Howie Day 2010 tour

So many things have been influenced by a single vacation.

When I was in Colorado, I rented a Ford Escape (which may be our next car!!) and Ryan and I spent a lot of time driving to places that he liked or that he'd been camping the summer before. Naturally, Ryan needed some tunes to listen to while driving and he put in a CD by Howie Day called "Stop All the World Now." I'd look at the mountains all around and listen to the music of Howie Day.

Immediately after I came home, I went out and bought all the Howie Day's CDs I could find. I went back to the grind of my hour-long commute, listening to Howie's music...visualizing the Colorado mountains and thinking about Ryan.

Not too long after that, I learned that Howie Day was coming to the Birchmere in Alexandria, Va. Watching him play and create the music is just as interesting as listening to his music. It's fascinating to see him hit the electric guitar to create a percussion sound, then use the effects pedals to loop the sound, while playing the guitar. He'll layer the looped sections for a complex and interwoven sound. And his live concerts give him the opportunity to jam and experiment with songs.

Howie Day is in his 20s and I worried that he'd attract a younger crowd and I'd be a middle-aged standout among a crowd of teens and twenties. But I needn't have worried. When we got to the Birchmere I found people of all ages wearing anything and everything. There were the cute twentysomething couples who sat next to us that I envied and the white-haired gentleman a few tables over. The Birchmere features a bar with a sculpture of a gentleman playing a harmonica, and the main room has a chandelier.

In listenig to the concert, I decided to try the hearing aid along with the cochlear implant. I'll come out and say it...This year marks my seventh year with the CI and I'm no longer a hearing aid user. But I dug it out and bought some batteries. At first, I was reminded of everything I dislike about the hearing aid: the feedback and the ill-fitting earmold that didn't bother me nearly so much as when I was wearing it all the time. I decided to wear the hearing aid turned off for a few hours to get used to wearing it, and then turned it on. The acoustic sound gives me a nice bass boost, mainly because that's all I can hear with a hearing aid. The devices have very different and imabalanced sound, but by the end of the concert, I was enjoying the two devices together, and this may be the best (and only) opportunity I have in this life for binaural hearing. Music is best enjoyed in stereo. Of course, you knew that all along...but I'm a late bloomer.

The most surprising thing was that I could understand the lyrics better live than on the CD, even though I'd listed to it many times. The stage lighting made the microphone cast a shadow on his mouth, so lipreading was impossible. My mind kept telling me that I shouldn't be able to understand the lyrics--lyrics were always someting that were nice, but that I counldn't make out unless I memorized the song. But I realized that I was understandng much more of the lyrics and I told my mind to just enjoy them, and so I did. And when Howie Day sang our favorite song, my husband reached over for my hand.

I now have every CD made by Howie Day. I listen to the music and visualize the mountains of Colorado.

I miss you Ryan.

I love you.

Crested Butte 2010

Crested Butte luxury homes.


Ryan skiing along Slate River Road near Crested Butte. In the summer he camps in the valley below. We went for sushi afterward and Ryan said it was a perfect day.


Ryan and Josh at the Crested Butte Chamber of Commerce bust stop on the way to the mountain. There is a free bus that travels from Gunnison to Crested Butte and hitchhiking is allowed.



Ryan goes of a jump at DC Park and Pipe at the top of Painter Boy.

Ryan skiing down the mountain. He was teaching himself to ski backwards as I was learning how to ski forward.

I am afraid of everything.

I was terrified of the prospect of skiing. I didn't know how I would get down the bunny hill. I couldn't fathom skiing for five days. I worried that I would be too cold. I worried that I wouldn't have enough to do during the nine-day vacation. This must be the reason most of my outdoor adventures do not go any further than the pages of Outdoor magazine, which I subscribe to in order to have an active fantasy life. Every year, I have a strong urge to cross country ski around the end of December. Then, I add up the cost of the trip on an Excel spreadsheet and worry that the drive might be hazardous, and quietly wait for the urge to pass. But this year, I was going to have the ski vacation of a lifetime.

I got some $150 ski pants on sale for $75 online in the middle of summer. Then I bought some inexpensive ski gloves, socks and sock liners and a balaclava while Christmas shopping. I took along my winter running gear. I was all set.

It was a wonderful, relaxing time and I can totally understand why Ryan goes to school at Western State College of Colorado. The streets are wide and cars drive slowly, and there's a bike lane. In between Gunnison and Crested Butte, there's a sign that says "bicycles for the next 26 miles." And wherever you look off into the distance around the town--north, south, east, west--there are mountains all around. He took me to all of his favorite camping and fishing spots during the summer. We went cross country skiing on Slate River road near Crested Butte. The scenery was breathtaking. I kept thinking that I would pay big bucks to go to a fancy cross country ski resort to see this view--but it was free. No trail fee was required because this was a dirt road through a state forest that was a cross country ski trail in the winter. People and their dogs cross country skied, and backcountry snowmobilers passed us. We must have skied about 10 miles that day. The trip back was hard and I was tired, but I kept quiet because I didn't want to complain about anything. We topped off the first day of the year by eating at a fancy sushi place.

The next day, I went downhill skiing the very first time. It took me a long time to even ski down to the bunny hill. And it takes a long time to get used to the ski lift. But somehow I got down the slope the first time. I skied once when I was a teenager and then watched e-How videos from the folks at Grisham, Oregon, so I had a vague idea of what to do. Ryan was a pretty patient teacher. He gave me pointers going down the hill. When we were at the bottom, he demonstrated specific skills, and after a day or so, I was doing carving turns. I graduated to Houston, and then went on some of the other green runs.

The highlight was going down the Mineral Point run without falling. I loved going back and forth down the little valley, but the top part, with its steep hill winged me out. At last, I mastered the slope going down to the lift.

Not too longer after my trip, my second son went to a local mountain to snowboard with friends. I knew he'd pick it up easily because he also skateboards and surfs, and he came back a "triple board athlete." Now he wants me to go skiing with him. I have the distinct feeling I'm going to be getting into winter sports!!!!!!

But nothing compares to the Colorado Rockies with real snow, blue skies against white aspens, friendly people, and powder days where people take off the morning to ski. There are the late afternoons where the sun shines on the mountains before sunset.