Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Family Ties

Here's "Aunt Darcie" and her four nephews on Easter Sunday. There were some unhappy faces, because I made them pose BEFORE Sunday dinner. They wanted to eat first and take pictures later. But I know those clothes wouldn't look the same AFTER.
When Laurel and I are together with these five young ones, most people think they all belong to her; even though she doesn't look old enough to have one or two much less five! Of course I look like the grandmother of them all. I wonder if anyone ever thinks that they're all mine? Nah!
For those of you who don't know us, Darcie is my youngest and Laurel is my oldest with three boys sandwiched in the middle. I had four little ones, all two years apart, who are now ages 29, 27, 25, and 22. Eleven years later I had Darcie. Surprise!
It sure has been a lot of fun; first with having four teenagers and a toddler and now having four adult children, an eleven year old, and four grandchildren. I feel very blessed.

Monday, November 5, 2007

Upstaged!


It's not often this happens, but sometimes it does all the same. It stemmed as a result of last weekend's riding. Saturday wasn't really the issue here -- just a pleasant cruise through Tallebudgera Valley to warm up a little. And warm up it did! But more on that later. The wildflower season is apparently still in force out there.



I had been supposed to lead an O'Reilly's ride on Sunday, but received no enquiries about it. And I'm not sure this was a bad thing -- especially after last week's debacle. Oh yeah, I took another call about that one on Friday (almost a week after the ride had actually happened), this time from someone who didn't even have a bike! "But the rainforest part sounded so beautiful". Geez, no wonder Rowan got sick of running a cycle-touring business if this is what some people are like!

However, Sunday I felt like a ride along the Northern NSW coast, with a few gutsy hills around Mullumbimby thrown in to keep me company.







Yes, it was a beautiful day. I could have taken several more photos if I'd had the mind to do it (maybe next time). However, a couple of things weren't quite as planned. Firstly, the feed I had in Mullumbimby was a little too good. I now know all about over-eating on a ride such as this one! My stomach did plenty of grumbling, before I was able to burn some of it off on the Burringbar Range.
Then there was that headwind that sprung up. All the way back to the coast, and at times it was brutal! Still, it's not a challenge unless there's actually some doubt about whether you're capable of it. I think the heat was worse than the wind. Such a ride would have been owned three months ago, but now that the humidity's here, it's causing problems. I'd like to say I'll adjust to it, but I won't hold my breath for that one!

The final tally for the day was 222.5km, with 1882 metres of climbing. As I said, I'd been feeling pretty good about such a ride in the conditions, but I was brutally upstaged by Rowan (a friend of mine from Hobart), who decided to do a 300km ride -- and this only three days after dislocating a shoulder in a fall! Sometimes I just have to bow to the guts and determination of others -- maybe I'll have a crack at a 300 in the near future.

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Pots of gold



It is said that at the end of a rainbow is a pot of gold, so where is the gold in this shot? After having yet another memorable day at Springbrook today, perhaps the gold has simply assumed another form.

I delayed yesterday's plans to do the 17km Warrie Circuit walk at Springbrook (which would have been closer to 19 after detours) because my ankle was still giving me grief. A day later it was still doing the same thing -- albeit in a slightly less pronounced way. I decided to press ahead anyway, as I had options to back it off if I needed to. I felt strangely flat on the ride up the mountain this morning. My ankle doesn't cause any problems when riding, but there was some bushfire smoke around earlier (note: we still need a lot more rain), and perhaps that had an effect. As it was, the slow ride combined with the later than anticipated start meant that I was starting the walk 45 minutes later than I was hoping. Incidentally, the 'flat' performance continued on the descent much later.

This in itself wasn't the end of the world, but after starting the walk and treading some of the uneven ground, it soon became apparent that my ankle just wasn't up to 17km of this. Fortunately, there is a shorter, 4km option -- the Twin Falls walk. That was doable, and in truth, there were charms on that walk that I hadn't seen for a while anyway. This was the option I chose. Being a Saturday morning there were virtually no people around, and I really felt at piece in a place that I first fell in love with back in 1995.

I actually dreamed of moving here several years ago, I heard about a 10-acre property with a load of fruit trees that was for sale. I was never going to be able to afford it, but in my (then) 20-year-old mind, I had a grand dream of moving to the mountain and just living off fruit trees. That was before I had experienced the bite of the travel bug, and developed a desire to cycle tour in as many parts of the world as possible. One dream was ultimately sacrificed for another, but days like this always remind me of what I first saw in this place all those years ago. I may move on from this part of the world in the next few years, but wherever I go, Springbrook will always occupy a special place in my heart.




Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Why a women's class?

Most classes begin with individual boat fit so that students feel comfortable in their kayaks and can control them well.
Saturday's “women on the water” class was, in many ways, typical of other all-female classes I've taken and taught. The participants ranged from timid to almost fearless, from novice to intermediate, from goal-oriented to open-to-anything. But what they all had in common was this: They wanted to learn in a supportive environment where nobody would judge them, and that's what an all-women's class meant to them.
It's funny, when you think about. Are women any less judgmental than men? Not necessarily. But they often are more supportive of one another, particularly when they are overcoming their fears and gaining new skills. In a mixed gender class, you're less likely to see a spontaneous round of applause after someone screws up her confidence and finally attempts a scoop rescue on a fellow paddler. You're more likely to see a someone hanging back and watching instead of trying new skills. But in a women-only class, there's a lot of encouragement and positive reinforcement. Students root for each other and celebrate each other's accomplishments. It's a case of gender camaraderie at its best.
Our Saturday class began with two students refusing to do a “wet exit.” One saw no need; the other was afraid. Sizing up the conditions (warm water and air, calm seas, no spray skirts), I hastily devised the “modified wet exit,” in which I would hold the student's hands while she flipped her boat and came out. Both students agreed to do this and executed it easily, proving to themselves and to me that they would come out of their boats if they accidentally capsized.
By contrast, one student came to class with the wet exit high on her list of desired skills. She had never done one and was a little afraid she wouldn't be able to. After she pulled one off, she was ecstatic, and kept doing it over and over just to reinforce the skill. Her pride was infectious; the excitement of the whole class ratcheted up several notches.
The rest of the class entailed a mix of teaching and playing, with the games reinforcing the skills. For example, after teaching turning strokes and draw strokes, we played kayak basketball, in which students attempted to toss tennis balls into each other's cockpits. When they missed their targets, they had to retrieve the balls from the water by using the strokes they had learned. The beauty of doing this through games is that the stroke practice happens naturally. The students laugh and focus on what they're trying to accomplish. The paddle skills are no longer an end, but a means to an end, which means they're actually useful.
There was a time when I would have been skeptical about the need for all-women's classes. I grew up with only brothers and always had male friends. My husband is my favorite paddling partner. And yet, when I was first learning to kayak, I took a few women's classes and appreciated how comfortable I felt making mistakes and learning in an all-female environment. Now I watch my students gravitating toward that same kind of supportive, encouraging community and benefiting from the camaraderie it creates, and I'm sold on providing this option for women.One of the best ways to get comfortable with a kayak is to play in it.

Must be a Valentine's Day thing


If you're looking for a stunning photographic monologue, it won't be in this post. I didn't get the opportunity for any epic rides over the weekend due to my second illness in the last three years -- both coming at this time of year. Perhaps it's just coincidence. It could be that I just can't handle summer, but it didn't happen last summer which was much more intense than this one. I did get a brief 20km or so around Fortitude Valley and surrounds in Brisbane, and I did find a pleasant bushland park with some potentially pleasant walks. Granted, it's not Lamington National Park, but it did provide a short break from suburbia.





Sadly, that link between Woodforde and the Glasshouse Mountains remains unexplored for the moment, but I will change that before the year's out. I can promise that.

I did get a phone call from work today when taking my first sick day in ages -- they were concerned that I'd been in an accident and been seriously injured. Now, I appreciate their concern, and it may have come as a surprise to them that I was actually unwell (it came as quite a surprise to me, too), but recent events lead me to be just a little paranoid whenever these things come up. I really hope my riding to work isn't about to become a major issue simply because someone thought I'd crashed heavily when I really just had a dose of the 'flu. I shall wait and see.
Oh yeah, for the record, not one card or greeting this year. Well, it's not as if that surprises me.

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Swimming Lessons on the Fish Pond


I managed to grab this very quick shot of two families taking a 6am swim on the fish pond. Six younglings in the larger family and the other family have two, one is tucked in close to mama, or possibly on her back.

Saturday, October 20, 2007

How Big was the Door?

One of the things I love about this place we call homeis that I frequently find'buried treasure' in the gardens.


Like this old, broken, key.It is huge,very heavy,and weighs almost a pound.It was buried deep in the soil.
In another part of the gardenI found this...

...a huge metal door handle.It is approx 9 x 6 inchesand weighs about two pounds.
They must have been used

for some quite impressive doors.

My very first metal findwas the cog wheel at theback of this photograph.It is still my favourite piece.I haven't a clue what it weighs,but it is heavy!

These wonderful pieces of more modern metalworkwere also found in the garden.They are massive and currently live inthe small rockery area.
I am always up for a digging project -because there is, potentially,the chanceoffinding more buried treasure.



Harry has told me he would like my collection

of scrap metal when I die.

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