What: Open Space Plan Public Input Workshop
Where: Rancho San Rafael Park, Wilbur D. May museum
When: October 23, 5 p.m. - 7:30 p.m.
Why: Washoe County Open Space is at stake!
Tuesday night at Rancho San Rafael park offers a good chance for concerned folks to get involved in Open Space planning. Here’s a bit of information from the County’s website:
Tuesday, October 23, 2007 : Open Space Plan Public Input Workshop
Have a say in Washoe County`s Open Space Plan
The Regional Open Space and Natural Resource Management Plan is the County’s guide for making decisions that maintain the region’s natural heritage, landscape and wildlife. The proposed update was developed over the last six months with the assistance of numerous partner agencies and the public. For the first time, a natural resource management component has been added into the plan.
Open Space Plan Public Input Workshop
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
5:00 - 7:30 p.m.
Wilbur D. May Museum
Rancho San Rafael Regional Park
1595 N. Sierra Street, Reno
Information: Lynda Nelson (775) 823-6511
And here’s a link to a recent story about this by the RGJ. Hope to see some of y’all there. Probably going via Xtracycle straight to the meeting and would love to see a big old cluster of bikes parked outside.
Hey Kids,
It seems that while i was on the road i missed alot of the fun to be had in our short spring season. thought i’d share a few pics from my misadventures across the Northwest. Originally, my plan was to head into Oregon and ski as many of the Cascades as possible. The plan slowly fell apart and i was left to my own devices. Snow quality and differing goals with my partner where the major reasons we decided to reevaluate. below are a few shots from the travels.
Continue reading ‘Ramblings in the Northwest’
OK, has nothing to do with bourbon, but I figured that was one way to get people to read this. Wolfy…thanks for posting the Imogene story. You are indeed fortunate you weren’t there to see the mid-race urination. Kinda wish I hadn’t had to see it either.
I am starting my next writing project, which will be a story on a sort-of re-enactment of the first recorded ascent of Long’s Peak, via Keplinger’s Couloir. It is a fairly easy climb but it’s really out in the boonies, on the southwest side of the peak. I already have the most important item for an historically-correct repeat of the route: a recipe for really heavy biscuits. Since Maj. J.W. Powell, who lost an arm in the Civil War, was the original expedition’s biscuit-chef, I will have to prepare the biscuits using only one hand. Fortunately, Keplinger himself had all his appendages, so I won’t have to actually climb one-armed!
I know it’s a longshot but…are there any BaconStrippers with knowledge of any good sources on the exact route the Powell party took? I think I have it figured out but so far as I can tell, no one knows for sure.
Events are drink-ski-run-climb-drink.
1. Drink: Cocktails at Martinis Enoteca in Lodo, Denver, brews at Wynkoop Brewery next door. BTW the good citizens of Denver elected the founder/owner of Wynkoop to the mayorship of the city. Now that’s my kind of politician.
2. Ski: Closing weekend at Mary Jane. Why do areas always close just when the skiing is getting really good? Parsenn Bowl was full of good snow and a bunch of smelly knee-droppers getting in one more hero run down the bowl and through the trees. By tradition, the final run of the year is made topless. To the amazement of all…nobody has brought a camera to record the event for posterity. Or posterior. Or whatever.
3. Run: Horsetooth Half-Marathon, Fort Collins. Naturally…the previous event takes a toll on the glycogen content of one’s legs. This is compensated by the prospect of free beer at the finish provided by New Belgium. Logically, the fastest finishers have the shortest wait for both beer and portapotties. A time of 1:30:50 does not succeed in turning the heads of any of the local hottiez hanging around the finish, but it does get me ahead of the crowd in the beer line.
4. Climb: The Palace, Cache la Poudre Canyon. Is it possible to lead 5.10 after having just run, fast, for 13 miles? Yes. Is it a good idea? Not particularly. Fortunately it’s all on bolts. Ufff…grrrg…whff…mmmf…hggg…clip…whekk…comeonpullitpullit…clip… aaagg…okwatchme…reach…ohshithatsasloper!!…pull…step…rrrgg…clip… eeeeeeyaaahhh.!
5. Drink: Dry Bombay martini, Blue Paddle, on the porch, on the first porch-worthy day of the spring. Listen to the neighbors discuss their Sunday. “Do anything fun this weekend?” “Yah, I mowed the lawn for the first time.” Bwa-ha-ha-ha.
The amazing Bando demonstrates his feathery-light touch as he crosses the Incandescent Rocks WSA without even leaving FOOTPRINTS!
More pics on Nevada Outside.
Also, JW et.al toured Mt. Emma.
Where is Mt. Emma?
-M
Saturday mornin started with egg and cheese b-burritos. I was a few items short of the killer-burritto fit for champions…made my way over to Joe’s Coffee in Truckee, they make a good power beverage. Nothing of a lesser potency would be tolerated for a day of ridin with the Griss and Japhy (the Rough) Rider. We met up at the Safeway parkin lot (on McD time of course) and conserved pollution outputs with the ol’ carpool trick. Made it to the confluence in Auburn without any piss or shit stops. Fuck yeah!
We threw on our bicyclin uniforms…Rough Rider and I with the baggy shorts and leave to Griss to think it was a fuckin race and break out the cute-ass, tight-ass, skin-tight shorts! Wind resistance, that’s why I couldn’t keep up with homie. And McD, well, he’s just a freak of nature. Much love for both those guys and all the Strizzzzipers.
So the Stipers mounted up their bicycles and broke for the trail in a fiery vengeance. We started with about a four mile climb (those guys are good at pop-a-wheelies) to the Foresthill Divide loop (roller coaster style) connector trail (about 3 miles) to the actual divide loop (about 10 or 12 miles of more roller coaster) back through the connector trail and up to the drop in for the Tunnel Trail (Mob Hill) where the Griss put shame to some downhillers and we all jibbed this log a few times!
Griss
J.R.
From there we crossed the road and pursued the confluence with some fast puckerin low angle downhill to the Ram for some Soda Pop, a dip in the watery snow, and a quick peep at some boobies on family picture day. I must say, “it was a good day, I didn’t have to use my AK!”
-Nooner
vulture’s comin through for a bike crazed fool like a crack dealer comes through for a young man gettin ready to sell his ass for some dope…ooops, did i write that out loud! wha wha?!
No more gears pullin the ol’ auto shift trick, no more knee bustin, no more pullin the ol’, “i gotta adjust my derailleur,” to catch a breath trick! i’m not the one who pulls that shit! wha?! no more junk n da trunk, no more bein the only one on a geared bike, no more hearin walker say, “pussy!” pussy back biaatch! ha ha ha!
i think ya’ll get the idea…i’m finally gonna get my bike…watch the mother fucker get lost in the mail! ain’t that a BITCH!
-n
p.s. can i open beers with it?
It’s comming on ski season. Here is an excerpt from an article I’m writing for RLife Magazine.
-M
The day starts early. Like 5:00 early. The alarm goes off and there’s that moment of truth, cliché though it may be: nap a while longer and get a normal start, or hit the road in the dark and be ready for first tracks. But then the phone rings and it’s all on.
Real skiers have the coffee ready the night before and the gear already loaded up. All that’s necessary is clothing, lots of it, and the car keys, and the dog. Some of us take it that serious. The drive only takes us a few minutes once I’ve stopped to pick up Dave. And we’re there, past the golf courses, past the east bowl parking lot, past the main parking lot and almost up to Mt. Rose Pass. There are usually a few others in the lot, usually Lee’s green Ranger with the Mountain Gazette sticker, or Carrie’s Forester with the snowmachine sticker, all parked barely straight and looking hastily abandoned, though it’s cold and dim in the strangled light of the morning.
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