Gettin' High in Idaho

The north face route of Mt. Borah.

Jerry gettin' after it.

Rewi enjoying the firm neve snow and ice.

Havin' fun at altitude.

2 tired, yet, elated climbers on the roof of Idaho.

I don't normally post my climbing antics on our family site but this last trip I did is worthy of the 'ol blog.

My friend Jerry and I climbed the north face of Mt. Borah this past Saturday. It's a route we've been wanting to do for years, but every year it seems that something always comes up. So it was with great excitement that we headed out and tackled this classic alpine route on the seldom visited side of Idaho's highest peak, (12,664'), this past weekend.

To get to the start of the route required a 4 a.m. start from the trailhead, then 5 hours of slogging uphill guided by headlights. 8 a.m. found us at the base of the massive north face where we donned crampons and ice axes and got after it – this is what we came for. Overall the ice was comfortable enough for both us to solo (no ropes) but the higher we got the harder the ice grew and there was a moment that made us both think about if our life insurance policies were up to date. After that we geared up – rope and all.

At 2:30 p.m. we reached the top of the west ridge and welcomed the sunshine, (we were in the shadow of the north face all day). We basked in the sun for a while seeing how we were making such good time. We've been told that this route could take us anywhere from 12 hours to 24 hours car-to-car – so we were well ahead of schedule.

We summited at 3 p.m. among a group of fellow Borahites and then quickly made the God-forsaken 3 hour descent down the standard route on the southwest ridge of the mountain passing all the hikers that hiked up the standard route. We got a lot of looks with all our climbing gear on us and questions like "Whoa, you guys must be professionals!". It was kind of amusing.

6:00 p.m. back at the car. 14 hours on the go and my dogs are barking. I'm wupped, but smiling.

6:30 p.m. enjoying well-earned cheeseburger and fries in Mackay.

8:30 p.m. home, hug the kids, hug the wife, shower, bed.

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Crazy Hair Day

OMG! It's Crazy Hair Day at the daycare.

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Aliens, Astronauts and Nacho Cheese

Last Saturday night the kids and I were taking our evening walk, sans Britt, (she's going to kill me for putting this on our blog page but she was rocking out at the Poison concert at the state fair!), when Ethan looked up at the stars and asked me "Where do the aliens sleep when they're up there?". I asked him "Do you mean the astronauts?", "Yeah.", he replied. I said "They sleep in their spaceships." He thought about if for a second then turned and looked at me and said "Well, they better close their doors at night because the aliens might come and take their cheesey nachos."

Classic.

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Labor Day Weekend

Look out! It's the crazy net headed bush children!

Labor day weekend found the West Side TeNgaio's amongst the masses at Heise Campground. Good ol' Heise – you gotta love it. Our original plan was to make the 5 hour drive down to Maple Canyon, Utah to hook up with my friend Troy and his commrades for a weekend of camping, climbing, hiking and other wacky outdoor pursuits. But alas, the weather forecast changed our plans and we whimped-out and opted for Heise. We had already told the kids that we were going camping that weekend and there's no way we could of backed out of it – so Heise it was.

On Saturday we hiked a little ways up Blacks Canyon at the end of the river road along the south fork of the Snake River. This stretch of river is world class. I don't fish, (but love to eat them!), but it's easy to see why fisherpeople love this section of the Snake – it is truly world class and b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l, especially in the fall, (think many, many cottonwood trees and quaking aspens that turn gold). The hike was mellow yet good for the kids. Madi took her standard 1-2 good spills trying to navigate the rocks on the trail and Ethan kept his quota on how fast he can get his shoes muddy wet plus almost poke Madeline's eye out with a stick. Kids, you gotta love 'em. Oh, and Izzy did her part in rolling in dried cow dung and then gettig all nasty wet and muddy in the creek. At least she went in the water AFTER the poop rolling.

That evening as we sat around the campfire, a boy from a few tents down decided that we were his new friends and hung out with us all night. He and Ethan had fun with hot burn-the-side-your-face sticks. Madi kept up with them for a bit then decided it was bed time – she had enough of their mayhem.

Sunday morning we headed to Heise Rock for some climbing. Ethan was totally stoked to climb outside – and it showed. He did two runs up the wall and almost got to the top on his second turn, which is pretty impressive due to the fact that he's about 4' and the cliff is about 50' – that's pretty damn big for a 5 year old. Brittany took a turn and did good too. She hasn't climbed in a few years but she made it up most of the way. I'm still working on convincing her that climbing is fun, not scary. Madi hung out at the base of the cliff with a group of neighboring camping kids. I overheard one saying to his buddy that "my dad would never do this, he's too scared", and "ah man, that kid is good!" They were all impressed with Ethan making it up so far. Pretty cool for him, I could tell.

All in all it was a good, relaxing camp weekend that everyone enjoyed – even the dog.

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And so it begins…

Today marked a milestone in Ethan's journey down the long road of life: His first day in the public school system, aka kindergarten. Yup, he's in for a long ride.

New school, new backpack, new haircut, new clothes – much to smile about.

Brittany and I are obviously excited but can't help the bittersweet feeling this moment brings. On one hand, we're so proud of him and love to see him grow and flourish. On the other hand, we're sad the days of being able to cuddle him and goo-goo-baby-talk are gone. It makes me realize how much we should cherish each stage of our child's lives, because they'll never be 3 or 5 or whatever again.

Ethanspace.com

Ethan's first day was really only an introduction for him to get to know his classroom. Brittany and I hung out with him in class. Tomorrow the real fun begins when we get to drop him off(!) and have him walk himself over to his class that meets outside the door with their teacher. Emotions will be high in that parking tomorrow at 8:10 a.m.

Britt and ET hangin' at the puzzle table.

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End of Summer Wrap Up

It's obviously been some time since the last post. Life has been rather hectic and/or we've been too lazy to write. Either way we have pictures posted from the last 4 weeks or so. Here's a quick roundup:

• Madeline is learning the ups and downs of toddlerhood: She's taken many a spill off of objects that are rather vertical in nature, but she is becoming a tough cookie. She is also learning how to keep up with the boys and loves to wrestle as much and any one of them, yet, she knows when to be gentle. She also has learned how to bat her eyes and quickly say "sorry" in that hard-to-be-mad-at-20-month-old way. She knows what she's doing.

• Ethan keeps growing like a weed and has hair on his legs. He's only 5 years, he's not supposed to have hair on his legs, is he? He's going to be one of those man-child-things that shaves in the seventh grade and can buy beer for his friends when he's 14. He had a cool project this summer where he raised caterpillars into butterflies in his room, then released them into the "wild" (the backyard). He has learned to swim like crazy this summer and can hold his breath for "81 minutes". Crazy huh? He starts kindergarten next week. I hope he knows what he's in for for the next 13+ years. He's pretty excited though.

Other exploits of the Westside TeNgaio clan have been:

• Ethan getting stung by a bee for the first time

• Madeline's ongoing obsession for bolting out onto anything asphalt

• Salt Lake City trip to Hoggle Zoo and Lagoon

• Family Day at Reed's Dairy where the kids got to milk fake cows, ride real horses and eat fresh ice cream

• Ethan watching dad do the Haka (Maori war dance) at his grandma's work picnic

• Madeline learning to color and learning color names

• Weekend family trip to Downatta Hot Springs with lots of swimming, rednecks and dirt.

Labor Day is coming up and we are planning a trip to Maple Canyon in Utah (near Nephi) to camp with some of my climbing friends and their families. We should have some good pictures and stories to post so stay tuned.

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July 4th, 2008

Better late than never. Here are some pics from the Waldron's BBQ on the 4th. Ethan was the one who instigated the water fight BTW.

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Hiking+Swimming+Wrestling=Camping

Chillin' to da max.
The kids on the Cress Creek trail near Heise. Gotta love the concrete trail.
Madeline taking a breather before the final round smack-down with brother.
Ethan taking his breather in the Heise pool.
Wrestling, Heise style.

This past weekend we were going to go up to Teton Canyon near Driggs but decided on Heise due to the heat. With the swimming pool a stones throw from the camp ground it was a no-brainer.

Camping at the Heise Campground is classic – it's like camping in a city park on a busy day. It's not what Britt and I were used to but we had a blast, as did the kids (and that's all that matters, right?) We hit the pool Saturday and Ethan and I rode the slide a few times. On the first go I forgot to release him from my leg-lock that I had on him going down the slide and he ended up under water a bit longer than he wanted to! Oh well, it'll build some character on him.

Later that evening back at camp, Madeline and Ethan proceeded to hone their wrestling skills while mom and dad sat back and cheered little Madi on. She is one tough cookie. Then came the time honored marshmallow roasting over the fire. It's funny how kids are so tantalized by fire…and anything with sugar, (ie. marshmallows.)

Sunday we hiked the short easy trail of Cress Creek. Madi walked it all by herself (it's only a mile roundtrip) with no complaints. She is getting fast on her feet lately and doing good about not going down face first so often.

It's funny how your perceptions change once you have children. Camping like we did this past weekend is something I would have had great disdain for 10 years ago. But now, it makes perfect sense. It's all about getting the kids exposed to different experiences and expanding their comfort and knowledge. Sure, we'll eventually head to the mountains and hopefully backpack in to some backcountry lake(s) but for now, it's all good. "The kids are alright".

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Ride to Live, Live to Ride

"Look out!"
One proud lad.
"Hey, what's the big deal? This bike thing's piece of cake!"
A day on the rocks with dad.

Ethan recently reached a milestone in boyhood yesterday – he learned how to ride his bike sans training wheels. Some may ask "what's the big deal?" but believe me, for us it's like the parting of the Red Sea…a miracle.

We bought him new bike for his 5th birthday in May and since then he has kept his training wheels on. I took them off on a couple of occasions. But to no avail. He grew frustrated and didn't want anything to do with the bike without the training wheels on. So back on they'd go. His reliance on those damn wheels was getting to the point that there were actually hampering any progress, and making him a bit embarrassed around other kids. He would lean so hard to the right that we had to repeatedly bend the arm back into position on the right sided training wheel. He had a serious gangsta-lean going on.

As the weeks passed it became obvious that it was time to try it again. So he and I went over to the elementary school to practice on the pathway that circles the school grounds and from the first go he got it. I'm glad I donned the running shoes because man, he was bookin'! To make an already long story longer, he was so stoked. He only went down twice, but that's because he didn't know how to stop properly. Plus, you got to have a few spills in the beginning right? Afterward, it was awesome to see him beam as he rode past his buddies in the neighborhood who just the other day were asking him why he still had his training wheels on. Yup, pretty cool.

Now it's just getting him to "look for cars!" when he launches out of the driveway on that thing.

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Da Haps

Ethan and his slimy buddy, Charlie the Snail.

Madeline gettin' er done!

Daddy and Madi at the car wash.

Finally, our new edition in print.

Memorial weekend came and went, and like usual it rained. Ethan and I went out climbing on Memorial Day with some friends and yup, it rained. But that didn't stop us from having fun. We ran into some friends of ours at the cliffs and while I climbed, Ethan tromped around and hunted for snails. He found one in particular that interested him enough to name it, and so he did…Charlie. Charlie rode home in dad's coat pocket with a bunch of his other slimy shelled friends and once we got home, Ethan "released them into the wild." They are somewhere in our front garden among the tulips, roses and bark living happily in case you're wondering.

This past weekend was spent with me away climbing (imagine that) on Saturday and the kids doing various things with Britt and her mom. On Sunday the West Side TeNgaio's spent the day goofing off in various ways. Ethan helped dad wash mom's car until he found the gutter filled with water more interesting. Madi took over after that and put some elbow grease into the car wash. She is so interested in helping people out when they are working on something…anything, she just likes to be involved. She is also pronouncing more and more words that she catches us off guard sometimes, making us do a double take and say "Did she just say…". Yup, she is a wonderchild.

Britt is still on the mend but doing much better. She says she has to constantly remind herself to not over do it though. It's pretty easy to hurt herself at this stage when she starts feeling stronger, but things haven't healed up entirely yet so she has to hold back on pushing it. Soon enough chickee.

On an end note, my friend Jerry and I received our new edition of our guidebook, Sweet Spots, in the mail last week from the printer. We are excited and relieved to finally have it in our hands, to have the paginating and layout work done. Now comes the real work though – to sell the 1,500 copies we have sitting in boxes on a crate in Jerry's garage. It's all good.

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