Last week Kira and I had a fun weekend in the beautiful Santa Cruz mountains.
With our friends Kate and Lee, we headed up to the UCSC campus-wonderland for some adventure… I am amazed that anyone graduates from this school…
Right off the highway were two caves and a number of tree houses.
As a warm up we scouted out a cave. It was spacious and would be fun for any visitors to explore. There was another cave across the road that was far more ‘intricate’ with tiny passages about the width of me with my arms folded up to my shoulders and turns and boulders. In about 15′ I looked back and had to concentrate to remember where I had come from. Though Kira and I have trained within the realm of cave rescue, we are fairly confident that some caves are not meat to get hurt in. Fortunately, all was safe with us.
After our warm up underground, we skipped up the path to the tree-houses that someone engineered 80′ in the red woods. I have not yet pulled the plans from the County to see who stamped the drawings, but will follow up as soon as I find out.
Because Kira and I are enthusiastic with rescue systems and Kate and Lee are avid sport climbers, we rigged a fancy fall-protection system so we could climb freely, mostly without trepidation. However, after we arrived at the platform, we were greeted by a 15 y/o gromit-climber who got up the tree in about two minutes without any ropes. Intimidated by the massive risk, we were quite impressed by their hobbit feet and climbing prowess. Because they had no ropes, however, they had to climb back down while WE enjoyed the privilege of rappelling.
Home safe and sound, we’re confident we could take any visitors up with us, so come on out to Santa Cruz!
Friday was suppose to be good.. comfortable.. it was sunny, clear, I could see the crisp skyline of Oakland and The City. The Golden Gate Bridge posed perfectly as the framing to the Pacific. I was computing, seriously computing. Sitting on the deck, legs up, shades on, computing furiously getting THIS site back into working order and Nelly Furtado was playing on my stereo – that’s when you know things are going well, “Hey Man” is going full speed and nothing can stop you. It was Friday and I didn’t even know. Until it all stopped.
I suppose I didn’t expect it to occur as it did, which is why I felt so supprised. Like a pre-teen, who didn’t know any better, took the car for a spin and was waving as they rolled by the house. Here I was, three stories away and my ladies just come rolling by. “Heeey-yaaa Jooohnnnn.” … “Heeeey-yaa. Check us ouuuuttt.” And then around the block again. Except, “NO.”
Basically, my ladies swarmed about a week after a very scientific and methodical split took place, so no, they were not allowed their driving privlidges. But they took them anyway.. .. youth.
So after a few phone calls to requisite beekeeping partners, I posted to the Yahoo group, recieved a generous amount of insight and suggestion and help and did as any reasonable ACBA member would do and ‘took care of it.” But rather than articulate that in more broken sentences with “quotations” and vernacular one-offs – I figure I’d try my hand at the 5-minute swarm capture film. – so, enjoy.
Thanks to those who called me and walked me through the process on my frist swarm catch, Victoria, Kevin, Bob, and Much thanks to Patrick Connally and his partner for driving up and helping us out with this negotiaton, really, couldn’t have done it without you two.