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      <title>Luke Shackelford: the bike, ohoho! (nasal french laugh)</title>
      <description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_QP15JGjSo/SLX_XVi71bI/AAAAAAAAA50/fMtB1vi3IG8/s1600-h/2804845500_420c536e77_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f_QP15JGjSo/SLX_XVi71bI/AAAAAAAAA50/fMtB1vi3IG8/s400/2804845500_420c536e77_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239374517901186482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>2008-08-27 18:29:13</pubDate>
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      <title>Luke Shackelford: First day biking to work!</title>
      <description>Ok, so I live really close to work and it's kind-of embarrassing that I've been driving to work this whole time since I've lived at my new place. But no longer! Yesterday I brought home my bike from being stored at my grandparents, and after looking it over and inflating the tires, it looks good to use, so will head in to work on it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you curious about such things, it is a Peugeot branded bike with sweet shimano gearing.  It has those narrow curved handle-bars which make the rider crouch, and super narrow "road only" tires.   I feel like I'm perched on top of it, but I'm sure I'll get used to it.  I took a picture of me and the bike, and will upload it and post it when I can. (c:</description>
      <pubDate>2008-08-27 12:05:55</pubDate>
      <link>http://whatisleftosay.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-biking-to-work.html</link>
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      <title>Phil Hagelberg: we have keys!</title>
      <description><p>After a much longer than expected escrow process, we finally closed on Friday!  We got the keys in the afternoon, and enjoyed just spending some time in what is now <em>our</em> house.  We also decided to have dinner there, so I prepped some food at our apartment and cooked our first meal in the new house.  It was kind of fun doing something that we know we&#8217;ll do countless more times in the future.  Of course, it will be a LOT easier once we have a refrigerator and all of our stuff moved in.</p>
<p>Then, this weekend, we took a few car loads of boxes over.  Mostly books and things that we don&#8217;t plan to use for the next couple of weeks.  Our bookcase here is beginning to look quite bare.  It almost makes me want to go used-book store shopping to fill it up!  We are also having quite a lot of fun visualizing how we want the house to look.  We keep changing our mind on which room will be Noah&#8217;s room and which one will be the office/library.  It&#8217;s funny how, even though they are just about the same size, there are just small enough differences to make the decision difficult.</p>
<p>Right now, we are just moving over about one carload per day.  We will be doing our official move the weekend after we get back from our vacation, so September 6 and 7.  If anyone is around to help, we&#8217;d gladly appreciate it.</p>
<p>Anyway, no pictures quite yet.  Hopefully, soon, though.  Stay posted!</p></description>
      <pubDate>2008-08-19 10:50:13</pubDate>
      <link>http://philisha.net/2008/08/we-have-keys/</link>
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      <title>Eric Holloway: Neuro weapons</title>
      <description>&lt;a href="http://www.scienceprogress.org/2008/08/minding-mental-minefields/"&gt;Brain degradation&lt;/a&gt; during war</description>
      <pubDate>2008-08-16 21:20:47</pubDate>
      <link>http://yters.blogspot.com/2008/08/neuro-weapons.html</link>
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      <title>Eric Holloway: Another disturbing robot</title>
      <description>&lt;a href="http://technology.newscientist.com/channel/tech/mg19926696.100-rise-of-the-ratbrained-robots.html"&gt;This one&lt;/a&gt; is powered by rat brain cells.</description>
      <pubDate>2008-08-16 20:26:27</pubDate>
      <link>http://yters.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-disturbing-robot.html</link>
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      <title>Jon and Libby Rowley: Register Wedding</title>
      <description>I went to a friend's wedding on the first Saturday of August. Jonathan couldn't make it because he had to work, so I went by myself knowing that I could easily find people that I know: my parents would be there, my brother was a groomsman, and there would be old AWANA friends, too. What I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; expect was seeing one of my former students and her mother (who played the piano during the ceremony!) and grandmother. That was a pleasant surprise. Anyway, I took a few pictures and put them up on Flickr. Here's one of my beautiful mom and handsome brother. You can see the rest of them &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/sets/72157606686563750/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP75w6W2pIY/SKMD9Q1qKKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/yUUhyzpvaIg/s1600-h/2756301993_cbbe211b3b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QP75w6W2pIY/SKMD9Q1qKKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/yUUhyzpvaIg/s320/2756301993_cbbe211b3b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234031542961580194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>2008-08-13 09:02:24</pubDate>
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      <title>Phil Hagelberg: i love the state of WA</title>
      <description><p>because we have people like this <a href="http://colonizespace.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">guy</a>!  Seriously, who wouldn&#8217;t want to vote for a guy whose name is &#8220;Goodspaceguy.&#8221;  And his congressional platform is incredible.  Let&#8217;s colonize space!  Before we kill each other or the next asteroid hits us.  Amazing.  He&#8217;s even got some cool YouTube videos uploaded <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/spacecolonyone" target="_blank">here</a>.  Good times.</p></description>
      <pubDate>2008-08-11 21:53:00</pubDate>
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      <title>Phil Hagelberg: catch-up post: Seafair and Dan</title>
      <description><p>The weekend after we went to Mt. Rainier was Seafair weekend.  <a href="http://www.seafair.com/" target="_blank">Seafair</a>, for you non-Seattleites, is Seattle&#8217;s Summer Celebration.  It hosts all sorts of interesting events including hydroplane races, marathons, and a Blue Angels show.  Because of this, the company Phil works for, <a href="http://evri.com/" target="_blank">Evri</a>, decided to have their company picnic at an investor&#8217;s home on Mercer Island and watch the Blue Angels.  It was fantastic.  The food, company, and surroundings were great, and the show was excellent.  We were right on the water, and the Blue Angels were soaring right above our heads.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/technomancy/2729259419/" title="Blue Angels by Technomancy, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3140/2729259419_639a820b6d.jpg" alt="Blue Angels" height="375" width="500" /></a></p>
<p>The next day, we went to Fremont (aka <a href="http://flickr.com/photos/technomancy/2751339525/" target="_blank">The Center of the Universe</a>) to hang out with Dan, Brittany, and Loren. Dan came to visit us from Louisiana, and it was so much fun to be with him and his girlfriend, Brittany.</p>
<p>So, after we got to Fremont and made our necessary visit to <a href="http://stickmancoffee.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Stickman Coffee</a>, we had a fun time looking at all the goofy things they have in this little neighborhood including a huge statue of Lenin, a rocket, and dinosaurs.  Noah conquered the dinosaurs, after we walked through the Sunday market.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/technomancy/2752169854/" title="img_2218.jpg by Technomancy, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3145/2752169854_4f7a60d996.jpg" alt="img_2218.jpg" height="375" width="500" /></a></p>
<p>That evening Dan and Brittany made us an incredible home-cooked Southern dinner.  It was amazing.  Unfortunately, they had to leave on Tuesday, but we had a great time with them overall.</p>
<p>In closing, here are a couple of pictures of Noah enjoying his uncles.<br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/technomancy/2752163072/" title="Future Guitar Player by Technomancy, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3126/2752163072_08a67a7830_m.jpg" alt="Future Guitar Player" height="180" width="240" /></a>          <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/technomancy/2751334191/" title="Dan and Noah by Technomancy, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3011/2751334191_713206de97_m.jpg" alt="Dan and Noah" height="180" width="240" /></a></p></description>
      <pubDate>2008-08-11 14:21:15</pubDate>
      <link>http://philisha.net/2008/08/catch-up-post-seafair-and-dan/</link>
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      <title>Eric Holloway: Pills that make everything taste sweet</title>
      <description>http://www.thinkgeek.com/caffeine/candy/ab3f/</description>
      <pubDate>2008-08-09 23:24:12</pubDate>
      <link>http://yters.blogspot.com/2008/08/pills-that-make-everything-taste-sweet.html</link>
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      <title>Phil Hagelberg: catch-up post: Mt. Rainier</title>
      <description><p>We&#8217;ve been so busy lately!  I haven&#8217;t even found the time to blog about all that we&#8217;ve been doing.  Here are some of the highlights from the last couple of weeks.</p>
<p>For Phil&#8217;s birthday weekend, we headed down to Mount Rainier since we hadn&#8217;t been there since we came to visit Washington in October of 2006.  Phil has really been wanting to go back, but pregnancy and new baby made it difficult.  However, Noah is now much more interested in what is going on around him, so we packed up and made a weekend of it.  First, we stayed overnight and his aunt and uncles home in Graham and had a nice birthday dinner with them.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/technomancy/2724378792/" title="img_3222.jpg by Technomancy, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3074/2724378792_6831904ca7.jpg" alt="img_3222.jpg" height="375" width="500" /></a></p>
<p>Then, we made an early-ish morning to make it to Mt. Rainier.  Phil&#8217;s mom came too, so it was a lot of fun.  The snow was pretty far down, so we even got to do a little sledding.  Yes, we used black trash bags&#8230; they&#8217;re perfect!  You can stuff them into your pockets when you are done!</p>
<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/technomancy/2723570309/" title="Sledding by Technomancy, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3156/2723570309_866ac37353.jpg" alt="Sledding" height="500" width="375" /></a></p>
<p>Noah had a great time as well.  He really enjoyed playing in the snow and thought it was great to be be carried around on mommy and daddy&#8217;s back.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/technomancy/2724384042/" title="img_2074.jpg by Technomancy, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3230/2724384042_c0548bb13f.jpg" alt="img_2074.jpg" height="180" width="240" /></a>          <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/technomancy/2724406844/" title="Family trek by Technomancy, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3090/2724406844_7f14574628.jpg" alt="Family trek" height="180" width="240" /></a></p>
<p>It was also really fun to see the differences in the mountain in the summertime versus the autumn from last trip.  This is the same hill in July 2008 and October 2006:</p>
<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/technomancy/2724399462/" title="img_2117.jpg by Technomancy, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3011/2724399462_bbbcb2dd71_m.jpg" alt="img_2117.jpg" height="180" width="240" /></a>          <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/technomancy/264192196/" title="100_1040.JPG by Technomancy, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/93/264192196_5246525dd4_m.jpg" alt="100_1040.JPG" height="180" width="240" /></a></p>
<p>Now, we&#8217;ll just have to go back in the winter and spring to complete our picture of the mountain.  Someday, we also would like to make it to the top, but I believe we&#8217;ll have many more years before that will be possible for our family!</p></description>
      <pubDate>2008-08-08 14:34:17</pubDate>
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      <title>Jon and Libby Rowley: Virginia Lake to Lake Mary and Home</title>
      <description>Everything comes to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our earliest start of the trip on our last day, leaving camp before the sun hit it.  The trail from Virginia drops pretty quickly to Purple Lake, and we arrived while it was still early.  We paused for some photo ops and to admire a small family group of American Dippers (videos on &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/sets/72157606574038434/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;) in the outlet stream before pressing on toward Duck Pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3109/2738767670_f36d9acee4.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3109/2738767670_f36d9acee4.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Libby and Jonathan at Purple Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2738767670/in/set-72157606574038434/"&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2738767670/in/set-72157606574038434/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trail to the pass climbs up above a thumb on the flank of the mountain between Duck and Purple Lakes before dropping again into some meadows along Duck's outlet stream.  There it starts to climb again.  Ascending through meadows and forests, you soon reach Duck Lake at the outlet end.  We took off our packs at that point, had a snack and caught our breaths.  We'd already traveled about half-way, about six miles.  The last Wilson's Warblers of the trip foraged in the dwarfed Whitebark Pines and willows along the lake shore, and a beautifully white lone California Gull sailed down the canyon from Duck Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3147/2738782054_a8e8acd3de.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3147/2738782054_a8e8acd3de.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Duck Lake outlet area&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2738782054/in/set-72157606574038434/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2738782054/in/set-72157606574038434/"&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2738782054/in/set-72157606574038434/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the outlet of Duck Lake, you climb up and follow the lake's shore about a mile to the pass.  From there it's only 5  miles downhill, and you're home.  We pressed on through lunch and arrived at the cabin - where the Profitas were staying for the weekend, but they were out - around 1:15, packed up, and headed for home (with a pit stop at the Ranger Station to change, use toilets(!), wash our faces, and return the bear cans).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3181/2737967527_3f0db052c5.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3181/2737967527_3f0db052c5.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're happy to be able to stop walking for awhile.&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2737967527/in/set-72157606574038434/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2737967527/in/set-72157606574038434/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip home was pretty uneventful.  We listened to one of the Harry Potter novels on CD, and stopped for dinner at Rubio's in Adelanto.  I remember when you had to eat at the Astro Burger in Kramer's Junction!  Lots of people live in the high desert, now, though.  On Monday, I went back to work.  And that's the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures from our last day can be found here: &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/sets/72157606574038434/"&gt; http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/sets/72157606574038434/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can view all of the published pictures from our trip by clicking here:&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/collections/72157606431454213/"&gt; http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/collections/72157606431454213/&lt;/a&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>2008-08-07 11:00:22</pubDate>
      <link>http://mrbubby.blogspot.com/2008/08/virginia-lake-to-lake-mary-and-home.html</link>
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      <title>Eric Holloway: Your daily dose of Cartesian certainty</title>
      <description>All through Torrey and even afterwards I've always heard "Oh, you can't ever have Cartesian certainty."  "I could always be mistaken, you know." etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how people can be happy with this position since it is essentially intellectually dishonest.  You either never have Cartesian certainty or you sometimes do.  That exhausts the issue.  If you sometimes do, then there isn't a problem.  Therefore, if there is a problem we can be certain you can never have Cartesian certainty.  If that isn't an instance of Cartesian certainty, then I don't know what is.  And, that is precisely the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People don't have any idea what they mean by that phrase "Cartesian certainty." All they know is that they have some kind of vague doubt in the back of their mind that they don't think about logically.  But once you do, poof! it disappears.  So, if you are troubled by your lack of Cartesian certainty, apply some logic.  "But, I am not sure logic is always correct!"  Well, are you thinking about the logical thoughts that are actually happening in your head, or are you attaching the words "I doubt" to the word "logic?"  There's a difference, you know.</description>
      <pubDate>2008-08-06 15:07:19</pubDate>
      <link>http://yters.blogspot.com/2008/08/your-daily-dose-of-cartesian-certainty.html</link>
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      <title>Jon and Libby Rowley: Tully Lake to Virginia Lake</title>
      <description>Though, naturally, new for Libby, the last two days of our backpack trip were covering familiar ground for Dad and me.  In fact, part of my first multi-day backpack trip traveled the trail from Tully Hole to Tully Lake. We'd now be retracing those steps in reverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first half of the morning was easy hiking.  The trail drops downhill parallel with Fish Creek - a rushing stream that drops precipitously down a narrow gorge of dark meta-sedimentary rock.  Unlike the hard granite of most of the Sierras, this rock is softer, and the creek, earthquakes, and weather has ground it and blasted it into sharp spires and slabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3031/2734573234_8e74876ff8.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3031/2734573234_8e74876ff8.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad and Libby in front of Fish Creek.&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2734573234/in/set-72157606548076630/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2734573234/in/set-72157606548076630/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trail eventually reaches Horse Heaven meadow.  Here, the trail flattens out a bit, and you and the creek descend at a more gentle pace down into Tully Hole.  Tully Hole is a meadow in a deep depression between forested hills.  It features large in our family lore because of its central location in the back country behind my grandparents' cabin.  So it's sort of an iconic place, and its lush green fields are beautiful enough to warrant the attention paid it.  Many travelers pass through it because the Muir Trail passes through it as it comes down from Virginia Lake and turns down Fish Creek a little bit before climbing over Silver Pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3119/2734578600_184ea14578.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3119/2734578600_184ea14578.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tully Hole from the trail up to Virginia Lake.&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2734578600/in/set-72157606548076630/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2734578600/in/set-72157606548076630/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Tully Hole, there's a steep climb that takes you up about 1,000 vertical feet of switchbacks on a hot and open hillside covered in sage and only the occasional stand of pines - welcome islands of shade, and an opportune place to catch your breath and a drink before pressing onward.  Anyway, we grunted our way up and finished the hike before lunch, which we had on the shore of Virginia Lake before hunting out a campsite.  We found a spot near a stock camp in the dry subalpine forests that surround Virginia Lake.  We had lots of time, so we set up camp and relaxed.  We soaked our feet in the lake, took naps, read books, and generally enjoyed a warm afternoon in the Sierras - with blessed few mosquitoes compared to Tully Lake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3033/2733753639_f08200ef86.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3033/2733753639_f08200ef86.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Libby's happy to take a moment to relax!&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2733753639/in/set-72157606548076630/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2733753639/in/set-72157606548076630/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night was our last away from home, and Dad and I sat by the shore of Virginia Lake waiting for it to get dark.  As the stars came out and the opposite side of the lake became shrouded with gloom, we sat silently, listening to the bats flicking about our heads.  The wind died and the lake became totally calm; the reflecting stars on its glassy surface were a welcome last taste of serenity before returning to the bustle of regular life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from the day (including a nice one of a Clark's Nutcracker) can be found by clicking here: &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/sets/72157606548076630/"&gt;Backpack Day 5&lt;/a&gt;.</description>
      <pubDate>2008-08-06 06:47:19</pubDate>
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      <title>Jon and Libby Rowley: Bighorn Lake to Tully Lake</title>
      <description>Our fourth day was the shortest backpacking day of the trip.  Joe had to leave as early as he could to make the long hike from Bighorn Lake to the McGee Creek trailhead.  The remaining three of us were going to climb a knapsack pass above nearby Rosy Finch Lake to look back into the Laurel Creek drainage - a different Laurel Creek than the one above Convict Lake near Mammoth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning was warm and calm, like all of our mornings.  The weather on the trip was perfect.  There were almost no clouds the entire trip, and the rains preceding our trip had scrubbed the skies clean of the smoke from all California's wildfires this year.  It made for perfect reflections in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3215/2726493863_e200c58b8a.jpg?v=1217823530"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3215/2726493863_e200c58b8a.jpg?v=1217823530" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cliffs reflected in Bighorn Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2726493863/in/set-72157606520422797/"&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2726493863/in/set-72157606520422797/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hike from Bighorn to Rosy Finch Lake is an easy gambol through grassy faults criss-crossing the glaciated granite bedrock.  Rosy Finch Lake, just like Bighorn Lake, fills a granitic glacial bowl with little room to spare; its outlet stream spills right over the granite dam that creates the lake.  This is really beautiful country, a melting pot of brilliant blues, whites and greens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pass we checked out that day is a potential backpacking route from Grinnell Lake to Rosy Finch Lake.  It was one of the possible routes we could have taken on our trip, but we decided not to because the ascent from the Grinnell Lake side looked steep on the topo maps.  It turned out that it was very steep, and it's a much easier ascent from Rosy Finch, but it was still too far for us to make it to Grinnell Lake and back, and then over Bighorn Pass to Tully Lake all in the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3010/2727327408_009e2bb59b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3010/2727327408_009e2bb59b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Libby sitting on top of a rock on the pass we dayhiked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2727327408/in/set-72157606520422797/"&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2727327408/in/set-72157606520422797/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we enjoyed the view from the pass and then went back, put on our packs, and headed to Tully Lake. The descent was a talus scramble that we alleviated by striking out across a snow field that allowed us to skip about half of the talus.  At the bottom of the snow field we had our only lifer of the trip - a White-tailed Ptarmigan.  A little baby grouse scurried by our feet, and after some patient searching Dad found the mother hiding in plain sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3097/2727913215_b1c1d4f476.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3097/2727913215_b1c1d4f476.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The mother White-tailed Ptarmigan using its cryptic coloration to blend in to its surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2727913215/in/set-72157606520422797/"&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2727913215/in/set-72157606520422797/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time I thought it was an out-of-habitat Sooty (Blue) Grouse, a bird that specializes in high mountain forest edges, and is the only native grouse in the higher altitudes of the Sierras.  We were, however, miles from the nearest true forest, and it nagged a bit on my mind while we were up there.  As soon as I had time at home, I started doing some research on Ptarmigans.  Back in the early '70s, the Department of Fish and Game released about 70 White-tailed Ptarmigans into upper montane forests around Sonora Pass.  The birds found their way up into the alpine meadows around Yosemite, where they are still apparently the most heavily concentrated.  From there they've spread south, occupying suitable habitat - high alpine meadows - where ever they can find it.  The Sierras offer a challenge to their survival, however, with heavier snow packs that last longer than the other mountain ranges they inhabit (the Rockies and north) and thus inhibit breeding, and dryer summers, that limit the kind of forage they require.  As a result, they exist in the Sierras in the sparsest population density of any population, and during the summer they're most common around melting snow-packs; just the place we found one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3271/2726512169_06bf15a3f5.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3271/2726512169_06bf15a3f5.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tully Lake in the evening.&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2726512169/in/set-72157606520422797/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2726512169/in/set-72157606520422797/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we found a great campsite at Tully Lake.  It was a horse camp in between the lake and the waterfall that comes down from Red and White into Tully's outlet - young Fish Creek.  The only real drawback at Tully Lake was that there were swarms of mosquitoes.  As the sun set, they came out in force, with clouds hovering around each of us looking for any chink the mosquito nets offered or for some spot where the DEET would rub off.  We probably got the majority of our mosquito bites here.  Still, it's hard to complain about mosquitoes when you're surrounded by such wonderful beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures on Flickr, as always.  Click here:&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/sets/72157606520422797/"&gt; http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/sets/72157606520422797/&lt;/a&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>2008-08-04 06:10:39</pubDate>
      <link>http://mrbubby.blogspot.com/2008/08/bighorn-lake-to-tully-lake.html</link>
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      <title>Phil Hagelberg: roving</title>
      <description><p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/technomancy/2723542519/" title="img_2027.jpg by Technomancy, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3096/2723542519_f1e7489c5a_t.jpg" alt="img_2027.jpg" height="75" width="100" /></a>                  <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/technomancy/2723543141/" title="img_2029.jpg by Technomancy, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3214/2723543141_bde5d1151c_t.jpg" alt="img_2029.jpg" height="100" width="75" /></a>                 <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/technomancy/2723543813/" title="img_2031.jpg by Technomancy, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3034/2723543813_3e8ce1893d_t.jpg" alt="img_2031.jpg" height="75" width="100" /></a>                  <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/technomancy/2724366632/" title="img_2032.jpg by Technomancy, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3023/2724366632_ede76b6161_t.jpg" alt="img_2032.jpg" height="75" width="100" /></a></p>
<p>Today, the trunk&#8230; Tomorrow, Mt. Rainier!  Noah&#8217;s climbing.  He began to pull up a couple of weeks ago, and it&#8217;s been no stopping him since.  Once he discovered he could pull up on objects, he was climbing them.  His favorite is the trunk, but he also pulls up on the couches, chairs, bed, and bookcase.  He also started cruising (walking by holding on to furniture) within a day or two of pulling up.</p>
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<p>Since he began to cruise, we started to wonder if he was ever going to start crawling instead of just scooting on his tummy.  However, we had no need to worry.  He now prefers to crawl up on all fours all the time now.  No more tummy time!  He likes to follow mommy all around the house, and laughs with glee if he finds her in a different room.</p>
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      <pubDate>2008-08-03 21:13:05</pubDate>
      <link>http://philisha.net/2008/08/roving/</link>
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      <title>Jon and Libby Rowley: Mott Lake to Bighorn Lake</title>
      <description>Our second night out I learned that Pikas may be somewhat nocturnal.  One had a territory in a talus pile near our tent, and I heard its loud persistent call multiple times after the half-moon had risen.  Sleeping isn't always easy on a backpacking trip.  The morning bird song was restricted to some local White-crowned Sparrows, though the area was hopping with Wilson's Warblers, Gray-crowned Rosy Finches and a couple of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Empidonax &lt;/span&gt;Flycatchers, too.  Mott Lake was completely still that morning; it was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3192/2722687688_f0bd11efd5.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3192/2722687688_f0bd11efd5.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mott Lake in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2722687688/in/set-72157606488398330/"&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2722687688/in/set-72157606488398330/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned, this was the first day we went off-trail.  There's a faint use trail in a few places to Bighorn, but not at the points when it counts, and not very often.  It was a beautiful hike, though, up through cool mountain meadows right at the base of some towering peaks.  You have to climb a little to get out of Mott Lake's basin, but the hike along the meadows is through a generally flat glacial valley towards the outlets of Bighorn and Rosy Finch Lakes.  From there, you cut back and the left up towards a large tarn before traversing over some faulted glacial boulders to get to the actual lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3087/2721875401_21e7f02971.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3087/2721875401_21e7f02971.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Libby and the meadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2721875401/in/set-72157606488398330/"&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2721875401/in/set-72157606488398330/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at the tarn, and it wasn't very far from there to Bighorn, though it wasn't possible to just walk straight there.  We did get a little off-target in our original attempt to reach the tarn, but it all worked out OK in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3188/2722700762_a4f72eb568.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3188/2722700762_a4f72eb568.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Libby relaxing at the tarn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2722700762/in/set-72157606488398330/"&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2722700762/in/set-72157606488398330/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got to Bighorn Lake we did a dayhike up to the pass - Bighorn Pass - we were going to take the next day (Joe in the morning, us in the afternoon).  It provided a great view of the backcountry behind Mammoth, an area that the Rowleys have been spending time in ever since Grandpa was a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3174/2722705268_6822e29ac7.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3174/2722705268_6822e29ac7.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Red Slate and the Tully Lake area.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2722705268/in/set-72157606488398330/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2722705268/in/set-72157606488398330/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Libby, Dad, and I all hiked down a little and around and up to another little pass on the flank of Mount Izaak Walton.  From there you can see Lake Izaak Walton, and more of the same backcountry as from Bighorn Pass.  That was our last night with Joe, who had to get out of the backcountry earlier than us.  Pictures of the day can be found at:  &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/sets/72157606488398330/"&gt;Backpack Day 3&lt;/a&gt;.</description>
      <pubDate>2008-08-02 13:51:35</pubDate>
      <link>http://mrbubby.blogspot.com/2008/08/mott-lake-to-bighorn-lake.html</link>
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      <title>Jon and Libby Rowley: Mono Creek to Mott Lake</title>
      <description>No jolting alarm sounded with the sun on the first morning of our backpack trip - just a clear dawn and the faint sound of singing birds above the nearby rushing creek.  We got up and going, enjoying the first of our many hot and slimy instant oatmeal breakfasts as we packed up our things and got ready to hike.  On the positive side, the instant hot chocolate we had every morning never got old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was the longest of our hiking days.  While we found a great campsite on Tuesday night, it wasn't as far as we had intended to have traveled. Nevertheless, we decided to stay on the trails and take the easy - though long - route to Mott Lake instead of a much steeper cross-country shortcut up to Grinnell via Laurel Lake.  The developed trail took us down to nearly 8,000' before we gained back all of the elevation we'd lost in the day - and more - in climbing back up to Mott Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3271/2717842905_b6e64c5806.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 271px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3271/2717842905_b6e64c5806.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A meadow along Mono Creek.&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2717842905/in/set-72157606467826844/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2717842905/in/set-72157606467826844/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was neat to hike down Mono Canyon, though.  The trail descended through many different types of forest - depending not only on elevation, but on the amount of water available.  We passed from Lodgepole forests, through sage brush covered hillsides, grassy meadows fading into tall and stately aspen groves, and we even saw some of the biggest Red Firs I've ever seen in my life - probably nearly 10' in diameter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally had to climb up and over a hill to meet up with the Muir Trail where it comes down from Silver Pass.  That's where we had lunch - far from where we had begun the day.  By that time my feet, hips and back were all in agony (and I don't think I was the only one hurting), but it's a wonder what a little rest will do!  After lunch, we felt refreshed, which was good since we had to go up another series of switchbacks before getting into the relatively flat bottom of the canyon holding Pocket Meadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3295/2718683216_f16094a56d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3295/2718683216_f16094a56d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Libby and Fireweed around Pocket Meadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2718683216/in/set-72157606467826844/"&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2718683216/in/set-72157606467826844/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mott Lake trail from Pocket Meadow turned out to be in poor repair.  It's basically a steep, deep and rock-filled gully that goes straight up the side of a forested hill.  There are a few switchbacks and then it topps out in the glacial valley containing Mott Lake.  There it winds through meadows and willows (overgrowing the trail) as it goes up several hundred-foot granite steps to the lake.  Half-an-hour or so into our hike we found a fun rock-slide where Mott's outlet stream ran over perfect glaciated granite.  We took the opportunity to clean some clothes and take a bath - spending hours in the warm sun and warmer than average (for the Sierras) water.  Dad took the opportunity to go water sliding; you can see the videos in the Flickr set for the day.  Click here: &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/sets/72157606467826844/"&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/sets/72157606467826844/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3236/2717875723_08feb028f6.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3236/2717875723_08feb028f6.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mott Lake in the late afternoon.&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2717875723/in/set-72157606467826844/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2717875723/in/set-72157606467826844/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As the sun started to get a little lower, we thought maybe we should finish the hike.  It turned out to be quite a long one still, at least two miles from where we had taken a bath (which we thought was maybe almost half-way of the projected two miles from Pocket Meadow to Mott Lake).  As a result, we didn't arrive at camp until the dusk was lowering over the foothills in the distance.  Such a short evening meant we didn't have time to do much between set up camp, make dinner, eat, clean and go to bed.  But it was such a beautiful place that all the long effort of getting there was more than amply repaid, and Libby and my spirits were high as we climbed into our tent for the night.  The next day would be our first day of off-trail hiking.</description>
      <pubDate>2008-08-01 09:55:00</pubDate>
      <link>http://mrbubby.blogspot.com/2008/07/mono-creek-to-mott-lake.html</link>
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      <title>Jon and Libby Rowley: Mosquito Flat to Mono Creek</title>
      <description>The first sound of the first day of our backpack trip was the trilling of our travel alarm.  Little light was trickling in through our bedroom's western window, though a clear day was dawning outside, and it was a little difficult to roll out of our warm bed, fully aware this was the last time we'd be enjoy such a luxury for the next five nights.  Nevertheless, we wrenched ourselves up and hurriedly got dressed and ready.  Soon we were out the door with Grandpa (who generously provided us a lift) to pick up my Dad's old backpacking friend Joe Profita at the McGee Creek trailhead.  Joe was going to have to leave the back country earlier than us, so he was going to leave his truck at McGee and hike to it on his last day.  We'd keep going for two more days than him and end up at the cabin, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3017/2712139821_a32fecf7df.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 323px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3017/2712139821_a32fecf7df.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Libby at the McGee Creek parking lot.  McGee Pass is about 8 miles from here, and around 12,000'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2712139821/in/set-72157606436811560/"&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2712139821/in/set-72157606436811560/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked him up without any trouble, and the sticky breakfast he provided from a Bishop bakery, and headed off to Rock Creek's canyon.  We arrived at Mosquito Flat Campground - Mono Pass's trailhead -  around 8:00, used the bathroom and tightened our hip belts.  Snap!  My belt's clip went flying through the air onto the parking lot's pavement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, we wondered, what do we do, now?  Joe had an extra clip in his truck, but that was an hour's round trip.  None of us were carrying any extra hip belt clips, either.  We spent half-an-hour trying different solutions until we set on a strap of Joe's that I could use to strap shut my clip.  It took a lot longer to get my pack on and off every stop, but it worked perfectly in keeping my hip belt tight - which is the most important part of your backpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3018/2712140831_7a120e8868.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 414px; height: 310px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3018/2712140831_7a120e8868.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa took an obligatory pre-trip happy photo at Mosquito Flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2712140831/in/set-72157606436811560/"&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2712140831/in/set-72157606436811560/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after the fuss, we set off for Mono Pass.  We climbed up and out of the trees, through a few last tall Lodgepoles before entering the world of stunted Whitebark Pines.  Amazing vistas opened up before us as we climbed slowly but steadily higher, providing needed consolation for our already sore shoulders, hips, and lungs.  It took us about 3 hours to do 3 miles and more than 2,000' of elevation gain.  About two miles in, we figured out Libby was carrying too much weight, so Dad graciously took her bear can for the rest of the trip, and we spread out a few of her other things to get her up the pass more comfortably.  As we climbed, Clark's Nutcrackers became more common, and as we climbed into the pass's lower opening we saw the first of the many, many Gray-crowned Rosy Finches that populate the higher elevation areas of the Sierras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3212/2712146339_c28865b858.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3212/2712146339_c28865b858.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the amazing vistas from above Ruby Lake, below Mono Pass.&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2712146339/in/set-72157606436811560/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2712146339/in/set-72157606436811560/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mono Pass is basically a desert, a flat low point on the crest filled with crushed granite gravel (the result of many harsh freezes and thaws over the years) and scarce scattered grasses and flowers - none of which reach higher than a few inches.  We had lunch overlooking Summit Lake, and then began the long descent - equal in length and elevation to our morning's ascent - to Mono Creek.  The long downward slog is hard on your feet, but easy on your lungs, and we eventually found a campsite down under the shadow of Mono Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3154/2712161803_8eeffbbbac.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3154/2712161803_8eeffbbbac.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mono Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2712161803/in/set-72157606436811560/"&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2712161803/in/set-72157606436811560/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the only night we spent under 10,000', which meant that we could have a fire.  It was relaxing to soak our feet in the creek and sit next to the fire, watching the light dim on Mono Rock while bats flicked around the sky.  That night, Libby and I slept well.  We knew we had a long way to go the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've put all the pictures from the first day up onto Flickr, and you can access them by clicking here: &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/sets/72157606436811560/"&gt;Backpack Day 1&lt;/a&gt;.</description>
      <pubDate>2008-07-30 10:19:13</pubDate>
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      <description>We actually drove up to Mammoth on Sunday morning.  An early start got us there by lunch, and the trip seemed quicker partly because we were listening to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The New Treasure Seekers&lt;/span&gt;, by E. Nesbit.  Ever since Gabe gave us his old iPod, we've been enjoying free audio books via &lt;a href="http://librivox.org/"&gt;LibriVox&lt;/a&gt;.  Nesbit's book was good, if typical of her rather unvarying style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our activities over the day and the half we spent at the cabin were pretty simple.  Libby and I took a walk with Grandpa up Mammoth Creek looking for American Dippers, admiring flowers and checking out old prospects.  We didn't find any Dippers, but we saw some other neat birds, including a Kingfisher, a possible MacGillivray's Warbler and a male Lazuli Bunting - by far the highest I've ever seen one.  The flower display was spectacular, with dozens of Tiger Lilies growing along the creek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3107/2712521456_cfd934a488.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 447px; height: 335px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3107/2712521456_cfd934a488.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tiger Lilies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2712521456/in/set-72157606427461016/"&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2712521456/in/set-72157606427461016/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it all the way to a waterfall that cascades down some old broken rock, and we got to see some old mine shafts dug into the rock that Grandpa remembered visiting while they were in operation and he was a boy.  I took some pictures on our walk, which you can see here:  &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/sets/72157606427461016/"&gt;Pre-backpack Set&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3180/2712530922_cd3b6af7de.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 336px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3180/2712530922_cd3b6af7de.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Old Mammoth Consolidated Mine compressor on Red Mountain&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2712530922/in/set-72157606427461016/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/rowleypics/2712530922/in/set-72157606427461016/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we sorted and packed all of our food, and the next day we went with Grandpa to gather wood, checked out some fumaroles bought some last minute supplies at the town's Rite Aid, and got our wilderness permit and bear cans from the Forest Service in town.  I also picked up a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sierra-Nevada-Natural-History-California/dp/0520240960/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1217356698&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;neat book on the natural history of the Sierras&lt;/a&gt; that has distribution information on almost every type of critter that you can find in them there hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of Monday we spent relaxing.  I took a nap and read, and Libby took a nap and read.  Oh, and I went to Emerald Lake early in the morning to look at birds.  Lots of Wilson's Warblers, American Robins and Dark-eyed Juncos, but there were also a few Yellow-rumped Warblers, Orange-crowned Warblers, Thick-billed Fox Sparrows, and Pine Siskins around, too.  Libby and I later found some Hairy Woodpeckers and a Williamson's Sapsucker just up the mine road in a stand of dead trees.  The Sapsuckers that nested in front of the cabin for the last two years have unfortunately moved on.</description>
      <pubDate>2008-07-29 13:45:24</pubDate>
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      <description>We're back from our trip!  We were gone from Sunday to Sunday, entering the back country via the Rock Creek Mono Pass on Tuesday, and re-crossing the crest yesterday (Sunday) through Duck Pass.  We had a great time, and saw a lot of really beautiful things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a Google Map of our approximate route.  There are a few funny things about Google's Map - in Terrain view it moves the Recesses into Mono Creek, and it misnames Rosy Finch Lake as Ross Finch Lake.  If you click on the little tabs it'll give you information on some highlights of the trip - I've labeled all of our campsites and all of the passes we climbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://www.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;t=p&amp;amp;s=AARTsJqQJ3UkRq7NPeZTFtVZWJPQWPCEVg&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=100476891711902373577.000453180e81ca1ccd39d&amp;amp;ll=37.523886,-118.862457&amp;amp;spn=0.381204,0.583649&amp;amp;z=10&amp;amp;output=embed" frameborder="0" height="350" scrolling="no" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;t=p&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=100476891711902373577.000453180e81ca1ccd39d&amp;amp;ll=37.523886,-118.862457&amp;amp;spn=0.381204,0.583649&amp;amp;z=10&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); text-align: left;"&gt;View Larger Map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I get the photos all uploaded to Flickr I'll post links and a little more information about the trip - maybe a short blurb on each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>2008-07-28 10:59:59</pubDate>
      <link>http://mrbubby.blogspot.com/2008/07/backpack-trip.html</link>
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      <description>UPDATED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided my choice of words was too strong or irresponsible in certain cases.  I.e. I don't know Heath Ledger actually committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am not planning on watching the movie since I don't feel comfortable getting enjoyment watching Heath Ledger screw up his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it this way.  Why do we not watch snuff movies?  Because we think it is immoral to watch someone purposefully maim and kill themselves in reality purely for our enjoyment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Heath Ledger doing in TDK?  He is purposefully damaging himself for our enjoyment.  He damages himself so much that he has to take a lethal dose of sleeping pills in order to sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the fact that Heath Ledger damages his mind instead of his body reduce the moral impact of watching what he has done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I say that it makes the impact more grave.  The mind is much more integral to what we do than our bodies.  If we will not watch someone mutilate their bodies because we think it will somehow damage us, shouldn't we be even more concerned about watching someone mutilate their mind?</description>
      <pubDate>2008-07-23 21:03:51</pubDate>
      <link>http://yters.blogspot.com/2008/07/boycott-batman.html</link>
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      <description>Yes, we all know about the creation-evolution controversy.  But, our over concern with that issue has blinded us to thinking about what happens when people take the spiritual realm as being scientifically credible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the theory of ID claims that the human mind can create information, whereas the natural world cannot, the logical implication is that the human mind is not of the natural world.  Thus, there is a above-nature world, i.e. supernatural world, where the mind resides.  So, the scientific success of ID means the scientific credibility of the spiritual realm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this is not all roses for us.  Of course, this means the Christian worldview is now considered rational and scientifically investigatable.  On the other hand, this also means the darker side of the spiritual world is also open to rational investigation.  Now think, who else in recent history has tried to scientifically investigate the spiritual world, and what did they investigate?  Been watching Indiana Jones recently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you can see the dilemma.  This is why Christians need to stop tip-toeing around the reality of spiritual power that Wicca is already investigating and really start doing some hard work in this area.  We need to get there first and start laying down guideposts, or else others may end up lost in the dark woods, and much worse.</description>
      <pubDate>2008-07-23 20:55:50</pubDate>
      <link>http://yters.blogspot.com/2008/07/christians-do-not-recognize-very.html</link>
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      <pubDate>2008-07-23 15:30:30</pubDate>
      <link>http://yters.blogspot.com/2008/07/politics-and-light-use.html</link>
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      <title>Phil Hagelberg: baptism</title>
      <description><p>Sunday was a very special day in Noah&#8217;s life.  He was baptised!  Phil and I were able to bring him before our church and dedicate him before the Lord.</p>
<p>Right after Phil and I became members of our church, Pastor Kelly took Noah and asked us these questions.</p>
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<li><span></span><span></span>Do you acknowledge you child’s need of the cleansing blood of Jesus Christ, and the renewing grace of the Holy Spirit?</li>
<li><span></span><span></span>Do you claim God’s covenant promises in his behalf, and do you look in faith to the Lord Jesus Christ for his salvation, as you do for your own?</li>
<li><span></span><span></span>Do you now unreservedly dedicate your child to God, and promise, in humble reliance upon divine grace, that you will endeavor to set before him a godly example, that you will pray with and for him, that you will teach him the doctrines of our holy religion, and that you will strive, by all the means of God’s appointment, to bring him up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord?</li>
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<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/technomancy/2696934614/" title="img_1995.jpg by Technomancy, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3215/2696934614_4ab0727147.jpg" alt="img_1995.jpg" height="375" width="500" /></a></p>
<p>After we affirmed these statements, Noah was baptised.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/technomancy/2696122353/" title="img_1997.jpg by Technomancy, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3090/2696122353_38055146f3.jpg" alt="img_1997.jpg" height="375" width="500" /></a></p>
<p>This was a very different experience for Phil and I as we were not brought up in churches that practiced infant baptism, but after a lot of prayer and conversations with other believers, we decided that this would be the best thing for our son.  Infant baptism in the Presbyterian church is not one of regeneration (as it is in the Roman Catholic Church), but rather one where we look forward to the time that Noah will put his trust in Jesus Christ as his personal Savior and Lord.  He will still have to make that decision for himself, but it is our job as parents to pray for him that he may come to that saving knowledge.</p>
<p>We were blessed to have Phil&#8217;s mom, aunt, uncle, and grandma to be there, as well as my brother, Loren.  It was a very special time for all of us.</p></description>
      <pubDate>2008-07-23 13:57:10</pubDate>
      <link>http://philisha.net/2008/07/baptism/</link>
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      <description><p>Since our lease on our Shoreline apartment ends in October, we&#8217;ve been looking at the real estate market for a while now. Mostly it was just research, keeping an eye on what kind of things were available at what prices, but last week we started actually visiting them in person. We were thinking for a while that we&#8217;d try to do the move in October right around when our current lease finished. But things don&#8217;t always work out like you think.</p>
<p>First we were taken around to a few places around North Seattle. Right before we left, we saw one listing in south Shoreline that looked interesting that had just been put on the market, but we were in a hurry and didn&#8217;t make note of it. The first few places we saw were all right, but nothing caught our eye. Then we scheduled a visit to the house that we&#8217;d just seen show up, and it was the nicest thing we&#8217;d seen at that price. A lot of work had just been put into it, and the sellers needed to get out in a hurry, so the price was great. We put in an offer on the very next day.</p>
<p>The next day we found out that ours was one of <em>three</em> offers. The market is currently pretty slow in this area, so having that level of activity within one week of putting a house up is virtually unheard of. We were given an opportunity to raise our offer, but it originally included an escalation clause that brought the offer to above the asking price, which was already cutting it pretty close financially for us. So we left our offer as it was and hoped for the best. The next day we found out our offer was accepted!</p>
<p>We&#8217;ll have photos on Flickr before too long. It has three bedrooms and a spacious yard with a great deck and patio, so there&#8217;ll be room for entertaining and for Noah to grow.</p>
<p>This will be an interesting few months for us since we do still have our lease. It will end up overlapping with our mortgage payments, so it&#8217;ll be a bit tight on money for a few months. But this is really an amazing opportunity for us, and having the overlap will make the moving process less hectic. The way the offer situation went made it very clear that we had done the right thing. Our offer was obviously neither too high nor too low. We&#8217;re really thankful for the way it worked out.</p>
<p>As a rule I don&#8217;t plan for anything further than a few years in the future, but this is shaping to be the first time since fifth grade that I would live in one place for longer than two years.</p></description>
      <pubDate>2008-07-21 21:47:59</pubDate>
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      <pubDate>2008-07-21 13:22:37</pubDate>
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