March 8, 2006

• 364 and counting

  Yeah, I guess I’m gonna have to say I would not recommend this Mono thing. Sure, it’s a cool thing to say that you’ve done, but I’m getting worse instead of better. Why is this happening? I think it can be traced to one man:

  

  Dave Dinter. He the prof for field methods. Every time I hike for the class, I do see cool stuff (like this pinching megaripple from a marginal marine sequence with Megan for scale), but it really hurts me every time! It’s (almost) worse than ever now, and I gotta stop. I just have to refuse to go this Friday.

  Besides, why go in the field when I can be on my way to LA? More details below…

  

  But first, lets talk about this past weekend: Wasatch Mountain Club!

  

  Just like last year, we went up to Brighton to spend a geo night in the mountains.

  

  It was really fun, and even soon-to-be geo John came (blue shirt in front, Aly’s friend from hs, story here).

  

  Most of this was thanks to Aaron, who’s tireless efforts, after cancellation and botheration, managed to get us the cabin and cooked dinner! In case you don’t know, this trip was planned for January, and then at the last minute, THEY cancelled on US, which left us scrambling for a new place. Booo. So, good job Aaron!

  

  There were two main activities for the evening. First, there was Cranium. Later, there was Apples to Apples, which turned into Bad Apples to Apples. Nothing like Coathanger abortions, dirty sanchez, and nugget porn to liven up the evening.

  

  So, there were several places to sleep. Instead of lobbying for one of the bedrooms with a nice double bed, Aly really wanted to take one of the lofts, which was cute and novel… but not good in retrospect. (By the way, there were bunk beds avaliable).

  

  First off, there was a narrow, rickity staircase that I had to climb up. Everytime I was on it, I felt like I was going to fall to my death. Secondly, we were right next to some heat duct or something and it was boiling up there. Oh well. In Aly’s defence, she warned me, and said I didn’t have to stay up there, but how could I leave her?

  

  The next morning we went snowshoeing. Or, maybe I should say Aly and John snowshoed and I snowcralled. I just have 0 energy from the Mono, and I can barely stand for too long. It was still fun and pretty.

  LA Trip

  So, here’s the plan:

  We will be in Sat night. Sunday, is my dad’s sie of the family stuff. Monday, we’re gonna hang with Fernando. We were gonna go see Flogging Molly, but it’s sold out. That leaves Tuesday. Andy said he has a cool place to eat, so let’s meet there. Any of you who want to go drop and eprop or and email, especially if I don’t have your number. We’ll eat, drink, and be merry, so don’t miss it!

  One more thing…

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  As of Thursday, Aly and I will have spent our first of what will undobtedly be many glorious years together. Thank you so much, Alysen. You make me feel like no one else ever has or ever will. I’m so lucky to have you.

  I love you Aly!
  Happy 1 yr!

  
  
  

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