tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40751570494105385952024-03-13T14:56:32.958-06:00Scottblog v3.0In dire need of ideas...Scott Barneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303338124468288352noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075157049410538595.post-27707555332316588372011-03-06T22:43:00.006-07:002011-03-06T22:59:29.141-07:00Saturday - Morro Bay, SLO, and a blue jay<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ftlvybeOqQ/TXRxh0nFieI/AAAAAAAAALI/SypXdO5r8J4/s1600/DSCF1200.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ftlvybeOqQ/TXRxh0nFieI/AAAAAAAAALI/SypXdO5r8J4/s320/DSCF1200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581210664091093474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I fed this bird almonds and bits of fruit the night before, and it came back in the morning looking for me. Every time I gave it a piece of almond too large for it to ingest, it would bury it. Birds are kinda fun when they're not in a cage, squawking and making awful smells in your apartment.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Japyjex28bY/TXRyAqtcssI/AAAAAAAAALg/Kay634CKY68/s1600/DSCF1216.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ih1c7m-BtA/TXRxyUtZDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/8Y07fHABgNQ/s1600/DSCF1204.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 84px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ih1c7m-BtA/TXRxyUtZDbI/AAAAAAAAALY/8Y07fHABgNQ/s320/DSCF1204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581210947585379762" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1XdJWcJYFBg/TXRxyToPENI/AAAAAAAAALQ/MDh8Md30YIc/s1600/DSCF1205.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1XdJWcJYFBg/TXRxyToPENI/AAAAAAAAALQ/MDh8Md30YIc/s320/DSCF1205.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581210947295318226" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;">Morro Bay is awesome.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1XdJWcJYFBg/TXRxyToPENI/AAAAAAAAALQ/MDh8Md30YIc/s1600/DSCF1205.JPG"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ftlvybeOqQ/TXRxh0nFieI/AAAAAAAAALI/SypXdO5r8J4/s1600/DSCF1200.JPG"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Japyjex28bY/TXRyAqtcssI/AAAAAAAAALg/Kay634CKY68/s320/DSCF1216.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581211194009367234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span><div style="text-align: center;">Bubble gum alley in San Luis Obispo. Cool town.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I caught the train back to Santa Barbara and drove straight back to Glendale, arriving this morning at 6:00am. I'm pretty damn tired right now. My whole body aches.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Totally worth it.</div>Scott Barneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303338124468288352noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075157049410538595.post-78591065548355796142011-03-06T22:27:00.006-07:002011-03-06T22:42:42.676-07:00Friday - Right bundle branch block hills<div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Au8JdmyNSXw/TXRueEcFpNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/D0srJllv6Hw/s320/DSCF1177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581207301085570258" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Waking up in a cloud.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-feSmJ4Z024U/TXRudw1ze-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/EHTsAq3c58I/s1600/DSCF1178.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-feSmJ4Z024U/TXRudw1ze-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/EHTsAq3c58I/s320/DSCF1178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581207295824722914" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;">The sun burned off some of the fog.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DTvOPpdJljY/TXRuRh0GASI/AAAAAAAAAKA/i-k9FJARy1Y/s1600/DSCF1182.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 86px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DTvOPpdJljY/TXRuRh0GASI/AAAAAAAAAKA/i-k9FJARy1Y/s320/DSCF1182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581207085632586018" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">More windy hills above the clouds.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DTvOPpdJljY/TXRuRh0GASI/AAAAAAAAAKA/i-k9FJARy1Y/s1600/DSCF1182.JPG"></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><u><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FJxPAsdbkuw/TXRuse4zkqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/3Klw402aSS4/s320/DSCF1188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581207548703511202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></u></span>Ragged Point</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DTvOPpdJljY/TXRuRh0GASI/AAAAAAAAAKA/i-k9FJARy1Y/s1600/DSCF1182.JPG"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXWEhUHQNf8/TXRvIICFsrI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Ub5k4XJfmjo/s320/DSCF1195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581208023604769458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">More seals - this time they're elephant seals. They seemed pretty lazy in the afternoon.</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div></div></div>Scott Barneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303338124468288352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075157049410538595.post-66485219088827585362011-03-06T22:06:00.005-07:002011-03-06T22:27:34.671-07:00Thursday - Air nomads, Big Sur<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mvjKoc7Ukg/TXRqC5prqlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/3Gu-LcVNWTk/s1600/DSCF1148.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mvjKoc7Ukg/TXRqC5prqlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/3Gu-LcVNWTk/s320/DSCF1148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581202436286818898" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;">Everything was soaking wet. This camp was a quarter-mile from the road over a muddy, hiking trail. I've never been so happy to climb into a tent and sleep.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6mvjKoc7Ukg/TXRqC5prqlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/3Gu-LcVNWTk/s1600/DSCF1148.JPG"></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lzgPtsrDrCc/TXRpuerKsnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/b1j3-EoNpBs/s320/DSCF1150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581202085447905906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Up and over.</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OSGyLChN2V8/TXRpu5aK_iI/AAAAAAAAAJw/TAzyPaes1pQ/s1600/DSCF1158.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OSGyLChN2V8/TXRpu5aK_iI/AAAAAAAAAJw/TAzyPaes1pQ/s320/DSCF1158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581202092624379426" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The ocean is there - a hundred yards below the fog layer. I wish I knew how to take better photos. I felt awesome riding above the clouds.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lzgPtsrDrCc/TXRpuerKsnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/b1j3-EoNpBs/s1600/DSCF1150.JPG"></a></div>Scott Barneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303338124468288352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075157049410538595.post-60389191902663008072011-03-06T21:28:00.002-07:002011-03-06T21:58:57.836-07:00Wednesday - Wind, Rain, Strawberry fields<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zEVsbyfVZPY/TXRh0r_fMMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4tRq1kouWs0/s320/DSCF1123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581193396008988866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Best western provided a shower cap which fit nicely over my helmet</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HNEXVjwAhFk/TXRhkGHL1lI/AAAAAAAAAJI/S2gDfF3qsB8/s1600/DSCF1127.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HNEXVjwAhFk/TXRhkGHL1lI/AAAAAAAAAJI/S2gDfF3qsB8/s320/DSCF1127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581193110962820690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Moss Landing - strawberries and a horrible headwind. I think I was averaging around 5mph all morning.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xMRTNga6_P4/TXRia1AiOvI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ASgFTGF39Ek/s1600/DSCF1133.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xMRTNga6_P4/TXRia1AiOvI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ASgFTGF39Ek/s320/DSCF1133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581194051264330482" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Seals!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jUY6d8Pb_xs/TXRlY5gzUMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xJN9_-_CSdo/s320/DSCF1144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581197316648554690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Around noon the skies cleared and I thought I was good to make it all the way to Big Sur. As I rounded the corner after Carmel, I saw this storm coming in. I tried to race it and lost miserably, arriving at my campsite soaking wet and freezing .</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zEVsbyfVZPY/TXRh0r_fMMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4tRq1kouWs0/s1600/DSCF1123.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HNEXVjwAhFk/TXRhkGHL1lI/AAAAAAAAAJI/S2gDfF3qsB8/s1600/DSCF1127.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TYzOB8hXj40/TXRhLS9xJiI/AAAAAAAAAJA/1TQHSXCABwg/s1600/DSCF1120.JPG"></a></div>Scott Barneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303338124468288352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075157049410538595.post-89854209979789235822011-03-01T21:01:00.003-07:002011-03-01T21:59:35.989-07:00Tuesday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfZbsc2KitQ/TW3D6Hr_qlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WJBQt6HZzAQ/s1600/DSCF1108.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfZbsc2KitQ/TW3D6Hr_qlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WJBQt6HZzAQ/s320/DSCF1108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579330916645317202" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;">Pigeon Point Lighthouse.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfZbsc2KitQ/TW3D6Hr_qlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WJBQt6HZzAQ/s1600/DSCF1108.JPG"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s1MMMKO_Klk/TW3D5_BYwgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/7krnAwErSRg/s1600/DSCF1111.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s1MMMKO_Klk/TW3D5_BYwgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/7krnAwErSRg/s320/DSCF1111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579330914319122946" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Same lighthouse, different angle.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5sp_N1dC5as/TW3D5ogjglI/AAAAAAAAAIo/K1bmavLwQfE/s1600/DSCF1113.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5sp_N1dC5as/TW3D5ogjglI/AAAAAAAAAIo/K1bmavLwQfE/s320/DSCF1113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579330908275835474" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This is Scott's Creek beach.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IG6U8-5812U/TW3D5TRdhuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/F6NL9UbfSN4/s1600/DSCF1116.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IG6U8-5812U/TW3D5TRdhuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/F6NL9UbfSN4/s320/DSCF1116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579330902575384290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This is where some nice hippies run an organic farm/bake shop and you pay on the honor system. I had some awesome pumpkin curry.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm typing this in the Best Western in the Santa Cruz area. Why am I here, in the lap of luxury, and not out camping? There is a mighty wind forecast for tonight and all of the coastal campgrounds in this neck of the woods are closed.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Tomorrow the forecast says rain. All. Day. Long.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So I don't know what's going to happen. </div>Scott Barneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303338124468288352noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075157049410538595.post-1592073450759442162011-03-01T20:39:00.003-07:002011-03-01T21:00:49.929-07:00pacific coast - Monday<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mlsXJKlECB0/TW28hsHMgwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/5PafKsMoR7c/s1600/DSCF1077.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mlsXJKlECB0/TW28hsHMgwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/5PafKsMoR7c/s320/DSCF1077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579322800344957698" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm on a boat!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mlsXJKlECB0/TW28hsHMgwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/5PafKsMoR7c/s1600/DSCF1077.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2i4cdBNI-BU/TW297xWuBYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GjC3SNRM7oE/s320/DSCF1088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579324347940472194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; ">Hey look, it's some kinda bridge.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mlsXJKlECB0/TW28hsHMgwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/5PafKsMoR7c/s1600/DSCF1077.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DZPxtOf4Y90/TW298K2-wlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/gZcElkv1c1w/s320/DSCF1091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579324354786673234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 86px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">A panorama. I swear there are no glitches in the matrix this time.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mlsXJKlECB0/TW28hsHMgwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/5PafKsMoR7c/s1600/DSCF1077.JPG"></a></span></span><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wlR9QSO6uT8/TW298c19khI/AAAAAAAAAII/4zOO9obJeok/s320/DSCF1096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579324359614239250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's a beach. I saw a whole lotta these. In the background you can see construction from a tunnel they're building which should bypass part of the uber-scary no-shoulder steep road just south of Pacifica. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mlsXJKlECB0/TW28hsHMgwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/5PafKsMoR7c/s1600/DSCF1077.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mlsXJKlECB0/TW28hsHMgwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/5PafKsMoR7c/s1600/DSCF1077.JPG"></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mlsXJKlECB0/TW28hsHMgwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/5PafKsMoR7c/s1600/DSCF1077.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mlsXJKlECB0/TW28hsHMgwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/5PafKsMoR7c/s1600/DSCF1077.JPG"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VEvhhliCHRI/TW298jMmvII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/s2FHoxGwu3Y/s320/DSCF1101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579324361319824514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is where I camped at Half Moon bay. I was so tired, I went to sleep at 4:30 and didn't leave my tent until the next morning.<br /><br /></div></div></div>Scott Barneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303338124468288352noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075157049410538595.post-87541634979250567052011-02-28T01:33:00.002-07:002011-02-28T01:49:58.700-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-diQgbULBnOY/TWtfLA43vlI/AAAAAAAAAHY/mtqmWRHOQtA/s1600/DSCF1054.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-diQgbULBnOY/TWtfLA43vlI/AAAAAAAAAHY/mtqmWRHOQtA/s320/DSCF1054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578657206250225234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I made it to Santa Barbara!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I woke up at 4:30 a.m. and managed to get to Santa Barbara with around 3 hours to spare, so I took a walk, bought some supplies and managed to get a bite to eat before boarding the train.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QbYqDOMdijE/TWtfL4kpnDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/J9rxIc2Olss/s1600/DSCF1063.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0aEpehfMdZU/TWtfLfpoa0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/NjFARK4K_QM/s1600/DSCF1058.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 86px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0aEpehfMdZU/TWtfLfpoa0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/NjFARK4K_QM/s320/DSCF1058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578657214507805506" /></a><div><div><div style="text-align: center;">I also managed to spot a glitch in the matrix. Can you see it too?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Amtrak:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">My first Amtrak experience gets three gold stars. They have electric hookups, a meal car, you can walk around, recline your chair (they even have footrests), and they only charge $20 to ship a bike. $20!!! Can you believe it!? Stupid airlines.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Downside: it was an 8 hour trip from SB to SF.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Upside: it was really scenic.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Downside: Most of the trip was after sunset.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Upside: I got to sleep.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Downside: I can't sleep because my sleep schedule has been thoroughly messed up by a week of solid finals combined with excessive caffeine and anxiety.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QbYqDOMdijE/TWtfL4kpnDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/J9rxIc2Olss/s320/DSCF1063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578657221197798450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">This is me at the Jack London Inn. I'm pretty sure this place is a crackhouse. I will be using my sleeping bag tonight.</span></div>Scott Barneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303338124468288352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075157049410538595.post-30479181837106805992011-02-18T15:41:00.002-07:002011-02-18T15:44:58.258-07:00Flying with Dad<div>This was taken over Thanksgiving weekend. Dad is flying us over Logan, I think. I'm in the back with Charles. Greg is up front with Dad.</div><div><br /></div><a href="#" onclick="return(false);" rel="videoGUID=4cff42c2-3baf-11e0-a51b-123139009cf3&" style="display:block;width:640px;height:360px" id="4cff42c2-3baf-11e0-a51b-123139009cf3" width="640" height="360">GOPR0034.MP4</a> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://360.sorensonmedia.com/4cff42c2-3baf-11e0-a51b-123139009cf3/embedv2.js"></script> <div><br /></div>Scott Barneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303338124468288352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075157049410538595.post-13668789699493917002010-12-08T11:34:00.004-07:002010-12-08T11:53:48.895-07:00Who has two thumbs, a mustache last quarter, and is skipping physiology lecture?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NneegJwdop8/TP_P7z62LSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8hPwTC7sXwk/s1600/DSCF0507.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NneegJwdop8/TP_P7z62LSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8hPwTC7sXwk/s320/DSCF0507.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548381892400000290" /></a>Ok, so the thumbs are missing from the picture, but you can guess I still have them. Otherwiseallmywordswouldruntogether.<div><br /></div><div>So I'm using the time I saved by skipping physiology lecture and studying on my own (approximately 45 minutes) to update my blog with some random bits from the last little while.</div><div><br /></div><div>Medical school</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>It is still good. Difficult. Exciting. Cadavers smell bad. I drink too much coffee. Stay up too late. blab lba blab bla bla. </div><div><br />Skydiving:</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>There has been very little of it going on recently. Last quarter I went once at the beginning, waited two months, then went again during the quarter break. Waiting two months between jumps on an A-license is no bueno. I showed up at Skydive AZ only to discover that I had to do a recurrency jump with an instructor before they would rent gear to me. After several hours of waiting for a free instructor and $200, I finally jumped once and then had to head home. It was fun, but way too costly in time and money - kind of frustrating. I honestly don't know when I'm going to be able to do more skydiving (aside from Christmas break), so I may end up doing more recurrency jumps....</div><div><br /></div><div>Ultimate Frisbee Tournament</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I went to Tucson for Hoasis last weekend! I've never had so much fun playing ultimate frisbee. We played 7 games and only won once. Doesn't sound good, but considering this was the first time many of us had competed, and the first time we had played together as a team, I thought we did pretty well. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now that I try writing it out, my life sounds pretty boring. I'm really enjoying things, strangely enough. I'll be heading back to Utah for Christmas and a few days, then it's back to AZ for the remainder of this crazy quarter.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Scott Barneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303338124468288352noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075157049410538595.post-34974546472404262482010-10-05T18:57:00.002-06:002010-10-05T19:00:42.254-06:00A long overdue video.Pat wanted to know why I haven't posted any videos lately. Well, the answer is simple. I haven't done anything off of campus in ages. So here's a video I took back in June. 'Twas a simpler time. A time when I had time to spend time doing the things that took a lot of time that weren't related to study or work-time. Oh those bygone days of last June.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=4075157049410538595#" onclick="return(false);" rel="videoGUID=5f486460qd291b410dW86f8D8955487ccef4&" style="display:block;width:512px;height:288px" id="5f486460qd291b410dW86f8D8955487ccef4" width="512" height="288">first pack</a> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://360.sorensonmedia.com/5f486460qd291b410dW86f8D8955487ccef4/embedv2.js"></script>Scott Barneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303338124468288352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075157049410538595.post-35362913457847213692010-09-28T12:45:00.002-06:002010-09-28T12:56:31.025-06:00Ethical dilemma of the century!Pat alerted me to the presence of a Regina Spektor cover of Radiohead's No Surprises this morning, which quickly lead me, giddy with excitement, to search for the album online.<div><br /></div><div>It turns out, to my horror, that this track is only available on iTunes. Oh the humanity! </div><div><br /></div><div>It also turns out that all of the proceeds from purchasing said track will go to Doctors Without Borders. *gasp!* </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://scott.head.asplode.net/">Ethical dilemma!!!!!</a></div><div>(also thanks to Pat for providing above link)</div><div><br /></div><div>Do I:</div><div><br /></div><div>1. Support Doctors Without Borders and download this cool track whilst simultaneously providing some credit (not monetary, but surely they're tracking downloads) to the whore of all the media world, iTunes?</div><div><br /></div><div>2. Let my distaste for iTunes avert me from supporting Doctors Without Borders and enjoying this fine track?</div><div><br /></div><div>Answer:</div><div><br /></div><div>Neither!</div><div><br /></div><div>I stole the track on the interwebs, then donated $5 directly to Doctors Without Borders. </div><div><br /></div><div>Doctors Without Borders..... +$5 = <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">win!</span></div><div>Regina Spektor track.... I have it now = <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">win!</span></div><div>giving the proverbial finger to iTunes... = <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">megawin!</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Writing this blog instead of studying biochem.... uh... = <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">lose.</span></div>Scott Barneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303338124468288352noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075157049410538595.post-78508048700172946262010-09-10T22:23:00.002-06:002010-09-10T22:27:32.561-06:00Here is what I have been studying today:DNA replication, transcription, repair, RNA translation, modification. Protein folding, transport.<div><br /></div><div>Here is how it makes me <a href="http://www.nooooooooooooooo.com/">feel.</a></div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you BoingBoing.</div>Scott Barneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303338124468288352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075157049410538595.post-77785830963091684532010-09-08T22:50:00.003-06:002010-09-08T23:16:26.609-06:00Medical School: Month 1I should be studying right now. At any given time during the day, that's probably a true statement.<div><br /></div><div>I've been in Arizona at Midwestern University for about a month so far and I haven't written about the experience at all yet. So here goes. My first month:</div><div><br /></div><div>It's been good. It's been really good. In fact, I didn't think I would enjoy school as much as I do. I don't think I've ever enjoyed school this much. Elementary school is a close second.</div><div><br /></div><div>Elementary school positives:</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>1. Frequent exercise - recess</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>2. Fun hands-on activities - arts and crafts</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>3. Everything is new - you learn it for the first time</div><div><br /></div><div>Unfortunately, elementary school also involves some really awkward social moments; you have scary teachers, scary sixth graders, and scary bus drivers.</div><div><br /></div><div>Medical school wins because it has all the positives of elementary school:</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>1. Gym on campus</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>2. Fun hands on activities - anatomy dissections and OMM</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>3. everything is new. (ok maybe not everything - i've taken some of these classes before, but at least it's more in-depth)</div><div><br /></div><div>But medical school doesn't have any of the awkward social weirdness of elementary school. Everyone here - Midwestern University - are really nice. I've been very impressed with the attitudes of the faculty, staff and students. Faculty are always willing to talk to you outside class, they coordinate their lectures well, and write very straightforward tests.</div><div><br /></div><div>The only downside is the cost. I'm paying about 50k per year to go to school here. I have no idea how those loans are going to be repaid. The positive of this is that I now have an extremely strong incentive to become a success.</div><div><br /></div><div>Arizona is nice, I guess. I really haven't had much of a chance to explore. I spend most of my time on campus. I have made a few trips out to Skydive Arizona, and that has been verrry nice. I also went camping with Sarah S. and some new friends. We went hiking in a slot canyon near Page and swam at Lake Powell. Good times.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is club week on campus. So far I've joined these clubs/organizations:</div><div><br /></div><div>American Medical Association (turns out the AMA welcomes DOs as well as MDs)</div><div>American Osteopathic Association</div><div>Emergency Medicine Club</div><div>Wilderness Medicine Club</div><div>Cycling Club</div><div>Triathlon Club</div><div>Pediatrics Club</div><div><br /></div><div>Well that's about it so far. I think I'm doing well. We've only had 3 tests so far and I haven't failed any yet, so I'm on track.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Scott Barneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303338124468288352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075157049410538595.post-74945397569121090722010-08-11T17:44:00.003-06:002010-08-11T17:57:29.829-06:00A few random photos from a cycling trip<div style="text-align: center;">Hiking at Glacier NP</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NneegJwdop8/TGM4Z2rwNRI/AAAAAAAAAGs/tvwOjG8_eCY/s1600/GlacierTour+012.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NneegJwdop8/TGM4Z2rwNRI/AAAAAAAAAGs/tvwOjG8_eCY/s320/GlacierTour+012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504305186403792146" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;">A View from Going-To-The-Sun Road</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NneegJwdop8/TGM4ZYc5B0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/FGnkPx8aqjk/s1600/GlacierTour+029.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NneegJwdop8/TGM4ZYc5B0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/FGnkPx8aqjk/s320/GlacierTour+029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504305178288392002" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Lake Yellowstone</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NneegJwdop8/TGM4Y4fSwPI/AAAAAAAAAGc/9PMASVs5Qjs/s1600/GlacierTour+011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 83px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NneegJwdop8/TGM4Y4fSwPI/AAAAAAAAAGc/9PMASVs5Qjs/s320/GlacierTour+011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504305169708531954" /></a><br /></div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">River Rafting on the Snake</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NneegJwdop8/TGM3BG__UAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/11YXcQQ4vFY/s1600/GOPR1756.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NneegJwdop8/TGM3BG__UAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/11YXcQQ4vFY/s320/GOPR1756.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504303661775278082" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Leaving Grant Teton</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NneegJwdop8/TGM3AsfuOtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QfbdIW_Oi00/s1600/GlacierTour+007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NneegJwdop8/TGM3AsfuOtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QfbdIW_Oi00/s320/GlacierTour+007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504303654660618962" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Riding Through Grand Teton</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NneegJwdop8/TGM2_9qhVOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2aFgWbiDEd8/s1600/GlacierTour+008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 82px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NneegJwdop8/TGM2_9qhVOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2aFgWbiDEd8/s320/GlacierTour+008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504303642089444578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Riding Along the Snake</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NneegJwdop8/TGM2_q-tFcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vhLFW3i8_hw/s1600/GlacierTour+007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NneegJwdop8/TGM2_q-tFcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vhLFW3i8_hw/s320/GlacierTour+007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504303637073827266" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Palisades Reservoir</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NneegJwdop8/TGM2_FsWFJI/AAAAAAAAAF0/IKJFPEnGWvg/s1600/GlacierTour+026.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NneegJwdop8/TGM2_FsWFJI/AAAAAAAAAF0/IKJFPEnGWvg/s320/GlacierTour+026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504303627064710290" /></a><br /></div></div>Scott Barneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303338124468288352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075157049410538595.post-54851194294659956452010-08-08T18:16:00.002-06:002010-08-11T17:36:30.972-06:00<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=4075157049410538595&postID=5485119429465995645#" onclick="return(false);" rel="videoGUID=21743a28666e2k4ef04a6beZ1b68cf507887&" style="display:block;width:512px;height:288px" id="21743a28666e2k4ef04a6beZ1b68cf507887" width="512" height="288">GOPR1790</a>Highway 2, descending into Butte. <script type="text/javascript" src="http://360.sorensonmedia.com/21743a28666e2k4ef04a6beZ1b68cf507887/embedv2.js"></script>Scott Barneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303338124468288352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075157049410538595.post-71530709660400966902010-08-08T16:45:00.003-06:002010-08-08T17:20:16.739-06:00Recently, in the life of ScottAside from posting videos of me doing really weird things, I haven't written much on the blog about life, and the things going on inside the strange mind of Scott.<div><br /></div><div><u>Superfun Adventure Cyclorama</u></div><div><br /></div><div>I can't do this trip justice in a few paragraphs, but I'll try to summarize as best I can. Van, Valerie and I rode our bicycles from Bear Lake, UT to Glacier National Park over the course of two weeks. We averaged 50 miles per day and slept at various campgrounds along the way. We passed through Grant Teton, Yellowstone, and many national forests on our journey.</div><div><br /></div><div>A few random observations:</div><div><ul><li>If you're going to experience a place, get out of your car. Hike, ride a bicycle, or ride a motorcycle. Get off of the freeway. You will notice and appreciate so much more - even in strange, out of the way places you never thought would have anything worth experiencing.</li><li>Montana does not cover its shoulders. I'm speaking of the men, who seldom wear sleeves with their shirts, as well as the highways, which never seem to have paved shoulders.</li><li>I like riding my bicycle.</li><li>Mosquitoes are evil and serve no discernible purpose.</li></ul>Special thanks to:</div><div><ul><li>Van, for coming up with this crazy idea.</li><li>Katie and Amanda, for driving all the way up to Glacier and taking care of us.</li><li>Pat and Anna, for the awesome meals and ride home.</li><li>Jim, for driving my car home on such short notice.</li><li>Valerie, for reminding Van and I to eat healthily.</li></ul><div><u>Sister's Wedding</u></div></div><div><br /></div><div>My sister, Christie, just got married to Charles!</div><div>I love them both. I loved the simplicity of their wedding and I think it represents how uncomplicated and low-maintenance they both are. I wish I could spend more time with them, but they'll be in southern Utah, and I'll be in Arizona.</div><div>Also, wedding pictures are not my thing, but you need to see the bridal photos that her friend Val took. They have amazing style to them. If you're friends with Christie, you should be able to find some on Facebook.</div><div><br /></div><div><u>Back to School</u></div><div><br /></div><div>As I'm writing this, I have just under 24 hours before my first class in medical school starts. I'm excited and nervous. A typical week of school is about 8 hours per day, 5 days per week. That doesn't include study time. So I'll be busier than I've been in a long time. </div><div><br /></div><div>On the plus side, I really like the school, my student apartment, and everyone I've met so far. Arizona's current political climate may not sit well with me, but I think it's going to be a good place to live. I enjoy the desert, the opportunities for recreation (when I'm not busy studying), and I may even hop over to Skydive Arizona now and again... he he.</div>Scott Barneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303338124468288352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075157049410538595.post-43165583913105024012010-08-08T16:27:00.003-06:002010-08-08T16:40:16.469-06:00Entering Jackson, WY<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=4075157049410538595&postID=4316558391310502401#" onclick="return(false);" rel="videoGUID=0fce0977oba32I4baatb8d5293fdcfbe88b2&" style="display:block;width:640px;height:480px" id="0fce0977oba32I4baatb8d5293fdcfbe88b2" width="640" height="480">Entering Jackson</a>Photos taken using my Hero HD camera attached to my helmet. Riding with me are Van and Valerie. We're a few miles outside Jackson, WY, on our way to Glacier National Park. <script type="text/javascript" src="http://360.sorensonmedia.com/0fce0977oba32I4baatb8d5293fdcfbe88b2/embedv2.js"></script>Scott Barneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303338124468288352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075157049410538595.post-7307044897169446182010-06-30T21:59:00.001-06:002010-06-30T22:00:12.481-06:00Wreckin' it.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=4075157049410538595#" onclick="return(false);" rel="videoGUID=2b6d0166yc71dy4246y9280y2a723b11bedf&" style="display: block; width: 640px; height: 360px;" id="2b6d0166yc71dy4246y9280y2a723b11bedf" width="640" height="360">wreckin it</a><br />This is me, wreckin' it on the bobsled trail. I'm on a video-posting rampage! <script type="text/javascript" src="http://360.sorensonmedia.com/2b6d0166yc71dy4246y9280y2a723b11bedf/embedv2.js"></script>Scott Barneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303338124468288352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075157049410538595.post-54654577637958576192010-06-29T23:44:00.002-06:002010-06-30T22:01:39.835-06:00My first skydiving video<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=4075157049410538595#" onclick="return(false);" rel="videoGUID=f40c84aeyb188y41d3ybb23yeacfcd5dbaf5&" style="display: block; width: 512px; height: 288px;" id="f40c84aeyb188y41d3ybb23yeacfcd5dbaf5" width="512" height="288">1stvideo</a>Here's my first skydiving video with the GoPro HD<br /><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://360.sorensonmedia.com/f40c84aeyb188y41d3ybb23yeacfcd5dbaf5/embedv2.js"></script>Scott Barneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303338124468288352noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075157049410538595.post-1834537173195878212010-04-20T13:43:00.002-06:002010-04-20T13:51:48.179-06:00Manly Bike<div>Johnny sent me this copy of an ad that was posted on KSL for a Manly Bike. I hope you can read it. It's hilarious.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NneegJwdop8/S84FkZE4T0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/eOTZDr8SX5U/s1600/Untitled.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NneegJwdop8/S84FkZE4T0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/eOTZDr8SX5U/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462309520811773762" /></a>Scott Barneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303338124468288352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075157049410538595.post-54360944388831618512009-12-23T18:05:00.020-07:002010-01-19T10:22:31.177-07:00Van and Scott's Excellent Cycling Adventure<div style="text-align: left;">Remember when I said I'd fill in the details of this trip? Back in October? Yeah, the post with all the maps. Well here it is, a few months late, but still pretty fresh in my mind.</div><div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div>Day 1</div><br />Van and I agreed to meet at his place in Midvale. I packed my stuff and rode the bike down to Trax. My fully loaded bike and the ensuing struggle to lift and push it into the train earned me the title "most stared at person in the car." I was honored to wrest this title from the man who thought he would converse with everyone and nobody in the car simultaneously, even for just a few minutes. He does good work, that man.<br /><div><br /></div><div>Van and I met up and headed over to Sportsman's Warehouse for some last minute shopping. That place is odd. It feels like REI or Kirkham's, but with a higher BMI and everything is either orange or camo colored. They did have some good peach rings though, which I purchased, and which lasted a few days. After the supply stop, we were off towards big cottonwood canyon.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've ridden up this canyon several times on a road bike. It is completely different when you have a heavy bike, and heavy gear. Slower and harder, obviously, but also more interesting. The slower you go, the more you tend to notice. That canyon is beautiful!</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418612941838705074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NneegJwdop8/SzLHwvWhYbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jNc2XnhdrKU/s400/IMG_0315.JPG" />Probably around 3 o'clock, we arrived at the Silver Fork Lodge and had lunch. This turned out to be good timing, because it began to rain shortly after we arrived. </div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div>The food was good, and we got to sit next to the fireplace and warm up a bit. </div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418614014162475650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NneegJwdop8/SzLIvKEbmoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/GkJNEYRh3aw/s400/IMG_0318.JPG" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NneegJwdop8/SzLIurvLv6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/kvcBUP4U6kY/s1600-h/IMG_0317.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418614006020292514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NneegJwdop8/SzLIurvLv6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/kvcBUP4U6kY/s400/IMG_0317.JPG" /></a></div><br /><br /><div>Guardsman's Pass is really steep. I was standing up in my easiest gear and eventually caved in and walked my bike. When we reached the top, the sun was just setting and a cloud was coming into the valley on the eastern side. We rode down through it. It was thick and we could only see 20 yards ahead until we came up out of the small valley at the top and started heading down towards Park City. This road was fun. By this time it was dark and I was using my headlamp to light the way. About halfway down, we came upon a humongous construction site. It was completely lit, you could probably see this thing from space. It was a gigantic resort complex built into the side of the mountain.</div><br /><div>We stopped at the Albertson's in PC for some food and then found a flat "campground" just outside the city next to the rail trail and a swamp.</div><br /><div>Day 1 was a total victory. I was a bit worried about the pass - I thought we might not have made it. I was worried about my bike, and our fading daylight. Both turned out to be non-issues. After doing that, I think we could get over anything.</div><br /><div>Day 2</div><br /><br /><div>On day 1 we covered very little ground, but climbed a huge mountain. Day 2 was very flat, which was a welcome relief. We rode from PC to Morgan on the rail trail, stopping at the Spring Chicken Inn for lunch. We stopped for some fishing on the Weber river and at Echo lake. Van had some luck on the Weber, Echo lake pretty much sucked.</div><br /><div>Close to evening, we stopped in Henefer at a gas station to fuel up. This meant Pepsi for me, and Mountain Dew for Van. The clerk at the gas station started talking to us about our trip and said that he was interested in bike touring as well. He came out to look at our bikes and we chatted for a bit. He invited us to sleep in his living room, and we accepted. The invite came out of the blue, but his house was only a bit farther than East Canyon, or original destination, and he seemed like a really genuine person. Willard White is his name, and we were correct about him. </div><br /><div>We then rode from Henefer to East Canyon and then past the dam into the morgan valley. The road from Henefer to East Canyon was the most desolate road we'd been on. Not a single car in either direction - all we heard were cows. Awesome. </div><br /><div>We found Willard's home and were treated to a great dinner by his wife, Laura. They let us shower and set up an air mattress in the living room. We stayed up and talked for a long time about bikes, bike touring and Willard's aspiration to ride cross-country. <a href="http://inspirationroad.blogspot.com/">Inspirationroad.blogspot.com</a> is the address for his blog about his planned adventure to raise money for the Shriner's Hospital.</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>Day 3</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>Laura cooked another wonderful meal for us and we took off. I spent about an hour fixing my front brake, which fell apart first thing in the morning. Eventually, I gave up and we headed into town. Fortunately, there was an Ace Hardware just before we left town. I felt like it was a longshot for them to have bike parts, but we went in anyways. There it was, an entire isle of Bell bike accessories, including new brake pads and cables! As much as I poke fun at Bell and their lower quality stuff which is usually sold at supermarkets and Wal Mart, I am forever in their debt because that brake cable I bought probably saved my life sometime in the next two days.</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>From Morgan to the bottom of Trapper's loop looks pretty flat, but it's kind of rolly. Up and down, up and down we rode, past group after group of newly developed homes with silly names like "Evergreen Meadows" or "Tuscan Estates" or some other such crap. They're cookie cutter homes. Might as well call them Ivory Homes development # 378 or Rainey Homes Morgan Valley Project. Anyways, they did provide a mild amount of amusement as we rode.</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>We stopped at the gas station at the bottom of the hill to refuel. Van bought his customary Mountain Dew. I bought my customary Pepsi. It was during the next 45 minutes or so that I discovered something incredible - 20 oz of Pepsi followed by Muse's Hullabaloo Disc 2 is extremely energizing. Despite carrying 50lbs of bike and gear over Trapper's loop, that was one of the most envigorating rides I've been on. The reward for the climb was amazing as well. Ogden valley looks like heaven on earth sometimes. I say sometimes, because sometimes Pine View reservoir is filled to the brim with speedboats and personal watercraft, which are loud and just ruin the picturesque scenery. Sometimes I am among them. I admit it. This day it was nearly empty, however. It was a bit on the cold side and a weekday.</div><div><br /></div><div>We fished awhile at Pine View. I didn't catch anything. Van had a few bites. It was still fun and relaxing. </div><div><br /></div><div>We left Pine View late and it was getting cold. We weren't really sure where to camp for the night. We stopped at a pizza restaurant and asked our waitress where the good camping places in Eden are. Some people at the next table overheard us and suggested we just camp out at the middle school or a business park across the street since we were several miles and downhill from any good camping.</div><div><br /></div><div>So after finishing our pizza, we set up camp at "Elk Run," a vacant group of newly-built shops just off the main road.</div><div><br /></div><div>Day 4</div><div><br /></div><div>Another awesome day.</div><div><br /></div><div>We started out for the road to Avon. It's a dirt road that hunters use to get up into the hills. This was hunting season, so there were a fair amount of trucks and four-wheelers traveling up and down. This was some tough climbing. Every pedal stroke I was fighting to keep my extremely heavy bike balanced and moving forward. I stood on the pedals and focused a few feet ahead. We stopped for rest every hundred yards or so, but were making solid progress.<img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NneegJwdop8/S1Pvo9J7ONI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3HvD2Wz34Qo/s400/IMG_0381.JPG" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe just past the halfway point, I experienced my mechanical failure of the day. My bike was saving the best for last day as it turned out.</div><div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NneegJwdop8/S1Pt7wwjo8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/cD-FruWpFfs/s400/IMG_0380.JPG" /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NneegJwdop8/S1Pt8eM-KRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/F1cvVHvW10I/s400/IMG_0383.JPG" /></div><br /><div> </div>So it turns out that it's really important to have all five of those holes on your gears filled with screws. Mine only had 2. Whoops.<div> </div></div><div><br /></div><div>This left me with a big chain ring in the front. Could I make it the rest of the way? YES! It was really hard. It was really hard earlier. This was really harder.</div><div><br /></div><div>The climb was worth the extra effort. We arrived at the top to find some campers, some guys shooting at targets with their super loud rifles and some kids who were stalking us like lions.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NneegJwdop8/S1Pvpla2lTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/t1wC2JXx_aA/s400/IMG_0386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427945473609995570" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div>If you look closely at the picture in the right, you can see them. They are naturally camouflaged to avoid notice by their prey.</div><div><br /></div><div>We decided it was best to leave the area before they attacked and so we headed down the dirt road to Avon.</div><div><br /></div><div>'Twas a fun descent. A bit rough without suspension, our hands started to ache a bit. </div><div><br /></div><div>We came to a small bridge over a stream and met some folks who had driven up to take in the scenery. We took a picture for them, and they took a picture for us. Here is that picture.</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NneegJwdop8/S1PvqHjf4cI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zXrOyC_gv3M/s400/IMG_0392.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427945482773062082" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Well, then we kept heading down, eventually found pavement and more and more homes and farms and eventually saw some shops and here's one of the signs from one of the shops that we passed.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NneegJwdop8/S1PvqQou72I/AAAAAAAAAFc/7rGEtx2RjDI/s400/IMG_0396.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427945485210939234" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">That's probably an old slogan for Mountain Dew. Neat eh?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">(Note: I'm not really sure why the text is blue now. I'm tired of fiddling with the formatting options in blogger, so it is blue text from here on out. Enjoy.)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">(Second note (1/19/10): the text is no longer blue. people complained. apparently it was burning retinas.)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Well, Cache valley is really pretty in the fall. Rolling hills and farms and green and yellow and picturesque little homes and barns and such dot the landscape. And we didn't even have to go into Logan. We rode to Hyrum and then headed west toward Sardine Canyon.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Our plan was to go over the canyon, ride south to Ogden, and catch a train home. Sardine canyon seemed like a pleasant canyon. I had driven through it a few times in the past and didn't really pay much attention to it. Turns out it is the canyon of deception.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We thought we hit the summit at least three times. We were sorely disappointed when we just saw another small valley followed by another climb. But we survived. We were hot and tired and my bike was not being friendly with its lack of small chain ring, but we survived.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The rest of the story is as follows: </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We at lunch at Maddox in Brigham City</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We made it to Ogden.</span></span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ogden isn't very scenic.</span></span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Downtown ogden needs more street lights.</span></span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Frontrunner is great for carrying bicycles.</span></span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Our last day was the longest of all (70 ish miles!)</span></span></span></li></ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And now I have a new bike.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NneegJwdop8/S1UQ5j4CQSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ioRiYs8iBiM/s400/IMG_5449.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428263506933858594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></span></div></div>Scott Barneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303338124468288352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075157049410538595.post-20208193202186003722009-11-26T11:58:00.002-07:002009-11-26T13:09:52.385-07:00ThanksgivingIt has been too long. Blogging is harder than I thought it would be. How do you guys make this look so easy!? I spend 10 minutes fiddling with format stuff for every one minute I write. And I'm a slow writer. That's a lot of minutes working on something which, due to the fairly routine nature of my life, tends to lack a whole lot of subject matter about which to write.<br /><br />I promise, someday I am going to do justice to Van and Scott's Excellent Cycling Adventure. Just not this very second.<br /><br />I think a Thanksgiving list is appropriate.<br /><br />I am thankful for:<br /><br /><ul><li>I am working today, and it's been a fairly good day thus far. Not too busy, not too slow.</li><li>Egg Nog in general and Egg Nog frozen lattes at the hospital cafeteria. This blog is currently being fueled by said frozen beverage.</li><li>My friends. My friends rock. I mean really, really rock. We do some pretty awesome things together. Mountain biking, road bike touring, making dinner and stuff, pretending we're T-Pain, dancing in the Swiss Alps to Radiohead, shaving cool biker mustaches and beards, playing Risk, having warehouse jam sessions, starting and continuing a book club for over a year, and just sitting around laughing at nothing at all. I have awesome friends.</li><li>My family.</li><li>My good health</li><li>An electric blanket that keeps me warm at night.</li></ul><p>None of the above items are weighted equally. Some I just feel I can write more about than others. </p><p> </p>Scott Barneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303338124468288352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075157049410538595.post-88644726278890651042009-10-18T11:36:00.008-06:002009-10-19T20:17:57.211-06:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Here are the routes that Van and I followed on our amazing 4 day cycling adventure.<br />More to come later, I'm too tired to blog at the moment.</span><br /><br />Some stats:<br /><br />Total distance: around 200 miles<br />Bike weight: 30.5 lbs<br />Gear weight: 53.5 lbs<br />My weight: 163 lbs<br />Patches applied: 3<br />Tubes changed: 2<br />Mechanical failures: front brake cable broken, small front chainring broken<br />Fish caught by Scott: 0<br />Fish caught by Van: <strike>2</strike> Oops, 3<br />Most beautiful vista: Ogden Valley (Huntsville and surrounding area)<br />Least beautiful vista: Ogden<br /><br />A few observations:<br /><br />Bell products, though technically inferior to most other brands, saved my life.<br /><br />Elk Run is a stupid name for commercial/retail space in Eden, but I'm glad we were able to camp out behind it without incident.<br /><br />People in Park City are generally not friendly.<br /><br />People in Morgan and Huntsville are very friendly.<br /><br />Ace Hardware rocks.<br /><br />Box Elder bugs are everywhere and I hate them.<br /><br />Listening to Muse's Hullabaloo disc 2 and downing 20 oz of Pepsi creates some kind of magical cycling rocket fuel.<br /><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Day 1</span></div><div><iframe marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=http:%2F%2Fveloroutes.org%2Fk%2F%3Fr%3D42601&ie=UTF8&ll=40.638967,-111.681519&spn=0.250102,0.439453&t=p&z=11&output=embed" width="640" frameborder="0" height="480" scrolling="no"></iframe><br /><small><a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=embed&hl=en&geocode=&q=http:%2F%2Fveloroutes.org%2Fk%2F%3Fr%3D42601&ie=UTF8&ll=40.638967,-111.681519&spn=0.250102,0.439453&t=p&z=11" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); text-align: left;">View Larger Map</a></small><br /><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Day 2</span></div><iframe marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=http:%2F%2Fveloroutes.org%2Fk%2F%3Fr%3D42602&ie=UTF8&ll=40.848099,-111.52771&spn=0.498634,0.878906&t=p&z=10&output=embed" width="640" frameborder="0" height="480" scrolling="no"></iframe><br /><small><a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=embed&hl=en&geocode=&q=http:%2F%2Fveloroutes.org%2Fk%2F%3Fr%3D42602&ie=UTF8&ll=40.848099,-111.52771&spn=0.498634,0.878906&t=p&z=10" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); text-align: left;">View Larger Map</a></small><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Day 3</span></div><iframe marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=http:%2F%2Fveloroutes.org%2Fk%2F%3Fr%3D42603&ie=UTF8&ll=41.133159,-111.74881&spn=0.496482,0.878906&t=p&z=10&output=embed" width="640" frameborder="0" height="480" scrolling="no"></iframe><br /><small><a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=embed&hl=en&geocode=&q=http:%2F%2Fveloroutes.org%2Fk%2F%3Fr%3D42603&ie=UTF8&ll=41.133159,-111.74881&spn=0.496482,0.878906&t=p&z=10" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); text-align: left;">View Larger Map</a></small><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">Day 4</span></div><iframe marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=http:%2F%2Fveloroutes.org%2Fk%2F%3Fr%3D42604&ie=UTF8&ll=41.430372,-111.924591&spn=0.494226,0.878906&t=p&z=10&output=embed" width="640" frameborder="0" height="480" scrolling="no"></iframe><br /><small><a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=embed&hl=en&geocode=&q=http:%2F%2Fveloroutes.org%2Fk%2F%3Fr%3D42604&ie=UTF8&ll=41.430372,-111.924591&spn=0.494226,0.878906&t=p&z=10" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); text-align: left;">View Larger Map</a></small><br /></div>Scott Barneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303338124468288352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075157049410538595.post-17161282847477083562009-10-10T15:20:00.005-06:002009-10-11T23:21:47.258-06:00Barack Obama Wins First Ever Nobel Prize for Not Being George W Bush<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">In a surprise move this week, the Nobel Foundation announced addition to its usual lineup of Nobel prizes, the Nobel Prize for Not Being George W Bush to United States President Barack Obama.<br /><br />"For his extrordinary efforts at being Not George W Bush, the Nobel Committee awards President Barack Obama this prestigious award. Though he has not been in office a year, President Obama has proven without a doubt that he is most definitely Not George W Bush and has every intention of continuing on his present course," said Nobel Committee Chairman Jorg Blanlund on Friday.<br /><br />The Nobel Commission elaborated on their purpose in creating such an award. "We feel it important to recognize world leaders who live up to the ideals of being Not George W Bush. We felt that, as good as the Nobel Peace Prize is, it still fails to recognize essential attributes and contributions to human society and associated with being Not George W Bush such as multilateralism, diplomacy, being able to properly pronounce the word "nuclear" when discussing disarmament, not becoming creepily informal and touchy with foreign heads of state, and not making his or her citizens embarassed to claim him or her. Basically, it goes to a world leader who doesn't make him or herself look like an ass every five minutes whilst simultaneously restoring dignity to world politics."<br /><br />Many critics have pointed out the fact that the name of the prize contains that of a US President, and that the Nobel Prizes are supposed to be international. "Of course we expected this criticism," said Jorg Blanlund, "This prize is eligible to men and women of all nations, and we feel the prize's name is actually quite appropriate because George W Bush was not only embarassing to the United States, but to humanity in general. We're already actively looking at candidates for next year's prize in such countries as Iran, North Korea, and of course, France. These are all countries who are in dire need of non-embarassing leadership and we fully expect someone less embarassing to spring forth any year now."<br /><br />The creation of the Nobel Prize for Not Being George W Bush marks the first new Nobel Prize category since the short-lived and controversial Nobel Prize for being Unlike Richard M Nixon awarded to Jimmy Carter.</span>Scott Barneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303338124468288352noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075157049410538595.post-21001313453450669332009-10-04T23:33:00.004-06:002009-10-11T23:21:16.978-06:00Super Addicting Music Fun<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My friend Nik linked </span><a href="http://lab.andre-michelle.com/tonematrix" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">this</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> on facebook. After discovering it I proceeded to spend the next hour and a half playing around with it. That guy's got a load of cool audio-related flash gizmos.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />If you love that and want something more challenging/versatile, try out </span><a href="http://www.hobnox.com/audiotool.1046.de.html" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Audiotool</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> by Hobnox. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I really have no idea how to make proper music and I love the idea that these tools let ordinary folks like myself jump in and do something creative without having to invest money in mixing boards, pedals, instruments, and all sorts of other flashy light thingies that make noise. Brilliant.</span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Scott Barneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07303338124468288352noreply@blogger.com0