Hangin' with a buddy...

Mara and I have been getting a lot more time together since my wife has gone back to work.
The back lawn is lookin' better than it did in the spring, after Mara gouged the earth with her turns, leaving deep rutts in her wake. Now, a copius amount of weeds grow from the dust. For whatever reason, today was the day she decided to bring the ball back when called. I hope this is just a small step in our many attempts at appropriate play.

Mara has an assortment of sticks and old tennis balls at her disposal during our play time outside. She gets going at a pretty good clip. Usually she signals the end by unravelling her tongue and finding a shady area.

Yesterday I saw a hummingbird zoom by while I was taking out Mara. I was so enthralled I had to call my parents. I do have a Bee Balm plant on the back corner of my garage that it seemed to be checking out. Too bad I didn't have a camera.

This hot weather should tire us both out rather easily over the next few days. Temps. are gonna be in the low to mid 90's.
That's all for now....

Day One of "working out"

In the morning I took my dog Mara on an hour walk. In the early afternoon I went on a 9 mile bikeride on the Midland Railtrail. In the evening I played an hour and a half of tennis. Can this continue?

I hope so!

I really need to find some sort of routine because I want to be runnin' around with the new baby come September...

Mt. Marathon/Seward Alaska

In the summer of 2005, 12 guys from Michigan set out to fish Halibut in Seward Alaska, and to visit other areas of Alaska, including Denali National Park.

If you ever visit Seward Alaska, on of the few places in America to experience a massive tidal wave, you must give Mt. Marathon a try.

Warning! This hike may kick your butt on a warm day. Bring plenty of water. If you run out, hopefully somebody will be nice to yah! On the plus side, it turns out


to be a nice getaway if you are traveling in a large pack.

During my first attempt with a few of my mates from our crew, I got hit in the head by a softball size rock trying to ascend on the side that requires a little bit of skill. I took a break and then proceeded to go up the jeep trail---located off of a side street. Many hours later, having to borrow some water from the top from a nice gal who took it from one of the streams fed by the melting snowpack, I made it up.

The older gents in the group were filming me from the RV camp form below. They caught me in a "Rocky" pose with arms raised, after I reaced the top.

Cheers!
Adam P.