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Giveaway + getaway

February 4th, 2011

A plug for a giveaway that I’m doing with my sister — we have two 2011 D.A.D. Project Calendars left in stock, so we’re looking for new homes for them!

Wanna win?? You can enter two different ways:

1) Leave a comment on our original giveaway blog post (make sure to let us know how we can reach you!) = 1 entry;

2) If you’re on Facebook, leave a comment on the related post (dated January 31, 2011) = 1 entry.

Maximum two entries per person and open to anyone worldwide.

Our draw closes at 11:59pm EST on Friday, February 4th — that’s TONIGHT!

We’ll pick two winners this weekend, and calendars will be shipped out on Monday. G’luck!

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Yesterday, we got back from a week in Varadero, Cuba — and wow. Wonderful weather, lots of R&R, an amazing day trip to Havana, great food and company. Sadly, my camera pooped out during the trip (ok ok, it *might* have gotten dropped on the beach and now needs a serious cleaning because the lens won’t close) so I can’t access my photos at this moment. But John snapped this fun shot on the last evening of our stay… say hullo to my belly!

photo by John Bagnell

A great vacation, to be sure, but I’m also really happy to be back home (well, not so much the freezing weather…) and in my own bed. And nesting. More on that soon :)

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WIPEOUT.

July 8th, 2010

I tried tubing for the first time in my life last weekend… this video is of my last run. John’s on the solo red tube on the left, I’m doubling up with my friend Kim, and I’m on the far right. Our buddy Colin was at the wheel, and did what he calls the ‘full circle attack’. The result, just before the 1 minute mark, is that we gals hit a very rough patch of crossing wakes. We got huge air, my neck went distinctly “cra-cra-cra-crack!” when I landed back on the tube, and I kept my toes pointed the entire time…

10 points for style?

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Big Sur Prize

May 26th, 2010

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Shoot the Moon photograph by jafrisi

I’m still culling the photos from California and will post some soon. Ironically, the single most memorable and awe-inspiring highlight from the whole two weeks was an event that neither John nor I caught photos of… because cameras weren’t allowed.

We were in Big Sur, staying at Treebones Resort for the night (in a yurt!), and had been recommended to reserve spots at the Esalen Institute to do the hot springs night soak. I’m glad I’d looked into this before (reading my buddy Hart’s experience of this helped, and was also hilarious!) because it was such a strange arrangement:

When I called to make our booking, the receptionist instructed that we park near the sign of the Institute — which is right off highway 1 — and wait to be retrieved. The night soak is from 1 until 3 a.m, so we were asked to arrive at 12:50 a.m. All around the Big Sur area, the highway is incredibly curvy, has no lighting, and sometimes no guardrails, with the steep cliffs down to the heaving Pacific Ocean below. So driving the 21 miles north from Treebones to Esalen, bleary-eyed and exhausted, was questionable (“Are we crazy???”) and occasionally heart-stopping.

About 20 of us had booked spots. We were escorted into the Institute and down to the baths, got our instructions and towels, rinsed off in the public showers, then dispersed (clothing optional) to the multiple concrete tubs. John and I picked a bath that was half under a roof, and half under the gorgeous clear sky; lucky us, we got the tub to ourselves for the entire time. Other than a couple of dim lamps along the ground and the stars in the sky, it was pitch black out. We got used to the faint smell of sulphur, and were able to add as much natural hot spring water into the tub as we wanted.

It was pretty magical at that.

I had my eyes closed and was drifting around half-sleep, lulled by the sounds of the waves of the ocean, just a few dozen metres below us. Then I suddenly had to squint from brightness, peeked open one eye, and whispered to John “Whassat!?” He said, “It’s the moon.”

Over the next half hour or so, we watched a sliver of the moon poke out from behind a cliff, then ‘rise’ horizontally out into the velvet sky. I was blown away at how quickly it inched across, and also by just how much light it reflected — enough that we could clearly see the waves crashing on the rocks below. I was mesmerized, got lost in the moon’s nooks and crannies… and then had a flashback to being a young kid in the back of the car as my parents drove, staring out at the moon and thinking that it was following us.

It was the first time I’d looked at the moon — really looked at it — in too many years.

I’m glad the Esalen people asked us not to take photos. There would’ve been annoying flashes popping all over, and the steam would’ve made it impossible anyway. I actually like that the only way that I can remember the experience is to remember it. Would you believe me if I told you we also saw a shooting star?

We were sitting there with eyes as big as pies, feeling humbled as hell, shaking our heads at what we’d seen so far — Yosemite, giant sequoias, driving for miles along the ocean — and knowing we still had half the trip in front of us… and John said “I guess the theme of this trip is that we’re insignificant. And lucky.”

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