Eclipse!!
The Great Solar Eclipse of 2017 crossed the continent, from Oregon to South Carolina, and gave millions of people the chance to witness one of the most awe-inspiring events in the natural world.
Nik's photo of the August 21 eclipse, photographed from Glendo, Wyoming. The star, Regulus, is barely visible to the lower left of the solar corona.
But you had to be within the "path of totality", a
narrow band across the earth's surface several thousand miles long but only about 70 miles wide. Outside that band you would only see a partial eclipse, not a total eclipse.
And there is no such thing as a "partial total eclipse", despite the impression blogs and the news media might give.
I honestly think that's why so many people misunderstand the utter beauty of the spectacle; they may have seen a partial eclipse in the past that was total somewhere else, and even though they weren't in the path the news kept gushing about it being a
total eclipse, so they assume they must have seen a total eclipse and just didn't find it all that impressive.
Posted by Dan 08/29/2017, revised 09/06/2017
(Our kids have grown and are no longer posting blog stories here.
Below are some highlights from past posts.)
Victory at the California International Triathlon
California International Triathlon was another
USA Productions race, and I'm definitely liking their style.
They are the perfect west coast complement to
Race Day Events in Wisconsin.
With a focus on the local triathlon community, they have a festive atmosphere which comes complete with generous contests & giveaways, a race director named Ryan, and best of all, a post race burrito. Who doesn't love a burrito?!
The venue in Pleasanton was excellent and all the morning logistics were stress-free. The parking area was right near transition, the lake was available for pre-race swim warm up, and there were even real bathrooms with no lines!
Shadow Cliffs Lake was a comfortable, mild temperature and I had a great swim! The water was smooth, and the sun was already up for the day, so no sunrise glare in my eyes.
I zipped up a smoking fast T1, a transition record for the day at 41 seconds.
The bike course was reasonably flat -- at least there were no beastly climbs. It was very well marked and well staffed, which I appreciated (at 22 miles per hour it's hard to thank the volunteers in person). The course was an out and back, so I got a good look at all the guys ahead of me. We started in different waves, but I was 13 back from the lead guy, so I focused on holding that position.
About 3/4 of the way through, the international course joined the sprint course and things got a lot more congested.
The entrance to T2 was a bit crowded, but I managed to slither through the herd of Sprint racers and close the deal on another record fast T2 time, handily beating all the women. Two of the guys completed transition in less than my 27 seconds, which there is no excuse for, since I'm not aware of any physiological advantage bestowed on males when it comes to putting on shoes. I will have to try harder next time.
I must have missed the memo on the run course description because I didn't realize it was a trail run until I got out there! I enjoy trail running, so I rolled with it, even though I was definitely in the wrong shoes for the job. My race flats are paper thin, so I felt every rock and pebble underfoot, and for some reason they all wanted to impale my tender arch in the same exact spot.
I like the challenge and variety offered by a hilly rocky trail, and it certainly takes my mind off of the exertion of racing (and perhaps also the pain in my foot), but I generally prefer flat pavement for running my fastest.
... Or do I?
I felt like I was having a decent run, and without any women ahead of me, I decided to see about closing the gap on some of those men who had passed me on the bike. Volunteers and aid stations were plentiful on this two loop course, and the water was delightfully cold. My spectathlete team found places along the course to pop out of the underbrush and cheer me on.
And I got to careen down the hills at top speed. I was having fun!
Posted by Kimberly 06/30/2015
About Nik
Nik enjoys motorcycling and rebuilding a 1970 Porsche 914.
In high school his interest in working on cars and motorcycles became
an all-consuming passion, so he enrolled to study auto mechanics at
UTI (Universal Technical Institute) in Phoenix, Arizona. He graduated
from there in December, 2001.
Nik graduated from Ygnacio Valley High School in June 2000.
He capped a stellar high school career with 10 varsity letters,
including 3 in cross-country (all-BVAL, 1st-Team), 3 in soccer, and 4 in
volleyball (all-BVAL, 2nd-Team).
But up until 3 weeks before graduation, it was still unclear whether the
administration would actually let him graduate -- they seemed to think he
hadn't completed enough courses in Physical Education! He got a lesson in
bureaucrats and their rules.
Nik finished his final high school cross-country season in
remarkable fashion. A grueling schedule was loaded with invitational
tournaments, in which they did quite well.
In the Bay Valley Athletic League finals, Ygnacio Valley finished a close 2nd,
placing an astonishing four runners in the first six in the league.
Nik's 5th-place finish earned him 1st-Team All-League honors.
In the North Coast Section Championships, Ygnacio Valley dominated the Division I final,
placing four runners in the first nine and winning the Division I title easily.
then it was off to respectable showings at the State Championships and Far Western Regionals,
where Nik placed an impressive 25th place individually.
He also completed three years as goalkeeper for the varsity soccer team,
and four years of high school volleyball, earning 2nd-Team All-League honors.
Posted by Dan 01/20/2003
Tierra Dura
Put boots away, it's time to rest
Close the gate, lock the barn, take a breath.
The cow has water, she seems content,
Four rows new before day was spent.
The sun slumps down behind the hill
The thought of dinner sends a thrill.
The cuyes squeak, the cock still squawks,
But now it's time to stop the clock.
The earth lodged deep beneath the nails
reminds me of what this life entails.
The land provides at day's end,
but doesn't always feel a friend.
We pull, we plow, we dig, we pick,
hard and steady, although not quick.
The back's a-hurtin', the feet are sore,
Though long the day, there's always more.
But for now, it's time to rest,
Close the gate, lock the barn, take a breath.
Eat, sleep, recharge for when
we'll rise up early and start again.
Posted by Whitney 06/26/2011