Tuesday, October 9, 2012

10/9/12

A little more energy today.

Nice...relaxing.  I wasn't shocked with 10,000 volts once!

I decided against doing a full write up like last time about the mudder.  Just don't have enough time right now to do it. I will do a quick run through. (Edit:  And then I wrote it anyway.)

When we started, it was around 50 degrees.  That sucked right there.  It sucked just getting undressed to shorts and a t-shirt for the run.  But we got registered and numbered and ready.  There was a little unfinished business from the last that I hoped to take care of.  There was a song they played while loading the paddock at SoCal and I forgot to ask what it was.  This time, I asked.  I love the song and it really helped set the tone for the event for me.  It was the Dropkick Murphy's 'Shipping up to Boston.'  So that alone was worth about half the day's discomfort.

The countdown finished and we set off.  The first obstacle was The Kiss of Mud.  Crawl on your belly through mud under barbed wire.  The cold added a degree of suck, but it wasn't too bad.  Everybody is still smiling.  Then, about 3/4 mile later is Arctic Enema.  Drop into ice filled water and then duck completely under while going under a plank they placed there to force you all the way under.

Already being cold made this one suck even more.  Once in the water your whole body stiffens.  Duck your head under and your brain follows suit.  Coming up on the other side it is disorienting and even easy to forget you are trying to get out of the water.  Once I got out though, it was the only time in the day that the air felt warm.

Then, back moving again.  Now all the smiles are gone and everyone seems to get the idea that this isn't just fun and giggles.  There will be pain.

After a short distance we got to Dirty Ballerina.  This is a series of mud filled trenches carved perpendicular to the path.  It could be described as a thin mud or very thick dirty water.  Gritty and about waist deep.  I had fun jumping up and splashing in the water.  And oddly enough, the mud seemed warm.  When it dried on your skin it seemed to protect from the wind a bit too.  The cold was an ever present obstacle made worse by the fact that we were unable to run due to an injury on the team.

Up next was cliffhanger.  Kind of a joke especially when compared to the SoCal version.  About a 20 foot tall steepish incline up a loose dirt slope.  Made it up no problem.

Obstacle 5 was Walk the Plank.  Tall platform you jump into the water.  It is amazing how much taller it looks from the top.  Still, don't think, just jump.  Again the water seems so warm compared to the air.  Pull yourself out and head to the next obstacle.

Berlin Walls #2

Trouble.  I did the course with my sister and my dad.  We got to the first set and Miche tried to get over.  Didn't make it.  So Dad and I boosted her and then she made it over.  Well, I tried to boost Dad and he missed his grip.  I probably didn't boost him high enough.  The end result is that my 66 year old father fell flat on his back from a height.  That sucked.  Immediately the other mudders came over and helped him up and then UP AND OVER THE WALL. Kudos to him for pressing on and to them for helping out.  We then repeated the process on the next wall minus the falling part.  Mudders are good people.

Log Jammin.

Logs stacked up with barbed wire and signs that tell you to go over some and under others.  Good obstacle.  The guy attending this one was pretty annoying though.  He kept playing Fur Elise on his bullhorn and shouting at us.  The Marines at SoCal were better motivators.  Go figure, right.

Trench Warfare.

A series of trenches dug into the ground.  Each member of our team expressed the idea that it would have been nice to stay in there, out of the wind, where it was kind of warm.

King of the Mountain.

A pyramid like stack of round hay bales.  Climb up and over.  Not tremendously difficult, but not overly easy.  By this time we had met some other mudders and the conversation was going well.  Speaking of conversation, I have to add this conversation I overheard while on the course.

Guy: Got one of the shocks coming up next.
Girl: Shocks! Like electricity?
Guy: Yep.
Girl: I'm not doing it...why on earth would anyone do that to themselves.
Pause
Guy: Because there is a very small chance it might give you super powers.
Girl: Oh, yeah, that would be cool.


Spider's Web.  

This obstacle could have been harder if it weren't for the help of your fellow mudders.  These are cargo nets strung up between trees.  If your fellow mudders are anchoring the nets, it is a reasonably easy climb up and over.  If they aren't it is a swaying unsteady mess.  We were anchored and then anchored one side for the next wave.  One group went to the other side, where there were no anchoring mudders and tried that.  It didn't look fun.  They had a part of their group then split off and anchor for the others.  

Kiss of Mud #2.

Don't really remember this one.  Maybe it was a mud pit.  Maybe.  

Boa Constrictor.  

These are the tubes angled down into a mud/water pit.  The water was deeper this time than at SoCal.  Deep enough that you had to partially submerge your head in it while exiting the first down tunnel and then again to enter the up tunnel.  Good, thick mud that stays in your eyes for a while after you get it in there because you didn't expect it to get that deep that fast.  Oh well, live...learn.

Electric Eel 

Just like the Kiss of Mud, only with the added delight of electrified wires hanging down.  This one sticks in my brain.  I just sucks and the cold didn't help.  By this time the cold had stiffened me up enough that flexing joints weren't working as well as I would want them too.  And the mud had completely obscured my eyes and glasses.  Good times.  

Just The Tip. 

I really liked this obstacle.  Physically and mentally challenging enough.  Here the built the obligatory mud pit and then a series of floorless corridors over it.  To cross you had to traverse along the walls a series of 2x4's nailed along the side.  These are only...duh...2 inches and they are muddy and slick as hell.  I managed across with a few slippery moments.  Good one.

Dark Lightning.  

Another good one.  The approach just looks like a large 50 foot square box rising a few feet off the ground with some ominous rumbling issuing from within.  Barbed wire forces you on to your belly as you drag your self along and past some dangling flaps of carpet which are the entries into the box.  Beyond, it is some electric wires dangling down and another carpet flap.  Beyond that you enter a really dark chamber.  You can hear the tell tale zap of the electric wires accompanied by the squeal and curses of your fellow mudders.  Then lights flash and there is a loud thunder sound.  For a brief moment you can see the wires dangling from above you randomly placed in the compartment.  There are also sprinkler heads spraying water on you.  Still, it was warmer than outside.  

Mud Mile.

Now this is what I was expecting.  A long series of trenches filled with various viscosities of mud.  Some thin and watery obscuring the holes and hills underneath.  Some is thick and tries to suck your shoes off your feet.  This lasted for a hundred yards or so and was fun.  Also, mud=warm.  

Underwater Tunnels.  

This is the series of barrels you under which you duck.  Not difficult on the face of it, but being covered with the wind blocking mud improved things a little.  Also having dried a little was good.  The prospect of the warm water was nice, but the prospect of getting out of the warm water again sucked.

Hold Your Wood.  

Another one that doesn't really compare to the SoCal counterpart.  It was nice and the extra weight of the wood helped warm up the muscles and felt pretty good actually.  It wasn't carrying a log up a ski slope, but it was still good.

Funky Monkey.

OK, having completed this one at the other mudder, it didn't intimidate me anymore.  It probably should have.  The bars were much muddier this time which means they were slipperier.  Add the cold and you the subsequent difficulty closing your hands and it was a very tough obstacle this time.  I made it, but I was slow and constantly worried I was about to fall.  My shoulder still hurt.  Classic Tough Mudder.  

Berlin Walls #2.

Same walls, but higher and with the 2x4 kick step at the bottom.  After the first incident, my dad wisely chose to go around.  I was thankful for that.  I managed to get over, but it was harder than I remembered.  A combination of the cold and not training for this one as hard as I had trained for the last.  Dang cross country moves.  

Everest.  

Another Tough Mudder classic.  I like this obstacle.  Again a little more trouble than the last time.  Thankfully they didn't have the water cannon going this time.  That might have been the end of poor old me.  

Electroshock Therapy.  

The classic obstacle at the finish.  Lots of mud and lots of hanging electric wires.  With the finish line in sight, and the prospect of being warm and dry again a real possibility, we went for it.  I thought of linking arms and running through as a team, but I had been shocked so hard last time that I fell and I didn't want to cause my teammates to fall with me.  Michelle had been thus far impervious to the shocks.  So we went.  I cleared the last line after several strong shocks only to hear the emcee say, "Get in there and help him out."  I turned to look and see dad face down in the mud.  He then had the presence of mind to get to his hands and knees and crawl perpendicular to the flow of the box to get out as quickly as possible.  I watched this obstacle at the last mudder and can't count how many I saw that just lie there in a daze when they fell getting shocked over and over until a fellow mudder grabbed and pulled them out.  Not Dad.  When he went down he was up and out before I could turn and make the three feet back in to get him.  Michelle just stood at his side trying to help and getting zapped over and over.  Again, she didn't seem to mind with the shocks.  

They were handing out the reflective shiny blankets at the end with the headbands.  The cold sucked.  We didn't stick around for the party and it didn't look like many did.  Too cold and miserable.  

Both Michelle and Dad have expressed interest in doing another Tough Mudder.  I cam going to concentrate on next year's goal; a marathon.  I purposely left out much of the narrative of Dad and Michelle, I figure if they want to tell their experience, they will.  I will however, share a few pictures.  


 Collecting their blankets at the finish line.


 Immediately post face plant.


 At the start.  Wow, what a difference a mudder makes in shirt colors.


 Father daughter bonding after the King of the Hill


After Kiss of Mud #1.  Still smiling.  Fun isn't it?  


Monday, October 8, 2012

10/8/12

Lot to talk about and very little energy with which to talk. 

Worked three days and then went to Austin to do the Tough Mudder with my Dad and Sister.  I am debating with myself about writing a full course report like last time.  Just don't know yet. 

Got home today, so glad to see the family.  Tonight, right at bedtime, Max had a glowstick and managed to break it open and pour it into his eyes.  Had to dump him into the shower and flush him out.  I do believe he will be fine.  Just a little more excitement than I wanted. 

I just wanted to put up a note tonight.  Just to say I put up a note.  Gotta write somewhat consistently.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

10/2/12

Last day off before I head back to work. 

There was a tree hanging over the RV with some dead branches.  Steve, the park owner, called his tree guy who came out today to fix it.  So, we packed up what we had to and moved the house out into another spot while they took down the tree.  So it was a pain in the butt to move the house, but we got a free aerial show out of the deal. 

I posted my story for the September Challenge over on the AFO forums and was the only person to post a story.  I fear for the life of AFO.  Oh well, I will still write and post even if it only means talking to myself.  I do that already anyway. 

The Tough Mudder is this weekend and I haven't run for the single longest stretch this year.  Oh well.  I guess that is why it is a Tough Mudder.  I better try to get to bed early.  I never sleep worth a crap the first night I have to wake up to an alarm.  I'll see if I can share some pictures. 


Plenty of space when you are the first occupant of the new park.  









I was going to post some pictures of the tree trimming aerial act, but left the good camera in the house...which was all folded up.  I took some on my phone but the camera stinks, so no good. 

Sunday, September 30, 2012

9/30/12

Some days are easier than others. 

We arrived in the park and got set up.  After our first night we awoke to the presence of ants.  Lots of ants.  After examining our priorities as living beings we decided to come to grips with the infestation and try to live in harmony with the little creatures. 

Hell no.  We killed them and impaled their tiny little bodies on toothpicks to serve as a warning to the others. During the night, it also began raining.  Now, we haven't seen real rain in around 6 months. Then it started raining in the night. 

Wait...no...it started raining

Three inches yesterday and continuing into today.  The newly designed and constructed park resembles a construction area in many ways.  And those of you who have spent any time in a construction zone in heavy rain know that it becomes a mud pit worthy of anything I could face in a tough mudder.  Sarah had to put Flo in four wheel drive just to get up the hill to get out.  A large dead tree whose roots were loosened by the rain crashed down and through a fence.  Rivulets of water turned to stream which cut ravines. 

The RV has developed a few leaky spots.  The large rear window had weep holes in the bottom to let the water that inevitably gets in drain out.  Those became plugged with dirt and crap from the road which caused the slot in which the window slides to fill with water and drain into our bedroom.  So I fixed that. 

The slides have canopy toppers above them.  When it rains really hard they tend to fill with water.  When a large gust of wind comes up, it lifts the topper like a sail and throws probably ten to fifteen gallons of water at a time down the side of the rv.  This leaks in around the bottom corner of one of the slides.  Not a lot, but enough to notice.  Can't fix that right now, so we just try to keep that dry.  Then there is the leading window on the living room slide.  The water from the topper above that slide drains over that window.  It has developed a leak around the base of the window frame.  I can only assume that the water is leaking in at the top where it comes draining off the topper and is seeping around the frame to drain out the bottom.  Nothing I can fix now, but I think I have a patch in place that will stop it until I can fix it more permanently. 

Did I mention that the flush pedal for the back toilet comes off at random times.  Or that the flusher on the front toilet sticks and threatens to flood everything ...again. 

And our cell phones don't work well at our spot. 

There are days when we ask ourselves what in the hell are we thinking.  Beats mowing the lawn. 

Friday, September 28, 2012

9/28/12

It's done. 

7 days, 1700+ miles.  130 odd gallons of diesel fuel and I didn't count how much unleaded.  6 rv parks and two new tires.  Along the way we traveled a few new roads, but mostly returned over well worn territory.  We also got weighed the rig at a truck stop scale.  For those playing along with the home game we came in at 4560 front axle, 7180 rear axle and 12380 on the trailer axle.  GVW of 24120. 

The park here in Tyler is an interesting situation.  This guy retired and decided to build an RV park near his house on an undeveloped piece of land.  21 sites on 5.2 acres.  We are the first guests.  With our travel experience he is picking our brains about how other parks run and things he could do.  Neither he nor his wife have ever spent time in an RV.   Should be interesting.  He chose a multi-level wooded lot for the park.  It suits us just fine. 

Today marks Sarah and my 11th anniversary.  What a strange and wonderful trip it has been.  I'm glad I found someone whose crazy so well matched my own.  I love you. 

It looks like the internet connection here might be good enough that I can update the website and start posting some pictures on the blog again.  That will be nice.  Tonight though, I am going to work on finishing the AFO challenge piece I have been working on and just relaxing. 


Tuesday, September 25, 2012

9/25/12

A nice relaxing day in Albuquerque. 

Yesterday's drive, thankfully, was uneventful.  Woke up, drove for several hours and then parked.  Just like in the manual. 

Today we took the day off from our travels to enjoy Albuquerque.  We have been through here a few times and enjoyed it every time.  The city is scenic.  It has a distinct culture and history.  There are mountains and the Rio Grande runs right through it.  And the sunsets are awesome.  Granted, we have only seen a half dozen of them, but they have all been beautiful. 

We met up with Sarah's cousin today and he took us out to lunch.  Thanks Russel.  Neat guy and interesting.  He is a Chef at a local restaurant chain.  Great conversation and good beer was the order of the day.  That's the good stuff. 







Sunday, September 23, 2012

9/23/12

Where to begin. 

The beginning I suppose, that usually works. 

Last night we sent swimming at the RV park pool.  It was nice when, after dark, the temperature dropped into the 80's.  When we returned, Sarah remarked that when we arrived at the park yesterday and opened up the door, it smelled like spoiled milk.  We started to worry about the refrigerator.  Nothing to do about it right now though, just go to bed.

Woke up a little before 8 so that we could get on the road a little early to try to beat the heat a bit. Got up, went through the morning routine and got ready to roll.  We needed to stop and fuel up before we left though as Needles is kind of in the middle of nowhere and I wasn't sure how long it would be before we would find diesel again.  The Mobil station charged 5.09 per gallon.  This is the highest I can ever recall paying. 

While we were pumping the liquid gold, a man from a tire shop next door came up and said, "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you have a tire that's about to go and rip up your fender."  My first thought is, "I just bet."  Call me a skeptic, but the guy who sells tires is sorry to tell me I have a bad tire.  Either way it isn't true.  Unfortunately he was only lying about being sorry. 

The tread was starting to separate from the tire.  I had only changed two of the tires on IRV while we were in Santa Maria because they are so stinking expensive.  I had hoped to make the trip to Texas on the other two, which looked OK when we left.  Nope.  So the guy tells me he just so happens to have some of those exact brand tires for sale.  Right here.  How convenient. 

Except he wants twice what I paid in Santa Maria and double the balance and install charges too.  Yikes. 

I told him there was no way I could or would pay that price unless it was a dire emergency.  Sarah got on her phone and found several tire stores in Kingman.  Two of them were even open on Sunday.  One quoted us a price about the same as what Needles guy wanted.  Sarah told him they weren't so expensive last time we bought tires and he replied something along the lines of gosh, when gas prices rise so do tire prices.  They are both petroleum products.  Not to double in two weeks they don't.  So we called the other place and they had the same brand as the newer tires we had put on in Santa Maria for a legitimate price too.  All we had to do was put on the spare where the worst tire was and drive 55 miles through the 100+ degree heat towing 16,000 pounds or so.  No problem. 

So we did. 

We stopped in Kingman and got the tires changed.  Took the opportunity to eat lunch too.  Got to see the end of the Chiefs/Saints game.  Still paid more than I wanted to.  That adds up to six new tires in the past month.  Out of 14 possible.  Sheesh. 

Back on the road we climbed.  The elevation in Needles is 495 feet.  We passed through Flagstaff and peaked out at a little over 7000 feet.  At least the temperature started dropping as we got higher. 

With the added delays of tire changes and whatnot we didn't get into Meteor Crater until almost 6.  Beautiful sunset.  They are consistently gorgeous every time we come here.  We pull in to a nice level site and start setting up.  As I open up the storage area to get the shore power connection stuff I smelled the rotter smell.  It was rank.  I thought for a second that maybe it was some nasty leakage into the bags where I store the sewer hoses, but I had flushed them out pretty good last time.  So I sniffed around, not a pleasant experience I tell you.  But I did find the source of the stench.  Turns out the the several thousand worms in our compost tray system couldn't survive the 106 degree desert crossing.  Yep, rotting gelatinous worm mess fermenting in the heat. 

I pulled it out and cleaned everything up.  It even wasted the compost in there as it stunk so bad.  I guess we will start over again at some point.  Sigh. 

Cowboys won though.