested itself in the form of pink eye.  YIPEE! This is, of course, an occupational hazard when you spend 7 hours a day in a room with 5-year olds.

After some forced rest (I was sent home from school) and lots of vitamins and EmergenC, I was back to feeling human when October came around.

This past weekend everything came together. It was a chilly 47 degrees in the canyon both Saturday and Sunday. After two new high points and two one hangs on Saturday I was excited and expectant Sunday morning. High expectations rarely lead to sending, at least for me. So of course I punted low on the first attempt. Oh well, come down, put on a jacket, wait a few minutes, and go again. Again, no success.

Immediately my mood changed and I became dejected. I knew I had another go in me, but what good would it do.  I NEVER send second day on, let alone on my third attempt.

Colette however said something that changed the day for me. She reminded me that it didn't really matter if I sent today. I was going to send the route eventually. If not today, then Thursday (a rare day off work for Fall Break), or Saturday, or Sunday.  Or maybe the weekend after that, or the one after that. It's not like I was going to stop trying the route. Worst case scenario, I have to keep working it next spring/summer/fall. . . it woudn't be the first time.

I manged to let go of expectations. 

Purposely I got a Lady Gaga song stuck in my head, warmed up my shoes, and danced around the base of the climb (alone of course, I completely denied that this ever happened when Joe and Colette walked up on me).

I started climbing, and this time I didn't fall on the opening hard moves. The next thing I knew I'd climbed through my high point and stuck "the move" that would lead me into my no-fall zone. I can't say it was easy to finish the climb. My legs were shaking out of control and my hands were completely numb. But, I manged to keep it together and clip the chains.

I realize that this is probably the last time in my life I'll break into a new number grade in climbing. Somehow, I like that idea! But that doesn't mean I'm going to stop trying!

Here are some pictures from an early working burn on the 7pm Show (5.14a) taken by Joey Kinder.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Team prAna!

I am proud to be one of the newest members of Team prAna! It feels great to be an ambassador for a company that makes comfortable, fashionable, environmentally conscious clothing for climbing and life.

I received my first shipment of clothing last night. I was so excited that I immediately tried each piece of clothing on and then hung them all up for pictures!

Check out a selection of the fall line.