<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20551617</id><updated>2009-12-04T17:52:56.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rifugio Mestdagh</title><subtitle type='html'>Dispatches from the life and times of Team Mestdagh: Steve, Mia and our daughter Julia - &lt;br /&gt;family antics, climbing, canyoneering, skiing and living above Boulder.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Steve Mestdagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897729169571886944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>242</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20551617.post-5618432821509063110</id><published>2009-12-04T17:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:52:56.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had a great time in Illinois this year. Trips to Chicago. Great Greek food. Set Dad &amp;amp; Mom up with a new computer - 23" monitor. Coming up is Dad's 80th birthday. He'll be able to keep up w/ everyone on Facebook. We swung by St. Louis on the way back for an evening and morning. Good to see Janet &amp;amp; the kids and Tom. They're great! We wish we could spend more time with everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/4153652287/sizes/l/in/set-72157622923082986/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2530/4153652287_92495f9c2d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's some more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/sets/72157622923082986/detail/"&gt;pics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; of Thanksgiving day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20551617-5618432821509063110?l=smestdagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/feeds/5618432821509063110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20551617&amp;postID=5618432821509063110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/5618432821509063110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/5618432821509063110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-2009.html' title='Thanksgiving 2009!'/><author><name>Steve Mestdagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897729169571886944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03778580439187388809'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20551617.post-5939550538608527662</id><published>2009-11-02T18:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:10:25.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Julia's First Lead</title><content type='html'>Julia led her first climb - Sep 27, 2009! We were not pushing for this. It just happened .. It was bolted of course and the draws were in place as you can see. She top roped it first and I was at the top to provide encouragement and photo documentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/4012866428/sizes/l/in/set-72157622462522751/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2483/4012866428_01018bde88.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a newly developed 5.6 climb in Boulder Canyon. More pics &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/sets/72157622462522751/detail/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20551617-5939550538608527662?l=smestdagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/feeds/5939550538608527662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20551617&amp;postID=5939550538608527662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/5939550538608527662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/5939550538608527662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/2009/11/julias-first-lead.html' title='Julia&apos;s First Lead'/><author><name>Steve Mestdagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897729169571886944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03778580439187388809'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20551617.post-2230176660401885234</id><published>2009-09-28T20:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:01:14.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tetons</title><content type='html'>The Tetons are beautiful in any weather which was good because we didn't see them often. Lot's of clouds and rain. As usual, we didn't know when we'd end up in the Tetons so we didn't have camp reservations. We found the perfect camp outside the park along a braided river. Nice view to wake up to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/3887607327/sizes/l/in/set-72157622244473854/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2635/3887607327_964475ab78.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the Tetons was a canoe trip on Jackson Lake. We had planned to do a few pitches on lower Guide's Wall but the weather wasn't stable enough. This was Julia's first time in a canoe. She did well. She paddled for about 1/2 hour with papa helping in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/3887600079/sizes/l/in/set-72157622244473854/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2556/3887600079_01f915ecbf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove home via the hot springs at Saratoga and the Snowy Range. The Snowy Range drive was new to us and very cool. Alpine out your car door.&lt;br /&gt;More pics &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/sets/72157622244473854/detail/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20551617-2230176660401885234?l=smestdagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/feeds/2230176660401885234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20551617&amp;postID=2230176660401885234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/2230176660401885234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/2230176660401885234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/2009/09/tetons.html' title='The Tetons'/><author><name>Steve Mestdagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897729169571886944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03778580439187388809'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20551617.post-4008230116774589349</id><published>2009-09-27T17:37:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:43:01.664-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thermopolis to Cody to Gardiner, Montana</title><content type='html'>After climbing in Tensleep Canyon, we had a nice stop at Thermopolis (&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/yagckx5"&gt;map&lt;/a&gt;). Thermopolis (&lt;a href="http://www.thermopolis.com/Default.aspx"&gt;thermopolis.com&lt;/a&gt;) has a lot of cool things nearby but we were after the hot springs! The State Bath House is free but we went next door for the big slide. Julia has been here before. There's no talking her out of the big slide.  The big slide used to be really fast and scary. Too fast in my opinion. They must have reduced the water flow because it was not so bad now - or maybe I'm getting bolder in my old age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/3837651363/sizes/l/in/set-72157621963704057/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2494/3837651363_c7356b717e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up camping West of Cody at &lt;a href="http://wyoparks.state.wy.us/Site/SiteInfo.asp?siteID=3"&gt;Buffalo Bill State Park&lt;/a&gt;. We found a beautiful camp on the lake and Julia could ride her bike around. Cody is a pretty cool tourist town - one of the larger towns in the state at a population about 9300. We climbed for half a day before heading North on one of the most scenic drives I've done in years. The &lt;a href="http://www.codywyomingnet.com/attractions/chief_joseph_scenic_highway.php"&gt;Chief Joseph Scenic Highway&lt;/a&gt; links Cody, WY &amp;amp; Cooke City, MT. One of the impressive places we drove is over a bridge spanning the Clark's Fork (of the Yellowstone, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/3838457392/sizes/l/in/set-72157621963704057/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2580/3838457392_fe15f78521.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I was in Cooke City was a summer between college years - late '70s. Cooke City is still a small town but bigger than I remember. It is hemmed in by mountains. Sun is scarce. I'm sure the winter population is under a 100. On that trip, it was a jumping point into the Beartooth Mountains - a 10 day mountaineering trip - and what a trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove throught the Silver Gate (NE gate) into Yellowstone. Fascinating! In the 1st 2 hours we saw a black bear, a bear that was brown that might have been a small grizzly, hundreds of buffalo, a pronghorn antelope and an elk. Yeah, it was evening - the viewing time but still ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellowstone camping was filled so we continued to Gardiner, MT, (&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=gardiner,+Mt&amp;amp;oe=utf-8&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hq=&amp;amp;hnear=Gardiner,+MT&amp;amp;gl=us&amp;amp;ei=JBjASqDrDseo8AaT6pyiAQ&amp;amp;ll=45.030833,-110.706482&amp;amp;spn=1.310208,2.381287&amp;amp;z=9&amp;amp;iwloc=A"&gt;map&lt;/a&gt;) and looked for a camp site. The official ones were full. So we headed North on logging roads looking for perfect site .. and looking. We didn't find the perfect site but we found a damn good one. With the clouds rolling in and out and the view .. well, make sure you click on the picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, we were a bit worried about Grizzly. This was Griz country for sure and there was no one around for 10 miles. We cleaned up and packed everything in the truck. As we went to sleep, I heard a long, drawn out sound. Not really a howl but sort of. I know what fox, lions and bears sound like but this was different. I went to sleep dreaming of wolves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/sets/72157621963704057/detail/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; - includes the rest of Yellowstone we saw (a very small portion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/3837665069/sizes/l/in/set-72157621963704057/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2667/3837665069_de10754065.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20551617-4008230116774589349?l=smestdagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/feeds/4008230116774589349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20551617&amp;postID=4008230116774589349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/4008230116774589349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/4008230116774589349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/2009/09/thermopolis-to-cody-to-gardiner-montana.html' title='Thermopolis to Cody to Gardiner, Montana'/><author><name>Steve Mestdagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897729169571886944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03778580439187388809'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20551617.post-2244447746030542851</id><published>2009-08-18T20:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:24:44.338-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Horn Range, Wyoming - Climbing &amp; Hiking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/3819326788/sizes/l/in/set-72157621908525157/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 10px 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3537/3819326788_7b2c091822.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were only here for 3 days but I'm excited to go back. We stopped for  breakfast in downtown Buffalo. There was a festival that day. We saw the bed races. Imagine a group of adults or kids pushing a bed full speed down a steep street. Amazing no one was hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffalo also hosts one of the best all around sports stores I've seen - the &lt;a href="http://www.sportslure.com/"&gt;Sports Lure&lt;/a&gt;. You walk in and see a full display of fishing gear, tied flies, 100s of guns etc. This is what I'd expect to see in a decent Wyoming sport store. (Well, maybe not so many guns but ..) Further back are tents, sleeping bags, outdoor clothes &amp;amp; shoes, maps, hiking &amp;amp; climbing guides, then the team goods for baseball, basketball  etc. It was not a big store either. REI watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia felt like hiking the first day in the Bighorns so we drove to Circle Park and hiked to a lake well below Bighorn Peak. Looking up, the trained eye picks out numerous alpine lines waiting to be done. I'm sure some of them have been climbed but this area doesn't even have a climbing guide in print. Out of print, yes. We just need more time and someone to watch Julia at the tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/3818522625/sizes/l/in/set-72157621908525157/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3540/3818522625_56a83c7179.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We climbed in Tensleep Canyon for the next few days. A few climbing pics and more scenery &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/sets/72157621908525157/detail/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Yes, we're working with Julia to take some climbing shots of us. They are getting better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20551617-2244447746030542851?l=smestdagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/feeds/2244447746030542851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20551617&amp;postID=2244447746030542851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/2244447746030542851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/2244447746030542851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-horn-range-wyoming-climbing-hiking.html' title='Big Horn Range, Wyoming - Climbing &amp; Hiking'/><author><name>Steve Mestdagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897729169571886944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03778580439187388809'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20551617.post-3505675855483790800</id><published>2009-08-13T20:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:46:34.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Climbing &amp; hiking above the Arkansas River valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/3813707296/sizes/l/in/set-72157622015943910/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2425/3813707296_57f310a7a4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We did a couple nice weekend trips in July. (I know it's August but the more fun we have the less time I have for recording it.) We climbed at Monitor Rock for a day and hiked to Independence Lake (West side of Independence Pass) and spent a night and day near Cottonwood Pass. ( Click on the pics for larger views of life! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The hike to Independence Lake starts w/ a creek cascading down to the road. Can't beat that for a start. Here's shot of Mia &amp;amp; Julia at the lake:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/3813709200/sizes/l/in/set-72157622015943910/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3546/3813709200_194f9a5e49.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yes, those blue skies and clouds are what makes Colorado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Camping doesn't suck too bad either. Here's our camp below Independence Pass:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/3813712990/sizes/l/in/set-72157622015943910/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2648/3813712990_c68b8846b9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our camp below Cottonwood Pass:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/3813710364/sizes/l/in/set-72157622015943910/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3526/3813710364_f9a5c7d1cc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More pics &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/sets/72157622015943910/detail/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20551617-3505675855483790800?l=smestdagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/feeds/3505675855483790800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20551617&amp;postID=3505675855483790800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/3505675855483790800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/3505675855483790800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/2009/08/climbing-hiking-above-arkansas-river.html' title='Climbing &amp; hiking above the Arkansas River valley'/><author><name>Steve Mestdagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897729169571886944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03778580439187388809'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20551617.post-1094316589470161354</id><published>2009-07-16T20:42:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:05:03.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Climbing in Maple Canyon, Big Cottonwood and a Bat Attack in City of Rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/3705472043/sizes/l/in/set-72157621203670950/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2443/3705472043_cf1f2aca0e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Starting w/ a camp east of the San Rafael Swell (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;source=s_q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=san+rafael+swell&amp;amp;sll=39.0917,-110.684509&amp;amp;sspn=1.447407,2.381287&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=38.810821,-110.677643&amp;amp;spn=0.753345,1.190643&amp;amp;t=p&amp;amp;z=10"&gt;map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;), in Utah, this was a great trip. We climbed a few days at Maple Canyon, just west of Freedom (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;source=s_q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=freedom,+ut&amp;amp;sll=38.810821,-110.677643&amp;amp;sspn=0.753345,1.190643&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=39.541117,-111.694565&amp;amp;spn=0.745561,1.190643&amp;amp;t=p&amp;amp;z=10"&gt;map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;). The camping has no views except trees - which makes it marginal (in my opinion) but the climbing makes up for it. Amazingly steep climbing on cobbles. My arms were worthless by the 3rd day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Next up was Big Cottonwood Canyon near Salt Lake City. This was new terrain for us. A family we met at Maple recommended a 3 pitch 5.6 route on Dead Snag Crag. It was an excellent pick - see first picture.  Even better, Julia made a friend at camp. We had a nice camp in the Aspens and the kids ran around with a compass and whistle so they wouldn't get lost. The noisy road thru the canyon was the only detraction. Many people must live near the ski areas above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/3706304630/sizes/l/in/set-72157621203670950/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3497/3706304630_ef097ba1fd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We drove over the pass to Park City the next day. Pretty area. Ski areas everywhere! We stocked up at the farmer's market and and checked out the 2002 Olympic ski jumps. The Australian team was training. They practice jumping into an aerated pool. When they came off the big jump, this was pretty exciting. There's a great ski museum too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Onto City of Rocks National Reserve in Idaho. This is a special place. It's way rural and very beautiful. One very unusual thing happened here - bat attack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had climbed up about a 100 ft up to the belay. A bat lands on the rock in front of me, shows it's fangs and starts squeaking at me. It doesn't stop. I start yelling at it. Mia yells up that she's climbing and she doesn't get the appropriate response because I'm busy w/ the bat. (I'm not making this up! ) I look down to make sure she's not climbing and then see that the bat is gone .. but it's not over. The bat had jumped onto my shirt. With one hand, I pull my shirt away from my body. With the other hand I start pummelling it w/ my climbing gear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/3706376676/sizes/l/in/set-72157621203670950/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2489/3706376676_e0c6239aba.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The bat is still there so I grab it by the tail and toss it. It plummets to the ground without opening it's wings. I figure it's dead. I belay Mia up as weather moves in. We rappel off to avoid the rain and I search for the bat. I find it and it's dead. Mia, and my daughter Julia, wander over and the bat starts moving. That's all the sign we need. We get out of there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had a couple of thunderstorms accompanied by series of rainbows. Oh yeah, the climbing was good too.  Look at the last picture and you'll see Julia about half way up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The album of pics is &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/sets/72157621203670950/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20551617-1094316589470161354?l=smestdagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/feeds/1094316589470161354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20551617&amp;postID=1094316589470161354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/1094316589470161354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/1094316589470161354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/2009/07/climbing-in-maple-canyon-big-cottonwood.html' title='Climbing in Maple Canyon, Big Cottonwood and a Bat Attack in City of Rocks'/><author><name>Steve Mestdagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897729169571886944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03778580439187388809'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20551617.post-2734873149566458706</id><published>2009-06-26T06:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T06:37:58.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>June Climbing Trips - finally!</title><content type='html'>After couple of days climbing locally, it seems my tendonitis is holding up. It's been about 19 months since I've climbed consistently. I'm hoping it's not a "false summit" - like 2 other times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So AWAY we GO on climbing trips! Yeah - easy climbing for me. First trip was to Shelf Road - between Canon City and Cripple Creek. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/sets/72157620502289318/detail/"&gt;Here's a few pics I shot&lt;/a&gt; and this is a fun video I shot of Julia climbing. Turn up the volume and you'll hear the never ending song of birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="400" height="300"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=948566bd2c&amp;amp;photo_id=3657983611"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=948566bd2c&amp;amp;photo_id=3657983611" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend's trip was to Vedauwoo. Vedauwoo is a special place between Cheyenne and Laramie. Beautiful granite formations among meadows, Ponderosa, Fir and Aspens. The Coopers family - Tom, Karen &amp;amp; Jessica, joined us. Pics are &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/sets/72157620376200153/detail/"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;. This is a great shot of Jessica climbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/3658387899/sizes/l/in/set-72157620376200153/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3311/3658387899_6288d7763d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20551617-2734873149566458706?l=smestdagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/feeds/2734873149566458706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20551617&amp;postID=2734873149566458706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/2734873149566458706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/2734873149566458706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-climbing-trips-finally.html' title='June Climbing Trips - finally!'/><author><name>Steve Mestdagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897729169571886944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03778580439187388809'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20551617.post-8668619382311632391</id><published>2009-06-01T21:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:17:31.979-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Utah &amp; Canyoneering Trip - 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/3576500461/sizes/l/in/set-72157618894917265/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3358/3576500461_2cdc34a4c1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although wet and muddy, this was a great trip! Clare Shemeta &amp;amp; her kids, Mia &amp;amp; Russell joined us for the weekend. A muddy camp in in front of the San Rafael Reef got the trip off to a .. well muddy start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a fun loop hike in &lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/nabr/photosmultimedia/index.htm"&gt;Natural Bridges Nat. Park&lt;/a&gt; between Sipapu Bridge and Kachina Bridge. The water really added to the beauty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/3577304898/sizes/l/in/set-72157618894917265/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3568/3577304898_8ac5ee996d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of the weather, we mnaged to squeeze Fry Canyon in. The kids kept saying "Awesome" as we got underway. When we had to swim the wet sections, the reactions varied between kids. I caught a nice one of Julia here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/sets/72157618894917265/detail/"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20551617-8668619382311632391?l=smestdagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/feeds/8668619382311632391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20551617&amp;postID=8668619382311632391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/8668619382311632391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/8668619382311632391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/2009/06/memorial-day-canyoneering-2009.html' title='Memorial Day Utah &amp; Canyoneering Trip - 2009'/><author><name>Steve Mestdagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897729169571886944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03778580439187388809'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20551617.post-7017910190236817942</id><published>2009-06-01T20:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T06:34:32.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;BEAR! I heard something at the front door. Too late for a human visitor so it must be an animal. Yep. I see it now. Black and about 2 feet high at the shoulder - a yearling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and it was heading for the garage .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;which was open .. which had garbage. Dang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;! By the time I ran to the other end of the house, the bear was dragging the garbage can outside. Mia started banging pots while I stepped into the garage (w/ door in hand) to see who intimidated who more. The bear stood it's ground. I looked around for something to throw but couldn't find anything close. I knew that if the bear got the lid off the can, it would be a problem forever. Finally, it backed off as I yelled from the top of the stairs and Mia dented the pans together.  Finally, I rescued the can but the bear was holding it's ground about 15 feet away. I pulled the can inside and shut the garage door as it finally ran off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love bears but I think this one is going to be a pest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20551617-7017910190236817942?l=smestdagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/feeds/7017910190236817942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20551617&amp;postID=7017910190236817942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/7017910190236817942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/7017910190236817942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/2009/06/bear.html' title='Bear!'/><author><name>Steve Mestdagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897729169571886944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03778580439187388809'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20551617.post-2708961684070197090</id><published>2009-05-30T20:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T20:55:31.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sig Papp - Enjoying new mountain ranges in heaven</title><content type='html'>Today was Sig's memorial service. Sig was 67. He was the first to show me there's more than climbing crags and technical routes in the peaks. He died suddenly of a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sig introduced me to 14'eers and the Utah desert. From Castle Peak to the traverse of the Maroon Bells (including a biviouac) to my first trip to Canyonlands National Park. We did the Notch Couloir on Long's Peak and there were the weekly after work climbing days with the Rocky Flats Mountaineering club. We did a an incredible week of backpacking in the Sangre de Cristo Range .. and  a winter camp below St. Mary's glacier - Lot of drinking &amp;amp; chess on that trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ski toured well before wide skiis and plastic boots. It might have been a day trip to Indian Peaks, the Commando Run or a few days at the Tagert hut (before the 10th Mountain hut system) above Aspen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually there were no lack of people on these trips .. and no lack of laughter and beer back at camp. Sig was an explorer. He'd always get out and see something he'd never seen before .. shared with good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was bittersweet to go the the memorial service and reception afterwards. It was good to see his wife, Ellen &amp;amp; his "kids", Mike and Kathy. It was good to see many colleagues and comrades from our prior work - Rocky Flats Nuclear Weapon facility. Many of these people had been on this trips and I haven't seen many of them for at least 14 years. I'm making plans with some of them for a fall trip to Utah. Sig would like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Sig, bye for now and thanks for the great times ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20551617-2708961684070197090?l=smestdagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/feeds/2708961684070197090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20551617&amp;postID=2708961684070197090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/2708961684070197090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/2708961684070197090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/2009/05/sig-papp-enjoying-new-mountain-ranges.html' title='Sig Papp - Enjoying new mountain ranges in heaven'/><author><name>Steve Mestdagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897729169571886944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03778580439187388809'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20551617.post-7663112391314414021</id><published>2009-05-26T20:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:06:45.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Julia's 7th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/3553308081/sizes/l/in/set-72157618617957244/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 381px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3382/3553308081_3abd7beb34.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost count of the kids Julia invited. Luckily it was outside - and the weather was decent. We had a treasure hunt, a relay race with 2 wooden spoons holding a potato (not as easy as it sounds), a tug of war and the usual whack the piñata for food supplies - I mean candy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a riot!  That's Julia in front during the tug of war. Guess who is on the other end? Me! I was slowly losing. Then Mia joined in on the girls side and they dragged me through the dirt. Dang. I thought age and technique ruled over youth &amp;amp; power ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More pics are &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/sets/72157618617957244/detail/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20551617-7663112391314414021?l=smestdagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/feeds/7663112391314414021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20551617&amp;postID=7663112391314414021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/7663112391314414021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/7663112391314414021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/2009/05/julias-7th-birthday.html' title='Julia&apos;s 7th Birthday'/><author><name>Steve Mestdagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897729169571886944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03778580439187388809'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20551617.post-936267301161340898</id><published>2009-04-09T16:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:50:49.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Julia wants pierced ears</title><content type='html'>6 YO Daughter: Mama, can I have my ears pierced?&lt;br /&gt;Mama: It's ok w/ me but talk to your papa.&lt;br /&gt;6 YO Daughter: Papa, can I have my ears pierced?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sure, no problem&lt;br /&gt;6 YO Daughter: Thanks Papa. You're a good papa.&lt;br /&gt;... she skips away&lt;br /&gt;... she skips back&lt;br /&gt;6 YO Daughter: Can we go now?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Now? I was thinking when you're 12 years old&lt;br /&gt;6 YO Daughter: Papa! We need to talk! I want them pierced for my 7th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, that's different. What about 11 years old?&lt;br /&gt;6 YO Daughter: Everyone in my class has pierced ears.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You don't want to be the same as everyone else do you?&lt;br /&gt;6 YO Daughter: Papa!&lt;br /&gt;Me: What about 10 years old?&lt;br /&gt;6 YO Daughter: Papaaaa !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's looking bleak for me with the 2 gals against me. I'm saving my best line for last though: "I own your ears until you are 12 years old!  ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20551617-936267301161340898?l=smestdagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/feeds/936267301161340898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20551617&amp;postID=936267301161340898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/936267301161340898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/936267301161340898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/2009/04/julia-wants-pierced-ears.html' title='Julia wants pierced ears'/><author><name>Steve Mestdagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897729169571886944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03778580439187388809'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20551617.post-7817722806840603576</id><published>2009-02-24T21:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:03:08.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking &amp; Music without Mama</title><content type='html'>As we drove home after Julia's climbing practice, we talked about dinner. It became very apparent that Julia believes she is much better cook than I. Now that wouldn't take much but I certainly can cook better than a 6 year old. I couldn't shake her belief though. She told me about when she showed me how to separate an egg (true but ..) etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to discourage her, I moved the subject to music. We drove home, into the foothills, accompanied by Grateful Dead. I like the Dead much more now than when I was younger. Julia confirmed that appreciation of the Dead is indeed age dependent. She gave it a thumbs down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20551617-7817722806840603576?l=smestdagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/feeds/7817722806840603576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20551617&amp;postID=7817722806840603576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/7817722806840603576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/7817722806840603576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/2009/02/cooking-music-without-mama.html' title='Cooking &amp; Music without Mama'/><author><name>Steve Mestdagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897729169571886944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03778580439187388809'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20551617.post-7758821313718949089</id><published>2009-02-23T06:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T06:58:15.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going home to bury Peter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/3010968459/sizes/l/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3246/3010968459_3f4b31e4ab.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning, Mia is flying home to &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;ei=K6eiSYL1FIKEsAOuv_zGCQ&amp;amp;q=schonau+am+Konigsee&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=47.591019,12.987907&amp;amp;spn=9.930902,17.841797&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;z=6"&gt;Schönau am Königsee&lt;/a&gt; to bury her brother, Peter. She called her Dad this morning. He said it'll be his greatest joy to see her. I hope she can find some joy within this time of sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home working and taking care of Julia, by myself, for the week. This will not be a walk in the park but we will have fun too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20551617-7758821313718949089?l=smestdagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/feeds/7758821313718949089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20551617&amp;postID=7758821313718949089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/7758821313718949089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/7758821313718949089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/2009/02/going-home-to-bury-peter.html' title='Going home to bury Peter'/><author><name>Steve Mestdagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897729169571886944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03778580439187388809'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20551617.post-4088613694655123467</id><published>2009-02-20T16:39:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:21:58.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter Stocker - ripped out of the middle of his life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/3010969885/sizes/l/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtAtphHc4-I/SZ9B8zEEOxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/scN-gaNcdFE/s320/3010969885_bb96b8caf7_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305031398820952850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today is a very sad day in our lives. We received news that my brother, Peter, died unexpectedly last night. A autopsy will be done on Monday. He most likely died from a heart attack. He was in top shape and only 42 years old.  Nobody would have expected him to have a heart attack. Even doctors did not diagnose it in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We will all miss him dearly. It will be especially hard for his girl friend of 25 years, Moni, and his 5-year old daughter Anna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Peter, keep an eye out on for your little girl wherever you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;More pictures of Peter and family are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/sets/72157614122705507/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20551617-4088613694655123467?l=smestdagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/feeds/4088613694655123467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20551617&amp;postID=4088613694655123467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/4088613694655123467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/4088613694655123467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/2009/02/peter-stocker-ripped-out-of-middle-of.html' title='Peter Stocker - ripped out of the middle of his life'/><author><name>Steve Mestdagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897729169571886944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03778580439187388809'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtAtphHc4-I/SZ9B8zEEOxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/scN-gaNcdFE/s72-c/3010969885_bb96b8caf7_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20551617.post-621029434223369478</id><published>2009-02-09T21:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:51:57.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ford vehicles &amp; Starr's Clothing</title><content type='html'>Our 2001 Ford Focus blew a radiator hose. Of course, this didn't happen nearby or during business hours. I drove the truck down to Broomfield and we nursed the Focus back to Boulder with help of a 5 gallon water jug and duct tape. While this wasn't that expensive, it was catastrophic. Lucky that we weren't driving in a remote area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 3rd time, we've had a problem with the Focus. The first was front suspension - expensive. The 2nd was a blown thermostat gasket which resulted in catastrophic radiator fluid loss - also expensive. Both turn out to be common Focus problems. This car has only has 70k miles! Our last Ford, a 1994 Escort had 140K miles before we sold it. Not one major problem with the Escort. Seems like Ford is on a downhill slide. Ford (fix or repair daily) will have to come up with something I really want before I buy another vehicle from them. Ford, are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note, I stopped by &lt;a href="http://www.starrsclothingco.com/index.html"&gt;Starr's Clothing&lt;/a&gt; on Pearl Street today. Starr's is a local &amp;amp; independent Boulder clothing company. I ALWAYS walk out with more clothing than I intended buying - and I HATE shopping. Starr's has a great selection with great service! Support them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20551617-621029434223369478?l=smestdagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/feeds/621029434223369478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20551617&amp;postID=621029434223369478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/621029434223369478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/621029434223369478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/2009/02/ford-vehicles-starrs-clothing.html' title='Ford vehicles &amp; Starr&apos;s Clothing'/><author><name>Steve Mestdagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897729169571886944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03778580439187388809'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20551617.post-969066974917592366</id><published>2009-01-27T20:28:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:41:40.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nice Day to Drop Off the Mail</title><content type='html'>Bluebird Skies and 5°F - a nice day to walk the mail to the mailbox. A fire cranking in the wood stove .. this is why we live where we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/3232377503/sizes/l/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 391px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3317/3232377503_d5180d1758.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20551617-969066974917592366?l=smestdagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/feeds/969066974917592366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20551617&amp;postID=969066974917592366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/969066974917592366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/969066974917592366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/2009/01/nice-day-to-drop-off-mail.html' title='A Nice Day to Drop Off the Mail'/><author><name>Steve Mestdagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897729169571886944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03778580439187388809'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20551617.post-5874945806688144267</id><published>2009-01-09T16:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:31:09.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind, Bobcat &amp; Fire - An Interesting Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wind and more wind, day after day .. then it got bad. A nice Spruce was uprooted. Shingles are everywhere. Then the snow machine blew over .. twice. Mr Bobcat showed up outside my window in the morning also. It was watching me before I looked over my laptop out the window. Few people get to see one so close. It was about 8 feet away. I called Mia over to share the view. Pics of all below. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the afternoon, the wind blew down a power line which started a fire. 11,000 + homes were evacauated. We were to the South but we kept a close eye on it. It came within about 1-1/2 miles of us. Wild day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/3177273746/sizes/l/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3082/3177273746_b6ce60297d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/3182693553/sizes/l/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3301/3182693553_48b67ac4b7.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/3183531296/sizes/l/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3354/3183531296_a13707ef6b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20551617-5874945806688144267?l=smestdagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/feeds/5874945806688144267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20551617&amp;postID=5874945806688144267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/5874945806688144267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/5874945806688144267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/2009/01/wind-bobcat-fire-interesting-day.html' title='Wind, Bobcat &amp; Fire - An Interesting Day'/><author><name>Steve Mestdagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897729169571886944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03778580439187388809'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20551617.post-6538197848381937182</id><published>2008-12-02T17:48:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:48:55.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night of the Mountain Lions</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/3049038686/sizes/l/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3006/3049038686_f8b0bda2d4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill &amp;amp; I were coming home after a Utah canyoneering trip. I was driving Bill's Forerunner when this lion jumped in front of me. I didn't even have a chance to brake. After a lot of noises and bouncing lion, I could finally stop. We ran back up I-70 to check on the lion and pull if off the road if it was dead. Bill waved the flashlight to ward off traffic when I realized I didn't have the time to test the deadness factor. The traffic was scary close and scary fast. I grabbed the hind legs and pulled the sucker off the road. Luckily it didn't even raise it's head. What a beautiful animal! And oh my,  the paws were huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately this beautiful animal was going to cause us a lot of pain. This incident occurred on I-70 between Georgetown and the Eisenhower tunnel. We got back to the car and checked out the front end. Antifreeze was draining down the road. Much of the bumper and steel supporting structure was gone. The steering components and skid plate were also busted up. Of course I don't have a cell phone and Bill's ran out of juice as we were deciding who to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1/2 hour, a couple of state troopers pulled up, looked over the cat and took our story down. They also called a tow shop in Idaho Springs. The rest of the story involves the mysterious lost car key, the story of Idaho Springs resident, Scott Lancaster, who was killed by a lion back in 1991 and how the $5500 car damages will be paid for. I finally got home at 1:30am instead of 9:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh .. and to top it off ... on the way back to Boulder, I saw 2 more lions crossing the road North of the aggregate plant on Rt 93. In the last 9 years, I've seen 2 lions. Now in one night, I see 3 more lions. It was surely the NIGHT OF THE MOUNTAIN LIONS ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20551617-6538197848381937182?l=smestdagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/feeds/6538197848381937182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20551617&amp;postID=6538197848381937182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/6538197848381937182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/6538197848381937182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/2008/12/night-of-mountain-lions.html' title='The Night of the Mountain Lions'/><author><name>Steve Mestdagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897729169571886944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03778580439187388809'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20551617.post-2753300501017633594</id><published>2008-10-02T20:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:41:41.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boating the Colorado - West of Loma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/2982062179/sizes/l/in/set-72157608457872202/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3186/2982062179_2df294529e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a great trip between Loma, CO (&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Loma,+CO&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;oe=utf-8&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;ll=39.196709,-108.812935&amp;amp;spn=0.16922,0.258522&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;z=12"&gt;map&lt;/a&gt;) and Westwater, UT (&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=westwater,+Ut&amp;amp;sll=39.196709,-108.812935&amp;amp;sspn=0.16922,0.258522&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=39.090167,-109.112992&amp;amp;spn=0.169476,0.258522&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;z=12"&gt;map&lt;/a&gt;). We had a two nights on the river. The kids had a riot in camp and in the boats and sometimes just swimming. The picture to the left captures Julia and Garett paddling. Suprisingly they even look sychronized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Chris &amp;amp; Bob for the boats and to Chris for setting things up and organizing the equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slideshow is &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/sets/72157608457872202/show/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! Pics are &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/sets/72157608457872202/detail/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20551617-2753300501017633594?l=smestdagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/feeds/2753300501017633594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20551617&amp;postID=2753300501017633594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/2753300501017633594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/2753300501017633594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/2008/10/boating-colorado-west-of-loma.html' title='Boating the Colorado - West of Loma'/><author><name>Steve Mestdagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897729169571886944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03778580439187388809'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20551617.post-4540544988348507455</id><published>2008-09-30T18:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:06:03.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crestone Music Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/2980662814/sizes/l/in/set-72157608432824912/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3227/2980662814_450f0a69a5.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Crestone is a pretty special place for music. The music could suck, which it didn't, and it would still be great! We were there for day 2 of 3 and saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.eileenivers.com/"&gt;Eileen Ivers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mia was just getting over her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plantar_fasciitis"&gt;plantar fasciitis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and blew her foot out on the first dance. Imagine the disabled (me) helping a cripple to the health center .. Mia wouldn't let me toss her over me shoulder. She had to hop! It was like a 3 legged race at a county fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More pics &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/sets/72157608432824912/detail/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20551617-4540544988348507455?l=smestdagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/feeds/4540544988348507455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20551617&amp;postID=4540544988348507455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/4540544988348507455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/4540544988348507455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/2008/09/crestone-music-festival.html' title='Crestone Music Festival'/><author><name>Steve Mestdagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897729169571886944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03778580439187388809'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20551617.post-4668972554288744924</id><published>2008-08-28T17:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:31:01.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Julia's First Day of 1st Grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/2805911020/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3267/2805911020_c86035df93.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more pictures of Julia's first day are &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/sets/72157606995595493/detail/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20551617-4668972554288744924?l=smestdagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/feeds/4668972554288744924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20551617&amp;postID=4668972554288744924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/4668972554288744924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/4668972554288744924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/2008/08/julias-first-day-of-1st-grade.html' title='Julia&apos;s First Day of 1st Grade'/><author><name>Steve Mestdagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897729169571886944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03778580439187388809'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20551617.post-9074020453330095186</id><published>2008-07-24T20:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:55:04.019-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalk Creek Pass and a Marmot</title><content type='html'>After climbing at Monitor Rock and a stop at Princeton Resort Hot Springs we looked for a camp up Chalk Creek. All four National Forest camps had signs out - Campground Full. Luckily we don't need any smoky official campground to stay in. We headed higher and  passed St. Elmo, an old mining town. We took the junction toward Hancock Lake. After many bumps, we started to find sites but they were taken. I was the master camp finder and not worried but it was getting late! I found a side road and put the truck into 4x4 for a bumpy but worthwhile cruise to one of the best campsites of recent memory. Certainly the best of this year. The picture shows us at timberline, about 11,500 ft. with a little receding sunlight. It doesn't get much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/2699560867/sizes/l/in/set-72157606355560600/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3006/2699560867_5634585d61.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we hiked up Chalk Creek Pass. A visitor suprised us at lunch. It hesitantly approached as Julia shot pictures. She captured the marmot pretty well, I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/2700382436/sizes/l/in/set-72157606355560600/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3215/2700382436_ee553d1265.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more amazing thing we saw is a collapsing mining structure. This thing was just about to fall on the road! See this and other pics &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/sets/72157606355560600/detail/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20551617-9074020453330095186?l=smestdagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/feeds/9074020453330095186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20551617&amp;postID=9074020453330095186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/9074020453330095186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/9074020453330095186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/2008/07/chalk-creek-pass-and-marmot.html' title='Chalk Creek Pass and a Marmot'/><author><name>Steve Mestdagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897729169571886944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03778580439187388809'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20551617.post-3561771115433261432</id><published>2008-07-22T18:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:27:31.444-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A day hike to 12,316</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/2675444699/sizes/l/in/set-72157606210304682/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3178/2675444699_63d7cf3a7a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Julia wanted a story. So I told a story about Rebecca, the miner's daughter, all the way to the summit. The story revolved around an old miner and a harmonica. Of course, the miner taught her how to play it.  We took a wrong turn so we didn't see Rebecca's cabin, though. I've seen it in the past on ski tours. We'll have to do another hike to find it or maybe a ski tour when Julia gets older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, as it's a tough descent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summit, 12,316, is in the background of the picture here.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beautiful day. Lot's of green but not like the green we experienced on our recent trip to Bavaria. It felt great to get high again. Colorado mountains are good too! Peak 12,316 is just south of Vasquez Peak between Berthoud Pass and Jones Pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More pics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/s_mestdagh/sets/72157606210304682/detail/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20551617-3561771115433261432?l=smestdagh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/feeds/3561771115433261432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20551617&amp;postID=3561771115433261432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/3561771115433261432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20551617/posts/default/3561771115433261432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smestdagh.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-hike-to-12316.html' title='A day hike to 12,316'/><author><name>Steve Mestdagh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897729169571886944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03778580439187388809'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>