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Thom & Co came out for the weekend, and we had a grand time in the newfallen snow. For the past couple of months, we’ve had a few little snowfalls that never amounted to much more than an inch or two on the ground. It was nice to finally get a proper winter storm.

First we headed up to Blacktail Mountain for some skiing. After agonizing over whether to strap on a snowboard and give it a go, Pepper finally decided to do it. She spent a little while on the bunny hill getting reacquainted with her board, and then hit the slopes. She looked pretty good!

Of course Thom put us all to shame– he’s the best skiier in the group by far. Katie and I had a great time doing some easier runs, and then I entertained Sefton in the lodge while she joined Thom for a while. Although the weather was a little dicey (snowing and breezy), it’s hard to beat $25 lift tickets!

Our next day was spent at Glacier. The fresh snow covered everything and made for a beautiful hike. Sefton was adorable in his little bear-ear hat.

Pepper was adorable too, naturally.

Sefton kept up a pretty steady stream-of-consciousness narration as we walked along the trail.

Short legs get tired hiking through snow, but he was a trooper and we managed to go a little over a mile before we had to turn around.

There were some great overlooks where we could see Lake McDonald in the distance as the sun sank toward the southwest.

The next day we’d gained another six inches of snow, so we decided it was time to ski and sled down the driveway. We were inspired by our friends’ driveway last week. Since our driveway is a steady incline and around a third of a mile long, it made a great course. Thom and I skiied down the fresh snow first.

Then the sledders came down.

We took turns as “designated driver”, coming down in our CR-V so everyone could pile in at the bottom of the driveway and get a ride back to the top. Of course Thom and I decided to hitch the sled to the back of the car and ride it uphill. Aside from exhaust fumes, it was a great ride.

After a few runs, the dense snow was hard-packed and fantastic for sledding. We’d pick up quite a bit of speed, and whipping around the switchback corners was always an adventure because we had to steer with our arms, and we’d often spin out and find ourselves heading downhill backward or something. Our “tracks” were basically the wheel ruts, so it was possible to race side-by-side down the driveway.

It was an absolute blast. This morning, as Thom and Katie were packing up to head back home, we had another six inches of powder on top of everything. The snow was so light and fluffy it was like shoveling air. We cleaned off their car (quite a chore with over a foot of snow on it) and they headed out. As always, it was good to have them visit and we’re excited to go their direction in a few months.

I just learned about the 1904 Olympic marathon. It’s an absolutely bonkers story, and well worth a read. I’ll hit the highlights.

The 1904 Olympics were held in St Louis, and as everyone knows, summertime in Missouri can be a bit warm and humid. The temperatures were in the mid-90’s on the day of the marathon, with humidity well above 90%. The combination created a heat index around 135 degrees. The roads were covered in several inches of dust and included seven hills– some up to 300 feet high– as well as cracked stone that was treacherous to walk on, much less run. Traffic cruised through the streets, including trolley cars and the occasional railroad crossing.

The contestants in the marathon were a ragtag band; most were Americans but perhaps the most colorful was Félix de la Caridad Carvajal y Soto (that’s a mouthful), a Cuban mailman who was famous for walking the length of the island. He arrived in New Orleans on his trip to compete in the Olympics, but lost all his money in a dice game and had to hitchhike to St Louis. After not eating for 40 hours as he traveled north, he showed up in a long-sleeved white shirt, long pants, and a dashing beret. His fellow racers helped him tear his pants at the knee so he could at least run a bit better. Frankly, he looks pretty cool.

At the direction of the Olympics’ chief organizer, the runners were forbidden from drinking water except at a single well along the course. There was a theory that “purposeful dehydration” was beneficial to running and other strenuous exercise. Ahh, sports theories.

Let’s check in on some of the runners:

• William Garcia collapsed partway into the race with severe hemorrhaging. The dusty air had coated his esophagus and ripped his stomach lining. If he hadn’t been rushed to the hospital he likely would have bled to death.
• John Lordon gave up after vomiting uncontrollably from the dust.
• Len Tau was chased a mile off the course by a pack of wild dogs.
• Felix (above) ran quite well, frequently stopping to talk with spectators in broken English. He later noticed an apple orchard and ate a few of the fruits, but they were rotten and he ended up with horrible stomach cramps. He stopped running and decided to take a nap for a while. He eventually finished in fourth place.
• Fred Lorz was cramping badly, so he hopped into a passing car and rode for nearly 11 miles, waving at the spectators and his fellow runners as he passed them. He climbed out of the car and ran triumphantly into the stadium, where he was declared the winner amidst a cheering crowd. The gold medal was about to be hung around his neck by President Roosevelt’s daughter Alice when someone yelled that he’d ridden part of the way. The crowd booed, he was stripped of his victory, and he later claimed he had only done it as a joke.
• Thomas Hicks complained of dehydration but was refused water. Instead, his trainers sponged out his mouth with warm water and fed him egg whites mixed with strychnine. The latter was often used (in small doses) as a stimulant, and there weren’t any rules against doping. He was barely able to run, but kept up a limp, almost robotic trot for miles. He started hallucinating and was given more egg whites and strychnine, this time with some brandy to wash it down. As he entered the final miles of the race, he begged for food, or to just lie down, but his trainers gave him more eggs and brandy and urged him on. When he finally arrived at the stadium, he could hardly move and ended up being carried across the finish line while his legs twitched beneath him. He was promptly given medical care; he had lost eight pounds during the race and would likely have died without immediate care.

At the end of the day, only 14 of 32 runners finished the race. The winning time was a full 30 minutes slower than the next worst Olympic marathon time. It’s widely agreed that it was the worst marathon course of all time (with the possible exception of the original one, I suppose).

History is crazy!

My bank tossed me a security prompt just now as I was logging in. I’d never heard of Grazhdanskaya Oborona before, but apparently they’re an 80’s punk rock band from (surprise!) Russia. I think I’m going to say they’re my new favorite band now, for purposes of security questions…

This evening I was sitting in my office, clacking away on the computer, when I glanced outside and noticed the light was amazing. The sun was nearing the horizon, and it was bathing everything in a brilliant yellow-orange glow. In the grey winter months, it’s rare to see a gorgeous sunset, so…

I grabbed my camera, threw on a pair of hiking boots, and jumped in the car. I raced down the driveway (slipping a bit on the ice, whee), and headed a few miles up the highway to the Bear Dance trailhead. Hopping out of the car, I ran down the half-mile trail to the shore of the lake. I whipped out my camera and started snapping pictures.

I was not disappointed.

Also, I checked the timestamps on my photos and realized it took me ten minutes flat to go from my office to the bottom of the trail on the waterline. Not bad.

Over the past two weeks, we’ve made a disappointing discovery about our house. The well we use to draw water from the aquifer beneath us can’t produce as much flow during the winter months. So as we use our heat (which is geothermal and pulls quite a bit of water from the ground to function), we lose our water pressure. It’s an efficient system in theory, but when the well runs low, things aren’t so great.

Thus, the past two weeks have been a bit of an adventure as we’ve adjusted the thermostats and fiddled with the geothermal system to figure out how to have both warmth and water. Fortunately I have temperature sensors scattered around the houses! They help me to feel like something of a scientist as I figure out the right balance.

Here’s a graph of the past week or so:

The blue line is upstairs in the office– arguably the warmest place in the house, since heat rises. I can’t figure out the huge spike on the 25th, but after that we turned the heat off and watched the temperature drop. Then we turned it back on, with the thermostat at a lower temperature, to see how things went. We edged it up a couple more times, continuing our experiment. The good news is the main house is dialed in around 68 degrees, which is fine for the winter.

The red line is the great room just downstairs. Obviously it’s not actually 10 degrees colder down there… I guess putting the sensor on the hardwood floor wasn’t good positioning. Yesterday I moved it to the bookshelves so it’ll get a better reading (meaning what we might feel walking around down there). There’s still a differential of a couple degrees, but that’s to be expected. All good there.

Then we have the party house, shown in pink (the main room) and green (the lounge, which has two large windows). I’m fascinated by the spiky temperatures there, and Pepper pointed out they’re almost certainly due to the sunlight warming the room each afternoon. The downward trend is pretty obvious there as we basically shut off the heat to the house a week ago. However, when it was down around 52 degrees yesterday, we felt like we had to dial it back up. That’s the steady climb of the pink and green on the far right.

We’re still wrestling with this a bit, but I think we’ll be able to maintain heat (albeit at half capacity on our geothermal condenser) and still have water. Ahh, the joys of homeownership…

As the next round of our ongoing merch wars, Nooch fired another salvo by sending me a cocoa mug with my drawing of The Mandalorian title:

It’s a little hard to see in the photo, but it’s this drawing of The Mandalorian title that I did for my Far Far Away comic.

Now I have to think of something to send him. A pillow?

This morning our friend Susie texted us. “I just built an alpine slide in my back yard… want to come sledding with us?”

What kind of question is that? Of course we wanted to come sledding! We put on some ski pants and a couple layers, and headed over to their place. They live up near Jewel Basin, on the mountainside. Susie had carved out a sled track in their “driveway” (used in the loosest sense). It was about a half mile long! We trucked up to the top of their 40-acre property, sat on our sleds, and headed down.

That’s Susie a little ahead of Pepper. It may be worth noting they don’t have any kids at home; all theirs are grown and moved out like ours. So it was basically four middle-aged adults yelling and whooping as we flew down the hill. Wow, it was a blast. There were a few spots where we had to kind of push with our arms– think a cat track at a ski slope– but there were also some spots where I was absolutely zipping down the hill. The sleds didn’t really have any steering, and I managed to spin 360 degrees a few times. What a hoot.

After four or five runs, we headed into their cozy house for some hot cocoa. Susie promised she’d invite us over again when we get some more snow. Woo hoo!

Driving home from town, I was cruising along the shore of Flathead Lake and felt like I had to stop to take this picture.

It looks like it could be a pleasant summer evening. But it was 20 degrees…

As Pepper and I were teaching seminary today, we decided to help these yahoos prepare to serve missions. The boys are eligible to serve at age 18, which means many of them will apply and head out right after graduating from high school. For some of them, that’s not very far away.

How to best do this? After a bit of thought, we decided to ask some missionaries we know who are serving right now. Not only are they nearly the same age as the kids in our class, but they’re living the mission experience in today’s crazy world. You can’t get much more relevant than that. I sent emails to a half-dozen young men (and one niece) who are serving now, asking for their input about what sorts of things they did to prepare for their missions, what sorts of things they wished they’d done, and what sorts of questions they get from people on the street.

Zaque answered promptly, and said he had so much to share that it would be easier in a video call. We dialed in right away and had an awesome hour-long chat with him about his life as a missionary.

This kid. He even pulled out the scriptures to quote some stuff for us!

He had a lot of great (and very wise) advice, and I was furiously taking notes so we can share it in seminary over the coming weeks…

So my best friend Nooch has a YouTube channel, and he recently hit 500 subscribers. That’s something of a milestone for him (at 1,000 subscribers he can apparently “monetize” the channel), and he decided that to celebrate, he’s going to start selling “merch”. His screen name is nooch2gud, which I’ve never fully understood, but I guess his fans think it’s the best.

Since I’ve been helping him with some artwork, he sent me a complimentary nooch2gud t-shirt. I decided to model it in a variety of poses.

Here’s hoping he hits 1,000 subscribers soon, because I might get a nooch2gud pillow! (Yes, really.)