Monday, September 29, 2008
Boulder...The last couple of weeks have been crazy busy. The weekend before last we had three days of Fall Fest on Pearl Street. We listened to people relate their stories about seeing foxes, bears, and other animals. Each time we acted surprised and awed like it was the first time anyone had ever told of such an occurrence. The next day Jeff Kagan and Mark Wesson performed their last Meadow Music for the season generating a crowd of about 400 people at Chautauqua Park.
After an ordinary work week, this last weekend was fun-filled with the highlights being a handcycle ride and a trip to Fort Collins. Jeff performed his children's nature songs (Rocky Mountain Tunes for Rocky Mountain Kids) at Bloomba. Check out his website at http://rockymountainmusic.info . Jeff, Paige, and I piled into his 2-door Civic and headed to the show. The grand performance escalated with his new song...Giardiah Opera. My friend Soley and one of her sons Owen stopped by to enjoy the performance as well. It was great catching up with her as it has been many many years.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Marshall Mesa...Saturday we had the Adaptive Mountain Bike Clinic at Marshall Mesa. ASC from Crested Butte came over with downhill bikes and one-off handcycles. The 18 participants all seemed to have a great time. Weather was perfect. Not too hot, not too cold, just right. Last night (Monday) we had a full moon hike with City of Boulder EXPAND program. It turned out to be a beautiful night with a clear sky, bright moon, and starry sky. Good times!
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Boulder, Colorado...After 18 hours of grueling travel I am home, yeehaw!! It was an extraordinarily long day of travel involving a car, 3 planes, and a bus. The most exciting part of the day was trying to catch my plane in Amsterdam with only an hour to do so. With the assistance of Susanne, the airport helper lady, I gathered my baggage, went through customs, checked in for the next flight, went through customs again, used the bathroom (she didn't help me with this), dashed for the gate dodging bags and hopping over small children, and last but not least went through security one more time. By the time I got on the plane I was out of breath, but on the plane.
The rest of the trip was relaxing and calm for the most part. . .except for maybe the butt push-ups I did every 20 minutes to keep from getting ulcers on my arsh. I think I did over 200 push-ups, but who's counting. My triceps are really huge now, though. Watch out Arnold!
So since I haven't written in my blog for so long I'll backstep to the previous days. After the wedding in Karlshamn, I headed to Ängelholm with Todd, Julie and Todd, Tony and Ned, and Mike and Katarina. Some of us took the train. Others drove. We had a really short layover between trains. Julie sprang for the train while we grabbed the bags. She kept telling the Kontroller, "Please, just one minute." The Kontroller kept saying, "No, we must close door NOW!" When I seconds later arrived, she pointed at me and said, "No room for you!" I just replied, "I've got my own chair. I can sit right there," pointing at her. She shrugged, defeated, knowing that she couldn't send us to a Turkish prison like she so wanted to do. Todd grabbed the back of the wheelchair to pull me up the steps and onto the train.
We stayed at a little bed and breakfast near the ocean owned by Elisabeth, an incredibly friendly and radiant local artist. After getting our rooms arranged, we headed to Katarina's parents house for a Crayfish Party (Kräftskiva), involving more delicious seafood, alcohol, songs, toasts, and good company.
Todd and I headed for Stockholm the next day by train. At Stockholm, my friend Linda met us. Todd waited for his friend Mirjam. Linda and I headed back to her house where Johan and her kids Alex and Hannah were making a fancy delicious dinner for us. We caught up that evening, played Legos, and laughed over a self-inflating whoopie cushion (those innovative Swedes, making the world a better place).
After lunch I wheeled around Gamla Stan, the old part of town with lots of cobblestones. If I ever moved to Stockholm I would definitely purchase some extremely large softer caster wheels for my wheelchair. I was getting beat up, tossed around, bouncing, and getting stuck in cracks.
The next few days I spent with Lukas and his wife Mirja, and children Svante and Hannah. This included Star Wars Legos, a trip to Vaxholm on a ferry, wandering through the subway system of Stockholm (elevators, escalators, stairs, and ramps), and a nice dinner at Grodan with American and Swedish friends.

Todd and I took one of these days and toured the Statshuset, lunched at the top floor restaurant Godolan while looking out at the city of Stockholm, and ferried to Djurgården. Todd checked out the Vassaskepps museum. I rolled to Ostermanstorg to fika with Eva, another college friend from Uppsala. Lots of fikas, and I don't even drink coffee!
The last day I spent with Marcus, a Swedish roomate from college years, and his American wife Carolynn and girls Natalie and Mikaela. We had a fika, took it easy in the afternoon, arranged my ticket back to the states, and caught up. The girls bounced around on the furniture. No Legos:(
Considering how many of my friends have kids now, I guess this was the trip to decide if I ever want kids. The vote is still not in, but all the kids were fun and great. Everyone was great and everyone was very, very hospitable.
So there it is... next day was off to the US of A, sad to leave, happy to head home.
The rest of the trip was relaxing and calm for the most part. . .except for maybe the butt push-ups I did every 20 minutes to keep from getting ulcers on my arsh. I think I did over 200 push-ups, but who's counting. My triceps are really huge now, though. Watch out Arnold!
So since I haven't written in my blog for so long I'll backstep to the previous days. After the wedding in Karlshamn, I headed to Ängelholm with Todd, Julie and Todd, Tony and Ned, and Mike and Katarina. Some of us took the train. Others drove. We had a really short layover between trains. Julie sprang for the train while we grabbed the bags. She kept telling the Kontroller, "Please, just one minute." The Kontroller kept saying, "No, we must close door NOW!" When I seconds later arrived, she pointed at me and said, "No room for you!" I just replied, "I've got my own chair. I can sit right there," pointing at her. She shrugged, defeated, knowing that she couldn't send us to a Turkish prison like she so wanted to do. Todd grabbed the back of the wheelchair to pull me up the steps and onto the train.
We stayed at a little bed and breakfast near the ocean owned by Elisabeth, an incredibly friendly and radiant local artist. After getting our rooms arranged, we headed to Katarina's parents house for a Crayfish Party (Kräftskiva), involving more delicious seafood, alcohol, songs, toasts, and good company.
The next day the group headed to Nimos on a difficult hike to see castles made entirely of twigs and scraps of wood. I went to school with Pernilla, an idrottslärare (athletics teacher)for 6th, 7th, and 8th grades. Classes seemed a little more structured than the gym classes I remember. After helping to umpire the baseball games with Håkan, another idrottslärare, I went to an English class with Pernilla. Here, I shot the shit with the students and told them a little about myself in English.
Håkan
Todd and I headed for Stockholm the next day by train. At Stockholm, my friend Linda met us. Todd waited for his friend Mirjam. Linda and I headed back to her house where Johan and her kids Alex and Hannah were making a fancy delicious dinner for us. We caught up that evening, played Legos, and laughed over a self-inflating whoopie cushion (those innovative Swedes, making the world a better place).
The next day I had a fika with Fia. Fika is the Swedish term for taking a coffee with someone. Actually, it was more like lunch, shrimp salad and fish soup. Fia, a reknowned egyptologist, works at the Meditterranean Museum so I partook in an in-depth, behind the scenes tour of the Egyptian section before our lunch. Very cool! Everything I wanted to know about mummies, but was afraid to ask.
Fia
After lunch I wheeled around Gamla Stan, the old part of town with lots of cobblestones. If I ever moved to Stockholm I would definitely purchase some extremely large softer caster wheels for my wheelchair. I was getting beat up, tossed around, bouncing, and getting stuck in cracks.
The next few days I spent with Lukas and his wife Mirja, and children Svante and Hannah. This included Star Wars Legos, a trip to Vaxholm on a ferry, wandering through the subway system of Stockholm (elevators, escalators, stairs, and ramps), and a nice dinner at Grodan with American and Swedish friends.
Lukas, Mirja, and Hannah
Todd and I took one of these days and toured the Statshuset, lunched at the top floor restaurant Godolan while looking out at the city of Stockholm, and ferried to Djurgården. Todd checked out the Vassaskepps museum. I rolled to Ostermanstorg to fika with Eva, another college friend from Uppsala. Lots of fikas, and I don't even drink coffee!
The last day I spent with Marcus, a Swedish roomate from college years, and his American wife Carolynn and girls Natalie and Mikaela. We had a fika, took it easy in the afternoon, arranged my ticket back to the states, and caught up. The girls bounced around on the furniture. No Legos:(
Considering how many of my friends have kids now, I guess this was the trip to decide if I ever want kids. The vote is still not in, but all the kids were fun and great. Everyone was great and everyone was very, very hospitable.
So there it is... next day was off to the US of A, sad to leave, happy to head home.
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