On Center

So I'm at the coach's pad.

Coach has been taking good care of me.

Thursday early evening he met me at the North Conway library. By the middle of mid evening Coach had me familiar with all of a steady four mile incline leading to a place called Pinkham Notch.

Maybe twenty minutes after cresting that one, Coach had me at the bottom of a memorable mile called Thorne Hill. Fifteen minutes later, at the tail end of mid evening, Coach was off to grab up the chariot while I sat laughing at what we just did.


Day two, Coach had some stuff to sort so I took off three or so miles down one road toward another road called Town Hall. Luckily Coach and one of his assistants showed to pick me up just at the point where the road in front of me had a sign announcing steep grade (down) next two miles. Two on mountain bike and one on a chainless four wheel contraption heading along Town Hall Road: up a mile of paved road then five or so more of up and down dirt road. The bicycle support crew gave excellent support then headed back for the coachmobile while I continued down mostly uphill dirt and gravel. I did my best to get as far as I could before pick up.

Then there is today. Today is center day. Coach was working and I spent the morning reading a boook about endurance nutrition and experimenting with a pressure relief system to save my tailbone. By 1 PM I was ancey and got a ride from the home owner of the quality house where Coach set me up and went back to Town Hall road. Yesterday I tried to stay in the least gravelly part of the road, so today I started from the bottom and went quickly past the paved part and decided to test my stick-to-it-iveness (sp?) and rode the entire unpaved section in the center where the biggest rocks and loosest dirt sit.

Coach said I did okay.

Starting

Okay, got over a minute left on my computer time at North Conway Library.

Reporting from the field!

Flew into New Hampshire yesterday morning. Got incredibly excellent assistance in the form of a free door to door delivery service from airport to destination. I'd tried to set up ground transport over net and phone . After complete denial at other end, I decided to fly up early and set things up from the airport. I set things up pretty well.

Then and Sometimes Now

Right, so today was about travel arrangements and secondary packing.

Yesterday was about arrangements for traveling and primary packing.

(Of course it is Thusday and the today of which I speak is already yesterday, making yesterday even a day further ago.)

On Tuesday I got the front end of my wheelchair well sorted- there's a post in the 'Kinetics' section. The freshly machined stem bolts, brand new bearings, and oh-my-gosh wheels and a dream. I did the essential packing- durable medicals and cloth tape and sorting of piles of everything else.

Today (well, Wednesday) I tried to make travel plans and tried to use a suitcase. Eventually I went to the Supermarket and got some duct tape for the cardboard box suitcase that is my preferred method. I've got non-fiction books. I've got art supplies. I've got discs with excel files in case I get the chance. Gee, I've got Gatoraid! A few more bits to sort and off to the plane. I thought about trains but planes are nearly as cheap.

Live free or live anyway----------------

Wondering

Hey cool, this is awesome, it's going on 6 (well past 6 AM by the time I post) and I'm up and ready for the day.

The local autobody shop top-man is machining me new stem bolts. (Those are the pieces upon which the front wheels swivel.)

Got 5 by 1.5 inch wheels ready to go for chair front. They were donated by www.froglegsinc.com.

On my way into the city to buy a bunch of bearings for the caster housings soon.

Wrestling with three different computers to get digital pics sorted.

Now... so... is Mount Washington part of the Grenville orogeny, Acadian orogeny, Taconic orogeny, Allegenian orogeny, Appalachian orogeny or what???

I'm psyched to check out the biggest erratic on this continent, near Madison, New Hampshire.

I'm psyched about the front end alignment my wheelchair is getting from the autobody/metalworker supreme proprietor of Crowson Overstreet Collision near my home. (Well, actually he's just a friend of my dad's whose taken good care business-wise.)

From what I've been reading, it appears that the Himalayas will only take 200 million years to erode back to sea level once they get done boasting.

Striving

Okay, so what does any one thing have to do with any other thing?

But really though, what does any single thing at all have to do even with itself?

Still home. Still have things to fix and things to alter and things to create.

Still have to get out and still have to get in.

Still have to pay attention. Still have to ignore.

Hoping to show up and get started on Thursday.

Asking (me)

Sunday, 5:32 PM. 532 is six more than 526. Great, now it os 5:34, where am I trying to take this?

Okay so this is the week to get from Philly to North Conway. Need new stem bolts. Need better back cushioning. Need to do some sewing. Need to get out of the clouds if I'm gonna get into them.

6288, Mount Washington summit altitude in feet. 1565, altitude at base of Autoroad. 2, distance in inches the book I'm reading says a mountain erodes in a thousand years.

Want to organise drawing photos before I head out. Want to do at least one more drawing before I go.

Got to eat. Want to make a call. Hoping to clean my room. Yearning to be productive this evening. Crossing my fingers in the back of my mind.

post one

Firstly I must say, *&^% all this name nonsense. I tried like ten or so, no 15 at least differnet names before copying off of a better blogger I had seen blogging.

What now? I'm in, and this is the trash receptacle of blogging. No, this here is the secret trash receptacle of blogging- the place where even I can leave stuff without worry.

So I'll be starting on my way back to New Hampshire soon: for discipline, redundancy, kinesthetic memory, metobolic gratification, and also to measure my boundaries.

So sure, follow me or not. I'll be wanting to post a log.