SendAnn

All paths lead nowhere, choose with heart

September 30, 2011

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Mom scrambling on seaside choss in Portugal. Love what she's wearing AND doing!

 

puff September 28, 2011

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ye old weekend bouldering trip September 25, 2011

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Everytime I’ve ever said anything about wanting to go to Leavenworth, Allen would say something like this: “Do you know what Leavenworth is? It’s a Bavarian theme town.” And the way he said it would give me this feeling like he was saying I couldn’t handle it. “And? You think I’ve never seen a Bavarian theme town? Hello? Central Texas?” I was picturing, I suppose, something like Fredericksburg or that Chevron station on I-10 with the famous Kolaches.

But Leavenworth is nothing like Fredericksburg. Leavenworth is a Bavarian theme town.

ordinance, and common decency, dictates that all businesses must participate in the mission

my brother will be thrilled to learn I did not buy this for his son. But I plan to return...

There's polka music piped into the air from hidden speakers around the village

It’s actually kind of a beautiful story. The town of Leavenworth was dying, there were no jobs, their mining heyday was long gone, and there was no relief in sight. So the townspeople decided to go for broke with this quirky dream they had, and wth, it worked. Everyone runs their own Bavaria-themed business. I met people running small hotels, hat shops, knife emporiums, cafes, pubs, gourmet sauce shops, whatever. If it’s an idle retail dream, someone in Leavenworth is living it. They can’t be doing that well, right? I mean, we’re all melting from economic woe, so I hear. But I’ll be, the shops were crowded all weekend, there was a long wait at the bratworst place, and I was not permitted to enter a hotel after hours to look at entries to a local quilt festival. The place had a freakishly good feeling, and my face hurt from smiling so much after three days there.

Back alley riverdance!

birthday brew at ye old munchen hausen (curryworst = win)

The climbing on this trip, however, was limited. It was in the 90s, so we got up at 6am and headed to Nate’s old projects until the sun hit. By eleven we were cooking breakfast on the beach and settling in for a day of ice cold water and blistering sun. Then another hour or two climbing in the evening.

I did a few warm ups every day, but my soul was tweaked/trip over. But what climbing I did do made me amped to get back to Leavenworth during a better season. But what is the season there? It’s terribly hot in the summer, and I imagine very rainy in the rest of the time, I’m not clear on the timing for it. It was a warm spell that weekend, though, and I saw the temps were much lower and it was dry a week later. Maybe early fall? I’ll aim for it next year.

Nate on whirlpool, which has a watery death fall. Gorgeous though.

The granite in leavenworth is beautiful to touch. It's brown, with fat grain, sticky texture and lots of actual holds! A huge and welcome change from the gray slippery microcrystal slopers of Squamish

This is the landing for whirlpool. yikes!!

And this is pretty much how the rest of the day goes. That water is SO COLD. That's Nancy Peterson in the river, and Zach on the shore. They were excellent company all weekend. Nancy stayed in the river for 45 minutes one day, tredswimming against the current - impressive!

I mostly hung out under my gypsy tree

Full gypsy effect. You know yer jealous of my shady patch!

 

Sunday proj: finish the entire new york times, minus the week in review section because it's nauseating. Sent!

 

so like September 24, 2011

A few shots by Heather from back in June. Looking through her trip pics, man,  I just love climbing in Flagstaff. It’s on my list of places to be this spring. Of course, I hate to plan anything post-Hawaii, because I want to reserve the possibility of not coming back from Hawaii. I was talking to dad last night about it, and I was saying, “I always thought that if I were a bird, I’d fly to Hawaii and stay.” And he goes, “Well, now you’re a bird.”

Here’s Flag…Thanks Heather!!!!

Kelly Canyon

I think this is "BadAss" at Priest Draw. That's Bolder in the corner.

 

pamplemousse! September 21, 2011

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san diego tallboy

 

road life sw00n

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the thing about stuff September 20, 2011

Filed under: Domestic Projects,Family,Music,Shopping,The Future,The Past,Trips — sendann @ 2:57 pm
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I’ve done semi-annual “get rid of everything” things all my life. Mom called it “the great dump” and we did it twice a year when I was a kid, to par down the toys collection. But it’s always been about, ya know, removing the excess, giving away the pilled out sweaters and annoying shorts that never quite made it into rotation, and the last of the awesome set of pint glasses that you will never ever find again since bodum doesn’t make them anymore at least not in their bodum for Target line. But when I got to Austin on Thursday night I started the biggest, maybe second biggest, purging of belongings ever.

The biggest one was when my parents moved from where I grew up – an enormous 6 bedroom house – to a small condo. They took what they wanted and left me in charge of having an estate/garage sale of the rest. That was an emotionally charged experience of course. This one was probably smaller in volume, but harder. Because starting on Thursday I had to unload stuff that I love, currently love and would be in heavy rotation if I were in the proper climate, or would be decorating and functioning in my kitchen if I had one. This is the stuff that I adore and consider the material representation of my tastes and values.

It was kind of awesome. I’d pack a bag for BuffEx, get there, take three things out that I couldn’t part with yet, only to sell them to PlatoClo the next day. I’ve gotten a handful of cash for some things, goodwilled some, and made these packages for anyone I could think of who might enjoy some stuff. That’s been the funnest part, going through my favorite things and deciding who’s taste they may suit. I realized that yoga Matt might rock a vintage Southwestern Bell Telephone vest, and Sara Saylorking and Heather got some of my very coolest dresses and bathing suits. So I’m vagabond santa this week, and it’s been the proverbial spoonful/sugar. Of course the sweetest thing is that I’m heading to the Southeast on Saturday for 2 months, with the TripleCrown Bouldering Series, November in the Red, and lots of people to visit and play with!

In the meantime, I’m on a strict acquisitions diet. But I have seen some very cool things that I would have totally bought, were I not going ultralight in life…

Marimekko for anthropologie cotton tank at BuffEx. Amazing, and with that scooped, narrow bustline that I've only ever seen before on the Verve sports bras.

Ann Taylor Loft color block cotton tank. Holy moly I have been dreaming of this color combination and proportion for many years. Not right now though, my darling. It's just...I can't. Go! Leave my sight! Your beauty is like stabbing! Also at BuffEx.

The Gospel Soul of Aretha Franklin on vinyl at Half Price in Rice Village (H-town). Even though I sold most of my records and my turntable in a previous purging session, this might be a reaosn to dive in again. Maybe it's on iTunes? Ugh, I know. No, I know I know.

Novelty book about dealing with boyfriends/overgrown hysterical whining toddlers. I didn't actually want to get this, as I cannot relate to this problem