Wednesday, April 20, 2016



Anniversary Weekend in Porto

(or an overly personal reflection on our relationship)



This April, Brad and I celebrate our eighth anniversary.   On the one hand, it's hard to believe that we have already spent so many years together, but on the other hand, I have a pretty hard time remembering what life was like pre-Brad, and an even harder time imagining what life would be like without him.  One thing that I think is crucial for us both to keep in mind though, is that even after being together for eight years, the choice to be together is, well, exactly that, a choice--and not a default.  This idea of both making long-term commitments to one another (like our 2017 marriage plans), and also mindful decision-making didn't come to us immaculately.  In 2010, there was a specific moment when we were inspired to look at our relationship in a new way. 

In our last years at Middlebury (respectively), Brad and I were both lucky enough to have classes with John Elder.  I say lucky enough, because just before Brad graduated, John retired from teaching after a long career.  Like many a Middlebury student before us, we found ourselves in awe of the thoughtfulness, insightfulness and care with which he took on the subjects he taught and the students he engaged with.  There are many things that Brad and I both took away from his classes; more than content to memorise, John helped his students to reconsider their way of being, seeing and interacting with one's surroundings and one another.   As much a master listener and observer as he is a master speaker, the lessons learned through interacting with John are the kind that come to you gently at first and then seep in over time.   However, beyond his meditations on ecotones and the natural world, one of his reflections that makes a consistent reappearance for the two of us was a comment that the made about his relationship with his wife, Rita.  He said that he and his wife sign a one-year contract every year.  Yes, they are married, but more important than the legal status, they annually and mindfully make the decision to stay together for another year, thus guaranteeing that they are not together by default or because that is how it has been since they can remember, but rather because they decide that they want to be together for another year. 
Afternoon tasting at Taylor's

Whether or not there is a real paper contract, and whether or not John and Rita actually do this every year is relatively immaterial.   The takeaway for us is not that we should have an annual signing ceremony.  Instead, in hearing and internalising the experience of John and his wife, we have chosen to approach our relationship not as inevitable, but as purposeful. And this year, we made that purposeful choice to enter into our 9th year together and kick off an entirely new set of exciting and intimidating new projects in a totally new and exciting setting (thanks to a wonderful surprise from Brad): Porto, Portugal.  So, here for your viewing pleasure, and a change-up from our usual blog content, a few photos from an amazing weekend of visiting wine cellars, promenading, eating pastries and repeating.
Pastel Nata: Brad's new favorite
Cellar tour at Ferreira 
See the resemblance between the Ponte Louis I and the Eiffel Tower? 
Looking east down the Duoro from the Ponte Louis I 
Traditional boats for transporting Porto to Porto for ageing. 

Sunday, April 17, 2016

Skiing meets caving in the Dévoluy massif

         Hill and I have been staying quiet on the blog front over the past months, although not due to inactivity or a lack of things to report. We've been all out this year between Hill continuing work as a teacher, beginning a master's program and training for running, and I've been well occupied as well between the final year of my thesis and preparing the entrance exams for the aspirant guide program. Back in March, however, we managed to score a rare day of pure exploration and adventure in the mountains, with no ulterior motive. We teamed up with our friends Thibaut, Corentin and Remy to do the legendary "Chourum Olympique" on the Grand Ferrand in the Dévoluy massif, about a two hour drive south of Grenoble. The photos pretty well tell the story, but basically it's a regular ski tour up until the point when you put skis on the pack and start tunneling up through 50° couloirs passing under cliff bands. The ambiance was spectacular and entirely novel, and made for fun romping in steep terrain without needing a rope. The descent off the south side featured some down-climbing, a section of 40-45° skiing, followed by heroic corn and some of the best turns of the year. "Days like this" make it all worthwhile... 

Can you spot the skin track disappearing into the rock band?


Transitioning at the beginning of the "chourum" or tunnel, happy to be out of the south-facing heat. 

Hillary leads the way up through the first chourum.  


The boys emerging onto suspended snow slopes, between chourums #1 & 2.

Respectable view with the Ecrins in the background.


Ambiance!!!

Thibaut content, just below the summit. 

Fresh corn, rolled in butter and salted to taste.
 
Remy opted to fly rather than ski back to the car... to each his own ;-)