With some spectacular weather in New York last weekend, my wife thought it would be a good idea to go hiking as a family. Pre-kids, my wife and I did a lot of hiking together.
Being spur of the moment, we checked the web for hiking spots close to Brooklyn that wouldn’t be too hard for a 4 year old. That’s a bit of a crap shoot if you don’t know the spots, so we rolled the dice and headed to the Cranberry Lake Preserve in Westchester. Figuring a lake hike can’t have too many hills and there were a few short hikes so it looked like a good call.
And it was.
My wife was afraid that it might be too easy, one of those paths that are more like walks than hikes, but it wasn’t that. There were ups and downs and you had to scramble over logs and streams. There were some rickety wooden bridges that added some fear factor and even one that had been washed out forcing us to turn back and try a different path. Tori started out holding my hand for support, but about halfway through she started taking off on her own (and only fell once).
Just the right amount of challenge to make it fun but not discourage the girls. They are now both really excited about going hiking again.
The obligatory pictures:
The Bent Bridge – this was a sturdy oneSnacks by a waterfallClimbing a big rock
It’s hard to believe 9/11 was almost 10 years ago. I’m pretty much out of things to say about it. I’ll always think back on the folks we lost.
A bunch of the old gang will be getting together for drinks to commemorate the anniversary. I haven’t decided if I will join them or just spend the day with my family. More and more on 9/11 I find myself just wanting to be with my girls.
But that gang, from the fun days at STARS, has really scattered. So maybe I’ll drag the family to an old bar in lower Manhattan to see everyone…
We just finished our vacation in Cape Cod. This is the fourth year we’ve gone to this same beach house, so regular blog readers can pretty much refer to any of the last three year’s posts, (2008, 2009, or 2010) to get the general sense. This year’s post will be mainly pictures.
This year we had absolutely spectacular weather except for the very beginning and the very end. We knew we were in for a rainy ride up, but it looked like just a regular rainy day. So we took off without really checking traffic reports. Not a good move.
As we were driving, major roads had lanes closed due to flooding. As we approached the Whitestone Bridge to get out of the city, traffic suddenly comes to a halt. We see people turning around and going the wrong way off an on ramp to get away. Never a good sign.
A little further we see the big traffic sign:
Flooding conditions ahead. All lanes closed.
Suddenly the people going the wrong way on the on ramp made perfect sense. So we did the same. We find an alternate route and get across the bridge.
A bit later, going up I-95, we see a traffic sign saying:
Accident at Connecticut Exit 2. Major delays.
Well, great. We turn on the traffic report to hear that a tractor trailer has flipped and I-95 northbound is completely closed. Time for alternate route #2. But we get around that craziness, the rain subsides and a normal 5 1/2 drive is just 6 1/2 hours. Really not bad, all things considered.
We had to put up with one more day of rain. But we still manage to have some fun on the beach. This is Danielle doing handstands. This will be a major theme of this vacation:
Tori watching Danielle do a handstand
But after that day, the weather was perfect every single day. So it was all beach, all the time. Our beach at low tide:
Skaket Beach
There were minnows and hermit crabs to catch:
Danielle catching minnowsVictoria catching minnowsVictoria with a tiny hermit crab
Seashells to find:
Danielle with sea shellsDanielle, Tori and me collecting shells and crabs
boats to ride:
Tori trying to row
and of course, more handstands:
Danielle (right) and a friendDanielle (again)
For the second week some friends joined us. They have twins (boy and girl, Cooper and Marieé) age 6. The kids play well together and the great thing about this beach is that the water gets deep so slowly you can give the kids a lot of slack without worrying:
The four of them as I watch from the deck
And aside from handstands, there was a lot of hula-hooping:
Danielle and CooperTori and Danielle draw a crowd
and fun meals on our deck.
Cooper, Danielle, Marieé and Tori
The only time we left the beach was to go bike riding on the Cape Cod Rail Trail, usually with an ice cream shop as the destination:
Tori and her ice cream (not to scale)Elly and an appreciative DanielleA silly Marieé and Tori
During a walk on the beach, we saw an older guy with his adult daughter digging. Tori of course, immediately goes up to them and asks what they are doing. They were clamming. Digging for clams right there. So the guy explains how to look for the little holes that result from clams squirting water so you know where to dig and the kids help out. They help find several claims and we have a great time.
So the next day Danielle says, “I want to go dig for claims”. Now we have no clue if there’s a certain time of day or spot or what. The tide is different so we can’t just go back to the same spot. So we find as similar a spot as possible and look for those holes. And guess what? Clamming is easy. We’re finding clams bigger than your fist and we fill up a big bucket. My wife made clams casino.
The next day we are out there doing it again, and people are asking us how to do it (hey, we’ve done it twice now, we’re experts). So now we have other people giving us clams and having a grand ole time.
Victoria watching Cooper dig a claimDanielle gets a clam
What else? Well, of course there was dancing…
Victoria showing her movesDanielle and Cooper
and ridiculous sunsets…
Every night was like this…
The only downside was Hurricane Irene coming just a bit too early. With it due to hit Brooklyn late Saturday night, we knew that we couldn’t stay until Sunday. We left around 1:15 PM on Saturday afternoon. Most people must have heeded the warnings, because we’ve never seen such little traffic coming home from Cape Cod. We were home before 6 including a McDonald’s stop, just beating the beginning of the heavy rain.
All in all, a fantastic vacation for me and my girls…
We’re still a bit in low budget mode, so our spring vacation was to Orlando where my wife’s brother lives. And we managed a couple of days at Disney to make the girls happy (somehow, no matter how hard you try, Disney is not low budget).
It was a nice trip. Our girls Uncle Herbie has a new dog, a Chihuahua to go with their Golden Retriever (talk about an an odd size ratio) and our girls love dogs.
Danielle prefers the big dog, but still loved the little one:
But Tori has always been a little dog fan:
Regular blog readers might find this picture familiar, except the last time I posted it, Danielle was catching the fish:
And of course there was Disney. We had to do at least one character meal. Tori, as the second child, gets the bad deal here. I think we did three character meals for Danielle when she was four (ok, we had a bit more money then too).
So Tori got breakfast with Winnie the Pooh and company:
We stayed a couple nights at Animal Kingdom Lodge which was nice for the girls. This was the view from our balcony:
And these two just couldn’t get along:
And this was just behind the pool:
Tori was good on the rides, though she’s a bit of a scaredy-pants. Danielle will ride anything, but Tori doesn’t like dark rides, or overly fast ones. The best picture came from Splash Mountain. To look at the picture, you would think Tori loved this ride. The truth is that she cried for half of it. But check her out in the picture, hands up having fun:
My wife and oldest daughter are in Florida. My other daughter has a two day sleepover (it’s her spring break). So I’m totally by myself.
Party! Craziness! Debauchery!
Or not.
I guess I’m just old. I did go out to dinner both nights (new pizza joint on Monday and my favorite bar on Tuesday). But for the most part I just worked a bit more.
Had the weather been nicer I might have taken advantage and run outside. But we got snow and it got cold, so that didn’t seem like a great idea.
At this point in my life, bachelorhood is way overrated…
For kids, a scooter is the perfect vehicle for Brooklyn. Compact, highly portable, no issues with locking it up and frankly they are fun. To really move in Brooklyn you want a scooter with larger wheels like the Razor A5 (Danielle’s). The big wheels eat up the bumpy sidewalks. Of course for little kids the Mini kick three wheel scooter is by far the best (Tori’s).
So both my girls ride their scooters and I find myself jogging along side them. Danielle has said numerous times, "Papi, you should get a scooter". My wife, however, cringes at the thought of me riding a scooter. Something about middle aged guys looking ridiculous…
This Christmas she apparently relented, and my present from the girls was a scooter (the A5, just like Danielle). My wife, of course, refuses to be seen with me while I’m riding it, but the girls were happy.
So today, Danielle and I went to school together on our matching scooters. Very fun. And after I dropped her off I continued to work and arrived 10 minutes earlier than usual (there’s a great hill going down into DUMBO – may not be so great going home).
And I arrived in a slightly better mood. Scootering is fun.
Work is busy and life is busy. Origami is selling well (even I can sell Origami – I’m 2-0 on sales calls), our clients are happy and my family is hitting the busy season.
So far I owe a posting for Halloween (a witch and Princess Tiana for Danielle and Tori, respectively). Danielle’s 8th birthday is tomorrow, but her party is postponed for an extra week because my niece is getting married in Chicago this weekend and the girls are flower girls in the wedding. So wedding this weekend, Danielle’s party next weekend and then Tori turns 4 the weekend after that.
Oh yeah, my birthday will be completely forgotten somewhere in the middle there.
Then Thanksgiving and then the crazy holidays. And during this we have to implement a ton of new clients. But that’s a good problem to have.
I’m on vacation in Cape Cod. We’re at the same place we always go to and having the same fabulous time.
Regular blog readers may recall that one of the things I love about Skaket Beach is how it is two very different beaches depending on the tide.
At high tide you have a small beach and plenty of water to swim.
At low tide, swimming is out. You can walk about a mile straight out without getting your belly button wet. It’s all about catching hermit crabs and minnows and sea shells.
And of course in the evenings it’s all about the sunsets…
We’re about to head up to Cape Cod for vacation. We’re going to the same beach house we’ve rented the last two summers. Everyone is excited.
I do need this vacation. It’s different than at other jobs. I don’t need to get away from the work environment. I still love Origami, love the team, love the dynamic. But with a startup, there’s definitely stress.
Early on the stress was, "will we get enough clients to make this work?". That’s some big stress. And that was a real question for a while, certainly longer than we hoped.
The interesting thing is how quickly the stress shifted to, "holy crap, we have a bunch of clients to implement". This is much better stress to have, but it’s still stress. And I am primarily Service Dude at the moment, so most of the implementation work is mine.
I don’t think implementations are more or less stressful than development work. But I’m more used to development work. As a more known quantity, development is less stressful for me. Since we haven’t done a lot of implementations, each one seems like a new adventure. But so far we have really great clients and I am enjoying working with them.
So I’m hoping to get some real relaxation in. The beach with the family really couldn’t be better. And I need to recharge. Because Origami is selling like hotcakes.
We’re going to be working our butts off the rest of the year…
As readers of this blog know, my Mom passed away a year ago. Like my father, she wanted to be cremated, and like my father she wanted her ashes spread at our family’s cottage in Northern Wisconsin.
We weren’t able to do this right after the funeral. And with me and my two brothers spread across the country, it took us a while to get together to do this. Yesterday we finally all got together at our cottage.
The cottage is here:
You can zoom in and see the small lake, Pickeral Lake, that we are on. It’s in the middle of the woods. Nothing fancy, a simple cottage that was originally a hunting lodge. But if you like just hanging out on a lake in the woods, it’s beautiful.
We got the cottage when I was around 9. Prior to that we always went camping, so this was a major upgrade. As I think back, we didn’t actually do a lot there. Swim, canoe, lie on the dock, read, grill brats, chop wood, build fires, try not to burn down the forest. I loved the place.
Living in New York, I obviously don’t get there much. It’s a three hour drive from the Green Bay airport. And it’s not like there aren’t nice places closer.
But the place has a lot of memories. My mom loved wildflowers so she loved to walk around the lake. We’d be walking and she would see some random flower and invariably say something like, “oh, what’s the name of that flower again?”. And she was asking me. A teenage boy. So she would either get the exasperated, “Mom, you always ask me and I never know” response, or more commonly the wise-ass, “that’s the pretty purple kind” response. To which she would invariably reply, “Oh Steve…”.
We would just spend hours hanging out on the dock. We’d read, Mom would bring down some cheese and crackers. We’d go for a canoe ride, Mom would bring down some nuts. We’d go for a swim, Mom would bring down some Doritos. Life was good.
So there’s really no better place to spread Mom’s ashes. It was a place she and my Dad loved, and it’s a beautiful spot. So yesterday I spent a few hours reminiscing with my brothers about the cottage. We took the canoe out. I swam across the lake. We talked some more and then we spread her ashes around. It was a gorgeous day at the lake, and while a sad task, it felt right.