Endurance (vol. 1)

VMM 2019 - 2:55am on Sept. 20th at the starting line of the Vietnam Mountain Marathon (VMM) 70km race outside of Sapa town.  I'm calm, but nervous about my most recent training endeavors.  The longest run in the last many months was a horrifically hot 14 miler in the foothills of Hanoi.  It's been raining all night and I decide to "be bold, start cold," as my mountaineer buddy Slick Nick says, by leaving the poncho in my pack.  This was my 8th ultra attempt in 5 years, having not finished the last two.  If I DNF this one, that's three failed attempts in a row.  Maybe my competitive cross fit friend was right - I should have a running coach.  My goal in all these races isn't to just finish, but finish strong.  I hoped to break my streak here.  I didn't know anyone else running VMM.  Training is often a team effort, but it was all up to me now.  

View of highest Vietnam mountains, big sky

I've been inspired by feats of physical and mental endurance since I can remember.  In High School I read the ultimate Endurance: Shackleton's Incredible Voyage by Alfred Lansing, about stranded explorers surviving in barren Antarctica for two years.  Shackleton, while risking the rest of his life for his expeditions, was a dedicated to survival of his crew.  Later, I marveled over Thor Heyerdahl's Kon-Tiki Expedition - a voyage across the pacific on a balsa wood raft, retracing the (probable) steps of the Inca's journey inhabiting Eastern South Pacific islands around 1,000 years ago.  

These epic feats of endurance, exploration, and survival take a different form today.  No longer are humans looking for a new expansive lands or passages. However the drive to explore, endure, and push the limits of human capabilities lives on and continues to motivate my actions and bring balance and meaning to my life.  Here, I will share experiences from previous running adventures including VMM '19 and my associated training, a few inspiration endurance feats from professionals, and a call for a new plant-based diet training plan.

Last summer I wrote down some of the questions that drive I have about my interest in human performance.  

• Why do people seek endurance-based adventures, even when our species no longer depends on them for survival? Or are they?
• Is there still an evolutionary benefit to pushing the limits of human abilities? 
• Is our innate drive for exploration - which has led to human global domination - being transferred to an exploration of the limits of human endurance? 
• Why is it, that when we feel physical pain and we want it to end, whence the pain subsides, we actively seek out the same adventure that brings pain again? 
• How does engaging in endurance sports and physical limit-testing shape the rest of our lives?  How can we maximize both?

At this moment, I'm not able to answer any of these questions, but those of us who dedicate their lives to being closer to the answers might be mentioned here.  

VMM '19 - 3:00am start.  The rain stopped in the same moment the starting whistle blew, and didn't return for the duration of the race.  The first couple of hours progressed as they all have - strong, slow, and steadily passing those who attempted the hole shot.  Would I feel like this in the next couple hours?  This course was harder than last year, when I ran the best race of my life.  How would I fare on the extra 600m of gain?

A fellow runner pushing himself after 7 hours

Modern athletes are crushing records and setting the bar in the stratosphere.  Here are a few that continue to blow me away:

1. Mike McKnight winning three 200 miles races in 2017.

2. Sarah Thomas and her English Channel swim... 4 times nonstop.

3. Uli Steck setting the speed record on the Eiger in 2015.

4. Dean Karnazes 50 marathons in 50 states in 50 days and his future goal to run a marathon in every country of the world within a year.  Whatttt?

5. Nearly anything by Kilian Jornet, most recently skiing nearly 24 kilometers in one day... did I mention these were vertical kms?

6. Paul Salopek's decade long 21,000-mile odyssy retracing the pathways of human migration, one of my favorites.  This epic journey is particularly interesting to me as I currently read Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind by Yuval Noah Harari.

When Molly and I started dating in 2015, we climbed a number of 14ers together.  She wasn't as into roped technical climbing so we hiked mountains and ran down together.  For me it where the motivation for endurance started: Sky Running.  The premise is simple: big skys, ultra distances, vertical.  That fall, I ran my first ultra - 40 mile Grand Traverse from Crested Butte to Aspen.  Three weeks later, Reid and Brett met me and BC at the trail head to Chicago Basin 14ers.  On Sept 26th, 2015 we ran to and summitted the most remote of Colorado's 14ers.  17 hours, 45 miles, 10k+ ft. of elevation gain.  So many memories live on from this day - including the feeling at the summit of North Eolus, our last mountain at 4pm, and thinking only 18 miles to go in two and a half hours of daylight.  We crushed the descent and I can still see the perfectly yellow aspens quaking as Reid speeds ahead of me on the descent through the basin. One of my favorite outdoor adventure days ever.  The following spring, I finished my first and only 100km race on the North Umpqua Trail in Oregon.  Five years later, after obtaining a Master's Degree, buying a house, owning a dog, starting a career, getting married, moving across the world, and having a baby boy, I'm still in pursuit of endurance running.

Molly scoping out the remainder of the Halo ridge to Mt. of the Holy Cross

Stoked to be on the summit of Castle Peak

First ultra - Grand Traverse

Me, BC, Reid, Bret in Chicago Basin

Two adventures in upper cirque from Chicago Basin

Sending!

VMM '19 - A thin thin layer of fog and mist hovered at the summit, also the midpoint of the course.  I changed my socks.  35km in, 35km to go.  I still felt great.  I popped 200g of ibuprofen, shoved a date bar in my mouth, and charged down the mountain, passing more runners.  Still feeling amazing, possibly better than ever before, but still hours to go.  With 20km to go, I knew I could finish as strong as I wanted.  A friend and colleague paced me into the finish.  11h 30min.  20th/326.  No broken records, no podium, but a finish that pushed me, and a training regiment that worked.  I felt more fit than any other time in my life.  What was it that worked so well this time?

Feeling GOOD on the trail - VMM '19

Well, a few key ingredients.  Firstly, soccer.  Increasing (from near nothing) my volume of Zone 3+ workouts helped my speed.  I played a few full 90-minute games leading up to the race and multiple two hour training sessions.  Secondly, 10 air squats for every mile immediately post run.  These helped stretch the muscles around my knee which get tight post run and obviously improved strength - important for the lack of hills in Hanoi, and presence of hills in this race.  Thirdly, long cycles in place of big runs the month before race day.  The rides relieved my knees and joints from impact, while helped with higher volume, lower intensity training I lacked.  Also, I tried to still put in ~70km/ week, including the soccer training.  Finally, my diet.  I ate a predominately plant-based diet the week leading up to the race, and strictly for the pre-race days.  Reid told me about this a while back and I've done it many times, and it always seemed to work for me.  It sure did this time.  

Diet cannot be overemphasized.  I've read and increasing number of articles and posts from elite athletes over the years about their switch to a plant-based diet and their associated athletic successes.  To top it all off, I wanted The Game Changers and nearly had to pick my jaw up off the floor.  To sum it up, boundless research shows that eating a plant based diet, for anyone, not just athletes, drastically decreases chances of heart disease, cancer, cellular inflammation, reduces recovery time from injury and enhances fecundity in males to top it off.  Scott Jurek and Patrick Baboumain both are showcased breaking world records in their fields during the film (running the Appalachian trail in 43 days and  yoke walk, respectively). Additionally, as I teach in my environmental class (but often then eat my hypercritical hamburger), eating a plant-based diet drastically reduces greenhouse gas emissions, deforestation rates and habitat loss, nutrient runoff, and water and air pollution all serious.  Watch the movie.

The inspiration gleaned from premier athletes will continue to spark my drive for endurance sports, sky running, and adventure.  I plan to use what I've learned from plant-based diets and vegan athletes to maximize performance and live an even more healthy and deliberate life.  I hope the resulting experiences from endurance adventures will continue to provide a necessary ingredient to the recipe of a tasty life. 

Amuma Says Yes

Amuma says yes to her family.

Amuma says yes to knowing deeply about her kin.  The way she shows her love is to talk regularly about your activities, what you're up to, your passions, what you do for work.  Amuma always knows the updates of each of her children, grandchildren, nieces & nephews, and their children.  Need the lowdown on Spunky, Luci, or Tia Kim and Gary's whereabouts in the west?  Ask Amuma. 

One of my greatest and most recent memories with Amuma occurred last winter.  Molly and I were leaving when Amuma pulled out the old family photo album and gave us a full photo supported family history on the carpeted floor by the fireplace.  I loved hearing about the man who loved Amuma Luci and treated her kids like nieces and nephews, but respected Luci's boundaries.  I loved hearing stories of her brothers; only Uncle Joe I knew with his big truck.  Everyone seems to have loved Uncle Frank. 

Amuma says yes to a lunch date.  Every Friday growing up she'd pick me up from school and take me to the classiest fast-food places - The Golden Arch's, BK, or Wendy's.  A happy kid with a happy meal later, we'd head back to the Sycamore house and play in the yard, or the closet of toys she'd collected.  I'd bother papa Cal in the dark kitchen while he read the paper.  I remember twice walking onto the back patio, thinking the screen door was there, but it wasn't and face-planted on the concrete.  I remember eating basque red beans on the little kitchen table, which had ruminated for hours before in the garage, making the whole place smell of home.  I remember dad telling me about when Amuma Luci used to live with them in the Sycamore house - a true multi-generational American family led by a matriarchal immigrant. 

I've always loved going to Amuma's.  She still takes me out to Eddie's diner, Be De Nay, and once the Mexican joint on State.  We chat about everything - school, teaching, Molly's family, the cousin's, my amazing blended family.  When we're lucky we're joined by my sister, Molly, or a cousin.  In college, during my Amuma visits, I'd earn my keep by trimming a hard to reach branch, doing a paint touch up, or re-fastening exterior trim. 

Amuma says yes to a good time.  I used to LOVE Christmas Eve at Amuma's, especially when the Eugene crew came out.  Rolling around with Meg, Luci, Spunky, and Aidy was the best, and we were always watched over by the half asleep Amuma Luci in the big white chair by the tree.  Kid friendly egg-nog, solomo, and eventually clams and rice stuffed our bellies before Amuma Luci's infamous flan and pears in wine sauce.  I know Amuma had many holidays as the sole Boise rep at the Williams/Johnson residence in Eugene too.  She's always been good at visiting. 

As the grandchildren have emerged into adulthood, the best memories have morphed in style, but not in essence.  Tara & Barb joined the party as the Christmas Karaoke nights began in full force at the Betts Residence.  Amuma would partake in the singing, dancing, and earnest compliment giving throughout the night.  Like the rest of us, after a few glasses of wine, her singing may have left something to be desired, but her presence didn't.

Amuma says yes to dogs.  I know there were more, but Chapo, the little shit(zoo), was the first to my memory.  Like the later Chico, they were close companions of Amumas and spoiled rotten to the bone.  Now there is Bella, the beautiful, brilliant ray of sunshine that graces Amuma with her presence at any beck and call.  

Amuma says yes to crosswords & 12 almonds every morning.  More need not be said.

Amuma says yes to love.  Most young children, as I, don't pay much attention to the love lives of their elders, but I know Amuma fell in (and at times, out of) love with many wonderful men.  Jett, Cal, and Jim were all grandfathers to me in one sense or another.  I remember playing cards and golf with gentle Jim and I could tell he loved Amuma dearly. 

Rosie once told me that her best friend was her mother.  The first 20 years of my life I rarely saw Amuma Luci without Rosie until I could drive myself to see Luci separately.  They always spoke basque to each other.  I thought it was so cool that my Amuma Luci first spoke Basque, then Spanish, then a bit of English.  We went grocery shopping at Albertson's together, Luci would shop for herself, I would stick with Rosie.  They had their shopping routine dialed.  We would drop Luci back at her place at the imperial plaza and I would eat a lemon drop from the glass bowl. 

Amuma says yes to life.  The Amumas of the family were staples that raised us all. They gave culture, depth, and traditions to our family that will live on as long as their lineage does.  We love you.   

Amuma says yes to her family.

The Cat Ba Tridem

In spring of 2018, My sister and her boyfriend finished their respective stints as Ski instructor and patroller in Summit County with plans to visit my wife and I in Malaysia for our April break, and follow us back to Vietnam for another week of exploring the natural landscapes of the far Eastern lands.   

They boarded a plane bound for Malaysian Borneo only to step off the tarmac to a near 80 degree F temperature shift and a blazing equatorial sun.  Again our goal was to embrace the coastline, the mountains, and the wildlife of this massive island.  We motorbiked in tank tops through monsoon downpours to majestic white sand beaches.  We climbed Mt Kinabalu, Malaysias highest peak at 4k meters that shoots out of the jungle into a granite massif, which looks as if the rock had gravity-dependent runnels, resembling the snow in North American peaks as it succumbs to the unmistakable pattern of late spring rain.  We hitchhiked at night across the tip of the island in the fastest, narrowest, bumpiest, most swervy, scariest rides of our lives.  Back in Vietnam we explored caves of limestone karsts, swam in waterfallls with locals, .  Finally, to finish their Asian Adventure, we all rode a fairy over to Cat Ba Island for a final exploration of Lan Ha Bay, which is a shallow blue/green bay sprinkled with thousands of 80m limestone karsts, all capped with subtropical greenery.  We went deep water soloing and Kayaking through the cliffs, and marveled at the contrast of sea and land.  In Cat Ba, people slowly scoot around in limo-length golf carts, scooters, bicycles, and finally, tandom bikes.  These are the activities we intentionally planned, in an attempt to recreate in the Asian natural landscapes, much as we do in our North American recreational culture.  One adventure we didn't plan was a triple ride on a tandom bicycle, now called the Cat Ba Tridem.

Before I explain the tridem ride, I have to give a quick briefing on Vietnamese bicycles.  Having lived in Vietnam for years, I have noticed how bicycles play an important role in the culture of personal businesses and mobility around cities, towns, and villages.  In Hanoi, the capital city and major urban hub, 3 hours from Cat Ba, middle aged to elderly ladies push their rickety, yet functional crusier-style cycles all over the city, pedaling fresh fruits, baked goods, veggies, clothing, trinkets, even Karoake machines blasting traditional Viet tunes.  In the neighborhoods, young people, often students and of all ages, pedal single speed full-sized bicycles as their primary commuting vehicle.  All bikes look like they have been ridden for generations.   One major feature of these young commuter bikes is a makeshift seat over the back tire for a second rider.  These seats are often just a metal rack, just as you'd see on a traditional bike-touring rig.  The back seat rider either casually dangles their feet on either side of the wheel or delicately places them in the chain stays.  Kids give each other rides to and from school; in villages this can a hilly, 5 km one way commute.

Back to Cat Ba Island:  After a raucous traditional Vietnamese dinner of sautéed greens, BBQ's chicken, and a baked fish from the bay, all washed down with too much strong rice wine, we opted to find our way home via a roadside rented tandem bicycle, paid for with a one hundred thousand Vietnamese Dong (5 bucks bucks).  This tandem bicycle, much like the aforementioned traditional bicycles, had a back seat rack over the tire. There were three of us.  There was only one answer. I had never seen ride 3 grown adults to a tandem in Vietnam.  We debated back and forth as to the safety and feasibility of successfully riding a Cat Ba Tridem.  The excitement of the unknown overrode our sense of safety and comfort, and we mounted the tridem.  The local vendor was highly encouraging of our upcoming tridem attempt.  Matt, the least experienced rider, took the helm, Megan in the middle, and myself in the back.  We swerved enough to scrape the pedals on the pavement, and had multiple near misses as we coasted down our first hill.  We whooped and hollered like we hadn't during our entire trip.  Megan was in tears of mutual enjoyment and terror having no exit plan in the middle of the tridem and no control over the breaks, rolling speedily down the street.  Pedestrians, both local and travelers, pointed and laughed with us as we began to manage the balance on the bike.  Our ride ended at family run beer hall, yet another staple of Northern Vietnam.  Our faces were red with joy and bellies were aching from laughter.  An unexpected mode of travel left us marveling at the possibility of three on a bike. 

Collectively we spent thousands of dollars on this 15- day trip.  Dozens of emails, wire transfers, sunburns, planned excursions, and hours of planning made this trip possible.  Yet, one of our favorite memories and shared experiences was the curbside decision to mount a Cat Ba Tridem and coast into the night, not aware of the outcome.  The risk wasn't great, as some fly-by-night outdoor pursuits can be, but more importantly making time in these long international travel excursions for daily doses of spontaneity can make memories for a lifetime.  Every time we see riders on a tandem, we are reminded of the joy of riding our Cat Ba Tridem, and time spent traveling, adventuring, and leaving time for unexpected happenings with my family and friends.   

Seoul - June 20

View from Namsan

We step out of the airport at Incheon to board the highly convenient and affordable subway system, bound for the 55 minute ride to the Hongik University station in the Hongdae neighborhood.  Korea is a special destination for us because we have hundreds of Korean students and a handful of Korean friends, so we felt like its an important travel destination.  A major highlight of our trip was spending an evening with 10 of our recent graduates in their home country.  They took us to the massive Gwangjang Market for classic Korean cuisine - Mung Bean cakes, kimchi, soondae (blood sausage), and some bevies.  Full of deliciousness, they took us to the river for a light and water show before partaking in late night graduate only games in the park - we love them so much and shared hours of laughter together.

Molly drooling over the best bowl of ramen ever

Piling up the mung bean pancakes

Hongdae is supercharged with excitable street walking.  Mobile phone accessory stores, beautiful traditional paintings, Korean bbq, and vintage clothing stores shock the passersby with eye candy.  Trendy youth sport squeaky clean white shoes, black jeans and a white T or a light dress, toting a combo of their devices, a handbag, or a backpack.  Men congregate in 2s or 3s and puff a cigarette on the corner.  Ramen shops and dumpling shops advertise their delicacies in unmistakable Korean characters. 

The food is out of this world.  Our first night, Molly said I get to choose dinner since it's fathers day and we're expecting - a boy, btw.  So I chose what I thought was a familiar BBQ shop that was teeming with folks our age, typically a good sign.  The friendly staff helped us decipher the menu a brought out the best english speaker from the kitchen to aid our ordering.   It turned out we ordered a $25 melody of three flavors of pork entrails - teriyaki, salty, and traditional Koran spicy.  The flavor was outstanding, but the texture was a bit too much for us to handle the entire dish (more suitable for 3 adults), and left my own insides stirring a bit throughout the night.  A good memory nonetheless.  More on the food later, as it deserves.

During our first morning we sipped a good drip coffee at the Coffee Lab on Hongdae st. before heading off to our staircase climb to the Seoul tower in Namsan Park.  23 degrees Celcius?  Couldn't have been more relieved.  

Later in the day at the massive Gyeongbokgung Palace, I ran into a mate from my Minsk Football Club in Hanoi, Lee Dunning.  What are the chances of meeting an Irishman I know from Hanoi in Seoul, a massive city of 20 million?  1 in 20 mil I suppose.  To add to the odds, we saw each other again a couple hours later on a different street near the entertaining walking streets of The Bakchon Hanok Village.  

Master Lee at the Doosan Bears game.

The next day, the three of us when to a Doosan Bears baseball game.  So fun!  A must do when visiting Seoul, especially for sports fans.  Fried chicken slathered in sauce, french fries, and pizza can all be purchased outside the stadium, along with liters of beer to be enjoyed while cheering on your team.  No time for eating or drinking during the home at bats though.  The cheer squad is on their feet, chanting and cheering for every single home at bat - a long time, especially for this 4 hour game.  

We couldn't have asked for a better stop on our trip home.  It worked out perfectly as a 4 day layover en route from Hanoi to the US for our greatly anticipated summer vacation.   

Bali

Bali

A place of fast paced, smiley scooter riders, beautiful people from every corner of the interior solar system, and an overdose of trendy surf shops and coffee corners. The beach is buzzing with surfers and swimmers, dogs and drinkers. It is packed, but everyone has their space and respects everyone else's.

This vacation, planned during the tail end of our fall break vacay to Australia visiting long time besties Pete and Hayley, has been much anticipated. Pat Hughes, another new great buddy and fellow St. Paul Eagle, has been influential in maintaining the hype of the trip.  Big thanks to Pat for showing us the ropes and being a BIG BOSS.  Growing up in Jakaraka for his entire schooling, he frequently escaped the big city to shred some waves on the Bali beaches. To fully round out the experience, our dear friend and colleague Catherine provides wise insight, balance (literally, she crushed headstands at the Yoga Barn), and a contagious laugh. Big thanks also the Craig Money, Alex, and John for all the pro tips. Mol and I are so grateful that we connected with all these people. Its always fun see bring friend circles together. Venn-dia-friends.

Molly, please relax

Part 1: Canggu 

Canggu, the popular beach just up the coast from Kuta and Seminyak. Imagine people ripping up the surf, lounging at the beach, and the nearest lush pool at N & B villas. That's us! B-E-A-UTIFUL. 

After arriving late on Saturday night the 30th of March 2019, we crawled to the villa through the 10:30 pm traffic. I was beyond stoked to arrive. After a couple of Bintangs, Pat and his buddy Craig Money and I went to the Pitstop Burger joint for a late night lamb slider and some fries. Then Craig drug us to the Gimme Shelter punk rock bar where we met the owner and guitarist, Made J (pronounced maw-day). Badass name. Gimme Shelter was from Pats dreams. Only punk rock? Cheap Bintangs? Sign this boy up! The balinese have a set of names for each child based on the order in which they are born, so we met a lot of Mades.

While in Canggu, we hit up three different of beaches and ate amazing food. Milk and Made was certainly a favorite restaurant, and we all got pretty rowdy at the fine establishment of Ule Kan. Pinkies out for Catherine! Renting motorbikes with the help of our villa owner to cruise around was certainly the right move for transport Parking was easy, the traffic not so bad, and the cool constant 20k/hr breeze was always welcomed.

People

Our impressions of the people in Bali were VERY positive. The locals running businesses and offering services were all very helpful and generally friendly. When asked, the Balinese are happy to cater to tourists and enjoy communicating with us. Many employees traveled from other parts of Bali to work in the more touristy areas. The tourists also were quite well mannered. No one I saw was causing a stink or being obnoxiously. Just as it should be when traveling - respecting the space, the people, and calmly navigating stressful situations. The nature of people were an important aspect of the Balinese vibe. This may forever live as memory of the trip: Pat with a smile, cracking a joke sporting the patterned pool robe and a sun hat. Stacy classy, Pat.

Surf

Canggu beach vibes

When not lounging at the villa pool or eating Indo grub, we hit up the beach. The accommodations beachside are so convenient. Roll up, rent some shade, slurp a coconut, lather the fun screen, grab a board for the day, and hit the surf, all for about 200k (15 USD). Old Man's beach turned out to be my favorite. The board rental dudes were friendly and flexible. So were the waves. 

Our first day at Old man's Beach, Big Boss and I followed Craig out to the less crowded but deeper wave on lookers right of the big rock. I caught a few, but mostly just swam around. The deep waves were too big for me, but C$ had zero trouble catching one after another, after another.

The next day, I got smoked by the surf. I was in need of a bit of positive beach time so I invited Molly to walk from Canggu to Old Man's beach for a sunset str♡ll. That day at Echo beach, Pete and I got pretty spooked after being washing machined by a few massive waves that broke into a bed of rocks. Then I came into the easy zone, but still split the board in two. I had to pay for half the board, which was no biggie in the end, but more so, my surf spirits were more shredded the appearance of snapped board.

During the recovery sunset walk, again, the beaches were packed. But packed felt totally normal. Everyone was doing their own thing and enjoying every minute. Dogs roamed all around, folks lounged in chairs sipping cold drinks, kids played in the sand, swimmers "waded" in the beach breaks, young men played soccer, and there were 120 surfers just PLAYING in the rapid succession of perfect, rolling, four to five foot waves. At any one moment there could be 20 people surfing four different waves, one behind the other, everyone noticeably having the time of their lives. The sun was setting beyond the thin cloud layer just above the horizon. The ambiance was warm. The air itself was red-orange. If beaches had alpenglow, this was it. We sat on a sandy knoll and admired the iconic Bali surf scene. The party wave was in full effect and we enjoyed commenting on the skill of the surfers from the shore, as we have done many times before.

Stoked from the night before, Pete and I were back at Old Mans at 8am the next morning to catch glassy post dawn waves. Again, the water was crowded, but there were ample waves for everyone, at every skill level. Pete and I stayed close at first and warmed up on easy whitewater. Later I moved out to the midlevel zone and stood up on a few small faces. After an hour, this had already been the most fun session of my life. To save my energy, I rode back in and snacked on a yogurt berry parfait, sipped an iced mocha, lathered the sun block, and went out for two more sessions. I reentered. I swam through the little channel to the left of the breakers. It was hard to wait for the perfect wave because they were all perfect. I alternated between catching an oncoming breaker and just practicing standing up and riding on whitewater. I was able to navigate the board and adjust my feet enough to dodge other surfers and sometimes gun for the face. I listened to more experienced surfers give their friends advice. "When the board starts to tip down, push up and get your feet set before while still in your plank position." If advice were an element, this nugget was gold. I rode the slow right breakers over and over. By the time I was finished, it was nearly 1pm and it had been the most fun surf day ever. I haven't surfed much, but I now see why Indo is a surf Mecca. I look forward to meeting the Old Man again.

then get 'em!

Part 2: Ubud 

Early afternoon on the morning of the epic surf, we departed for the town of Ubud, where we stayed in a two bedroom villa with a small pool overlooking a gradually terraced mature rice field. Another beautiful spot! Our host was suuuper friendly. Every morning after serving breakfast on the patio overlooking the rice terraces, orchids, and palm trees, he would ask, "what is the program for today?"
Our Ubud-iful program started Wednesday night at a tattoo parlor. Everyone was keen to get a tat in Ubud, but only Catherine left with viking inspired ink.

ArchitectureWhile driving to Ubud, we started to comment on the similarities between the stone architecture of the temples and "fences" lining the streets and the Hindu aspects of the temples of Angkor in Cambodia. Square dark volcanic stone, mostly from the Mt. Agung volcanic area, with many protruding layers and upward hooks on the corners dominate the visual field of the residential areas in central Bali. We only traveled via motorbikes and this building style was very abundant. Statues, according to a guide, are often built around the Balinese new year. Statues occupy every other street corner and intersection, many with Hindu god and goddess inspiration, and others with cultural flare, like the detailed 7 meter tall surfing monkey!

The next morning we hit up the ~1000 year old Elephant cave temple nestled in a beautiful forest valley. Against Molly's will, we hired a tour guide who blessed us with prayer and splashes of holy water. The temple had two areas, the Hindu and the Buddhist. The Hindu Temple was the namesake of the area, but the Buddhist portion was only a large stone carving the size of small house that had fallen into the creek bed after an Earthquake. This was our first bite of forested nature of Ubud.

Our second bite of natural beauty came later that day, and it was the Tegenungan Waterfall. Although crawling with people and blasting party music, it was still a fun scene. We swam at the base of the raging falls and considered riding the massive swings that swung over the falls. Instead we left for an afternoon pool swim and a snooze.

Food

We ate a few lavish meals. Some call it imposter syndrome, perhaps. Kind, smiling hosts greet us with flowers and ice cold cinnamon towels to refresh our heat-rashed skin. Napkins placed in our laps, cold fruity water poured in the glasses. Fresh juices and flavorful saucy asian dishes tickled our palates. Nasi campur, gado gado, nasi goreng, beef rendang (only for tourists because Hindus don't eat beef), and curries, were all staples amongst the crew. There are so many good restaurants to choose from, sometimes we just looked at the map and picked the one with most good reviews. This strategy led us to the nicest 5 star resort restaurant many of us had ever visited, called the Dining Corner. If you wanna blast off your vacation at a luxury villa, blow your load at Kayumanis. We toured the Luxury villas with private infinity pools overlooking the jungle. I felt spoiled to have eaten there. Maybe grateful is a more appropriate feeling. Had I known the elegance of this place, I would have left my tank top and board shorts at home. Next time 😉

Place: Mt. Batur

Hayley and Pete soaking up the sunrise

20 years of crushin it with Pete

Batur Lake and crater

Expectations can be dangerous. Luckily this one wasn't - I expected more dusty dirt roads. All roads are paved where we traveled, which is great for motorbiking. Narrow streets lined with thin slices of grass, vegetation, and a deep gutter.

We awoke at 2am for a transport to the trailhead of the sunrise summit of Mt. Batur. We sleepily chatted with our driver, sipping gritty instant Copi, readying ourselves for the ~4 hour trek.

The ascent was pitch black. A couple hundred people were scattered along the trail with their respective local guides. Big colorful motocross bikes brapped past us with those less prepared holding on to the driver for dear life. Although we could have managed the entire trek on our own, I always appreciate having a knowledgeable local guide with whom to chat, joke, and laugh. Hiring local guides helps to minimize the chaos that unbridled tourists might cause without local knowhow, and provides good stable jobs. Our guide, Roca, one of eight siblings, was from the large crater surrounding Batur. He practiced his English as we spat broken Indo phrases along the route.

The sunrise on the summit, sipping coffee and eating boiled eggs while chatting with Pete and Hayley about our lives, our views, and future plans was one of the more memorable experiences of the entire trip. Something about early mornings and mountains tops really sets the scene for a lasting memory.

Hiking with the homies at Mt. Batur summit, Mt. Agung in the background

When the sun rose, we calmed our sweaty mountain chills by standing next to the steam vents produced by the volcano and watching the monkeys ascend from the crater up to the summit rim. There, they sat and waited to be fed by the tourists. They ate, drank, fornicated, and nursed their young, all right front of us. Humans were witnessing and directly causing artificial population increase due to minimized natural predators and increased food availability. It seems that feeding the wild animals was okay here soley because the creatures are so damn cute.

Back at the trailhead we said farewell to all the other hikers and our guide, and the driver took us to the underrated Batur Natural Hot Spring. Yes, Bali is already hot, but the mountain is coolish. We soaked our bones for an hour and straight relaxxxxxed.

On the descent drive out of the large crater which houses the entirety of Batur back to Ubud, we almost bypassed the last part of the tour due to tiredness - the coffee plantation. Thank goodness we didn't. Our tour guide at the plantation was maybe 23 years old and had already been a guide there for three years. He was stoked be guiding us. Beneath the hectares of coffee and chocolate plants, ginger, turmeric, and chiles line the forest floor. Tea leaves don't grow well in hot temps, so Indo tea is typically made from smaller herbs and the dried roots previously mentioned. In addition, nearly 1000 Luwak weasels rummage through the coffee plants, selectively swallowing the best beans. After passing through the GI tract of the animal, the acidity and associated caffeine levels of the coffee bean drop. The farmers hunt for the excrement of the Luwak, rinse it, dry it, roast it, the brew it so uber coffee connoisseurs can pay $50/cup of delicacy weasel shit coffee. Our dude gave us a homie hookup ($3) and we shared an admittedly delicious bitterless cup.

The Mt. Batur Sunrise Tours nailed it. Hayley said it right, "you couldn't poke a hole in this tou-ah."

Yoga and fitness

Yoga Barn flower design

Bali is like the Boulder, Colorado of Asia. People are beautiful, generally very fit, funky. They love to eat fresh food consciously and spend time with the natural world. Health and wellbeing are bountiful here. Catherine enjoyed Alex's Yin yoga class in Canggu at Odyssey. Then in Ubud we went balls to the wall at the Yoga Barn for consecutive days of afternoon Vinyasa flow. The main studio is a large, open air second floor... barn. I could easily overutilize a month long unlimited pass here and barely scratch the surface of their diverse yoga and meditation offerings. So much combined ancient and contemporary wisdom to glean here.

I love exploring new places on foot. Running through new areas allows me to be with a place at a slower pace than biking, but cover more ground that a walk. In Canggu, the morning beach run was a perfect way to start the day. Our last night in Ubud, Pete and I cruised the streets, smiling at the friendly supportive shouts from kids and guys, and constantly shooing off protective barking dogs of the residential areas.
Green school

The Green school is an international school focused on conservation, community engagement, and solution- based learning. They are also famous for their cutting edge bamboo architecture. Thankfully, everyone else all wanted to tour the green school for an hour one morning. I enjoyed looking at the variety of structures and the projects that students at the school had incorporated into their campus. The educational model of this school is well aligned with my educational philosophy, and could see myself applying for a position here... again.

Closing

I am so lucky to have been born into a situation and to parents who have provided well enough for us to travel around the world. Sure, we did some work on our own, but location of birth is a significant indicator of opportunity one has in ones life, and I was born in a place and in a time which, and to parents who offer people lots of opportunity. As an adult I've always loved to travel, but mostly around the mountain west of North America, over trails, rocks, and snowy glades. Now, I love traveling with my wife and friends, learning local phrases, eating local foods, seeing new sites, and exploring new ways of being wholly healthy and balanced. Bali inspires me to continue this exploration. Indo is intriguing. Thank you Bali, I will be back!