Eryn - Bicycle, Gymnastics, Drums

A couple of recent pictures of Eryn. She's getting tall enough to ride my bike trainer. Just a few more inches.


We've got her back in gymnastics in Rosemount. Here she is on the bars. In the spring she couldn't hold herself up at all. She seems to have a bit more muscle to weight now.


And we got our warranty covered drum heads in the mail, so the band is capable again. Eryn likes to drum, sing and strum. Sometimes she drums when the Wii isn't even on.

Bicycle Art

Yesterday I picked up two bicycle statues for the house at the Dunn Brothers in Rosemount (that's a picture of the Rosemount Cycling Club standing in front of Dunn Brothers - they have this picture of themselves over the fireplace inside. I met the guy in the RAGBRAI shirt while on RAGBRAI). The coffee shop has a number of sculptures on their walls by Jaak, a local artist, and while looking at his website, I noticed that in addition to all the guitars he creates, he had bicycles made from bicycle bits. I sent him an email, and he managed to find parts to create two of them for me. I believe I'm going to hang them in the kitchen in places that wouldn't be big enough for something else, such as over the window. There's a thin space up there, and it will look like a bike is driving across the top of the window frame.

Halloween Geocaching

It was a nice enough day today that after breakfast we went out to try out the new Vista HCx handheld GPS and find a few of the Halloween 2008 caches we have yet to find. This was the one we attempted to find in the dark a few weeks ago and failed to locate because the GPS was bouncing all over the place, "Look Ma, No Hands." Here are Pooteewheet and Eryn hamming it up. I don't know what's scarier, the axe in the hand, or the fact that Pooteewheet looks just a little like Klund in this picture. I'm glad I married her before I knew him, or that would be embarassing.

This was our 100th cache! We're officially in the century club.


Here's a close up of the cache if you're interested. We looked in this log the night we missed it - we just didn't notice the opening where it resided. The log and pencil are in the axe handle.


Here's Eryn walking through an abandoned wheat field on our way to "Splitting Headache".


This is posed for effect and to get some appropriate light. It was hidden in the bole of that tree. Eryn hates skulls that still have their eyeballs. She was fine with touching the axe and severed hand, but wanted nothing to do with this cache.


However, she still stepped up and took a picture of me posing with the cache.