Flying Trapeze - Knee Hang Grab

On Sunday, Tori took me to Trapeze High where she works so I could try flying trapeze for the first time. We drove to the outdoor rig in Escondido for the noon class where it was very hot and sunny.




Our first ground lesson was learning the proper terminology and techniques for the take-off position and the correct swinging pose. It was a tall ladder up to the platform, but I felt excited at the top. They hooked up my safety lines as I chalked my hands and I was ready. My first swing went perfect. I was able to keep my banana pose while looking up at the bar and I felt hardly any weight on my arms. The first fall into the net was a little scary, a yelp escaping my lips as I released the bar and dropped. The net was softer than what I expected and I was relieved that my tender right shoulder didn't hurt from the swing.




The second trick we learned on the ground was the knee hang with a back flip dismount into the net. I was pretty nervous about the back flip and my first attempt was kind of a disaster. I hooked my knees okay, but instead of releasing my hands to hang down, I took my knees back off the bar. I still had enough momentum so I was able re-hook my knees and hang down on the second swing, but then I botched the leg-kicks needed for the back flip and I landed belly first into the net. After that, I was more nervous on my second attempt, but it went much, much better. I pulled off all the maneuvers in the correct order and it felt great. My only mishap was catching the safety line in the crotch as I slid off the net. Ha! My third attempt was the best.




Our last lesson of the day was for the knee hang grab. On the first swing, we were instructed to get into the knee hang and stretch out for the catcher as we swung out on the second swing. I was happy that I was able to connect on my first try and stay in the proper pose underneath the catcher. On the dismount, I kicked my legs a little too hard and instead of landing on my back, I flipped over and hit the net with my face. Barely felt it. I was able to land correctly on my second grab, the sixth and final swing of the day for me. The Sunday catcher, Chris, pulled a muscle climbing the rig to retrieve a loose safety line afterwards so I was able to watch Tori shimmy up the rope to the catch bar and finish the class. I missed her catching me by one turn.




I felt great at the end of the experience, my hands and shoulder survived unscathed and I only felt a little soreness behind my knees from the hangs. Today though, I am very sore, but it's a good muscle soreness.


The video of me doing the knee hang grab and landing on my face in the net.

Leucadian Magic & 1st Dates

Three of my classmates from San Dieguito High School were back in town to celebrate their birthdays so John sent out a Facebook invite for a get-together at The Leucadian on Friday night, May 4th. Instead of driving, I decided to walk down to the bar along the North Coast Highway 101, taking pictures of the local businesses along the way.

When I arrived at The Leucadian, it was like a miniature High School Reunion for the Class of 1990. The first thing that caught my eye when I stepped inside the bar was a beautiful women talking with classmates from my high school. Taking a closer look, I realized that I recognized her as well but I could not remember her name. I soon had a drink and became involved in other conversations with school friends, but I would occasionally glance over in her direction I as struggled to identify her. Later in the night, I happened to look away from the group I was talking with to see her standing alone behind me when her friend stepped away for a moment. I seized my chance - "Hello. I remember you from high school but I can't remember your name." She smiled and replied, "It's Tori Manning. I recognize you as well but I can't remember your name either."

We immediately began chatting away about our lives since High School, how she moved away to Los Angeles after high school and then to Australia for a couple years before moving back home to San Diego. When she told me that she was a Flying Trapeze Instructor, I jumped on the chance to see her again by saying I wanted to try it. (I really did.) She gave me her card and wrote her own cell number on it so she could get me a special deal. She laughed when she described how the number spelled out "Bad Tori". As we talked, I felt this magnetic pull that kept drawing us closer and closer. I had to fight off the urge to reach out and kiss her. Her friend, Jessie who was another classmate as well, returned and I think she picked up on the vibe since she remarked that Tori and I should both travel to Antarctica together. I think she was serious. Ha!

Tori excused herself to go to the restroom while I stayed and talked to Jessie for awhile. During a break in the conversation, I noticed Tori chatting with another group across the room so I ordered another beer and made my way over to join them. A little doubt had crept in when she hadn't returned. Was she really as interested in me as I thought, but Tori greeted me with a smile and we were soon were talking easily again. I don't remember most of what we shared during this time but one line stands out as we leaned against the pool table. "You should call me even if you don't want to try Trapeze," she said. I hastily sputtered. "Yes, yes. I would call you no matter what." Aware that she was feeling the same way about me, I spent the rest of the evening hanging out with her in a glowing state of happiness. "Call me", Tori said as she hugged me goodnight and left with Jessie. I was so excited that I texted my best friend, Chad, as I walked home after midnight. "I made a connection tonight."

The next morning, I was both excited and nervous as I debated in my head how soon I should call. The first thing I did was look up Tori on Facebook and add her as a friend. I started to look at her photos but I quickly stopped. She was so beautiful in her pictures that I didn't want anything to increase my anxiety levels. I walked down the street to Café Ipe for a coffee and some breakfast as I decided what to do next. I ended striking up a conversation with Mark Patterson, the artist who created the Surfing Madonna Mosaic that mysteriously appeared under the train tracks in Encinitas a year ago. We had met once before at a party and we now talked about what he was going to do with the mosaic after the city council made him take it down. (2014 Update - The mosaic ended up being temporarily displayed outside the cafe for a couple years before moving to its new permanent home on Encinitas Boulevard.)

As I finished up my meal, I noticed that Tori had friended me back on Facebook so I texted Chad for his advice. He confirmed that I should call her that same day and not wait. Back home, I pulled her card out of my wallet and dialed her number. I was so relieved that she picked up and I didn't have to leave a voicemail. She had just returned home from catching her Saturday Trapeze classes. We talked some more about Trapeze and the graphic design course she was currently attending before I asked her out on a date. She agreed. I was practically flying when I got off the phone. It was so easy to talk with her.

Our first date was the very next weekend, Sunday, May 13th. I picked her up outside her place in Carlsbad to take her go-carting. The first available race at K-1 Speed was over an hour wait so we drove over to BJ's for a beer while we waited. Tori and I grew up in the same town and went to the same schools but we never had any classes together so we had a lot to learn about each other. It turns out we also had the same type of health-conscious parents who cooked much of the same food and we discovered our mutual love for popcorn sprinkled with Cayenne Pepper and Brewers Yeast. I smiled inside as we rested our knees together under the bar during the conversation. After returning for a fun race at K-1, we went over to Sushi Taisho for an early dinner where she introduced me to Seaweed Salad. I didn't want the date to end so I suggested we walk over to the beach. While we waited at the second crosswalk for the light to turn green, I could not resist any longer and I leaned in to kiss her. The floodgates opened and we could not stop kissing all the way down to the boardwalk. We made out as the sun set behind us. It was the "Best First Date Ever."

I couldn't wait a whole week to see Tori again so we went out to dinner last night at Le Papagayo. We had a great meal and kissed for over an hour in the parking lot afterwards. On Sunday, Tori is taking me out to the Trapeze Rig in Escondido. She claims that she is strong enough to catch me. I can't wait.

Ski Trip to Vail, Colorado

Craig and I were lucky that our ski trip to Vail was later in the season. December and January ticked past with very little snow in the Rockies, an unusually dry winter. By the end of January, only portions of Vail's Front Side were open and it was a slow zone throughout while the Back Bowls and Blue Sky Basin were off-limits. Our fortunes changed at the beginning of February as consistent snow arrived. I eagerly checked the powder conditions online as more runs and chairlifts opened throughout the month until over ninety percent of the mountain had a deep enough base when we arrived in early March. Like last year when we went to Aspen, I met up with my friend, Craig, at the Denver Airport after he had spent over two days flying from New Zealand.




After spending the night at a nearby Marriott, we drove over the mountains to Vail early Saturday morning. Since our check-in at the Evergreen Lodge in Lionshead Village wasn't until 4pm, we stored our bags, picked up our skis and hit the slopes. With only a half-day before the lifts closed, we stuck to the runs around the Eagle Bahn Gondola. After a shaky first trip down Born Free, my legs responded quickly. While exploring the short runs in the Game Creek Bowl, I dropped both of my ski poles from the lift chair while taking a picture. Fortunately, they landed in an accessible spot and I was able to retrieve them without too much trouble. We ended the day with a nice cruise down Simba that had great views of the resort below. After Craig signed in at his anesthesiologist conference, we checked out the band, Gomez, playing at the Vail Pink Concert in the village and went to dinner at Garfinkel's. (5-Alarm Chili!)




After a little bit of falling snow on Saturday, Sunday was bright and clear with blue skies. It grew hot quickly, especially in the long lift lines on the Front Side. To escape the crowds, we headed over the ridge to the Back Bowls. Slot, the black diamond run down the center of the Sun Up Bowl was very fun and we repeated it three times. When entering the Sun Down, I got mixed up and led Craig into Wow, a very steep, mogul run. After a very expensive lunch at the Two Elk Lodge ($30 for a small pizza and more chili!!!), we took a fun intermediate cruiser, Poppyfields, to the bottom of China Bowl before heading back to the front of the mountain for a couple more runs. Last year, we were spoiled with a place right on the slopes so we could ski on and off. After a long day skiing, the walk back to the Evergreen Lodge was draining. On a Sunday night, Vail Village was pretty dead so we ended up at Joe's Deli where I had a pastrami sandwich.




On Monday, we took the bus to Golden Peak on the east side of Vail Village to ride the Riva Bahn Express Lift. It was another blue sky day on the slopes, but I had dropped a couple clothing layers and felt great all day. Gandy Dancer, near the top of the Northwoods Express Lift, was one of my favorite runs, really steep sections interspersed with short flats. After a couple runs, Craig and I separated so I could go over to Blue Ox, the long steep black diamond run on the edge of the mountain. After meeting back up for lunch at Buffalo's (Cheeseburger with Epic Sauce), we headed for Blue Sky Basin out on a second ridge beyond the Back Bowls. Vail's highest elevation (11,570') is at the top of Pete's Express Lift and there were great views of the mountain wilderness from Belle's Camp.




After Craig headed down early to get to his conference, I ended the day on Riva Ridge. In the middle of this fun run down the Front Side is Tourist Trap, one of the steepest sections I experienced this trip. I saw two big wipe-outs as skiers could not control their speed at the bottom. :) Back at the lodge, I visited the hot tub but it was indoors, very hot and stuffy so I didn't stay long. I loved the outdoor one we had last year in Aspen. We had dinner at Garfinkel's again, a nice filet with a great Cajun spice rub. Normally, the steamed vegetables served with a steak are pretty bland, but these were almost better than the meat. I don't know why, but food at high altitude always seems to have such intense flavor.




While I had a little stiffness on Sunday and Monday mornings, by Tuesday I was feeling great. First thing, I convinced Craig to give Blue Ox a try before we headed over to Blue Sky Basin again. As a shortcut, we took a fun little detour through Marmot Valley inside the small Tea Cup Bowl. The best part about Blue Sky Basin is the long, tree-filled runs, especially Big Rock Park and Grand Review. After I barely survived an unexpected double-jump within a small grove of trees, I turned to see Craig following my narrow path. I tried to wave him off, but it was too late as his skis flew into the air above his head. The crash looked great on his helmet camera.




The wind started to pick up as we headed over to Siberia Bowl, the most remote of the Back Bowls accessed by a small nutcracker lift. It was really howling as we descended along Bolshoi Ballroom, our worst run of the trip with hard clumps of icy powder (crud) that gripped our skis on every turn. It was a workout, but at least Craig and I could say we skied all of the Back Bowls. At the bottom, we learned that they were closing the backside of Vail due to the high winds and we headed back to the front. (We're lucky to have left Blue Sky Basin when we did, just missing getting stuck in a two hour lift line at the Tea Cup Lift to get out. We did end up having to hike a small distance over the ridge because they closed the small Wapiti lift as well.)




Since we had explored most of Vail, Craig and I took the rental car on Wednesday to the nearby ski resort of Beaver Creek, 10 miles away. It was the first overcast day since we arrived and it was chilly with a few flurries of snow. My favorite part of the mountain was at the confluence of the Birds of Prey, Grouse Mountain and Larkspur lifts. Three ridges rising in opposite directions with great runs on each, like Redtail (challenging blue), Shooting Star (super steep but short) and Yarrow (icy fast but wide). After lunch at Redtail Camp, we went up Grouse Mountain (black diamonds only) and took Raven Ridge down. We finished up the day on the aspen-covered runs of Bachelor Gulch and Arrowhead Mountains, skiing through the trees in Coyote Glade and hauling ass along the blue cruisers of Cresta, Gunders and Grubstake. Back in Vail, we had dinner at Bart & Yetis and took the Eagle Bahn Gondola up to check out the view at night.




On Thursday, Craig and I stuck to the Front Side of Vail, skiing the numerous short runs at Game Creek Bowl (crowded) and Mid-Vail (uncrowded). When we stopped for a late lunch (pulled pork sandwiches), Craig discovered the tail of one of his skis had split open. After he took a lift down the mountain to replace it, I took the opportunity to attempt a run that Craig wasn't too keen on, Hairbag Alley. The entrance to the black diamond was hard to spot, just a small sign next to a tight gap in the trees. I had my first fall of the trip, slipping as I dropped down into the steep ravine. Stopping several times to plan my route through the high moguls, peppered with the occasional boulder and fallen log, I did not have much room to maneuver on the narrow and shadowy trail.




Eager for more punishment at the end of the day, I decided to attempt Riva Glade, another forested run that parallels the steep Riva Ridge. (I love maps so searching for these semi-hidden runs on the trail map adds so much fun!) It was much wider than Hairbag Alley, but it had a higher concentration of trees scattered among the moguls. Every year, I notice more and more skiers wearing helmets on the slopes and on these last two runs I was reconsidering my decision to not wear one. I didn't hit my head, but I did bang my hand against a trunk during my second fall between the trees. For dinner, we went for pizza in the main Vail Village where they were having another street concert.




For our last day on Friday, we headed back over to Beaver Creek. This time we spent the morning on the smaller western mountain around Bachelor Gulch and Arrowhead. It was a bright sunny day this time among the bare aspen groves as we worked our way slowly east toward Beaver Creek village and up the Centennial Lift to Spruce Saddle Lodge where we had lunch. With the warm spring conditions, we saw several girls on the mountain in bikini tops. After a run down Centennial and the steep Willy's Face that reminded us of Tourist Trap, Craig and I split up again so I could go attempt Golden Eagle, a double-black diamond run I had spotted from the Birds of Prey lift.




Golden Eagle is a Downhill and Super G World Cup Venue and the site of the Alpine Ski World Championships in 1999 and 2015. It was also my first attempt at descending a true Double Black Diamond run, a longer steeper section than any I had experienced in the past. I felt pretty nervous at the Super G entrance, staring down the course lined with metal poles that hold up crash netting during a race. (My pictures do no justice to the actual steepness.) The width of the run gave me some confidence as I dropped in, but I was not prepared for the slickness of the icy surface. I found that I had no brakes as my skis skittered across the ice when I tried to turn. I ended up having to ski into the softer snow among the moguls on the sides of the course to stop a few times. As I worked my way slowly down the run, I was amazed that the professionals could haul down this at 80 mph, flying through the air at the marked jumps.




As I headed back over the mountain to meet up with Craig, my brother called me while I rode up the Larkspur Lift. He had made a mistake and arrived at the airport a day early to pick me up and was wondering where I was. Colorado! On the last run of my entire trip, Leav the Beav, a flat green trail leading down to Beaver Creek Landing, I had my most spectacular/embarrassing fall. My uphill ski caught a pile of slush on a turn and spun me 180. I almost pulled out of it skiing backward, but the spinning momentum took me to the ground as I did another 360. Craig was right behind me, but too bad he didn't have his helmet cam turned on to watch me wipe out. Ha! Our last night, Craig and I ate dinner at Vendetta's (blackened pork chop) and called it an early night. We had to get up at 4am to get to Eagle Airport.




P.S. Tuesday night, we met up with Craig's friend Codi at the Vail Chophouse. We received an expensive dinner paid for by some drug sales reps from Craig's conference. (Appetizer Mountain of Lobsters, Crab Legs and Oysters! Plus I had an amazing pork chop!) At first Craig and Codi said I might have to pretend to be a doctor too, but the reps didn't mind. Phew! I don't know if I could have pulled that off.


P.S.S. While I had to make frequent stops on the Double Black Diamond, I normally can ski non-stop on a Black Diamond one with the occasional extra turn to lower my speed. On a groomed Intermediate Blue, I can pretty much hit my top speed with no need for braking turns. On Greens, I like to work on my carving technique, keeping my legs as parallel as possible.


P.S.S.S. Ski resorts always have a huge international population. Vail seemed to have an especially large number of Spanish speakers from South America, including the friendly girl from Buenos Aires who helped me with my skis.


P.S.S.S.S. The constant bright sun and snow glare was pretty harsh with my new hard contact lens. It took until about Wednesday before my eyes got used to it.


P.S.S.S.S.S. One of the cool things about Vail and Beaver Creek is that they track your vertical feet on the chair lifts through a chip in our EpicMix lift cards. At night we could log into the website and check out how we did. Here is my mine:


3/3/12 Saturday - 11,332 vertical feet (Eagle Bahn Gondola x 3, Game Creek Lift x 4)

3/4/12 Sunday - 14,165 vertical feet (Born Free Lift, Avanti Lift, Mountaintop Lift x 2, High Noon Lift x 3, Sun Up Lift, Sourdough Lift, Orient Lift, Northwoods Lift, Wildwood Lift)

3/5/12 Monday - 18,136 vertical feet (Riva Bahn Lift, Northwoods Lift x 2, Highline Lift x 3, Northwoods Lift, Skyline Lift, Pete's Lift, Teacup Lift, Northwoods Lift)

3/6/12 Tuesday - 18,731 vertical feet (Riva Bahn Lift, Highline Lift x 3, Sourdough Lift, Skyline Lift, Earl's Lift, Pete's Lift x 2, Orient Lift, Mongolia Bowl Lift (nutcracker), Orient Lift, Northwoods Lift)

3/7/12 Wednesday - 19,758 vertical feet (Lower Beaver Creek Mountain Lift, Upper Beaver Creek Mountain Lift, Centennial Lift, Rose Bowl Lift, Drink of Water Lift, Larkspur Lift x 2, Grouse Mountain Lift, Birds of Prey Lift, Larkspur Lift, Bachelor Gulch Lift, Arrow Bahn Lift, Bachelor Gulch Lift)

3/8/12 Thursday - 20,835 vertical feet (Eagle Bahn Gondola, Game Creek Lift x 5, Wildwood Lift, Mountaintop Lift x 6, Northwoods Lift x 2)

3/9/12 Friday - 24,299 vertical feet (Lower Beaver Creek Mountain Lift, Bachelor Gulch Lift x 2, Arrow Bahn Lift x 3, Bachelor Gulch Lift, Upper Beaver Creek Mountain Lift, Elkhorn Lift, Strawberry Park Lift, Centennial Lift x 2, Birds of Prey Lift, Larkspur Lift x 2)


Total Vertical Feet - 125,712' (Legs felt great at the end of 7 straight days, even increasing my vertical feet every day) There were a few missed runs that I wished I could have done, but we pretty much covered every major area of both Vail and Beaver Creek. My only injury of the week was when my skis slipped out of my hands on a shuttle bus and smacked against my shoulder. I forgot about it and later that night it took me forever to figure out why my shoulder was so tender. Ha!