Long Ride Home

Valentine's Day Run in Brooklyn Heights

2010-02-14T15:19:00.000-05:00

Crew Alumni Row

2009-04-12T17:18:00.003-04:00

A little pre-row warmup on the boathouse ergs.

TU Crew alumni ladies.

TU Crew alumni men.

Max, the architect of the event, holds forth.

Group photo, post-row.

Here's the rest of the album:

crew alumni row

More Glaciares!

2009-04-05T20:49:00.005-04:00

Lago de Los Tres, at sundown.

Poincenot on the left, Fitz Roy on the right shrouded in clouds.

Fitz Roy, reflected in a puddle.

Glaciares National Park, Argentina

2009-04-05T20:22:00.007-04:00

This is a pocket-sized park that surrounds Monte Fitz Roy.

Our bus broke down on the way there, stranding us for three hours or so. I and a few others entertained ourselves by pegging rocks at a large stone from the berm that lined the road (three hits in about twenty minutes... not easy). Eric, who I hiked with later, cracked open a bottle of wine with his wife.

This is the glacier on the back (west) side of the Poincenot needle and Fitz Roy. The is a lake cupped by enormous piles of loose galcial scree, which was very difficult to hike around to get adjacent to the glacier. It was intensely windy on the way back, enough so to move you a foot or two sideways each time you took a step.

Close up of the seracs at the foot of the glacier.

Lago de los Tres, at the foot of Fitz Roy. It's about a hour's hike from the campsite. This photo was taken near sunset; another hiker loaned me a trekking pole to help me get out to this rock without taking a tumble into the lake.

This is the view on the way out of Los Piedras camp site. There are a lot of brooks of utterly clear glacier meltwater, with duckboards and small bridges over them.

Torres del Paine Trek

2009-03-22T17:25:00.003-04:00

Me and Kate up towards the top of Valles Frances. The Cuernos are to our left.

Los Cuernos del Paine.

Kate is exhausted, and taking a nap on the afternoon of our third day of hiking. We're on the lawn at Lago Pehoe, on our way to Camp Italiano at the base of Valles Frances.

Above Glacier Grey, leaning into the wind as a passerby snaps our photo.

Kate above Glacier Grey on Day 2.

Leaning into the wind, at a lookup about two hours north of Lago Grey overlooking Glacier Grey. It must've been about a 70 mph wind or so.

Overlooking Glacier Grey. By the short shorts, you can see that we had really great weather for the first few days of our hike.

Kate is not amused by the prospect of the ladders which were lashed to the sides of the steeper hillsides on our hike from our campsite on the beach at Lago Grey up towards Campomento Los Pasos.
Glacier Grey. There were lots of fire-denuded hillsides, and a high hot sun that made me glad I'd packed shorts.

Kate above Lago Grey.

Torres del Paine on the right, above an unknown lake on the way towards the park entrance.

Guanacos grazing in sight of the Cuernos del Paine.

Cuernos on the right, Cumbre Principal and attendant peaks on the left. Shot from the catamaran that brought us from the park entrance to Lago Pehoe, where we started our hike.

Patagonia!

2009-03-21T14:22:00.001-04:00

Patagonia

Penultimate Game at Yankee Stadium

2008-09-21T18:05:00.003-04:00

The final day game at Yankee Stadium, with the team moving across the street for 2009. I went with Michael, on a whim, picking up tickets from StubHub about 50 minutes before game time.

Alaska!

2008-07-17T13:11:00.000-04:00

Alaska

Hiking and Getting Lost

2008-04-27T12:25:00.000-04:00

Breakneck Ridge Hike

Last Opening Day at The Stadium

2008-04-13T19:50:00.001-04:00

The new Stadium going up across the street at River and 161st.

The field and mostly empty stadium 40 minutes before the game.

Chien-Ming Wang, starter and winner for the first game of the last season in the old park, walks to the bullpen to warm up.

The Blue Jays and Yankees lining up along the first and third baselines for introductions and colors.

Joba gets in his warmup tosses prior to starting the eighth inning.

Spring!

2008-04-13T15:44:00.000-04:00

A nice arch of blooming trees on the northern end of Waverly Place.

Tree in the courtyard behind Waverly Inn on the coner of Bank and Waverly Place.

Magnolia tree in bloom in Sheridan Square park.

Snow at last!

2008-02-22T12:56:00.001-05:00

First snowstorm of any size for the winter.

I like the smiley face that someone has scribed on the passenger-side window.

View from the roof of my office building at 1440 Broadway.

I like the look of this granite rail covered in snow, along 40th street heading east towards Fifth Avenue.

The New York Public Library looks great all the time, but even a bit better in a snowfall.

This is the right-hand lion, so I think it's Lenox. (Astor is the other one.)

MapMyRun.com

2008-02-14T12:14:00.001-05:00

long run stopping at Whole Foods
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I love this site.

Homeward Bound

2008-01-20T01:13:00.000-05:00

Puerto Jimenez in the early morning. We were on our way to catch our flight back to San Jose.

I made a friend with one of the many, many stray dogs in town. This pup actually followed us to the airfield and tried to clamber up the stairs to the plane to come with us.

National Park: Day Three

2008-01-19T01:09:00.000-05:00

A big ol' spider making her home in the Sirena ranger station.

A white-face coati.

I like this tree clinging to the cliff above the beach. The tide is way in, which made the hike back a bit sporty in some places.

A spider monkey.

This was about as close as we got to spider monkeys... maybe twenty feet, vertical.

This is behind a smallish waterfall on the hike back, where we stopped for a late lunch. There were a few deepish pools to swim in, and I took advantage.

Coconut milk.

Riding back to town in the collectivo.

2008-01-18T01:02:00.000-05:00

The airstrip at dawn.

Stranglemonkey trees. I love the exposed root systems.

Tapir tracks in the sand.

Crocodile footprints!

Kate's smiling, but I'm not acting like I'm having a good time. I am! Really!

Lianas climbing the trees in the rain forest.

A macaw.

Crocodile sunning itself along the Rio Sirena.

Looking for sharks. They could be see as the tide comes in, filling the mouth of the river. You could see their fins poking out of the water when the wave troughs rolled past them.

A tapir, with a radio collar, sleeps in a mud wallow during the mid-day heat.

A medium sized skink.

2008-01-17T00:50:00.000-05:00

A vaquero on the road to the national park.

Starting along the beach.

Many skulls of monkeys, tapir, and other creatures. There are some deadly snakes in formaldehyde, and pieces of a whale's spine.

Bananas! B-A-N-A-N-A-S!

We drank the water untreated. Yeah. We're that bold.

There was a waterfall and kettle pool about four hours into the hike that made for a nice swim.

The pool. At its deepest it was eight or ten feet.

Footprints in the sand. We're almost to the ranger station at Sirena.

The entire peninsula is ruled by crabs. These red ones were incredibly fast and difficult to catch with your hands.

A sloth.

Hi sloth!

He had a runny nose. You could see it drip from where we were standing. And, as would be expected, he moved quite slowly.

Walking along the airstrip to Sirena station. The beach is behind us, and the strip is maybe a kilometer long.

The porch of the ranger station.

This macaw hung out at the station quite a lot. A ranger said it was a she.

Making friends.

Coveting Kate's black beans and rice.

Still coveting Kate's dinner.

2008-01-15T00:42:00.001-05:00

Another sunrise over Osa bay.

An infant, his mother, and Elliot play on the beach at dawn.

Elliot and the infant's mother make tracks in the damp sand. The tide is just going out.

Elliot shows off a small fry.

Elliot shows off what has been his home for the last seven months. It's been all over South America, and was shipped from Columbia to Panama. Apparently you cannot drive from South to North America, because FARC controls a part of the country that it is unwise to pass through.

Kate is using her skills to make nice with Eliot, the son of a British/Kenyan couple who were camping up the beach from us. That's their Range Rover with a tent on it in the background. We were sharing Oreos at this point, which is always good for making friends.

I got up and rode the second wave I ever tried!

Brother and sister are both excellent surfers. For real.

Kate takes a mid-day siesta, post-surfing.

A bat colonized the top floor of the cabana we rented for two nights, when we'd had our fill of sand and howler-monkey wakeup calls. The bat was discovered while Kate was napping.

Kate was not all that pleased he was there.

A very large toad.

Osa: Ants, Flowers, Older Women on ATVs

2008-01-14T07:11:00.001-05:00

Sunrise as seen from within the tent.

A fishing charter picks up clients on playa Pan Dulce.

Leafcutter ants marching in formation

Some unidentified flower.

Low tide.

The owner of the Esperanza bar, with her Jack Russell and a few bouquets, on her ATV.

Osa: Sunrise, Puppies, Skinks of a Certain Size

2008-01-13T06:43:00.000-05:00

Sunrise looking over the Osa bay. This is about six o'clock or so. We had quick sunsets (since the sun went down in the jungle behind us) but really great sunrises every single day. We were awake for all of them, since the howler monkeys crowed an hour before sun-up without fail.

The water was perfectly warm, and the beach about half and half between blonde sand and pebbles.

More colors as the sun rises over the mainland.

We're looking across the bay, eastward. The water is a pretty placid piece of the Pacific.

Pelicans would divebomb for fish every morning at dawn.

Kate stands in the surf.
More sunrise.

A very cute stray dog. The stray dog density was perhaps 0.25 x D, where D is the mathematical constant representing the maximum stray dog density as achieved in Darjeeling. 0.25 x D is a lot of dogs.

There were many large iguanas and medium-sized skinks.

Osa!

2008-01-12T12:13:00.001-05:00

Repacking our framepacks, going from Puerto Jimenez to Osa. Making sure that everything's well distributed and whatnot.

Kate models her 35 pound pack. Some things didn't fit, so we had to lash them to the outside.

It was a 50 minute flight in a Cessna Caravan... very small aircraft. They had to weigh both our baggage and ourselves before we got on, it was so small. The plane took us from the capital of San Jose to Puerto Jimenez, a small town on the Osa Peninsula.

Kate poses by the propeller of our tiny plane.

On the airstrip at Puerto Jimenez, another plane taxis for takeoff.

Hermit crabs! I'd crack open coconuts for them, and they'd go nuts.

See how close our tent was to the water line? At high tide the waves couldn't've been more the fifteen feet from where we slept.

Campfire on the beach. This was really the only night we bothered; cooking on the whisperlite was much easier, and when the sun went down we really just wanted to go to sleep.

Head of the Charles

2007-10-20T13:30:00.000-04:00

Things started to get a little sporty around the Eliot Bridge.

Lizzie is not amused.

Baltimore Marathon Relay

2007-10-15T13:30:00.001-04:00

Sunday Walk

2007-10-07T10:47:00.000-04:00

This bridge flies over Staple Street.

I really like this cast iron storefront, the purplish bloom on the metal in particular.

Switzerland Photo Album

2007-08-22T22:27:00.000-04:00

Switzerland

Viv and David's Wedding!

2007-05-19T23:29:00.000-04:00

What says "We'll be together forever!" better than Journey?

Nicole and Josh's Wedding

2007-05-11T13:48:00.000-04:00

Josh's Wedding Album

Birthday at Tia Pol

2007-05-02T22:34:00.001-04:00

2007-04-20T00:45:00.000-04:00

Comprehensive Trek Album

Singalila Ridge Trek

2007-04-13T14:22:00.000-04:00

The hill station town of Darjeeling.

A man walking up a steep, steep incline with a trunk and a basket of live hens on his back.

Darjeeling women walking under the bridge that connects Glenary's Bakery to the mall.

There were many, many stray dogs in Darjeeling town.

In the bazaar were fruitmongers, cloth and clothing sellers, hair-cutters, and this man who was making jewelry with a small oil flame and hand tools.

The bright-colored stones, gateway, prayer flags, and hanging bells of the Buddhist shrine at the hilltop above Darjeeling town.

School children make their way home through the narrow bazaar at the top of Darjeeling. All the schools seemed to require British-style dress for class.

This woman was selling hot tea for three or four rupee on the street where Jeeps met travellers on their way to trailheads and nearby villages.

Starting up the trail.

These men are breaking cobbles to size with hammers and fitting them into the path.

Women laboriously carrying firewood from the uplands down to the valley villages.

Tibetan runes carved on boulders alongside the trail.

The trail passed many small villages of four or five buildings and maybe thirty people as it wound up into the foothills.

To the left the porters' shortcut winds up a steeper hillside than the main trail to the right. Whenever possible, we hiked the porters' route.

Buddhist prayer flags on pikes. There was a lot of fog almost every day, on account of a strong wind from Bengal. When the wind swung around and came from Tibet, as happened on later days in the mornings, it was crisp and clear.

Golconda

2007-04-10T21:02:00.000-04:00

Golconda

Golconda fort and the tombs of the Nizan kings. Also, Chris eats a dosa the size of a small dog.

Everything looks so damn Indian

2007-04-09T23:23:00.000-04:00

India (Hyderabad)

Some early photos from India.

West Side Highway Run

2007-03-24T16:05:00.000-04:00

Just an archway that I like, off Bedford Street on the way north to Christopher. There's a small courtyard that's very nice, which I didn't take photos of because some tenants had their front doors open to the yard and were doing work on their interiors. When I hit Christopher, I turn west to get to the Hudson.

This is a pier at West 26th Street which is designed to allow loaded rail cars to roll directly off the decks of cargo ships. There's a lot of old iron gearing, probably to raise or lower the end of the pier to the proper deck height for whatever ship is in port.

Iron wheels for hand-powering the works.

The gearing seen through a pair of timbers.

2007-03-24T15:06:00.000-04:00

These gears were in reasonably good shape considering how long they'd been in disuse.

A gargoyle in a garden on the West Side park that's been under development the past few years.

A ruined shipping pier. This one had caught fire in the 1970s, and the framework was twisted and warped from the heat.

Another shipping pier. I like the crows nest above the water-side end of the rails, which seems like it controls the raising and lowering of the pier to deck level.

2007-03-24T15:02:00.000-04:00

A tunnel which takes the West Side Highway path under the road and up a hill, to where it flows into the promenade of Riverside Park. This is about a quarter mile north of the 79th Street boat basin.

A Civil War memorial off Riverside Drive, seen from the rocks at the top of the running path at 91st Street. This is where I usually turn around, if I'm doing a ten mile run.

Claremont Riding Academy, on 89th Street off Riverside Drive. The club is near the bridle paths of Central Park. From the sidewalk outside it smelled pleasantly of horse manure, hay, and animals.

A ramp and hay elevator in the club, for taking silage to all the levels of the stables.

2007-03-24T15:01:00.000-04:00

Looking up the shaftway of the hay elevator. I assume that it's just for hay; I have no idea if it's sturdy enough to take horses up and down. I very much doubt it, considering the elevator lines are rope rather than steel cable.

The running path around the reservoir in Central Park. The circumference is about one and a half miles.

This is Alberto Arroyo, the Mayor of Central Park. He played a large part in establishing the running culture in the Park, and in particular the establishment of the path around the reservoir.

West Side Highway Run

Here is an album with the rest of the photos, about 80 in all.

Leah's Birthday

2007-02-11T00:15:00.000-05:00

Daniela gets down in Alphabet City.

2007-01-27T12:27:00.000-05:00

Downhill.

2007-01-27T12:26:00.000-05:00

More at Eldora.

2007-01-27T12:20:00.000-05:00

Jeremy, Todd, and Joren at Eldora ski resort in Colorado.

Josh's Bachelor Weekend

(rest of the photos)

The 40 Mulberry Street Debacle

2007-01-06T01:38:00.000-05:00

Firstly, it must be stated baldly and without recourse to either modesty or obliqueness that it was Gwen's décolletage that got our song played seconds after the slip was given to the DJ.

She didn't believe it would work. I did. I made her believe. And I was right.

I, apparently, close my eyes when singing Journey.

... and Air Supply.

A little dance to go with our song....

40 Mulberry Karaoke

New Year's Eve

2007-01-01T14:59:00.000-05:00

Ringing in the New Year at Rich's apartment, with Champagne. Lots of Champagne. I believe this was our fourth bottle.

Watching the fireworks over Central Park.

Getting a photo taken with (and by) on of New York's Finest.

A Lady and the Tramp moment with the cheese fondue. We had some trouble keeping the fondue at the proper temperature... just about any Sterno at all had them boiling pretty hard.

"That sounds like armchair etymology, Viv. Can you site any primary sources?"

New Year's Eve, the full album

2006-12-30T14:56:00.000-05:00

Alternative uses for shorn sweaterfuzz....

2006-12-30T14:55:00.001-05:00

A quick transplant up top.

2006-12-30T14:55:00.000-05:00

Shaving Jono's sweater.

Rich's 25th Birthday

2006-12-29T15:43:00.000-05:00

At Landmarc and Bubble Lounge in Tribeca.

Rich's Birthday album

Bandoooooooo!!!

2006-11-27T23:30:00.000-05:00

Bandu! It's down to three (Rich, me, and Greg) and about to get quite precarious.

2006-11-27T23:29:00.000-05:00

The kiss piece wasn't too bad.

2006-11-27T23:25:00.000-05:00

I lost, but was quite proud of balancing the cup piece, which no one really thought was possible.

Somewhere in Chelsea, mid-autumn (or "Why is life so cruel to the little ones?")

2006-11-05T23:36:00.000-05:00

Puppy under glass.

2006-11-05T23:34:00.000-05:00

He looks like an adorable, forlorn, furry slug.

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Upright, though still mournful.

Some autumn photos

2006-11-05T22:58:00.000-05:00

Fall in New York

David's Birthday

2006-11-05T22:22:00.000-05:00

David was kidnapped from his apartment, and taken forcibly to a hockey game at Madison Square Garden.

Viv and David, obviously intoxicated on love, hockey, and $7.75 beers.

2006-11-05T22:18:00.000-05:00

Mugging for the camera.

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National anthem, Sabres at Rangers.

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David, overcome with joy, clearly.

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Entering the stadium, just before the big reveal.

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A pint-sized Rangers fan poses for us with David.

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In MSG.

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Tickets are held before the blind man.

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We arrive at MSG.

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The unblindfolded are amused, because I dove onto the floor in Penn Station to get this shot.

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David is hopelessly disoriented, while we celebrate our successful ruse.

2006-11-05T22:11:00.001-05:00

Viv steering David.

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Tanzanian hip-hop was pumped into David's ears at high volume, to maintain the mystery as the conductor announced the train stops.

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The blindfold knot was in the front, which was fun for the whole family.

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Leading him down stairs was an adventure. It helped to count them off, so he knew when they were ending.

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More subway. Our fellow travelers were alternately perplexed and amused.

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Through the subway system to Penn Station.

2006-11-05T22:07:00.000-05:00

Leading David out of the apartment building, blindfolded.

2006-10-24T00:18:00.000-04:00

I think this is Princeton getting pimped by Cambridge University, around Magazine Beach.

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There's an old wooden Hudson single hung in the upstairs entry.

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I like the windows.

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The reception.

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Boathouse, as yet unnamed.

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Docks and launches.

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Looking downriver, towards the Mystic.

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Nice cleat.

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Boathouse as seen from the dock.

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Docks.

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Docks and steps.

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More photos from the dedication for the Malden boathouse.

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The docks at the new boathouse on the Malden.

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View through the balustrades of the Weeks footbridge, looking upriver towards the finish line.

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The corner where my sister's apartment is. Aptly named.

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Manhattan Bridge with the cityscape in the background, seen from the Amtrak en route to Boston.

2006-09-25T01:01:00.000-04:00

Bridge piers, wires forming a catenary curve, and a Volkswagen Jetta.

Yet. More. Karaoke.

2006-09-17T16:43:00.000-04:00

I think we're singing harmony here, but there's really no way to be sure.

Emmy's bangs: very punk rock.

2006-09-17T16:41:00.000-04:00

Gwen leans on Rich, while he rests his arm on a thoroughly imaginary microphone stand.

2006-09-17T16:21:00.000-04:00

We even had go-go girls at one point in the night!

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Kristin is shimmying, while Aviva prefers to be shaken (not stirred).

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So now I turrrrrrrrnnn to yoooooooooooouu........

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... with ooooooooo-pen aaaaarmmmmmmmmmsssssss!

2006-09-17T16:10:00.001-04:00

Air guitar on "Johnny B. Goode." I'd say that Chuck Berry is turning over in his grave, but I'm not 100% sure he's deceased.

2006-09-17T16:10:00.000-04:00

Sometimes you've just got to put your whole body into it.
Melissa knows this. Knows it in her very marrow.

Karaoke. Not for the meek.

2006-09-17T16:03:00.000-04:00

Greg and Melissa doing a duet.

(Nothing says "punk rock" like argyle sweaters.)

2006-09-17T16:02:00.000-04:00

Strike a pose.

2006-09-11T21:03:00.000-04:00

The September 11 tribute lights.

Fire!

2006-09-10T16:15:00.000-04:00

There was a fire on Carmine and Bedford. I liked this shot of the hydrant spraying everywhere.