Gears
Cold nights, shorter days, and staff meetings. My summer is coming to an end. The season changes quickly here. Some of the Aspen have already surrendered green to gold. Hard to believe, but there is an annual occurance come August. That is when I am confronted by the local heads I have known through countless lift rides and waits in the North Face Lift. "Dude, I had a snowboarding (or skiing) dream last night." I love it. Most of the country is suffocating under a blanket of heat and my people are talking about choking on powder.
We are still riding our bikes as hard as we can, skating, wakeboarding, hiking, running, camping, bagging peaks, and working to forage enough bounty to get us through the winter months. Though my role has changed, I am still one who craves winter. I love all the seasons here, but winter has a mysterious draw that sacks many of us when we should be most concerned with tanning.
The new staff at the cademy has arrived and are wrestling with the upcoming struggles. Small school, small staff, large responsibilities. We have a ne Head in Graham Frey. He brought his wife and son and signed on to try and lead our school into a new era of success and stability. The athletic programs have been on a tear. We have had National champs in boardercross three years running. The Alpine team has put two girls onto the US team in two years - unprecidented. And the runners have been making a splash in national competition. But the bottom line is the leadership has been spotty so the overall success of the school is still onerous. So we are waiting and hoping that this year we are finally set on the proper course, shifted into the right gear.
Katie and I are ready to become parents. The baby's room is almost complete. The house is becoming baby-ready. Katie is housing an active little fella. He is a swimmer...or kung fu practitioner. Whatever he is doing he is really getting after it in there. What an insane feeling. I will be a father. Katie a mom. We are going to have a real, live, pooping, puking, crying, hungry little person demanding that we heed him. Gulp.
We are still riding our bikes as hard as we can, skating, wakeboarding, hiking, running, camping, bagging peaks, and working to forage enough bounty to get us through the winter months. Though my role has changed, I am still one who craves winter. I love all the seasons here, but winter has a mysterious draw that sacks many of us when we should be most concerned with tanning.
The new staff at the cademy has arrived and are wrestling with the upcoming struggles. Small school, small staff, large responsibilities. We have a ne Head in Graham Frey. He brought his wife and son and signed on to try and lead our school into a new era of success and stability. The athletic programs have been on a tear. We have had National champs in boardercross three years running. The Alpine team has put two girls onto the US team in two years - unprecidented. And the runners have been making a splash in national competition. But the bottom line is the leadership has been spotty so the overall success of the school is still onerous. So we are waiting and hoping that this year we are finally set on the proper course, shifted into the right gear.
Katie and I are ready to become parents. The baby's room is almost complete. The house is becoming baby-ready. Katie is housing an active little fella. He is a swimmer...or kung fu practitioner. Whatever he is doing he is really getting after it in there. What an insane feeling. I will be a father. Katie a mom. We are going to have a real, live, pooping, puking, crying, hungry little person demanding that we heed him. Gulp.
posted by Cakes at 8/23/2006 08:22:00 AM
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