Olympic Memories: Alpine Skiing

February 18, 2010
My father and I had so many great experiences at the Salt Lake City 2002 Olympics it's not even funny. To sum them up in three brief entries is impossible as I created a whole scrapbook of the event, and still could've put more in there about what we did and saw. From watching Americans Casey Fitzrandolph and Kip Carpenter win gold and bronze, respectively, in the men's 500m speed skating to the fun times we had out in Park City, Utah, there's just so much that I could say. But really, nothing can top our ride to our first event, men's downhill skiing, in terms of absurdity.

We woke up bright and early on our first day there to head to the bus station. I had booked private coach for us to all of our events. From what I read, traffic was going to be a nightmare so I figured it best to let a local do the driving for us so we can sit back and socialize with other Olympic spectators.

It was a cold winter morning before 6am as we trudged through snow drifts past other Olympic venues, trying to make our way to the bus station. As it turns out, we were a little over zealous in getting there, arriving before anyone else. As we weren't sure how long of a walk it was though, it was probably best we left early. Still though, it was a cold morning no matter how many layers we had on.

When the bus finally arrived, late, the driver had no idea where we were to go. He even turned around, to the group he was supposed to transport, and asked us if he knew where we were supposed to go and how we were to get there. A collective groan was released as we were already on edge due to his tardiness. And when we got on the road, it didn't get any better either as it was like finding a needle in a haystack for him.
It certainly didn't help either that the windshield kept frosting up, making it impossible for the driver to see the road. A pair of passengers pulled out credit cards, along with anything else they thought would work, and attempted to scrape off the glass as we chugged along, but their efforts did little more than create a small hole through which the driver could see.

The ineptness of it all was quite dumbfounding. I mean, first the bus driver arrives late. Then, once he's finally there, he has no idea where he's supposed to go. When we tell him where to go, he leaves without actually knowing how to get there. And then, to top it all off, he couldn't get the heater and defrost to work properly so he could see where we were going.

Yeah, we ended up arriving late. But that's also because traffic into the venue was horrible. As it turns out, Salt Lake Olympic Committee President Mitt Romney - yeah, that Mitt Romney - was actually out there directing traffic. As we missed half of the event, including all three medal winners, it makes me shudder to think of what it would've been like had he ended up running the country, but that was neither here nor there at this point as he wasn't running for President quite yet.
Regardless of it all, we still had a great time during what we saw of the event. I was able to squeeze my big frame up to the front of the general admission area to stand right along the railing to cheer the skiers coming down the hill, including the 9th place American finisher. But, what truly exemplified the Olympic spirit at the event for me was when I saw an Irish, yeah an Irish, skier crash only to get back up and finish the race. When he fell he knew there was no way he was going to medal, he probably even knew that going in, but he got up nonetheless and tried his best to finish strong. It was quite an impressive showing of sportsmanship.

In general our first Olympic event experience was disappointing. I know no other word to sum it all up as we missed so much. Despite all that though, we had a great time and were happy to be there among the crowd of people to celebrate the Games and the spirit of competition. That great feeling hung with us wherever we went during our week in Utah, and it's one that still comes alive in me when I see the Olympics on television. It really is an experience like none other and one that I would recommend for anyone to take hold of if given the chance.
 

Olympic Memories: Ice Hockey

February 17, 2010
If I had to choose one event to see at the Olympics it would be ice hockey. I grew up in Minnesota and thus grew up an ice hockey fan. I became interested in the sport too late to play, which is about 8-years-old in Minnesota, but held on to that love nonetheless. So, when my father and I purchased our ticket packages for the Salt Lake City Olympics in 2002, I knew I had to make sure I had some good puck in there to go with all the other events we'd see. And no, that didn't just mean me try...

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Olympic Memories: The Luge

February 16, 2010
A lot of memories are flooding back to me from my 2002 trip the Salt Lake City Olympics with my father thanks generally to the Vancouver Olympics currently taking place in British Columbia, Canada. There are so many great things that I experienced while there that it's difficult to talk about them in one post; I mean, I volunteered during the Olympic torch ceremony here in Denver, I road tripped to the games with my father, and I experienced the rush of seven separate events. Heck, I was even...

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Travels with Flat Carter

February 8, 2010
A couple of weeks ago I received my nephews school project in the mail. Yes, I too remember the day when I did my own homework, but now it's not like that thanks to Flat Stanley. It's a whole new ball game as kids send projects away to friends and family to learn about their lives and what it's like where they live. I have happily received Flat Carter, and have some big plans for the little guy.

We started out the other with visits to the Kirkland Museum of Fine & Decorative Art (abov...

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Vacation Nest Egg

January 25, 2010
My father is a frugal person. I guess that's something that's never been one of my better traits as I like to spend. I think I take more after my mother as she always told me that life is short and you never know when your last day could be so you may as well enjoy it. I think I probably took her a bit too literally as I could do with a bit of my father's sense, or cents in this instance, but that's just how I live life I guess.
When I was at the University of Minnesota I wanted to sa...

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Christmas Snow Driving

December 24, 2009
I find long drives a bit theraputic; they allow me to relax, unwind and work through anything that's been on my mind lately. Some drives, like those home to Minnesota, can be a bit on the long side and tiring too, but I don't mind them so much. Well, I don't mind them until I get stuck in a blizzard, which has happened the last few years during my holiday drive to or from Colorado.

Generally I celebrate an early Christmas with the family so my brother's and sister's families can do a San...

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The Minneapolis Institute of Arts

December 17, 2009
I have a handful of favorite places that I like to hit when I go home to the Minneapolis area. And yeah, most of them may actually be restaurants and bars, but a few aren't; one in particular is the Minneapolis Institute of Arts. It's a great place to get lost and look at some high class art for free. Yep, that's right, it's doesn't cost a dime if you're visiting the main part of the museum - special exhibits are extra.

Normally I drop in for an hour or two to bridge a gap that I have in...

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Saqqara & The Step Pyramid of Djoser

December 1, 2009
I love seeing things in person that I feel are things that can be dubbed as "you only see in books." I think that's part of why I love traveling so much. I love to go places and actually see these things in person to know what it's all about, opposed to just turning the pages in another book. One of the greatest kicks I've had in traveling though was when I was at Saqqara in Egypt with my friend Brian.

To explain, I read at least one book about the history of a country I'm visiting befo...

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The Sydney Opera House

November 24, 2009
October 31, 2009
It's easy to identify a place by a particular building or landmark. For instance, Egypt will always be identified with the pyramids or France with the Eiffel Tower. The very same can be said for Sydney, Australia with the Sydney Opera House as one will forever be linked with the other. As such, when I arrived in Sydney, I made straight for the second-most photographed building in the world, the Taj Mahal being the first, to see what all the fuss was about.
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Antarctica ~ 2004

November 13, 2009
I'm hesitant to discuss Antarctica as it's the most beautiful place I've ever been and an influx of an additional amount of tourism can do harm to this fragile environment. On the other hand though, it is the singular most spectacular place I've ever visited and one that any person should snatch the opportunity to experience. Never before and not since have I seen such spectacular beauty and wildlife that's actually given me pause to consider a job there.

Antartica, the southern polar r...

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