<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335</id><updated>2012-02-05T00:09:36.765-08:00</updated><category term='Trail Running'/><category term='Biking'/><category term='Sunsets'/><category term='Michaud Lane'/><category term='Hiking'/><title type='text'>Fort Hardy</title><subtitle type='html'>Rambles and Observations</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-1503956522285646675</id><published>2012-01-28T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T13:31:22.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain Bike Video</title><content type='html'>This one is just too cool not to share.&amp;nbsp; It will inspire you to get out in the cold.&amp;nbsp; I like how happy the dog is in the video.&amp;nbsp; The people seem to be having fun too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/35403060"&gt;http://vimeo.com/35403060 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-1503956522285646675?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/1503956522285646675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=1503956522285646675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/1503956522285646675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/1503956522285646675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2012/01/mountain-bike-video.html' title='Mountain Bike Video'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-1295966989275562463</id><published>2011-10-27T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T14:11:22.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavy Snow and Limb Removal Help</title><content type='html'>Hey Folks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been too long since my last post but hopefully this information can help someone out.&amp;nbsp; The City of Fort Collins will be collecting storm damaged limbs for free.&amp;nbsp; See the link below for more information!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_372096678"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fcgov.com/news/index.php?id=4046"&gt;http://www.fcgov.com/news/index.php?id=4046&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-1295966989275562463?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/1295966989275562463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=1295966989275562463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/1295966989275562463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/1295966989275562463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2011/10/heavy-snow-and-limb-removal-help.html' title='Heavy Snow and Limb Removal Help'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-8532201144507063183</id><published>2011-01-06T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T14:41:47.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowshoeing</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TSY4W19IFBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RQ71ntIn1F8/s1600/Snowshoe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TSY4W19IFBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RQ71ntIn1F8/s400/Snowshoe.jpg" border="0" height="266" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;From L to R- Dr. B, Winston, Dr. H, and Dr. S.  in the parking lot on Deadman Rd.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great day of snowshoeing that was quite a surprise.  We initially had plans to go to a new area west of Boulder that Christi and I had never visited, led by our fearless friend Dr. S.  When we picked up Dr. S and Dr. B at 8am, the snow was already flying in Fort Collins, so we thought the drive to Boulder might be dodgy.  Instead, we decided to live on the edge and head to the Red Feather Lakes area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Feather Lakes is about 45 minutes northwest of Fort Collins.  If you have never been there, it is well worth a visit, or many visits.  It really is an impressive landscape, not only for the mountains that surround it but more for the smattering of large rock formations scattered throughout the many meadows and small lakes that dot the area.  These are all encapsulated in evergreen forests filled with ponderosa, spruce and clumps of aspen.  Incidentally, our snowshoe route took us through some stands of aspens with some of the largest aspen trees we have collectively ever seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I initially describe this trip as dodgy because, except for the last mile or two of the drive, we thought we may not have enough snow for snowshoeing.  We thought we might enjoy a nice mixed conditions hike, but we indeed had plenty of snow.  In fact, it snowed the entire time we were hiking.  Our route was an out and back circuit on Deadman Road, a forbidding name, but quite a nice place.  We probably went a total of 6 miles and had great snowshoeing conditions.  Deadman Road is a Forest Service road that goes on for 20 or 30 miles and eventually connects with the Laramie River Road.  Although I have not traveled the route personally, I believe one would be able to eventually link to roads that would wind into Laramie, WY or to Cameron Pass.  I think we often fail to realize just how much public land there is in this corner of the world.  We are talking lots, tons, a truckload here.  Incidentally, I already have summer plans for a bike tour that will just do this, probably linking into Cameron Pass and heading back down the Poudre Canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TSY99ArS32I/AAAAAAAAAGg/llY658LNgzI/s1600/snow+winston.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We all had a very nice snowshoe, caught a brief glimpse of a moose gliding through about 3 feet of snow like it was no problem at all, and topped off the trip with a couple of Girl Scouts on a Ski Lift (those were the names of the hot chocolate beverages imbued with some peppermint schnapps that we consumed at the Pot Belly Restaurant and Bar, another great place to visit).  However, I personally believe Winston had the best time of all as he ran six times the distance we covered and enjoyed a lot more smells and then got to sleep the whole way home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TSY99ArS32I/AAAAAAAAAGg/llY658LNgzI/s1600/snow+winston.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TSY99ArS32I/AAAAAAAAAGg/llY658LNgzI/s320/snow+winston.jpg" border="0" height="213" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-8532201144507063183?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/8532201144507063183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=8532201144507063183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/8532201144507063183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/8532201144507063183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2011/01/snowshoeing.html' title='Snowshoeing'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TSY4W19IFBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RQ71ntIn1F8/s72-c/Snowshoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-3346776174440254525</id><published>2010-12-16T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T12:56:49.702-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunsets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michaud Lane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trail Running'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biking'/><title type='text'>Reservoir Ridge Natural Area - aka Michaud Lane Trail</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQp4190Us-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/LrkSZAWroJg/s1600/IMG_7328.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551382359209980898" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQp4190Us-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/LrkSZAWroJg/s320/IMG_7328.JPG" style="float: left; height: 214px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;First Trail Junction and view Northeast&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This place is sweet.  It is exactly 9 minutes by car from my doorstep to the trailhead.  I would guess it is about 20 minutes or so by bike.  I ride by the turn all the time on my bike rides, but as I do not have a mountain bike I just keep on spinnin' by.  I have been trail running over there lately, which is fantastic!  Here are some pictures from a this past Sunday on a sunset hike with Christi and Winston.  The first is the view from the first trail junction just at the top of the first little set of switchbacks.  You can see northern Fort Collins and the south end of Wellington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQp6rssg0cI/AAAAAAAAAF0/k0-c1vxtzVo/s1600/IMG_7348.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551384381838381506" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQp6rssg0cI/AAAAAAAAAF0/k0-c1vxtzVo/s320/IMG_7348.JPG" style="float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 214px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deer on the Ridge&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;A little further south on the trail we came across six deer.  Here you can see two silhouetted on the ridge line below this lone pine.  It really is a very neat place 10 minutes from our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would be a sunset hike without some pictures of the sunset.  The sky just keep getting better and better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQp8XsHnGcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/E2LJJ0-8dFU/s1600/IMG_7367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQp8XsHnGcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/E2LJJ0-8dFU/s400/IMG_7367.JPG" border="0" height="266" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQp8bF4NhoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7if-m7W8LPI/s1600/IMG_7368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQp8bF4NhoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7if-m7W8LPI/s400/IMG_7368.JPG" border="0" height="266" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQp8fQ3golI/AAAAAAAAAGE/zmVsjIkwAkU/s1600/IMG_7369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQp8fQ3golI/AAAAAAAAAGE/zmVsjIkwAkU/s400/IMG_7369.JPG" border="0" height="266" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-3346776174440254525?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/3346776174440254525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=3346776174440254525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/3346776174440254525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/3346776174440254525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2010/12/reservoir-ridge-natural-area-aka.html' title='Reservoir Ridge Natural Area - aka Michaud Lane Trail'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQp4190Us-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/LrkSZAWroJg/s72-c/IMG_7328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-4111354036602267559</id><published>2010-12-10T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T17:59:31.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweed Run Fort Collins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLZznVzGlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/H0DCoCYazbM/s1600/aaatweed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLZznVzGlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/H0DCoCYazbM/s320/aaatweed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549237171630840402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare say the time is upon us.  A call to my fellow gentleman and ladies, scallywags and misfits, it is time to organize, improvise, instigate and pontificate upon the merits and grand delusions of tweedom.  What is this jibber jabber rubbish you ask.  In the spirit of the original, or at least as original as I could find with a quick spin on the great wizard of Google, I announce tentatively concrete plans for the Fort Collins Tweed Run.  (***I am relatively new to this blogging thing and I do not know all of the etiquette rules to using photos from other sites, so if I am breaking them I am sorry.  I used the photo from &lt;a href="http://bikehugger.com/"&gt;http://bikehugger.com/&lt;/a&gt;.  I hope that suffices).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait dear sir, what is a tweed run?  &lt;a href="http://tweedrun.com/"&gt;Look here&lt;/a&gt;, or maybe &lt;a href="http://sftweed.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and just to be safe lets include a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tweed_Run"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;.  Sounds smashing indeed, so when can I begin to air my tweeds to eliminate that mothball smell.  Well, I say we shoot for spring 2011.  Enticing details, but not too detailed, details to follow.  The gist is this.  Meet in Old Town, drink some tea, coffee, scotch, or whiskey (American or Scottish, depending on if you are a purist and of which puritan persuasion you may be), water, or beer and begin a leisurely ride towards Laporte, then Bellevue.  Maybe a venture into the brand new, so new they do not even have a website (or maybe they just do not want a website, &lt;a href="http://www.coloradoan.com/article/20101207/BUSINESS/12070328/Bellvue-Store-home-to-new-coffee-shop"&gt;but here there are on the web none the less&lt;/a&gt;) Bellevue Bean Coffee shop for some more coffee, tea or other libation before heading in a decidedly circuitous route to our point of origin, at which point we will once again have liquid libations of one's personal choosing.  May I humbly recommend something from this &lt;a href="http://www.equinoxbrewing.com/"&gt;fine establishment.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Sweet Succotash!!  Those folks can produce a mighty fine pint indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio my good lads and lasses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-4111354036602267559?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/4111354036602267559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=4111354036602267559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/4111354036602267559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/4111354036602267559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2010/12/tweed-run-fort-collins.html' title='Tweed Run Fort Collins'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLZznVzGlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/H0DCoCYazbM/s72-c/aaatweed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-3633427393645468988</id><published>2010-12-10T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T15:03:11.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Shop Conversations....</title><content type='html'>It always amazes me what people will say in a public place on a cell phone.  Less than 3 feet away right now a woman is talking about how she is bipolar, accused of running away with a homeless man, and sitting with a man who is obviously drunk, or at least close to it.  She says her family is trying to kidnap her and she is on disability.  She was seeking legal advice on how her court appearance is going to go.  It is not like I am trying to hear all of this, but these people really do not care who hears this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love coffee shops.  They keep life interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-3633427393645468988?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/3633427393645468988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=3633427393645468988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/3633427393645468988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/3633427393645468988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2010/12/coffee-shop-conversations.html' title='Coffee Shop Conversations....'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-8856083909231701295</id><published>2010-12-02T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T14:44:45.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweed Rides</title><content type='html'>I have been kicking around the notion of a organizing a tweed ride for a number of years now.  I have to say, I think the time may be upon us, or at least upon us soon.  Our weather is a bit unpredictable this time of year, but I think springtime may be the right time.  If you live in the Fort Collins area and would be interested in a cruising along on a tweed'er shoot me an email.  We could also make one happen much sooner than spring if the weather looks right.  We will probably start and end at a local brewery, who knows, maybe Equinox....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-8856083909231701295?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/8856083909231701295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=8856083909231701295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/8856083909231701295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/8856083909231701295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2010/12/tweed-rides.html' title='Tweed Rides'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-1844348476470506950</id><published>2010-02-12T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T08:32:05.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What would the tinkerer do?</title><content type='html'>I just can't get this Abbey and Trippel label issue out of my head.  Not to beat a dead horse, but New Belgium is my favorite brewery, and Abbey and Trippel are a big reason for my affectionate affliction.  I think I am going to have to come off of the sidelines on this one and start a grass roots campaign to bring back the labels.  I woke up this morning thinking about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some of you are going to say this guy is a whack job.  Who cares about the labels, its the beer that matters.  I agree, it is the beer, but for me the beer represents so much more.  Whether consciously or not, the image of the maker of a product goes into our  purchasing decisions, and subsequently, the experience we have related to the particular product.  This is a very well researched topic and we could spend hours discussing corporate image, goodwill, brand awareness, etc.  The bottom line in all of this is that the change in labels represents a small change in my perception of New Belgium.  I liked the original artwork.  I started loving Abbey and Trippel with the monks and the sirens.  The bottles represented a voyage to a land I had never reached.  They were the embodiment of the trip I wanted to take.  I was proud of the little brewery that used a neighbors art to grace their lovely brew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to my campaign.  You heard it here first.  I love NBB.  The new slogan for the campaign:  "What would the tinkerer do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the tinkerer?  He is the guy in this video from NBB called &lt;a href="http://www.newbelgium.com/videos#87"&gt;"Anthem"&lt;/a&gt;.  (You have to click the "anthem" link because I am not tech savvy enough to embed the video).  Which beer label would he go for?    Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="%27http://www.newbelgium.com/files/flash/mediaplayer.swf%27" allowscriptaccess="'always'" allowfullscreen="'true'" flashvars="'file=" streamer="rtmp%3A%2F%2Fnewbelgium.streamguys.org%2Ffyfvids&amp;amp;autostart=" dock="false&amp;amp;plugins=" 2d="" height="'480'" width="'640'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="%27http://www.newbelgium.com/files/flash/mediaplayer.swf%27" allowscriptaccess="'always'" allowfullscreen="'true'" flashvars="'file=" streamer="rtmp%3A%2F%2Fnewbelgium.streamguys.org%2Ffyfvids&amp;amp;autostart=" dock="false&amp;amp;plugins=" 2d="" height="'480'" width="'640'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="%27http://www.newbelgium.com/files/flash/mediaplayer.swf%27" allowscriptaccess="'always'" allowfullscreen="'true'" flashvars="'file=" streamer="rtmp%3A%2F%2Fnewbelgium.streamguys.org%2Ffyfvids&amp;amp;autostart=" dock="false&amp;amp;plugins=" 2d="" height="'480'" width="'640'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-1844348476470506950?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/1844348476470506950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=1844348476470506950' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/1844348476470506950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/1844348476470506950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-would-tinkerer-do.html' title='What would the tinkerer do?'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-431423181823550156</id><published>2010-02-10T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:30:38.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why New Belgium...why?</title><content type='html'>I begin this post with the following disclaimer:  I love New Belgium Brewing.  I strongly support their culture, all they do for their patrons, and the amazing vibe they have going.  I stand for Tour de Fat, Wind Energy, Free Tastings, recycling, living green, riding bikes, and apple pie (I just like apple pie, it has nothing to do with New Belgium).  Further, one of my three dream jobs involves working for NBB and I have applied for numerous jobs there with no luck yet.  I hope this post does not hurt my chances, but I only write it out of pure affection.  This is going to be one of those fatherly, Socratic posts, where I ask the why question.  This must be like having a teenager where you are full of love, but you feel like they are going down the wrong road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the source of my angst you ask (well maybe you don't ask, but you are reading this of your own free will)?  The new concept and labels associated with the &lt;a href="http://www.newbelgium.com/category/beers/explore-series"&gt;Explore Series&lt;/a&gt;.  I do not know where to begin.  &lt;a href="http://www.newbelgium.com/beer/abbey"&gt;Abbey&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.newbelgium.com/beer/trippel"&gt;Trippel&lt;/a&gt; are two of my favorite beers.  My love affair with these two goes all the way back to moving to Fort Collins in 2000.  I can still remember my first taste of these divine nectars in the old tasting room at NBB (pre-expansion).  They opened my naive eyes to what this combination of yeast, water, hops, and barley could become.  It was like the big bang for beer.  Lets face it, whatever the purists say, the packaging &lt;a href="http://www.unnecessaryumlaut.com/?p=2219"&gt;(see some original Abbey art here)&lt;/a&gt; is part of the experience.  The labeling on these beers was fantastic.  Artistry worthy of wall art.  The monks, the sirens, true perfection.  And now to the issue, and how to state it mildly.  I feel like these beers have now been violated, deflowered, spoiled, tainted.  Their beauty and innocence has been snatched away.  Instead, the faithful are left with "The Gap" in a bottle.  The new labels look like something one would see at the mall (Gap, Eddie Bauer, Gap Kids).  The romance is gone.  You can say it is the same beer, but it is most definitely not the same beer.  The experience has changed. This goes against the individualistic ideal (or my perception of that) of  New Belgium.  The Tour de Fat is one, big festival of individualism.  These labels are painfully not individualistic.  I do not criticize the design, and am sure from a graphic design standpoint, they are spot on, but they are not hand painted by a local artist like the labels used to be.  They have no panache, no beauty, no heart.  I could continue, but it only makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further, lets talk about this "Explore" series label that has been applied to Abbey and Trippel.  My personal understanding of NBB history is that Abbey and Fat Tire were the two original beers brewed by Jeff L., a co-founder and original Brewmaster of NBB.  Abbey has won more beer medals for NBB than any other beer in the lineup.  Sure, it accounts for a very small percentage of sales, but C'mon.  Some beers are brewed because they define a company, are part of the soul.  Abbey was there from the inception, conception, of NBB.  Placing it in the "Explore" series makes no sense.  Sure, on paper in that marketing group meeting it made sense.  Maybe from a financial accounting standpoint, makes sense, maybe, but does this really make sense in the real world?  You can't place the Grand Dame with the new girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me close by reiterating my love for NBB, one of my most respected companies.  I only ask these questions out of love.  My hope will be that someone at NBB may read this (although only one person has every commented on my blog, and that was a friend, so the odds are slim) and realize how brilliant these comments are.  They will invite me down to the brewery, hold a press conference announcing they are bringing back the Abbey and Trippel labels, and give me a lifetime supply of Abbey and Trippel.  Hell, while I am dreaming, maybe they will present me with a cruiser bike and the keys to the brewery, but maybe pigs will fly out of my ass.  I would be happy with the Abbey and Trippel labels back, with the Gap labels burned in a flaming bonfire (I would settle for recycling as it is more environmentally responsible, but I do like a good fire).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-431423181823550156?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/431423181823550156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=431423181823550156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/431423181823550156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/431423181823550156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-new-belgiumwhy.html' title='Why New Belgium...why?'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-3980897571326537271</id><published>2010-02-08T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T07:11:10.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip V</title><content type='html'>My friend Andy is a brewer at New Belgium Brewing here in Fort Collins.  The brewery has this little competition where anyone working at the brewery who is interested can submit a concept for a dream beer they would like to brew.  Well, Andy is a very cool guy and he came up with a very cool concept for an extremely tasty beer.  To get your beer selected I believe you must provide a narrative and a list of ingredients that would be used to make your concoction.  This is fun, but this is also serious business.  There are some serious creative types at NBB and they take making great beer pretty seriously.  I do not know all of the selection criteria but I do know that you have to impress the Brewmaster of Brewmasters to get selected.  All this means, you can't be a slouch and your beer better be able to ante up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This beer is also pretty special because it is brewed at Elysian Brewing Company in Seattle, which isn't that special if you live in Seattle, but what it means for us in Fort Collins is that we do not get any shipped here.  Luckily, Andy was provided with 4 22oz bottles for his preview and I got a tasting from one of those bottles.  Boy Howdy, was it good!  In the nose one picks up hints of chocolate and cherry, with a very pleasing golden brown color in the glass.  The flavor starts of a bit subtle then finishes with a nice vanilla flavor once swallowed.  Author's note:  I don't know all of the technical beer terms for tasting, but I taste alot of beers.  Bottom line, Andy brewed up a really great beer even if I can't describe it properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can beg, borrow or pay appropriately for some of this stuff, do it!  You will be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-3980897571326537271?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/3980897571326537271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=3980897571326537271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/3980897571326537271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/3980897571326537271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2010/02/trip-five.html' title='Trip V'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-279990033295235718</id><published>2010-02-03T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T08:07:41.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bikes and Birdhouses</title><content type='html'>My dad was big into birds and birdwatching.  It seems he was always standing at the kitchen window watching the birds at the feeders just at the edge of the woods.  I enjoyed seeing them too, but I appreciate the concept more now that I am older. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently hung a bird feeder just outside our kitchen window.  For the first 5 days, not a single bird, I mean not one.  In fact, the running joke had become, "Hey look honey, no birds at the feeder."  Then one morning I was having my coffee and I saw a low flying bird by the back window.  I thought could she be going to my feeder.  Sure enough I glanced out and there she was...our very first customer.  And just like that the flood gates opened.  After the first bird, a black-capped chickadee we had another 5 to 10 birds in 20 minutes.  It was pretty amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is what makes birdwatching so much fun, the complete lack of control.  You hang up a feeder and whoever shows up, shows up.  Sure, you can buy seed blends that favor certain species, but ultimately, the birds decide.  We have no control.  It's not like an aquarium where  you get to choose the fish you want.  No fish "just shows up" in an aquarium.  Birds at the feeder are a whole different game.  There are the typical birds one expects to see, the nuthatches, chickadees, wrens and finches, oh and the occassional flicker, but there is always the unexpected.  Best part...you have no control.  Now that I think about, a bird feeder is a lot like life.  You fill it up with education, friends, family, experiences and hang it out there and that is about where your control ends.  After that, who knows....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I did build a birdhouse yesterday and I didn't get to bikes, but I have been riding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-279990033295235718?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/279990033295235718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=279990033295235718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/279990033295235718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/279990033295235718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2010/02/bikes-and-birdhouses.html' title='Bikes and Birdhouses'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-714963243455114304</id><published>2009-12-17T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T08:59:07.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>J-O-B Hunt....</title><content type='html'>The saga continues....do you ever feel like you are stuck in the middle of a three book trilogy when you only meant to commit to a one book story?  Welcome to the world of job hunting in the biggest recession of my short lifetime.  Lets be clear, this is not whining, just a way to vent, or exponge excess energy from the mental coffers I call the treasure trove of my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is the irony.  I am sitting in a coffee shop doing a bit of job hunting when I overhear the following snippet of conversation from the table just next to me.  The table is occupied by two woman, one of whom is trying to recruit the other into some sort of a startup business venture.  This conversation has progressed for 45 minutes, and while I am not intentionally listening, one does hear bits here and there without intention.  Now, the interesting bit.  One woman is apparently married to a person that I recently interviewed with for a job that I would have really liked to have gotten.  How small can the world be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the like of immediate employment, life is progressing smashingly.  Family- great, Health-great, Friends-great, Job-well, I am sure it will be great soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-714963243455114304?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/714963243455114304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=714963243455114304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/714963243455114304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/714963243455114304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2009/12/j-o-b-hunt.html' title='J-O-B Hunt....'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-28389643733147385</id><published>2009-12-16T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T07:17:18.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Seuss</title><content type='html'>"Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple" Dr. Seuss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are indeed profound words of wisdom.  I would also add that the simplest answers are often the most difficult to implement.  There is an old adage about taking the easy road versus the road less traveled and lets not forget the high road.  On these roads one may find the bridge over troubled waters or the infamous bridge to no where, but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life often seems full of complex problems, but most have a simple, albeit difficult answer.  The one exception in my mind often involves the classic no win problem.  Where your actions are going to cause pain for the parties involved in the problem no matter which solution one chooses.  These, are the truly difficult problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, if we have our health and our family everything else is small potatoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-28389643733147385?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/28389643733147385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=28389643733147385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/28389643733147385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/28389643733147385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2009/12/dr-seuss.html' title='Dr. Seuss'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-4897914178821578383</id><published>2009-11-29T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:35:17.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Firewood...</title><content type='html'>The new house we have has a perfectly quaint wood burning fire place.  It is about 35 inches wide by 33 inches tall and has an earthy, greenish brown tiled surround.  The tiles are about 4 inches square and looked to be hand cut and glazed.  Centered above the firebox are three griffin heads, with two above and one below forming a triangle on a large center tile.  They add a very distinctive look and I find myself staring at those giffins quite frequently.  The fire grate fits the firebox quite nicely, and the back of the grate is taller than the front.   This extra height is adorned with a sun motif, similar to many I have seen above doorways or windows on homes close to the water.  Actually, a house down the street, not close to water at all, has a sun above their entrance, so what do I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have built maybe 10 fires in the fireplace thus far, mostly with wood that was already stacked in the back yard.  I believe it is wood from a large cottonwood tree that was removed from the back yard a few years ago.  The large hole from the stump is still visible just off our patio.  The wood seems to be seasoned well, and after splitting, it has burned well.  The fires are fairly hot and the wood does not create much popping or cracking.  However, I am about out of the cottonwood so I am searching for a new source and recently bought some pine from a local "earthcycling" business.  I was planning to go with my neighbor and cut some beetle kill pine, but we just haven't made it yet and I am not sure we will.  I will cut some wood soon, but in the meantime you use what you can.  Now, this pine I purchased was already split, but it did not seem very seasoned to me.  Sure enough, it has not been the best burning wood thus far.  It pops and hisses, reminding me of a cat at a fourth of july fireworks display.  Every time you are starting to relax and close your eyes, CRACK, BIFF, POW, like the old Batman tv shows.  I have come up with a bit of a solution.  I use a piece or two of my remaining cottonwood to get some good coals and then throw on a piece or two of pine.  This seems to be working and keeps the pine from slowly burning out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole experience really got me thinking about firewood.  A hundred years ago I would bet that every man, woman and child had an opinion on what kind of wood to burn for different purposes.  They knew the merits of each species, from quick lighting, to steady heating, to good, low burning for cooking.  In fact, I bet every person could build a respectable fire and keep it going throughout the evening.  Probably also knew how to properly stoke a fire so there would be embers for relighting the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up burning wood for heat in the winter, but we did have an oil furnace for backup to keep the pipes from freezing.  There were numerous occasions though when the furnace pilot light went out and we had to rely on that old wood stove to keep us warm throughout the night until Mr. Price could come and relight the furnace.  I also remember sleeping by the wood stove on really cold nights because our upstairs would be too cold for comfort.  It was fun to drag out a mattress and throw it on the floor by the fire.  We would pile the stove up with slabs of white oak and shut the stove vents down so it would burn low and slow all through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to get oak out here in Colorado unless you want to pay an arm and a leg.  Plus, buying local wood is the right thing to do, especially when we have millions of acres of beetle kill pine.  It just means I will have to hone my fire management skills just like the old timers.  I am sure I will come up with the right combination and method for keeping a good pine fire burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woodburners have a special place in my heart, and if you spend some time in front of one, you will never look at a gas fireplace again without lust in your heart for a wood fire. Heck, a wood fire is the reason the fire truck came to my sixth birthday party, but that is another story....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-4897914178821578383?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/4897914178821578383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=4897914178821578383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/4897914178821578383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/4897914178821578383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-firewood.html' title='On Firewood...'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-9124069354914028152</id><published>2009-11-20T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T08:05:20.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee...</title><content type='html'>Coffee is one of those beverages that no little kid seems to like, or at least it used to be that way.  When I was little, I did not have a single friend that even thought about drinking coffee.  Coffee was bad stuff.  But now, I see little people toddling up to Starbucks and sucking down a double venti machiatto crapbucket all the time.  I just don't get it.  But I also did not know a single kid that was allergic to gluten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress though.  Coffee is a fantastic beverage.  It wakes you up, keeps you focused and provides the occassional stomach ulcer.  Much like beer, there really is a wide discrepancy in flavor and quality and you sometimes get what you pay for.  Some brands are hyped a little high, while other great ones seem really happy to stay right below the radar.  I don't really know the ins and outs of coffee roasting and how important the whole process is, but I bet someone who really knows there craft is the difference between good and great.  My current favorite coffee is the Bean Cycle Blend by Bean Cycle Coffee here in Fort Collins.  I like a strong coffee and this fits the bill.  The coffee is great, but I also like their packaging, the fact they are big into bikes, and I can buy the coffee at Beavers Market just around the corner.  It costs me $4.95 for 1/2lb and that seems pretty fair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-9124069354914028152?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/9124069354914028152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=9124069354914028152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/9124069354914028152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/9124069354914028152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2009/11/coffee.html' title='Coffee...'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-8937039343140628390</id><published>2009-11-17T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T07:30:41.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Hunting</title><content type='html'>What a mix of anxiety and frustration.  I sit searching the internet job sites every day for possible jobs only to feel like I have wasted time with nothing to show for it.  You would think that two Masters degrees, one in Ecology and a second in Business Administration would make me a pretty marketable commodity.  Well, no such luck.  I think I am doing something wrong.  Maybe I am being a little picky about jobs, but I really am at a point in life where I want to be doing something I feel good about and not just pushing a pencil in middle management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me vent.  Now, if you know of anyone who needs a highly skilled, very creative and energetic employee to build and grow a company let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-8937039343140628390?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/8937039343140628390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=8937039343140628390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/8937039343140628390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/8937039343140628390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2009/11/job-hunting.html' title='Job Hunting'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-329099175932373961</id><published>2009-03-05T10:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:32:26.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blob</title><content type='html'>I went for a run this morning.  It was a nice run, except for the feeling that I was wearing a fat suit.  I have been working on my MBA these past two years and I am finally in the home stretch.  Lots of hard work and extra hours are about to come to an end (9 ½ weeks left, but who is counting).  The downside of all of this hard mental work is that my physical work has gone by the wayside.  I seem to be in that perpetual state of just trying to get started.  One week I will get in two runs and a bike ride and start to feel better, only to be followed by a week of no exercise at all and a return to sloth.  Getting started back to working out is always the hardest part and I feel like I have been just getting started for the last 19 months….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been amazing here in Colorado the last week.  Highs in the 60’s and 70’s.  This is made all the better by the fact that the eastern seaboard is mired in a snow storm with lots of white wetness on the ground.  Oh, I am sure we will get another big snow this year, but for now I have to gloat a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-329099175932373961?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/329099175932373961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=329099175932373961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/329099175932373961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/329099175932373961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2009/03/blob.html' title='The Blob'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-8418130518368537637</id><published>2009-02-23T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T07:32:35.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beer....</title><content type='html'>What do people normally do on a Monday morning when they have an imposing deadline looming over their head?  Update a blog they have not posted to in nearly a year with a post about beer.  Perfectly rational and reasonable.  Came across the blog &lt;a href="http://beervana.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beervana, the Blog&lt;/a&gt; this morning after seeing an article on Dr. Wort himself.  Looks like a great place, and since I will be in Bend, OR near one of my favorite breweries, Deschutes Brewing, I will have to do some research. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit New Belgium on Saturday and was it packed, but it was still a great time.  Always enjoy talking to the great folks there, and enjoy drinking their great beers FOR FREE even more.   Grand Cru is still available at the brewery and is a true joy, my personal favorite beer they make.  However, Abbey, Trippel, and 1554 are all very close seconds and can take the lead depending on the social situation and culinary pairing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to the deadline.....Happy Monday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-8418130518368537637?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/8418130518368537637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=8418130518368537637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/8418130518368537637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/8418130518368537637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2009/02/beer.html' title='Beer....'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-5832360832426816115</id><published>2008-04-16T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T08:11:51.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote Board</title><content type='html'>I really have to start keeping a running quote board.  This one from my good friend Julee is the funniest thing I have heard in nearly a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told Banks yesterday and he nearly fell out of his canoe van."  You have to know Banks for this one to really hit you, but man oh man, is that funny.  Banks is a great guy full of expression, and I can just see his eyes widen, his mouth flare into a big old grin, and hear him say, " Oh man, REALLY....." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen Banks in years, but that doesn't matter.  Best thing about friends really, you dont have to see them for years and they still can make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Wednesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-5832360832426816115?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/5832360832426816115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=5832360832426816115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/5832360832426816115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/5832360832426816115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2008/04/quote-board.html' title='Quote Board'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-2195711112281727806</id><published>2008-04-08T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T08:08:50.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chimichurri</title><content type='html'>Oh man!  I love chimichurri sauce and it looks like Chef Ed posted a &lt;a href="http://oneblockwest.blogspot.com/2008/04/chimichurri-or-cooking-by-feel.html"&gt;great one&lt;/a&gt;.  It is just the time of year to start the serious outdoor dining season, and I think this weekend will involve some meat on the grill with chimichurri sauce.  Who is excited?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-2195711112281727806?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/2195711112281727806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=2195711112281727806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/2195711112281727806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/2195711112281727806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2008/04/chimichurri.html' title='Chimichurri'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-810880000752016727</id><published>2008-03-28T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T11:00:30.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Choices</title><content type='html'>I was just reading a post at One Block West about &lt;a href="http://oneblockwest.blogspot.com/2008/03/thursdays.html"&gt;Thursdays&lt;/a&gt; and all of the activities that happen at a restaurant.  I just started checking out this blog and am glad to see that there are some foodie restaurants showing up in the Valley.  I noticed that Chef Ed uses foie gras and I thought I would ask him about it.  I dont have a hard core opinion (not a PETA freak) or anything like that, but am curious and he was kind enough to respond with an &lt;a href="http://www.citypaper.net/articles/2007/07/05/liver-let-die"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; I could read.  The article was interesting, but I dont think I will start eating foie gras any time soon.  I do appreciate that Chef Ed took the time to respond.  I have never met him in person, but based on his blog and restaurant philosphy, he seems like a nice enough guy.  For the record, I was definitely not trying to bait you Chef Ed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-810880000752016727?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/810880000752016727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=810880000752016727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/810880000752016727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/810880000752016727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2008/03/food-choices.html' title='Food Choices'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-7225033888090746934</id><published>2008-03-27T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T14:41:30.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The latest installment....</title><content type='html'>Okay all you FortHardy fans, here is the latest.  I just turned over 3000 miles on the odometer on my road bike.  I have ridden more miles than this, but there is something about seeing that milestone in beautiful, LED monochrome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-7225033888090746934?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/7225033888090746934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=7225033888090746934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/7225033888090746934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/7225033888090746934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2008/03/latest-installment.html' title='The latest installment....'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-5856184370529771289</id><published>2007-10-19T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T10:22:51.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zero Energy</title><content type='html'>I am really revving up on this green building idea.  I saw this article about Austin today and thought it was great.  Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.bizjournals.com/austin/stories/2007/10/15/daily29.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Cool people in Austin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-5856184370529771289?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/5856184370529771289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=5856184370529771289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/5856184370529771289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/5856184370529771289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2007/10/zero-energy.html' title='Zero Energy'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-6943723342202085191</id><published>2007-10-18T14:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T14:58:59.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come On Apple, I want my Macbook</title><content type='html'>I have to rant.  I have been waiting for Leopard now for 6 weeks in order to buy a new computer.  Leopard release 10/26...Hooray.  BUT, now the word on the street is that the Macbook will get a major redesign in the next few weeks after the release.  This means I have to wait even longer now.  I am happy if they upgrade the Macbook, so I am not complaining there.  I just want a new computer already.  Were is the instant gratification?  This money is burning a hole in my pocket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-6943723342202085191?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/6943723342202085191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=6943723342202085191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/6943723342202085191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/6943723342202085191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2007/10/come-on-apple-i-want-my-macbook.html' title='Come On Apple, I want my Macbook'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-8088503918654461442</id><published>2007-10-18T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T14:47:54.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is Fall!</title><content type='html'>Well, we are waking up to crisp mornings here in Colorado. The leaves are changing and the days are getting shorter. Gone are the days or riding the bike until 9pm. Now, if the ride is not done by 6:15pm you are pushing your luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to get the tandem back on the road. It needs new tires and I just have not ponied up the money for a new set of Armadillos. The old ones lasted for a very long time but now the tread is starting to split from the casing (not sure if I said that right). Oh well, these things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest thing out here is this whole "Dam the Poudre" controversy. Long story short is that about 14 communities along the Front Range want more water. Their answer is to put 2 big reservoirs on our local river, The Cache La Poudre, prounounced like Pooh-der. Local opposition is really mounting and being led by two really good guys, &lt;a href="http://garywockner.home.comcast.net/"&gt;Gary Wockner&lt;/a&gt; and Mark Easter. If you get a chance, throw your support behind these guys and there effort. Not too many good things have come out of water projects this size (I hate to make generalizations like this, so if you want to argue with me, come to Fort Collins and buy the first 3 pitchers of beer and we can talk about it).  The only good thing to come out of dams is usually tailwater fisheries.  My guess is that if they build these dams, so Adios to the Poudre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-8088503918654461442?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/8088503918654461442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=8088503918654461442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/8088503918654461442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/8088503918654461442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-is-fall.html' title='It is Fall!'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-7285865984751514242</id><published>2007-10-10T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T15:00:29.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a lame post.....</title><content type='html'>but I have not written in forever.  All the usual reasons.  Life is crazy, school is crazy, I am crazy, but I have to do better.  Spokes is giving me some inspiration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that, the quick and dirty.  Vacation to Italy and England.  Great.  New MBA program, good but really busy.  Work....its work. Life is very good.  Planning to get a new computer as soon as Mr. Jobs and the rest of the Apple Geeks roll out Leopard.  Release it already, and now I hear that they may roll out an upgraded Macbook hot on the heels.  I guess I will have to wait an extra month or two just to see what the new Macbook is like.  Heck, if I keep waiting for the newest thing, I guess I will never have to buy a computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-7285865984751514242?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/7285865984751514242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=7285865984751514242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/7285865984751514242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/7285865984751514242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-lame-post.html' title='It&apos;s a lame post.....'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-4259468508998516481</id><published>2007-07-02T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T12:14:26.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Republic of Boulder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/RolOW0JdlzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/B6ll6xKq4C8/s1600-h/IMG_0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082679808326735666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/RolOW0JdlzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/B6ll6xKq4C8/s320/IMG_0357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, the title of this report is such a cliché but it is very fitting. Maybe it was the fact that we rode our bike to Boulder, a brilliant experience, had two great meals in fine Boulder eating establishments, spent a number of hours watching, walking, and enjoying the Pearl Street Mall, and slept in a historic hotel, but Boulder truly does feel like a different world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Fort Collins around 9am Saturday morning and began our journey. We happened upon a triathalon just south of Fort Collins on Taft Hill Road and enjoyed zero traffic all the way to Loveland courtesy of the race. It was great. As a side, when we first saw the road closed with a race official waving cars away The “don’t rock the boat, follow all the rules” part of me just wanted to go east and head down Shields. My stoker (person on the back of the tandem), my beautiful wife, thought we should at least ask to see if we could follow the race course. The race official said, “Absolutely, have a great time” and we had a fantastic, car free, care free ride to Loveland. The moral of the story would be that sometimes all you have to do is ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching Loveland, we wound our way south through rural land and ranchettes to the town of Hygiene. Our legs felt good, the scenery was great and all was well. In hindsight, we should have stopped for some lunch and Gatorade in Hygiene. Instead, we pressed on towards Boulder. It was around 11:30am and it was starting to heat up a bit and we had some climbing to do to get to Highway 36. Our initial plan was to reach Highway 36 and back track a few miles to Lyons for lunch. After reaching 36 around noon, we pressed on towards Boulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christi and I both agree that Highway 36 was our least enjoyable part of the ride. There is a large bike lane and the views to the east keep your eyes occupied, but there is a lot of traffic and the cars pass you at 65 mph. I also think that we were starting to feel pretty dehydrated at this point and it really drained some energy. When you begin the day with 3 full water bottles and a 1.5 liter Camelback it seems like a decent amount of water. Let me tell you that this is not nearly enough water for 3.5 hours of cycling. We were planning to refill the bottles in Lyons, but since we decided to head for Boulder, we didn’t have a chance. This was our biggest mistake of the trip. Never the less, we made it to Boulder at 1pm and began the rehydrating process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boulderado, a historic landmark hotel, was our home while in Boulder. It is a grand style hotel with lots of dark wood, big staircases, and a 3 story lobby with a stained glass roof. Well worth a visit. Just as we were about to lock up our bike and head to the room for a shower, we realized that I had packed the wrong bike lock. In my late night packing haste I had grabbed the lock requiring a key (said key was in Fort Collins) instead of the combo lock. Since Christi and I were both dehydrated and fighting a headache and hunger pains this was not our happiest moment, but it was quickly remedied with a 3 block trip to a local hardware store and a $5 combo lock. Twenty minutes later we locked up the bike and headed for a cool shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 2:00pm we made the 2 block stroll to the Boulder Café on Pearl Street for a late lunch, which we were really treating as an appetizer for dinner. Our “appetizer” turned out to be a large salad and a salmon melt with fries. Normally this would have been more than enough for the rest of the day, but on this day, it really was just an appetizer. After lunch, we strolled Pearl Street for an hour, then when back to the Boulderado and took a short nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 5:30pm we were back at our favorite Boulder restaurant, Jax, for more fuel. It was fantastic. After dinner we watched street performers, checked out some art galleries and topped of the evening with a beer sampler tray from Redfish Brewery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8am the next morning we checked out of the hotel and were back on the bike. After stopping for breakfast at Moe’s bagels we headed for Fort Collins around 9am. This time we stopped in Hygiene and bought two large Gatorades and refilled water bottles. We both felt much better on the return trip and have realized that hydration is critical and that Gatorade really helps. We made it home around 12:45. It was a great trip and we are both already looking forward to our next tandem adventure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-4259468508998516481?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/4259468508998516481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=4259468508998516481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/4259468508998516481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/4259468508998516481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2007/07/republic-of-boulder.html' title='The Republic of Boulder'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/RolOW0JdlzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/B6ll6xKq4C8/s72-c/IMG_0357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-7912166954819408679</id><published>2007-02-21T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T19:08:26.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing Daylight...</title><content type='html'>We are at the time of year when you just never know how much daylight you have left.  It was a beautiful day here in Fort Collins and even though the wind had blown most of the day the flags were barely moving on my ride home.  I came home, changed clothes and was on roadie by 4:20.  I took measure of the height of the sun above the foothills.  It was just over a fist at arms length.  Since this was the first post work road ride of the year, I was just guessing about how far I could make it.  I thought I had about an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I road part of the Bingham hill loop in reverse but left off a bit out of concern for darkness.  I finished by doing a short up and back to the top of Bingham off of Overland Trail.  The sun was just starting to set and Bingham Hill actually has two hills, the first shorter and the second larger and longer.  In between the two hills is a small valley.  I crested the first hill in sun, dropped into the shady valley and had a temporary sunset, and then made it to the top of Bingham hill and back into the sun.  It was like cheating the inevitability of sunset, if only for a short time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it back to Overland Trail and then saw the last, and real sunset of my ride.  I often wonder how many people actually see the moment the sun sets behind the hills.  I got to enjoy this moment today and I think I will try and make a habit of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-7912166954819408679?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/7912166954819408679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=7912166954819408679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/7912166954819408679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/7912166954819408679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2007/02/chasing-daylight.html' title='Chasing Daylight...'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-506320018182341294</id><published>2007-02-19T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T19:38:33.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chores...</title><content type='html'>Well, no bike ride today, but I did have a great Sunday.  I rode my fixed gear with Christi for about 7 miles.  We have great bike trails here in Fort Collins.  The trail we took Sunday is paved all the way to Laporte.  It has a great wooden bridge, well wood layed over steel supports and concrete pylons, but still wood under the tires.  I rode the Le Tour with new bars and a fresh set of tires.  I enjoyed the ride but still have my concerns with the amount of frame flex.  I think I still have residual concerns about the flexing because of the catastrophic fracture of the crank on Mad Max.  Still a bit gun shy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fixie ride a friend called to ask if I would like to go road riding, so I changed clothes, hoped on the bike and took off.  We road the Bingham Hill-Laporte-Cement plant loop and it was great.  Any time you get to ride 22 miles in February and not freeze your butt off it is great.  We road at a nice, leisurely pace and enjoyed the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was filled with chores that I have been putting off.  I wrote a letter regarding a legal issue that I have been hesitant to write.  It is good to have that done.  After I finish this post I am planning to send a DVD to my buddy in Trinidad.  I created the DVD from photos and footage from our trip to some 10th Mountain Division Huts last March.  A year late is better than never.  I also got a jump on our taxes this year. If I have them done before April 1st it will be a record.  My biggest accomplishment was installing a new water heater.  I actually watched and played gopher while my buddy who is a plumber installed the heater.  However, I did decide to install the new heater before the other heater actually rusted out.  Lets hope we do not spring any leaks over night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did see that Jill in Alaska finished the Sustina 100.  That is an amazing accomplishment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-506320018182341294?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/506320018182341294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=506320018182341294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/506320018182341294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/506320018182341294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2007/02/chores.html' title='Chores...'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-952163266030774874</id><published>2007-02-13T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T07:48:55.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah...The Ephemeral Colorado Sun</title><content type='html'>My part of Colorado has been in the throws of winter for nearly 8 weeks now.  I have only been here since January of 2000, but this is much colder than normal for us.  We had 2 major snow storms about 1 week apart in late December, early January and the snow is still lingering.  As I sit typing this entry it is in the teens with snow flying once again.  As a person who enjoys riding I am getting tired of the snow.  I used to like snow but I think everyone here in town is getting pretty disgruntled with this particular batch.  Usually snow falls, sticks around for a day or two then we have beautiful 50 degree weather and blazing sun.  We are all back in a light fleece in no time.  Not this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this weekend we had 2 glorius days of typical Colorado weather.  We have had just enough time for 95 percent of the snow to melt of the roads and all that is left to contend with is the occasional wet patch.  Saturday morning by about 11am it felt like it was in the low 50's and the sun was only getting warmer.  I freed roadie from the hook in the garage and proceeded to ride, not my typical cruiser bike ride to work, but honest to goodness wind blowing in the hair riding.  It felt fantastic and there was no complaining about the usual beginning of the season saddle pains or stiff arms, I was just happy to be on roadie again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only road about 17 miles as I had forgetten my water bottle and my gloves, but it was great.  I returned home and gave my bike a sponge bath to dislodge all of the accumulated grime from the ride.  The garden house is rolled up in the shed and it did not seem worth it to drag the hose out with snow still on the ground.  If I pulled it out now I would be dealing with a frozen coil of green strewn across my yard for the remainder of the winter.   My wife made fun of me for giving my bike a sponge bath, but a man has to do what a man has to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday proved another extraordinary day so I sprung roadie from the confines of the shed once again.  We covered 22 miles.  Now snow swirls outside my window and roadie hangs on the hook in the shed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily Mad Max, my cruiser,  is not afraid of the snow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-952163266030774874?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/952163266030774874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=952163266030774874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/952163266030774874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/952163266030774874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2007/02/ahthe-ephemeral-colorado-sun.html' title='Ah...The Ephemeral Colorado Sun'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-7861674889871582210</id><published>2007-02-10T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T16:37:45.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heron Trip</title><content type='html'>The weather here in Colorado had been really cold until this past week.  We actually had a few days in the 50's.  Now we are back to highs in the 30's and it looks like this next week is supposed to be cold as well.  Last weekend Christi and I decided to take advantage of a sunny Saturday afternoon and go for a bike ride on some trails around town.  We have probably 20 miles or more of dedicated paved ped/bike trails here in town and they actually plow the trails here before most of the streets.  Since I often read &lt;a href="http://arcticglass.blogspot.com/"&gt;Up in Alaska&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://blog.lib.umn.edu/thil0020/carfreelife/"&gt;Oil is for Sissies&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://spokesofawheel.blogspot.com/index.html"&gt;Spokes of a Wheel&lt;/a&gt;, I decided to take my camera with me on this little ride.  Tim at Spokes was recently on a hike on the C&amp;O canal and had an encounter with herons.  I myself had a great little run in with a heron and got as close to a heron as I ever have.  We saw the bird on the Spring Creek trail on our way back west after reaching the eastern junction between the Poudre River Trail and the Spring Creek Trail.  The heron was in Spring Creek just enjoying life and did not seem bothered by me until I got fairly close.  Urban wildlife is amazing and you really can see some great things right in town if you just take the time to look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-7861674889871582210?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/7861674889871582210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=7861674889871582210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/7861674889871582210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/7861674889871582210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2007/02/heron-trip.html' title='The Heron Trip'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-6654260627146548788</id><published>2007-02-02T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T16:37:45.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moustache Bars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/RcPY3myBw1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/rJLzlhoxYYk/s1600-h/moustache.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027100058890388306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/RcPY3myBw1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/rJLzlhoxYYk/s320/moustache.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been eyeing some moustache bars for a time now. I converted a 1973 Schwinn Le Tour that I got from the local bike co-op, &lt;a href="http://www.bikeagainst.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bike Against&lt;/a&gt;, here in Fort Collins. Incidentally, Bike Against is a great group that is hooking up folks with bikes at no cost, just donations. Now donations to them are things like old parts, bike grease, any spare junk you may have laying around not big money donations. Raphael, the bloke who started it all is a great guy and should be commended. But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have been coveting these moustache bars on &lt;a href="http://www.rivbike.com/webalog/handlebars_stems_tape/16027.html"&gt;Rivendell's&lt;/a&gt; site for a number of weeks. Of course I priced them at Nashbar and they have a set that is much cheaper but a completely different geometry. The bars on the Riv site are based on a copper mock up that one of the guys there tested and re-designed, re-tested, etc. That seems like the way to make things, so I went with them. I just talked to John at Riv and he let me know that the bars were in stock and should be to me by next Thursday. Something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also testing these because they say some folks really like to use them on a tandem. We currently have a tandem that is a tad small for me and I am thinking I may be able to use a set of moustache bars to make it more comfortable. For now we will just check them out on the fixie and go from there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-6654260627146548788?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/6654260627146548788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=6654260627146548788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/6654260627146548788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/6654260627146548788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2007/02/moustache-bars.html' title='Moustache Bars'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/RcPY3myBw1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/rJLzlhoxYYk/s72-c/moustache.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6035286500951919335.post-2004108693672530400</id><published>2007-02-01T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T19:45:10.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing out this blogging thing...</title><content type='html'>Well, here it is. The first post ever. Not sure what this will all become but the fun is the journey. The plan is to use this blog to explore whatever may be happening in life. Birdhouses, bikes, boats and critters, all of these will come up. My interests are pretty diverse, so I am sure this blog will be all over the place. So, what is my first exciting topic du jour? I thought a catchy name, something that incorporates my interests "Naked Cyclist Join Blue Grass Jam at Timber Framed Tree House on the Banks of the Madison River"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my first post, what did you expect?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6035286500951919335-2004108693672530400?l=forthardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/feeds/2004108693672530400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6035286500951919335&amp;postID=2004108693672530400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/2004108693672530400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6035286500951919335/posts/default/2004108693672530400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forthardy.blogspot.com/2007/02/testing-out-this-blogging-thing.html' title='Testing out this blogging thing...'/><author><name>Erik Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08675015122625492773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M49Cp_GAZnk/TQLCJmaICRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/t1C9p3xs6AE/S220/aaaTemp%2BPic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
