This tournament took place Feb 23-24, 2019 in Valencia, Spain. I played with the Spanish Mixed Masters National team. We had a great tournament coming in 5th place overal, and the top masters team there.
After beating the 2015 world champions in the 5th place game, we decided to pose for a picture:
Congrats to all of my teammates for a hell of a tournament!
For full standings, go to ulti.info, which is a side project of mine.
Back in my younger days, I used to be crazy. Well, maybe I still am. I came across this video from which brings two of my outdoor passions together: Climbing and Frisbee
Yes, that is the famous Alcove Swing on El Capitan in Yosemite National Park, with a Frisbee!
Now, before some of you ask, yes, we did hike down and recover the frisbee. #LeaveNoTrace!
El Capitán in Yosemite has been in the national spotlight this past year as two amazing documentaries have been released about climbers epic struggles to the top. While similar, the films show two very disctinct climbing styles.
First, The Dawn Wall came out. That film followed Tommy Caldwell and Kevin Jorgeson up the hardest route on the face of El Cap. They fell thousands of times, slept on a portaledge for 19 nights, and, well, no spoilers. Their journey involved ropes, and sheer will and energy.
Maybe more famous, after taking home the Oscar for Best Documentary, is Free Solo. Free Solo follows Alex Honnold’s epic free solo climb of El Cap. Honnold goes up a different, easier, route up the granite monolith. Yes, easier is a relative term here. What he did is unthinkable. He went up without any ropes or protection, just his shoes, his chalk bag, and his body. Absolutely nuts.
Both feats are impressive in their own right, and it really is hard to say which one is more impressive. In the end, I’d have to go with what Honnold did. Caldwell’s life was relying on his equipment to work as expected. Sure, he still could have died, but that would have required an equipment malfunction, or human error when placing the pieces. One slip, one unexpected bird flying out of a crack, one hold breaking, or one little slip, and Honnold’s a gonner.
We woke up a few Saturdays ago without a plan, and said, what should we do today? We ended up in beautiful Armintza. It wasn’t a sunny day, and even rained a bit, but we still had an amazing time! I feel so lucky to live so close to the ocean!
We recently had the pleasure of attending the local “Pelota Mano”, or “Handball” championships. Now this isn’t like the Handball you watch in the Olympics, this is Basque style handball.
It is played on a court similar to Racquetball, but much bigger, and only has two sides. You can read more about the rules from Wikipedia.
This was the local championships for Berango, the small town outside of Bilbao where I live. Check it out:
Be sure to watch those videos with the sound on, because the sound the ball makes when it hits their hands is almost the same as when it bangs against the wall. Check out what their hands look like afterwards:
After the wedding, a quick trip to see my family in West Texas was in order. Since I live abroad, I don’t get to see most of my family as much as I’d like. Little ones like my niece and nephew get so big so fast!
So why is the fair so famous? Well food, of course!
There were moments of joy.
Followed by moments of crying.
Guess when you’re that little, those cars move really fast!
Don’t forget about the livestock and tractors, we are in West Texas after all!
What do you think Miranda, did you have a good time?