My newest workout at the gym is what I call "Forty minutes of pain". It's really refreshing. What that involves is forty minutes on the stair climber. I have recently bumped this up to forty. It used to be thirty-eight, and I will still do shorter time periods when I don't feel up to the forty, or when my time doesn't allow me to complete forty minutes. But today, I did the forty and it was forty minutes of pain. I began the routine doing 71 steps per minute, then increased by 1 step every four minutes, until I got to 28 minutes, after which I increased by one step every three minutes. My goal was to burn off 700 calories. I didn't quite make the 700 by the end of the forty minutes, but after about 44 minutes (the last four part of the cool down) the calorie counter registered 700 calories burned. I also burned a few after the stairclimbers as I did my abdominal workout today. Here are the vital statistics:
Minutes: a little over 44
Floors: 191 (at about 17 steps per floor)
Calories burned: 700 (maybe 75 more doing the ab workout)
There's one more statistic that's worth noting:
Pieces of pie burned off: two
So there you have it, I have burned off several pieces of pie since Thanksgiving, but still haven't burned off all of the pie and other things I've eaten. Thus go the holidays. I also have a much harder time making it to the gym to do said workout from about mid-November through the end of the year, simply because my job as a mailman gets pretty crazy during that time period.
The bottom line is that forty minutes of pain is worth it to me so that I can do the things I love, which includes eating.
Tuesday, November 28, 2017
Sunday, October 22, 2017
|Bison are frequently spotted on the island.|
hike itself is best done in a season other than summer as I would wager that it gets pretty hot in the summer months and there is virtually no shade. Fall is the perfect season to do it, and my brother Mike and I found out to our relief that the no-see-um flies had maybe died off for the year. I wouldn't bank on that though. Antelope Island is always a place where you should have bug spray on hand as there are times when the biting flies can be maddening.
Wildlife is plentiful if you take the time to search it out on the hillsides and down in the flatlands. Bison are often seen along the trails and from the ridges you can look down and spot groups of them feeding on the grasses. Saturday, when Mike and I went on our hike, we spotted numerous buffalo and on the way out, a herd of deer down in the lowlands. Some others along the trail had spotted a Bighorn sheep and other wildlife that we hadn't seen.
|At this low altitude, wildflowers are still around if you look.|
|This sunflower was calling my name.|
|View west with Stansbury Island in the distance.|
|There are still some fall colors on the way to Frary Peak|
|Stansbury Island with whitecaps on the lake in the foreground.|
|I got a bit higher and took a pic of Mike down on the trail.|
|Mike looking like a viking explorer.|
|Don't stand on the cairn!!|
|Looking southeast from the trailhead, Wasatch Mountains in the distance.|
Wednesday, October 18, 2017
|The Moon was Beautiful low in the eastern sky|
I have been on vacation this week and with our original plan of spending two nights in Colorado canceled, I figured I could hike twice this week. Today was the first one. On the agenda was the Tibble Fork Loop hike, which I had heard a lot about, but never done.
I got up early, hoping to see the sunrise while I was up there, and actually I got up there a lot faster than I thought I would and sat back in the new Tibble Fork parking lot to try and get some pictures of the little smile of a moon that was rising in the eastern sky.
Once it started getting light, I headed over to the dam as that was where the trail head was supposed to be. I parked down below it, on the pull out area between the road and the dam. Once I crossed the dam I could see the trail, or what I believed to be the trail, heading up the side of the hill. There were a couple of spots of yellow ribbon around the base of the trail.
|I went back later and took these two pics of the trailhead when it was light.|
|Same picture, but from a distance back on the dam.|
Once on the trail I found that someone had cut trees and branches and put them across the trail.
|They had to cut down a lot of scrub oak to cover this trail.|
|I was able to get up high early enough to catch the light on nearby|
|Yep. I had come up the closed trail. Oops!|
I still wasn't sure I was on the right trail though because I hadn't really studied the map and didn't actually know the name "Mill Canyon" so it didn't really mean anything to me on the sign. I met two women coming up and they confirmed that I was on the trail that looped back. One of them was wearing something that to me looked like ranger clothing so I was a bit worried that I might get in trouble for hiking up that way I had. But there had been no badge, so I figured that her hiking clothing just kind of resembled ranger gear and that she was just another hiker.
|In the midst of peace and contentment, there are still signs of civilization.|
|You can still find pockets of color.|
|The reds are hard to come by now.|
|The next sign I saw showed me the way back to Tibble Fork where I was parked.|
|Stream crossing for motorcycles and bikes.|
|This looked like a ladder in the sky to me.|
peanut butter sandwich shortly after getting back to my vehicle and wasn't planning on eating again until I got down out of the mountains. I had promised Ann that I would get home early because I had gotten up at the crack of dawn. There are certain pleasures that only can happen as you are awaiting the sunrise, and I wanted those perks, but that would be at the expense of not staying as long into the afternoon. Part of being a caregiver.
I drove through the stream that gurgles into Silver Lake and headed up the dirt road toward Red Baldy and the other peaks up that direction.
|Looking toward Mt. Timpanogos from the Silver Flat Lake Road|
|Looking north, toward Red Baldy, etc.|
|From the road above Silver Lake Flat|
|From the trailhead parking just above Silver Lake.|
The adventure was over, but another one is just around the corner. I can't wait.
|I had a great time. Wish you were here!|
Sunday, October 01, 2017
|White Baldy with the White Pine dam visible in the foreground|
So I thought it was about time I went back there. Spotty foul weather was predicted, so I went prepared for the worst. The trailhead is up Little Cottonwood Canyon, just a bit past the Tanner Flat camping area. The turnoff comes up right after a blind corner and I missed it like I have several times. I saw it though and went up the road to where I could make a U-turn and headed back. The sign at the trailhead says that White Pine is four miles, but I have seen various trip reports saying that the mileage is wrong and that it's a bit more than that--more like about nine miles round trip. I started hiking at 7:36 and it was lightly sprinkling. I kept my camera in my pack in a zip lock bag. I took a picture that I posted on Facebook with my phone. After a while the rain stopped so I took out the camera and took some shots, but then the rain started again so I tucked it inside my rain jacket which I was wearing. I probably looked like a guy with a tumor on my chest, but I didn't want to ruin my camera, nor did I yet want to put it in my pack.
|Familiar stream at the location where the trail splits, one going|
to Red Pine, one going to White pine.
|It was kind of dark and drizzly on the early part of the trail.|
|View into the northern side of Little Cottonwood Canyon|
|Looking down. Up ahead of me, the snow was coming down so|
fiercely that I had to put my camera away.
So that's what I did. But there was no fork. I got down a ways and the snow had lightened up a bit and I could see the guy I was looking for walking across the dam. At that point, I was too tired to go back up and get to the lake. On my way back down I was just taking my time. My hands had gotten cold--my right one a bit numb--so I put on my gloves (someone on one of the forums had wished they had gloves, so I had thrown them in my pack, just in case). I had a very hard time getting them on my cold, wet hands though. Kind of like taking wet clothes off--assistance would be my preferred choice.
|Even as winter approaches, the fall offers great spots of beauty.|
Red Pine was far more picturesque. He also told me that I could have cut across, and saved that long switchback, but at the time with all the snow, I wasn't sure where the dam was. Not until I was a bit lower and looked up and saw him up there and I was too tired to go back up, let alone climb up the chutes I'd have to climb if I cut across without taking the trail.
|These flowers were still hanging on at over 8700 feet.|
So I hiked about 7-8 miles, didn't quite make it to the lake, but felt the thin line of how close you can get to danger if you aren't prepared for the conditions. Thankfully I was. I had watched earlier as a couple went up the trail before me, probably to Red Pine because I never saw them coming down, and the guy was dressed in shorts and they both had light jackets.
Anyway, it was a great adventure and I learned some things and had a great time. What more could I ask (well, other than having someone else along)?