Breath of fresh air

September 14th, 08

It was good to be outside tonight, refreshing. A quick change from the bright TV room full of roommates to the quiet, dimly lit streets, wet after a day of rain, which showed a line as steady as my bike behind the back tire. Wind gusts were strong enough for me to feel comfortable praying and signing out loud that late, knowing that no one would hear me. In the mood to enjoy every simple beautiful thing, I pedaled slowly, swaying with the bike in the empty streets, as I stared at the full moon. I realized, not for the first time, that regardless of how much I worry, things always workout. I’ve decided to worry less this semester, cause as busy as things may become, worrying won’t help, it’s futile. If how I feel has no effect on how things turn out, I might as well be calm, be happy.

U.S. Road Trip Home

We didn't have a video camera for the trip home from Jasper so I started a journal that Jamie and Luc contributed to. Kinda long, but reading's optional, enjoy!

Day 1 (Aug. 14th): We wake up at 8, after a wonderful night at Champs singing Free Fallin’ and Time of your Life, to start packing. Because Ed was replaced by Luc for the trip home we decided to bring along a 4 foot tall piece of cardboard glued to a picture of Ed in his work uniform holding a pot of pasta. So the 3 of us and the funny looking man on the cardboard finally leave by 1:30 and head south-east on the Icefields parkway. Although we had to make up some time we stopped in Lake Louise for a polar bear swim and a photo op with cardboard Ed, an idea that was embraced by the canoe dock staff. In Calgary we stopped at the city’s local gem, Peter’s Drive-in, for food and shakes, then in Fort Macleod to fill up, which was a surprisingly nice town in the middle of prairie land. We made it down to the border at Coutts Alberta to be greeted by a man who’s face had never seen a smile. After being asked twice if we had any alcohol or tobacco in the car we were told to come inside where we were asked a third time by another man who conducted the main interrogation and who enjoyed our incessant comments and wit. We then joked around with nice folk from Red Deer and Houston in the sitting area while the officer violated Angie’s (our car) privacy. Once the delay was done we entered Sweetgrass Montana which seemed not to have any buildings or farms, just a sign and lots of unkempt grass. At 1 am after 930 clicks we set up camp behind a couple small roadside bushes about 10 feet from train tracks and not far from the station. We didn’t put a fly on the tent cause the weather was perfect then fell asleep despite the train horns to complete a successful day 1.

Day 2: At 5 am I’m woken by Jamie who noticed that we were being bombarded by an army of sprinklers. After getting oriented we get out and dance around the sprinklers to put on the fly. Because we left the door open, Jamie’s sleeping bag is wet but he powers through and we sleep till 7:15 in the “rain”. We pack up the wet tent, eat a good breakfast at Hardee’s before filling up Angie and buying litre Gatorade’s for $1 a piece!
Everyone in Montana so far is real friendly (minus border control) and have neat accents.
At 8:45 with our Great Falls casino count at 21 we hit the highway.
In Lewistown we stopped for directions/bathroom break and realized people in Montana look exactly like you’d expect them to. Most of the citizens in town are older men wearing mesh ball caps with the red, white and blue stitched in the side and drive one of the 1970’s version of the Chevy pick-up with NRA(national rifle association) stickers on the back. Still though, to us English speaking white folk they’re very kind.

Luc’s Backseat Confessions- Part 1
I have noticed spending a lot of time in the back seat that everything has become one big nap. You are cut off from the front seat conversation due to music/wind from windows. So you end up sleeping to pass time. Take it from me, going on my 5th nap.

So we were going to ride a cow but Richard scared them away. To add to the road trip we stopped at a Wal-Mart and got 3 T-shirts, (blue, yellow and orange) all saying Montana.
Side note Rich pulled over for an over-sized load truck thinking it was an emergency car or something.

Jamie’s Backseat confessions- Part 1:
-Jamie in the backseat now reconnecting with my good friend Norman (Rich’s guitar). Montana is almost over and I must say I am relieved.
-We have realized that we will go through Wisconsin for about 20 minutes which has always been a dream of mine.
-Pictures were taken with Ed in Ashland after narrowly avoiding a gas crisis.
-The backseat is getting smaller and smaller as I slowly lose my mind. The aura and mystique of the 20 minute nap has worn off and I grow weary.
-Montana appears to be lake-less as I have not seen natural water since Alberta. Pretty sure Montana is minimum 300 times more boring than Manitoba.

Luc’s Front seat Confessional Part 1:
This is much better then the back seat. When I was back there I slept way more to pass the time and to prevent my mind being lost to Montanans. The front seat has opened my mind to a whole new world. “The hills are alive with the sound of music.” This is a strange place, pretty sure Montana makes up 85% of the U.S. This place won’t end. Besides the trend of tons of Casino’s we have been passing tons of construction zones with ZERO people working…or even there. I must add in… this is Friday between 9 and 5. They must have different weekends than us. –with love Luc

P.S. We all look sexy in our colour Montana T-shirts.

Luc’s Driver seat Confessional Part 1:
Man, Jamie and Rich are giving me weird looks. Like I can’t drive and write at the same time. HA!

Back seat confessional part Richard:
I feel like I’m sitting in front of a green screen and the same scene continues to replay. My first driving stint is over and Montana continues not to let us go. The break may be hard on her but I am fully ready for the change. I’ve seen more grass and cows then I ever want to see again and I think the only people alive in this state are those attending gas stations with a wall devoted to VHS movies, not a DVD in sight. During my driving stage I was struggling to stay awake while following the back of the same Chevrolet. I tried to stay awake by driving 140 km/h and passing the only 2 trucks in sight. It almost didn’t work but like a Leaf guaranteeing a playoff spot, “almosts” don’t mean much.

Shotgun Confessions Part Jamie.
By my count, South Dakota has 200 times more lakes, 30 times more trees and 1 more Mount Rushmore than Montana. We also passed an 80 foot tall Brontosaurus that I could easily fight if it were alive and if I weren’t lazy.

Day 2 continued:
According to the map we drove from Montana through Wyoming for 20 minutes and into South Dakota but due to the lack of anything but field we didn’t realize it till the silo with Dakota Grain on it. We stopped in Rapid City and experienced again the ridiculously cheap cost of food in the U.S. I’m now almost certain that becoming a U.S. resident would guarantee a lifetime of financial success.
South of Rapid city on our way to a campsite by Mount Rushmore we drove through a strip that was somewhere between a carnival, a small Las Vegas and a shrine dedicated to America’s amazingness.
We stopped for a walk and talked to a friendly local on her smoke break. She figured we weren’t from Montana despite our matching T-shirts and after introductions she admitted, like many before her, that she hadn’t heard of Ottawa or Ontario. We followed her back in the store for some ice cream, she sat at our table and we talked some more. Apparently less than 50% of her grade 9 class graduated, but being a graduate herself I guess ignorance of my home is a constant.
We made it back to the car and complained about the cold while our breaths showed in the air. Wintertime is something we did not expect from the state with “South” in its name.
At a campground nearby we set the tent up on its fly to protect ourselves from the wet grass then laid ponchos out on the floor of the already soaked tent. After blaming our inability to maintain a fire on the -20 degree weather we called it a night.

Back seat confessional, Luc’s round 2:

OK, Mt. Rushmore was pretty good. You wont believe it but there are faces in the mountain….I know the things Americans spend their money on. I also found the Declaration of Independence and they let me take it. Have to hide that at the border.

Day 3:
So, once out of Rushmore’s Black Hills, South Dakota is very similar to Montana. Not much to see so they put some interesting things by the interstate. The statue of the man walking his T-Rex on a leash was magic. Soon after we crossed Missouri river and pulled up to a beach to swim with locals. That was the first non glacier fed water we’d swam in since 2006. Beautiful water and our first “shower” since Jasper. In Mitchell we stopped for the corn palace which is made of brick but covered inside and out with corn. Using different sections of the plant they create designs and some neat art pieces. Not as interesting as we expected but still pretty cool. We powered through the rest of the state and braked for a photo op in Blue Earth, Minnesota where they have a statue of a huge green giant. Surprisingly, bags of creamed corn were nowhere to be found. Minnesota’s much more like Ontario than the last states. Less livestock, more corn and trees. We made it to Des Moines, Iowa by 11pm and we both (Luc slept on) struggled to get a first impression. From what I saw when we were lost trying to get out of the city it seemed pretty nice. We made our way east to Rock Creek State park down highway 6 and while turning off I spotted the dreaded flashing lights in my rear-view mirror. Going 57 miles/h in a 45 where I had actually been looking for the speed limit sign. The guy was real nice and didn’t fine us even without the car registration. That was also the 5th cop car we had seen in our 2 hours of Iowa. Not a prime state for conducting illegal activities. Arrived at the park just short of 1am and failed to find a legit campsite so we pitched the tent by a picnic table overlooking a lake and slept wonderfully.

Front seat confessions, Jamie:
We are now approaching the majestic city of Chicago. Illinois is much windier than Iowa, beginning to understand the term “windy city”. Stopped at the Mississippi river to take a swim, but decided against it for fear of radiation poisoning.
I have decided I would be content if I never saw another giant billboard again.
After 3 days on the road the song “life is a highway” by Tom Cochrane is coming to mind and ringing truer and truer.
Richard’s heterosexuality has recently come into question by myself and Luc. Discussing him singing love songs in boxer briefs to a sleeping Luc.
After several attempts, a truck finally sounded its horn for us.

Back seat confessions, Luc here:
OK, this back seat is a 2X2 box of emotion. I feel cut off from the rest of the world. But even though I have been cut off there are a few things I know are still true in this big blue ball we call home. 1) Canada has yet to win a medal 2) Americans have to keep reminding us that this is the U.S by putting flags up every 100feet and finally, Canada will be less awesome till our much celebrated return. The back seat has a way of throwing you into special places in your mind, held only for the embarrassing ambitions. I keep having dreams about fighting crime with Chuck Norris, enough said.

Front seat confessions, Luc (The Last Stretch)
Chicago “it is day and night”
After suffering on the edge of the sane world in the back seat we make it to the city of Jamie’s hopes and dreams. Rich and myself have also been pretty excited but not to the degree of Jamie. The city is like meeting a manic for the first time. It’s awesome, it sucks it makes me happy, it angers me – all within the first 2 hours of trying to find a hotel.
OK, Chicago has one hotel…..on every street corner. The Marriott is treated like we treat Tim Hortons, must be on every corner. We find a hotel for the cheap rat of $139(cough) per night and it was the definition of techno tacky. “we did a lot in Chicago that Rich and Jamie will tell about but here is the true story of Andy’s Jazz club.
After finally getting dressed and ready to go Rich and myself end up getting into a massive public argument about “band of brothers”, this was not the start to the night the 3 of us were hoping for. Luckily a bum came to ask for money and without realizing it I turn to him and say “I am not giving you money, straight up you’re not getting any!” This one event having been so unexpected caused us all to laugh and get us in the mood to go to places legends are born, Andy’s Jazz. The first two steps into the tiny bar you feel a drawing urge to stay. Without realizing it I pay $5 cover and ma sitting down listening to a jam session between 4 people. Jamie and Rich in shock that I just paid, went in and followed me and it was only a matter of moments for them to be lost in the majestic unwavering notes. We ordered drinks and didn’t talked till the session was over. While we were waiting for them to finish their break we noticed a man at the bar that we named Andy. He had that aura around him that stated he was the real thing. He demanded the same kinda respect held for Frank Sinatra, Al Capon or Al Pacino and he got it. As the performers got off stage it was only a matter of time till they went and paid their respects.
After about 30 minutes of break they all got back on stage and started to play and again it took us back to the 1930’s where jazz ruled. Andy stands up and walks to the bar. Jamie, rich and I move to the edge of our seats. He raises the sax to his lips and starts to play. After his solo we paid for our drinks and voted that he sounded like he was killing a chicken and voted never to judge a book by the cover ever again.

Backseat Confessions Jamie, “Jamie in Wonderland”
Chicago was awesome. Big cities for me are usually hit or miss- Chicago was definitely a hit. In the daytime we walked through the glorious millennium Park of downtown Chicago on Sunday with beautiful weather. This Park was an unexpected wonderland. We saw a giant mirrored bean – I don’t know any other way to explain it, but it’s exactly as it sounds. There was a mini water park with faces of creepy children standing 100 feet high staring at us, a giant concert area, and several beautiful fountains. After realizing that most American shops don’t take “Canada money” we threw our useless pennies into fountains.
As beautiful as the city was in the daytime; it’s ugly side surfaced at night. After Andy’s bar we walked through what seemed to be Chicago’s underbelly with bums and swindlers all over the place looking for money, drugs or booze. One pleasant gentleman followed us for a good 8 blocks rambling on about rich peoples cars and trying to sell us pot, before disappearing into the shadows of Chicago’s ugly north side.
I have never walked down a city’s downtown core and had so many people try and talk to me. This may sound pleasant, but when 90% of these people are complete lunatics, it begins to get a little uncomfortable.

All in all I found Chic City to be a beautiful city that I did not expect. The crime and poverty is to be expected from a city Chicago’s size, but I did not expect the amount of green and the diverse culture all around the downtown. People in the cities of America seem much less friendly but I had an enjoyable time nonetheless.

“Getting into it” –Richard
Driving, for the most part is very much a solitary game. From time to time you’ll find a driving buddy, the kinda car that respects your pace and sits there in your rear view mirror until one of the two of you either exits or decides they need to make more time. Aside from that, everyone picks their own pace and strategy and there is minimal, if any communication between anyone despite being on the same road. During real boring stretches sometimes while passing a truck Luc would stick his arm out and pretend to pull down to get the truck driver to honk his horn. Unfortunately it only worked one time while the rest just weren’t feeling it. On Day 4 after Davenport, Minnesota Jamie was real bored in the passenger seat and tried it himself a couple times to no avail. Luc loved the initiative and joined in with his left arm out while driving. After waking up in the backseat and witnessing the team effort I decided to help the cause. For the next truck we stuck our fists straight in the air as we sped past the bulk of the truck. Luc braked and we all signed with our arms and shoulders out the window and we were rewarded with a big honk. Believe it or not getting truck drivers to honk is something you can get better at, and get better we did. We were able to convince drivers while passing on either side and we worked a streak as high as 12 in a row, every time showing the driver our appreciation by pumping our fists in the air and flashing a smile. Our driving buddy was surely enjoying the spectacle and stuck with us for a surprising time despite our slowing for the trucks. Whenever approaching the truck with our 3 fists in the air, casting a shadow on the road before us and Luc’s and Jamie’s smile’s showing in the car mirror’s I couldn’t help but smile big and feel like a 5 year old. I’m not too worried about it though, it’s important to go back to your roots sometimes and from the cheers we received from passing cars we figured others were getting into it too.

Day 5
After 6 hours of sweet unconsciousness and breakfast in the Marriott there was one more thing to take care of, Chicago’s Institute of Art. Just as a side note, when we’re capable of arriving at the museum before it opens, it opens too late, pffff 10:30 am. The museum though is in a sweet spot, Millennium park and despite being under construction, it had enough to keep even me interested for a bit. We in our colourful Montana T-shirts and board shorts for the 4th straight day cruised around and saw classics like “Nighthawks”, “American Gothic” and “Picnic in the Park”, just like Ferris Bueller did. One of my favourites was “The Solitude of the Soul” by Lorado Taft which was a life-size sculpture of 3 people back to back who were only half freed from the marble slab they were carved from, pretty cool stuff. Because we had to get going and I can only do art for so long, we went off to do more manly things like eat Chicago dogs and drive properly(sorry ladies), which we did. We drove Chicago to Detroit in 5 hours which was shorter than I expected but was not enough time to get us ready for Detroit. I had heard it wasn’t very nice, but wow. We came in listening to rap before the mood changed when we actually saw the place. Chicago’s a beautiful city with a bit of the inevitable slums while Detroit is slums with a couple blocks of decent city. We had never seen so many broken windows, boarded doorways and abandoned buildings in our lives. It looked like the mayor had given up on the place, instead of demolishing old dilapidated buildings they let buildings up to 15 stories tall continue to stain the city’s landscape. Eager to leave we drove onto the border’s ambassador bridge and the 3 of us began a heart felt version of “Oh Canada” with hands on our hearts. The embarrassing boarder control officer just asked us if we had tobacco or alcohol and where we were from before letting us through without any ID checks. Happy to be back we stopped at Tim Hortons and hit the 401. For good times sakes we tried to get some trucks honking and set a night time mark of 8 consecutively on home soil, consider us the Michael Phelps of the road (Who at the time still had more medals than our entire Olympic team). Canada’s not good at much, but it was good to be back in it as Jamie, Luc, cardboard Ed and I drove home.

Memorable quote:
"You never realize how much you miss your country until you go to Detroit" – Luc

Summer 2008

Ed, Jamie and I left Ottawa on May 12th for the wild west and made it through Jasper to Vancouver and back to Alberta for the 19th. We found jobs at hotels the first day there and we had a wonderful summer in the rockies climbing mountains, swimming in glacier lakes, riding inflatable animals down rapids, signing at camp fires, playing tennis and so on. Ed stayed there for the money while Jamie, Luc and I made our way back East.

University Track Nationals

March 20th, 08

Sorry for the suspense, because university nationals took me away from school for 5 days I've had a busy two weeks of catching up, writing midterms and working. Theoretically I could have studied in Montreal but I like to separate work and play :)

OK, so Thursday was the first day of the meet and there wasn't much on besides Pentathlon. After practicing exclusively for polevault and shot put for the past couple weeks I went in just hoping to maintain my ranking. I managed a personal best in hurdles and a good long jump of 6.40 before heading to shot put. Unfortunately, all the practicing of tossing the ball far didn't stop me from faulting my first 2 throws. Because I only had one throw left, I had to play if safe (so I didn't get 0 points for that event) and finished with a poor mark. After those 3 and an alright high jump of 1.83 I went into the 1000m in last place! I guess people are good at that meet. By this point Rosilyn, Nicholas and Lewis were all in the stands near the finished line as I began the dreaded 1k race. 3 of 5 laps in I was sitting in 10th place and maintained my pace as I passed a couple athletes, with 1 lap to go I was up to 7th and I started to kick(give whatever I had left). It wasn't till the final turn but I made it around a pack of 3 and held them off for 4th spot. The points were enough to give me 11th overall which was all I had hoped for. Polevault was one of the last events on Saturday and I was ranked 8th with a 4.57metre jump. Rosilyn, Lewis, Nicholas and Karine all made it out for the weekend spectacle. Unfortunately I was hurting and the warm up felt terrible, my coach kept me positive and although I wasn't about to give up mentally, I wasn't as optimistic as I should have been. The first height was much higher than usual, 4.30 and everyone cleared it. 4.45 was the next height which I have only ever jumped 3 times. I missed my first attempt so my coach gave me another pole with more pop that got me over the second time. (I used only 15 foot poles that day, he didn't want to risk the 16 again :) Now by this point I'm starting to feel the pressure because I haven't yet solidified 8th spot and the next height is higher than anything I've jumped before. 4.60 was the height and using yet another pole for my first attempt.....I made it! That tied Guelph's school record and was good for 6th place in the meet!

As for points, the top 8 placings win a designated amount of points for their school. Guelph, somehow, ended up with 1st place in men's by 3 points AND in womens by 6 points. Almost everyone on the team achieved their ranking or higher, so we got to jog around the track holding the 2 banners and 2 trophies while high-fiving, hugging, chanting and laughing. Guelph has never placed higher than 3rd at nationals so all the coaches, athletes and friends who made the trek to the great white north were pretty excited.

Montreal's record amounts of snow this winter allowed us the experience of digging/pushing out our bus from the snow the next morning on our way back. Overall, it was a wonderful experience that I'm very grateful for and I'm pretty happy that the family made it out too.

The quality isn't optimal but here are 3 short clips from the showdown.

http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=NqL6ardnSaQ

http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=UKxDeCZSmlE

http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=H0vFw3MoTuA

University Track Provincials

March 7th, 2008



So polevault is a wonderful sport that I began part way through my first year at university, and it keeps me busy outside school and work. Last year in Calgary I didn't do much of it and I was out for the first part of this season but I came back in time for the last 4 meets before provincials. My best before this year was 4m 36, things started to get exciting a week ago in Toronto though. I cleared 4.12 and 4.27 then missed my first 2 attempts at 4.42. We then borrowed some light carbon pole from U of Toronto for my third attempt and it got me over. For the first attempt at 4.57, my coach gave me the 16 foot pole.( I normally use a 15 footer) A big pole though is like an animal that can sense your fear; you have to run down the runway and plant with confidence or it won't let you into the pit(the mats). So I knew this and did my best but I obviously wasn't very convincing cause I went up and came down right next to the box on the thin part of the mats. So after getting up, shaking it off and trying to convince my coach that I'd be better the second time my coach put me back on the 15 footer, haha. On my third attempt I hit it with my leg but the bar stayed on with the help of my chest on the way down. That jump ranked me 8th in Canada and top 12 go to nationals so I'll be lucky enough to attend my first nationals in Montreal a week from now. Provincials were in Windsor this past weekend and as well as polevault I was entered in pentathlon because there were only 8 people and top 8 win points for their school. I had only been practicing for polevault this year but I had competed in 2 pents in the past 3 years. Somehow I got a personal best in all five events (60m hurdles, long jump, shot put, high jump and 1000m) and a point score that ranked me 11th in the country so I'll give that a shot in Montreal too. I only hope I can repeat that sort of performance back in the motherland.

Tower of goodness

April 5th, 2007

Throughout the year I had thrown my used cereal boxes in my closet since Calgary doesn’t have door to door recycling so that I could go recycle them all on the same day. On the 5th though I took them out and Anselm helped me build the two story Jumbo tower(we only used 45 of the 60 boxes). We then removed the top section before leaving for work. When I returned home I found a sign on our door warning me to enter slowly. Turns out Paul had put the sign up to protect the tower that he had restored to its full height. On the 7th we decided to kick out the bottom of the tower and watch it tumble. I'm glad that I'm not too old to build things and knock them down. Although I'm not nearly as awesome as 8 year old Richard was, it's important to me that the most recent, maturer version can still enjoy himself.

The Couch

August 2007

This is a song about the Couch, a log beside Sunwapta Falls staff's beloved campfire place. I finished it soon after working there for 3 months and it describes one of my favourite things to do.

We shuffle down this unlit road; the hum of human voices begins to grow
Away from electronics we know, turn down a path to a secret place we go
I take a seat as the water moves behind me its song fills up my ears
The fire is all I see and I think that, I could sit here for years
This place is holy this place is ours, hidden in the mountains beneath the stars
It’s a great escape but it feels like home to me, with you, with every single one of you

I can’t believe it’s been this long, it feels like less it feels like more
Guess one could say we’re all still new, but not after what we’ve been through
We’ve had some close calls this summer, but were lucky enough to get away
We’ve met some interesting people too and had some awesome ones that couldn’t stay
But it’s been all worth it hasn’t it, even with our lousy jobs
Yeah it’s been all worth it hasn’t it, it’s all been worth it for this

We hear some chords and they’re coming from the woods, they’re quiet but company’s on the way,
Someone on the side puts the drum between their knees and smiles as they begin to play
And the conversations continue on and there are two who start to sing a song
Now the guitars here and the drum is beating, the rest have joined in singing in a song we all know,
And they belt it out, every word they remember, they sing it to the sky and they sing it for each other,
Cause we’ve got no fear, no we’re all friends here, just sitting and enjoying a couple things we hold dear,
This log is our couch, that carton is our chair, that bucket is a bass beating music in the air,
This fire is a beacon leading others to the couch, so we can talk the night away while water drowns us out,
Cause there’s nothing else to do, we’re thirty miles from town, but that’s alright with me cause I don’t want this place found,
Cause everything seems to be going our way here tonight, everything about this place is right

(Chorus)

Now we’ve settled down and there’s lots of empty cups, some see the moon, check their watch and think of heading up,
but the musicians will play one final silly song, just to get some smiles before it's bed, before the break of dawn,
And they play away while the others try to listen, and sing along to the chorus if a chorus isn’t missing,
Now the mood is good, and we’re all set to go, and for one last week we extinguish the embers red hot glow

(Chorus)

This place is holy this place is ours hidden in the mountains beneath the stars
It’s a great escape but it feels like home to me, with you, with every single one of you.

Climb for wilderness up the Calgary tower

April 21^st, 2007

Since I decided to do this thing on Tuesday night, I had only Wednesday and Thursday to train (Friday I took off) and on Saturday morning as I got out of bed my legs were still sore from the training. I had to walk down the stairs sideways so that my legs hurt less but I did my best to keep my thought positive. I missed the bus after breakfast so I drove downtown and discovered that parking isn't free on Saturdays, so I looked around for a while and found a spot not too far from the tower. I hurried down into the base of the tower and heard the gun go off(8:30 am). So I checked my bag in, took a deep breath and took off. In my nightmares leading up to this day I had pictured a large spiral concrete staircase but it turned out to be two maroon-coloured steel staircases that rose side by side, each only two people wide. Each flight was 15 stairs and at the end of each flight there was often a painted mural as well as the floor level and the number of steps conquered at that point. After a few runs I got to know the ones I liked and I looked forward to them on the way up. After the first 390 stairs there was a fox on a hill and at the bottom it said "Alberta Fox: created by God, painted by Jake, Suzanne ...". And after 615 steps there was Calvin and Hobbes walking on a log and keeping their hands up for balance, sometimes I'd give them a high-five because I knew they wouldn't fall off the log and I needed the support, haha.

My legs hadn't been feeling too good at the beginning of the day but I sang some hymns in my head on my way up and kept my mind on other things. And after the first hour and a half I had finished 6 runs so I was making good time. Unfortunately a surge of people, mostly those just coming to climb it once, came in around 10:00 and clogged up the staircases a bit and made the wait for the elevator quite long.

Susan, the accountant at the hotel I work at had come out that day to support me/ make sure I actually showed up since she had made a contribution. She brought Baxter along who is a small dog stuffed animal who she jokes is the perfect kid because he's low maintenance, she doesn't have to buy him anything and he always gets along with her. So because he hadn't done it before I brought him with me on trips 2 and 13. Susan decided to climb it once and I met her at the top where I got a picture but was too tired to realize that I didn't have one without Baxter. After the tenth run I didn't think I would get more than one other climb in but I managed to keep my slowed pace for another 4. After the 14th run I met another large group of people waiting for one of the two elevators at the top, each of which holds only 15 people. So, knowing that it would take longer if I had waited my turn, I raced back down the 802 stairs. With 30 minutes left in the 5 hour affair and unenthused about the number 14 I decided to make my up one more time, slowly but surely, to make it 15. So in all I made it up 12,030 stairs, which isn't what I was hoping for but much more than I expected after climbing it once or twice :) There were two people who missed the record of 30 by one but could have made it had people let them on to the elevator quicker. Oh and my legs were fine! they felt better when I got home from the race than they had before it started. And the next day they weren't sore either, I guess someone heard my hymns. So, I've talked too much once again but the view was amazing, the challenge was exciting and it was a great experience.

Skeleton trial at Canada Olympic Park

February 25^th 2007:

On this day I had the once in a life time opportunity to try skeleton, which is like luge only you go head first down the 1.5 km ice track. Skeleton Canada is looking to recruit athletes and through the track coach at the University of Calgary I heard about this free session to get athletes interested. Normally in skeleton you can reach speeds up to 130 km/h but that’s going from the top, and you need a special drivers license to legally go from there. So we started at turn 5 of 14. First we walked to the top and listened to the president of skeleton Canada talk about the sport and some interesting parts of the ice track. Apparently, if you’re going to flip over, it’ll be at turn 8, in which case we were told to flip back onto the sled. So the 20 of us strapped on helmets and elbow pads and waited for our turn. When I was called up I picked up the steel sled that we were supposed to “just flip back onto” and the thing weighed at least 50 lbs. I think I’d have a better chance setting a record then of getting this sled off of me while I’m hitting turns at 90 km/h. So I promised myself that I wouldn’t flip, got on the sled and was a kilometer farther down after 44 seconds of fairly smooth sailing. Definitely the experience of a lifetime, and for the rate I was paying, you can imagine how happy I was. 4 other new skeleton lovers and I jumped into the back of a truck and we were driven back to the top, with a beautiful view of north west Calgary, for our second attempt down the chute. I had finished the first round with the second fastest time and was feeling pretty confident about my ability to tame the beast until I was given a push for the second time and my helmet slipped down over my eyes. With my arms at my sides and with no idea how close I was to a wall I kept my arms where they were and went down blind. Not having done this sport let alone this course more than once before, I was relying solely on “the force”. I hurtled in and out of turns, came out of turn 8 alive and was clocked at 88km/h as I hit the walls of the straightaway a couple times each before straightening out just in time for the 270 degree, turn 9. In this turn athletes can feel up to 4.5 G’s. So in an instant your neck, head and helmet which overhang the sled feel 4 times heavier. Managing to just keep my helmet off the ice I continued down the chute, half wishing that the next turn would be my last but also loving every second of it. As I finally came to a stop and picked up the sled (with the help of a volunteer) I discovered that my embarrassing run had set the best time yet. Confused, but not about to argue, I excitedly ran up to the straightaway between turns 8 and 9 to watch the remaining runs. It was amazing to see how fast people flew by and how hard some hit the walls. Occasionally you would even see sparks flying from the sled when a runner hit a piece of the track where the ice had worn down. I also heard a strange noise when some people went into the turn 9. Turns out it was the sound of their helmets scraping against the ice because they couldn’t, or chose not to, keep their head above the ice. At the end of the afternoon we returned to the ice house (the only indoor bobsleigh training facility in the world) where the coordinator shared some final thoughts. I met someone there who had shifted over accidentally on his way down his second run, his sled and shoulder went in to a wall and the friction was enough too put a hole through his winter jacket, his long sleeve shirt and left a mark on his arm. Which gives me even more of a reason to wear sweatpants and a sweatshirt wherever I go; if I ever end up going down an ice chute and get a hole in my clothes, I can always afford to replace them.