Maui. Malibu. It's all good.

On Wednesday, Drew and Lucy packed their bags for a week in Maui. They gambled on the slowdown in the economy and the post-winter, pre-spring break lull allowing an empty seat on a Delta flight. Lucy and Drew are poor gamblers. 27 other non-revenue passangers were lucky enough to be sampling the pineapple today, but Lucy, being #32 on the list (out of 32) was not one of them. So, like the flexible travelers they have become, off they flew (on a great airline this time) to LAX. They rented a hybrid and drove to gorgeous, warm Santa Barbara to position themselves to take in stage 6 of America's premier professional cycling race. Here is Lucy today in Solvang dreaming of driving the team car for Levi, Lance, Horner and the boys. The energy watching the world's very top cyclists zoom the last 200 meters to the finish line was intoxicating and invigorating. Utah native Jeff Louder was among them, which was exciting, but even more so was seeing Dave Z, Levi Leipheimer, and Lance Armstrong whiz by not 20 feet from us as they rounded that last corner. Levi took the stage by only 8 seconds over our favorite, Dave Zabriskie (whose Mom used to work at my doctors office). So we may not be whale watching in Hawaii, but watching cute Euro dudes in lycra shorts is another of nature's spectacles I, for one, have been wanting to observe for a long time.
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Here is my winning husband. I am so proud of him.

A couple of weeks ago we attended our Revolution/Peak Fasteners mountain bike race team party. There were awards for MVR (most valuable rider), most improved racer, etc., all voted on by team members in secret ballot. My studdly husband won Team Rouleur. The official definition of rouleur is "one who can ride up and down hills all day long". The award for our team also had the extended definition of a person who is always there, helping others achieve their goals, and always willing to go on long rides, even if it means he doesn't win a lot of races. This is Drew in a nutshell. Example, when we raced the American Mountain Classic 4-day endurance race last August, we were entered as individuals. However, when Drew saw me suffering (as in crying and pouting and unsure if I could complete the day's ride) on day 3, he held back and rode with me, although it meant he would no longer be competitive in his category. He talked me through the hardest parts, kept a distance when I tried to bite his head off, and walked with me when my rear end decided it had had enough of that silly bike seat. Or day 6 of the BC bike race, when I was really angry at the race organizers for taking us over these stupidly difficult trails and wanted to be done with the ordeal so badly, Drew calmed me down and urged me on. He is my rock, and he deserved this cheesy trophy more than anyone I know. It took a couple of weeks, but I finally got him to pose with his prize. He is my prize!!

Fireplace #4

We worked on the fireplace a bunch more this weekend. Yesterday, Drew and I got about a third of the surfaces free from the wretched paint. Today, I rented an electric jackhammer again to remove the mauve pink tile and try to salvage the old original tile on the hearth. It took four hours of hammering, but mauve is no more (hallelujah!!!!), and I was able to pry up 32 intact hearth tiles. We might try to incorporate them into the new surround. The first picture shows before the jackhammer; the second is our mostly complete demo picture.

The video is me gettin' jiggy with the jackhammer. I think I say, "So, going to take off some pink mauve tile!". And, no, I do not accidentally hit the ceiling, it just appears that way.

Valentines Day

Drew was supposed to go to Vegas this weekend with friend Jim, but they canceled due to weather. That meant we got to spend Valentines Day together. Yippee! After a relaxing morning, we grabbed lunch at Einsteins and headed to White Pine touring in Park City for some classic style cross country skiing. Everyone else must have been getting ready for elaborate nights out, because we had nearly the entire 15 miles of trails to ourselves. Beautiful day.

Later, we scraped paint off the fireplace woodwork after letting the Soygel work on it all day. I know, we are die-hard romantics. We capped off the night with a bite to eat at the site of our first date and wedding rehearsal restaurant, Fiddlers Elbow.

I love Drew and I love when we get to spend time together.

Temple tour

Last Friday I toured the new Draper Utah LDS (Latter-day Saints) Temple. Draper is a suburb of Salt Lake City and has a really awesome mountain bike trail system Drew and I often ride with our friends. Our Mormon friends, Steve and Heather, live in Draper, and invited us to go tour the temple with them before it is dedicated and closed off to all but Mormons in good standing. Drew had to work, but friend Jim, Jim's daughters, and I accompanied Steve, Heather, their girls, and Grandma Hales on a walking tour through the temple. It was probably the best opportunity for me to see the inside of a place so very important to our friends and half the population of my neighbors. Plus, we had watched it being constructed near our trail for so long, and I knew if I didn't see inside it, I would regret that apathy each time I rode my bike behind it.
My impressions:

1) The building itself is very beautiful on the inside. It has sort of an art-deco architecture, but the gorgeous stained glass is arts-and-crafts style, and the furniture is more classical in style, but somehow it all works wonderfully together. Worthy of Candice Olson's Devine Design on HGTV.

2) The stone is way cool. "The Draper Utah Temple is built of the finest materials including granite from China ... and limestone from France." I wanted to get down on my hands and knees to see if I could identify any fossils in the limestone, but I wasn't in appropriate company, although I bet Madeleine, Steve and Heather's girl, would have loved to study it with me.

3) The baptismal font is this super cool giant challis thing surrounded by a dry moat and marble oxen statues. At first I thought they were pigs, which, for those of you who know me, would have been almost enough to have me baptized. But the baptisms the Saints do here are only for dead people so they can be with their families in heaven, so I wouldn't get to dunk here anyway. Still, it makes my Catholic baptism of a little baby over a bowl of water seem sort of unceremonious.

3) The celestial room: the center of it all. It was extremely pretty, but not as I suspected. The Mormons I know say the celestial room is a very sacred place that brings them peace. Maybe it was because I was walking through with 30 other people in a steady stream of gawkers, or perhaps it's because I am a non-believer, or maybe because the place had not been consecrated, but it didn't feel holy for me. I was unsure what to make of the fact that there were only these really soft and comfortable-looking sofas there (we were not allowed to sit on them); I had pictured either no seating or church pews. The natural lighting through the enormously high stained glass windows was stunning , and everything focused on the very center of the room. In this room was one heck of a chandelier! I hope it has really stout earthquake protection rigged in. I suspect that when the Saints are there in the right frame of mind, being in this room might be to them what being out in the desert alone is to me: peaceful, fulfilling, purposeful.

4) I expected a church type room, but there was nothing of the sort. Mormons have church at their local neighborhood churches, not the temple. I learn somethin' new every Friday.

My tour was made much richer because Heather was whispering all these interesting little tidbits about what activities go on in each room, and what this-or-that room meant to her. Like in the sealing room, she explained to me that this is where Mormon couples are sealed to each other forever (as in after death, too, contrary to "until death do us part"). I'm glad she hung with me on the tour even though I was wearing pants and 99% of the other women were wearing dresses ;-). Thanks to Heather and Steve for sharing this part of their lives with us.

So now I have been inside a Mormon temple. I won't say my life is complete, but I do feel more of a part of this community I live in.

Fireplace #3

I spent the weekend in the living room with "The Silent Paint Remover" heat plate and a paint stripping heat gun. Drew was working until Sunday night, so I had no one to tear me away from the project anyway. Here is just about a third of the paint chunks I peeled off.


The doors to the side bookcases have been removed temporarily so I can do those outside, which will reduce the strong vaporized paint fumes in the house. (Note: the guns heat the paint to 800 degrees and lead does not volatilize until 1100 degrees, so I don't think I'm inhaling lead vapors. Now solid paint chips, that might be another story. I try to wear a mask most of the time.)



I still need to go over the whole thing with non-toxic Soygel paint remover to get in the cracks and remove the shellac or varnish, but it is looking much better.



Here is the insert we found to go back into the firebox. We went to a local salvage outfit; they didn't have anything, but gave us the name of a fella that had two matching coal-burning fireplaces he was going to use in a construction project, but didn't. This one is all original with all the parts intact: a rare find! This could be inserted to be a working coal or wood fireplace, but we are going to outfit it with a natural-gas coal-look basket. It is similar in function to a gas log insert, but looks like coal instead. Our attempt at authenticity, but without the coal dust and pollution.


My next step is to rent the electric jack hammer again and remove the rest of the mauve tile and try to salvage the floor tile. Man, am I going to be ready to go to Maui on the 18th!

Grand Parents visit Salt Lake City

January is cold and things tend to slow down for Lucy and Drew. We find ourselves working on projects around the house after many months of neglect. When the weather is fair we are traveling and exploring during our free time. When things slow down in the winter we find ourselves putting down roots for a few months. This is usually the best time for family and friends to come out and visit.

My parents jumped at this opportunity to come out and visit us the last week of January. My Mom came out under the pretense of doing research in the genealogy library which is an incredible source of information. She usually spends hours cross checking facts and pursuing leads that she has formulated over the months back home in Pennsylvania. My Dad traveled out to Salt Lake under the guise of doing research as well for his upcoming cross country flight in his home built airplane this summer. He looked at prospective airports to land at and talked with local pilots about the best ways to navigate through the Uinta and Wasatch Mountain ranges.

The real reason for their visit was quite obvious to Lucy and I though. It had been 4 months since "Mango Mandy" came in to our lives and the proud grandparents wanted to come out and visit their newest grand daughter. "Mango Mandy" made such an incredible change in all of our lives and my parents wanted to see her first hand. Now that we have a 29'ner in the family we can not imagine what life would be like without her!

After a few days of playing with "Mango Mandy" and working on genealogy and flight planning we all decided to head up to Heber Valley and ride the Heber Creeper train. It was a cold clear morning when we all boarded the train in Heber and headed south towards the Provo Canyon.

The train had two inside cars which were heated and an exterior passenger car. The fresh snow on the valley floor made for a beautiful backdrop as we headed south. The train traveled for approximately 11 miles before we turned around and traveled back to the station in Heber. The whole ride took about 2.5 hours and we all had a wonderful time.

My parents flew back to Philadelphia PA with new photos of their grand daughter, new genealogy leads to follow up on and dreams for my Dad of flying through the beautiful mountain ranges that surround Salt Lake City. Lucy and I had a wonderful time during their visit and were glad that we could share part of our every day lives with them.