Viva Las Vegas!?!

Sunday, November 4, 2012

One of the places in the world I have never been is Las Vegas. I never REALLY cared very much if I went or not, but it's a place known as the city you have to experience at least once in your life. Well, we've done it. We booked our trip to Las Vegas, and now I'm getting excited! First of all, we haven't travelled out of the country in two years due to real estate expenses, but now we are looking forward to getting away. We actually had to check to make sure our passports were still up-to-date!

I've been a bit manic about this trip. My husband now wishes he booked it without telling me as a surprise. I've been googling "things to do in Las Vegas" and trying to make a list.

So far:

  • David Copperfield 
  • The Strip (obviously, duh!) 
  • Hoover Dam/Grand Canyon (by helicopter at sunrise, hopefully) 
  • Gamble (just a little bit. I hate parting with my money, especially when the odds are I won't have anything to claim for it!) 
  • Food: my boss told me about a great Brazilian Steakhouse, and my colleague told me to check out Battista's Hole in the Wall 
  • The Atomic Testing Museum 
  • Maybe a Cabaret show? I watched Burlesque the other day and got it in my head to go to a TASTEFUL Cabaret/Burlesque show. Frontal nudity is okay - any sort of raunch is not.             
If anyone's been to Vegas and has recommendations, please by all means, comment and let me know what I should NOT miss while I'm there. We're there for a week!

Bringing out that child in you

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Those who know me, know how I feel about Jackson Kayak as a company.  Jackson as a family though, I have the ultimate respect for. They are a close-knit family who works and plays together, and supports one another in all of their endeavours.

Here is a video of the youngest/newest to the Jackson clan, 3-year-old KC Jackson and one of his first paddling experiences. The laughter and smile on his face is contagious! It reminds me of how people would look at me funny when riding big, fun wave trains yelling "Weeee!" As I went through them. I honestly think we need someone like KC Jackson to remind us how to truly have fun and let loose. Adults should say "Weeee!" more often, express their feelings, their excitement, and not be afraid to show others how much fun they're having. So next time you see me running steep rapids or surfing Right-Side Horseshoe and I have a huge grin on my face laughing at the top of my lungs, join me, and release your inner/long-forgotten child!

Think back over the last six months. When was the last time you truly felt joyful like a child? What were you doing? How did you react?


Missions, Resolutions and Realities

Thursday, January 12, 2012

My career has gotten in the way of my life. My desire to be successful has resulted in very little "me" time. I admit, it seems it is working. I keep telling myself that I only have to hold out a few more years until I'm in my comfort zone, but it has meant that in the last year, I have had one vacation that lasted longer than a week, and it's the one I'm on right now.

When I lived in Beachburg, I was blessed to share my home with some really great people: Jeremy, a paddler never intimidated by the "pro" circuit; John, a whitewater icon, bringing his business back to Canada and looking for the perfect place to call home; and Billy and Carly, an amazing couple looking to get back on their feet and establish a base for their growing family.  They weren't the only ones - other amazing travellers from around the world have come and gone and left an impression in my life.

Since then I have travelled the world - southwest Asia, Africa, Iceland, Belize, Costa Rica, Guatemala, Nicaragua, Mexico, Europe....   and despite whatever I'm doing, or where I am, the fond memories of my time in Beachburg keep coming back.

My husband wants to see what this whitewater kayaking "hype" is all about.  I have taught others to paddle, and over the years helped many develop or reignite their passion for paddling, but there is no way on God's green earth that I am going to teach him.  One thing I have learned over the years, and a common theme in the whitewater community is: never teach your significant other to paddle!

So I come back to Beachburg.  Only one person I know would be able to get my husband excited about paddling, and ensure that he has all the skills to do so.  In fact, I would argue that he would probably become a better paddler than me (although that's not really saying much).  It's Billy Harris.  Billy just opened up to his friends and followers in his blog with a confession about fear and internal sabotage.  I encourage you to read it, it is honest, open and I am positive that we have all "been there" at one point or another in our lives.  Even the best of us experience some setbacks in their goals and dreams - and if they can be honest with themselves and attack those setbacks, then so can every one of us.  Whether it be with work, paddling, diet, fitness, lifestyle, relationships, the key is to recognize what has happened, open your mind to the change needed and recreate the life you have always wanted.

I am hoping that I will be able to see Billy and Carly again this spring, and hoping that he is back on the water full-force for two reasons.  1) I don't believe Billy should ever be off the water (I recall in 2005 watching Billy in one of Ben Aylesworth's grand whitewater productions and immediately being drawn to that passion and excitement about paddling and wanting to be just like that); and 2) so he can continue to share his passion for paddling with my husband and others around the world who would be half the paddler having never met him.

Return of JRS

Sunday, May 9, 2010





So where have I been? My last blog post was in 2008, so what's my excuse?
Well, I have been working for the government in Afghanistan for 10 months plus two winter non-paddling season in Canada. Unfortunately, the whitewater was scarce where I was, and I had no roof racks on my vehicle for boats!

Now that I've been back to work for a few months and the weather has warmed up, what a greater weekend to get back on the water than the "Come Hell or High Water" weekend on the Petawawa River. A group of die-hard paddlers in the Petawawa area arranged the first HOHW weekend last year, and participation this year rose from 30 to 200!! They were able to raise money for Whitewater Ontario and Soldier On; two very worthy causes.

I spent the day of the festival taking photos and recording video for a feature on the event, and enjoyed my first day back on the water by braving theUpper Petawawa River. You can read about my last excursion on this run here. Thinking back, perhaps choosing the Upper Pet as my "comeback" river was a bit ambitious, considering the 1 hour hike in, the technical big water creeky rapids, and the amount of flatwater in between, but hey, I always go big or go home!


As the morning after the festival, the turnout was incredible. Perhaps 30 paddlers made it to do the run on Sunday morning. The hike was just as I remembered, and even the games continued. One fun game to play on the hike, is to try to put rocks into someone else's boat so they wonder why their boat is so heavy and realize once they get to the put in, there are 5 or 6 boulders in their kayak!

It really was just like riding a bike! I was really nervous, not even sure if I could remember how to roll after a year and a half, but I was excited and surprised to find I still had it and could navigate the rapids quite well.



Unfortunately though, as I had lost all those muscles that only appear after months of challenging whitewater, I began to get tired, and some of the rapids became harder as the day went on. I barely had any energy at the end and still had to get my butt back to Ottawa!

Amazing Africa Part 3: The Summit

Friday, September 4, 2009

3 September 2009

I put on every layer I had, ready to start climbing. Angela had Emanuel as her guide and I had Eli, so that we could go at our own pace. We climbed very slowly, taking one step at a time. It was the night before the full moon (I think) and so I didn't even need my headlamp; we were guided by the light of the moon. I have no idea how long we were climbing for, but we went from steep trails to zigzag scree. After a while, I could look down and see the headlamps of others directly below me and knew that one wrong step would send me plummeting down the side of the mountain. 

I'm not sure of the time, but about ¾ of the way up, I started feeling sick to my stomach. I quickly got water from Eli and started to feel better immediately. I continued climbing but about 30-40 minutes later felt confusion between needing to pass out or throw up. Eli told me that I was ok and told me to force myself to vomit. I got a little bile out and continued up, but I was not doing well. It was everything I could do to put one foot in front of the other and move forward. The last scramble over rocks brought us to 5685m and Gilman's Point. It was amazing how fast the sun rose; within minutes it went from dark to daylight.  I remembered our briefing before the climb.  We were told "Whatever you do, don't have a nap at Gilman's Point no matter how tired you feel".  Now I knew why.  Not only was it unsafe to nap at such a high altitude if I was feeling the effects of altitude sickness, but I would miss the sunrise, which was worth every penny I paid for the trip just to experience.  

Eli thought I was fine to continue to Uhuru Peak, although I wasn't quite sure. He took my arm and we began walking slowly toward our final destination. He was telling me to look back at the other climbers, reassuring me that I wasn't the only one having difficulty. We passed an American man coming down who said it was his twelfth summit of Kilimanjaro. I remember thinking to myself “Why?” It took another two hours to get to Uhuru Peak (5896m) and I couldn't believe how crowded it was! People from every nation waiting their turn for a photo op by the summit sign. In my itinerary, it says “spectacular glaciers that still occupy most of the summit area”. It was a spectacular glacier that BARELY covered any of the summit. There was no snow or ice anywhere we walked, and the effects of global warming were evident. This mountain may not see any of its glacier left in the next 10-20 years. It was truly a beautiful yet sad sight to behold.   The air was thin, but I barely noticed in my excitement to capture every bit of the experience.  The summit was buzzing from the energy of all the tired climbers realizing their dream!

We began to head back down and after scrambling over the summit rocks I was instantly glad that we did our ascent in the dark. It was super-steep! If I had seen that hill, I would have surely been demotivated to continue!  Eli grabbed the back of my shirt and we slid down the loose scree like we were skiing. It was a lot of fun, and the lower we went, the better I began to feel. But when I got back to Kibo, I had a brutal pressure headache and severe chills. I couldn't get warm until I started moving, had to take Motrin for the headache but couldn't eat barely anything. Eli explained that it was normal to feel this way. We spent the night at Horombo Hut and ended up sharing with two Slovakian soldiers that we shared with at Mandara. One of them summited. A Canadian girl named Leah also didn't make it, but a 62-year old woman ticking off items from her bucket list made it! I was really impressed!

Sunrise at Gilman's Point

I was really tired....


Have to keep going... 

Our team!  Eli and Emanuel were great and encouraging the whole way!  
I might not have made it if it wasn't for them!

4 September 2009


Back to Springlands for a hot shower and rest! We were lucky on the way down to walk through a part of the rainforest teeming with monkeys. I learned “Safari n jima” which meant “Good Luck” and I said it to everyone climbing up. We made it to the gate and “Maliza!” we were finished! Eli told me after that he was worried that we might not summit because the night before saw a 50% success rate. Angela had been taking Diamox since day 2 because she was feeling sickness the first day. I didn't take any altitude drugs and had a bit more trouble at the end, but made it anyway! 

I gave the North Face jacket I was wearing to our waiter/porter Fide. The whole tipping situation concerned me. Before our climb they handed us a tipping sheet with guidelines on what was expected. If I was on my own I would be expected to pay per day: $20 to the guide, $10 per porter (x4) and $15 to the cook for a TOTAL of $345!!!!! This on top of the $1000+ I paid for the climb! I simply could not afford to tip that much. I don't know where the money from these organized climbs goes, but the tipping expectation was a bit much. A couple from the UK, who the husband climbed had the porters/guide demand tips from them on the mountain. If that had happened to me, I wouldn't have tipped at all.

Angela and I had dinner, sorted out when we could afford to tip and then I met with three Americans and a Swede who turned out to be the owner of Zara and Springlands. He met his wife on a plane and in the 80's as she was working as a travel agent in Tanzania and they were unable to book clients because the hotels were full, they decided to build their own. Over the years it expanded with more buildings and the pool to be what it is today. I was telling the story of my summit and mentioned that I met a crazy man who claimed he had summited twelve times!  They all laughed and one of the Americans, Macon Dunnagan told me that he was the one that I saw! His wife had died of ovarian cancer and he carried her ashes to the top and buried at Uhuru Peak.  He asked me if I had called my mom and told her of my achievement and when I informed him I hadn't, he handed me his cell phone and told me to.  From Africa!  It's incredible the amazing people you meet around the world when you're travelling!

This photo is deceiving, but it's actually taken pointing up at the sky. 
 This gives an idea of how steep it was going up AND back down!


We're on the moon. It started raining for the first time of the whole trip on the way back down.
We were really lucky.



Amazing Africa: Part 2 - Climbing Kilimanjaro

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Money continues to be a problem for me. I was worried to bring too much cash with me, but now that I'm here, I can't get any. I've had to budget my money to make sure I can eat and have enough water. I spent the whole day lounging around and doing nothing. I slept in - a well needed rest after months and months of working. Living in a cashless society has made the beginning of this trip difficult, but as I was riding into Moshi Town with four local guys, I had an interesting conversation with one of them who seemed well educated about history and world politics. In a cash society like Tanzania, you spend what you have and save what you have for unexpected expenses. Himself, for example, explained that because they don't have insurance, they must save their money incase they get sick and need medical care. I went to the bank and took out money. Probably too much, but I won't have to worry about that for the rest of the trip. I met some students from an Ottawa University eco program here in Tanzania. They had the best luck on their Serengeti Safari and had animals all over the place. I met my guide Eli (pronounced Elly) who seemed very nice. A girl from Australia will be joining us up the mountain. Her name is Angela and she's travelling on her own as well. I have to eat well, sleep well, drink lots and polé-polé (slowly, slowly). No problems there! This is going to be quite the experience!

31 August 2009
Where do I start? I'm sitting here at Maranda Hut, which is, according to my trusty GPS, sitting at 2715m above sea level. Our total journey from Marangu Gate ascended 831m in 3 hours of walking for a total distance of 10.8km. Our average walking speed – well it says our moving average was 3.7km/h but I think that includes our driving distance. Polé-polé! When we started, I was feeling a little strange: my chest felt tight and I was having trouble breathing. My head ached! We were walking very slowly, almost ridiculously slow, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Honestly, what's the rush? We stopped at a site for lunch along a main road – apparently the porters were cheating! Just kidding – we have one chief guide, 1 assistant guide, one cook, five porters, each porter carrying 20kg. Angela told met hat the porters get paid $7 for the whole trip? I hope that's not true. I would really like to know who's benefitting from my $ spent because the trip wasn't cheap! The food has been delicious and Eli has been a real treat. A positive, smiley man eager to please. Today was really great and I'm very tired but not exhausted. I'm going to sleep well tonight!

Eli and I at the entrance to the Mandara Huts (2720masl)

 We ate everything on our plates so we'd have the energy needed for the next day's climb


1 September 2009
Today was a longer day, but not too bad. We made it to Horombo Hut, sitting at 3780masl on the edge of the world. We are above the clouds and ascended out of the rainforest and through the moorland. Eli has been the best guide and very patient with us. He is always smiling and laughing. He checked our oxygen and pulse when we reached Horombo: 91 oxygen and 89 pulse. Not bad! He said if oxygen is below 50 and pulse over 150 (?) then they don't let you continue. So far I am rockin' but I am nervous. We met a guy at the lunch site from Bermuda who said he didn't make it to the summit. Now both angela and I are a little scared of how we'll do. A positive mental attitude, coupled with eat well, sleep well, drink lots, polé-polé, and mine: smile all the time! We learned some slang today “mumbo” means “what's up” and we respond with “poa kecheezie, kaman deezie”, which means “crazy like a banana!”. Well, poa means 'cool' so it would be “I'm cool, crazy like a banana!” Both Angela and I feel pretty good, no headaches or nausea. I think tomorrow will be the real test.

I still can't get over how these guys can carry 30 pounds on their heads without using their arms or hands to keep them in place!

I made it to Horombo! (3780masl)

It seems as though we're at the top of the world!

Goodnight!!

2 September 2009
The climb today went through the last of the moorland and into the lunar desert of the saddle. We stopped for lunch with some mountain mice, one of which decided to drink Angela's juice box through the straw. How in the...? There was a chilling wind as we walked through the clouds to Kibo Hut. I kept looking for Beth or Shingo. I finally saw Beth as I arrived at Kibo (4700masl) and she was just heading back down. She didn't make it to the summit; started feeling nauseous at Kibo and tried to climb but couldn't continue. A lot of others we passed didn't summit either and Angela and I were starting to get worried about our chances.  To help with the altitude, after dropping our things off at Kibo, we climbed for a while and hung out above the huts before coming back down.  Eli wanted us to start early to get to the top, so we ate and crawled into bed around 1730, to wake at 2300h! For the final push.

 There she is!  Amazing to look at today's picture of Kili, and one from 1978.  There's almost no snow left on the mountain top.  We're running out of chances to see the mountain like this...


 The long trek ahead.  We're climbing although it doesn't look it!


Kibo (4700masl)  5 hours to Gilman's Point!