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July 31, 2008

Don’t Stop Believing

Filed under: Music, Life Outside of Lab - Administrator @ 3:05 pm

Journey - Don’t Stop Believin’
Billy Joel - Piano Man
Tom Petty - Mary Jane’s Last Dance
Jimmy Buffett - Margaritaville
Neil Diamond - Sweet Caroline
Van Morrison - Brown Eyed Girl

 What do these songs all have in common?  Wrong.  They are all way overplayed at piano bars.  I will be at a piano bar tomorrow night with some fellow chemists, and while I will inevitably hear the above 6 songs at least once during the night, I seek to change the face of classic piano bar favorites and propose the following requests for a slight change in tune.  I’m sure some of these are requested occasionally, but I doubt every night.  Your suggestions are welcomed.

Radiohead - Creep
OK Go - Here it Goes Again
Billy Joel - The Entertainer
Flobots - Handlebars
The Police - Message in a Bottle
Guns N’ Roses - Sweet Child of Mine
Elton John - Rocket Man
Malvina Reynolds - Little Boxes (Weed’s Theme)
Stevie Ray Vaughn - Pride and Joy
The Beatles - Ob-La-Di
Barenaked Ladies - One Week
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Dani California
Led Zeppelin - Whole Lotta Love
Men Without Hats - Safety Dance
4 Non Blondes - What’s Up

 Yeah, it’d be a good night if they played all of those songs.  Don’t get me wrong, I love "Piano Man", but it gets butchered by fast singing and bad, over-used jokes.


 Oh, how I love bachlorette parties, drunk people who think they can sing, and people with more money than me that get their crappy country music and Jimmy Buffett played.  Sigh…


July 29, 2008

Should I Feel Guilty for Using My Fume Hood?

Filed under: Rants, Chemistry - Administrator @ 11:27 am

 Penn & Teller ridiculed some of the bullshit behind the "Green Movement" in their latest episode of Bullshit!.  Here’s a quick preview:


 One of the biggest loads of crap that they discussed in the episode was the idea of Carbon Credits.  The idea is that we all inevitably emit CO2 into the atmosphere by driving our cars, eating food, and running the air conditioner.  Shit, my fume hood is on 24/7, consuming the same amount of electricity as a single-family home annually.  Talk about CO2 emissions.  Companies like AtmosClear think that I should feel guilty about this and purchase Carbon Credits from them.


 Using their Emissions Calculator, I emit 19 tons of CO2 a year, under the national average of 25 tons.  If you factor in my fume hood, I estimate an additional 10 tons per year, bringing my total to a whopping 29 tons.  In order to become carbon neutral and clear my guilty conscience, I should purchase $185 worth of carbon credits to offset my emissions.  I estimate that the chemistry building has around 100 fume hoods, and at 10 tons of CO2 per hood, plus the extra 2 tons of CO2 used in the form of dry ice by our lab, the chemistry department owes Earth about $5,000.  Wait a second, AtmosClear is pro big business.  How is it that buying CO2 in bulk is any cheaper?  Buying 100 tons in bulk offers a savings of over $1000!

 Where exactly does your carbon money go?  According to the AtmosClear website, it looks like most of it goes to Des Plaines Landfill, where methane gas given off by trash is trapped and used to power homes.  A great idea.  New Belgium Brewery does that too.  My point: AtmosClear has a great business strategy; prey on global warming fears and guilt consumers into paying money for living.  You don’t have to buy carbon credits for driving your car, or working at a fume hood.  I don’t feel guilty, and until someone can prove that global warming is real and caused by humans, I will continue to not feel guilty.  I drive my car as little as possible, keep my thermostat turned up in the summer, and lower my hood sash at night, not to save the earth, but to save money.  Watch the Bullshit! episode below for Penn & Teller’s opinion.




July 25, 2008

Weeds

Filed under: Random - Administrator @ 4:25 pm

 Lately, I have started watching the Showtime series "Weeds".  If you haven’t heard of it, check out the wikipedia article.  To summarize the premise behind the show (a) the husband of Weeds’ heroine, Nancy, dies; (b) Nancy becomes a weed dealer to support her family and their affluent lifestyle; (c) hilarity ensues.  The show is brilliant.  After watching the opening theme, it should be obvious to you that the show is best described as a satire about suburban life.


 I should note that this is one of the few TV series of which I watch the opening theme (OK, I watch the LOST intro, but it lasts all of 5 seconds).  After Season 1, the song "Little Boxes" (written and originally sung by Malvina Reynolds) is covered by a different musician each episode.  Last week I became a fan of Michael Franti at the MHMF, and I was surprised to hear him singing the theme for the episode I watched last night.  Anyway, I have NMR time now…

July 23, 2008

Guide for the Perplexed Organic Experimentalist

Filed under: Chemistry - Administrator @ 1:45 pm

 A group down the hall recently cleaned out their lab space and a number of free books appeared in the hallway.  I quickly snatched up a book published in 1978 entitled "Guide for the Perplexed Organic Experimentalist."  My admiration of chemists of the past has grown over the years.  It is easy to take for granted the NMR located 30 feet from my desk or the instrument facility downstairs to which I can submit a sample for MS and receive a spectra back in less than a day.  Not to mention the wonders of my computer, which I can use to quickly draw chemical structures, predict NMR shifts, process/print/and store NMR spectra, render accurate 3D models of my molecule, determine if a substrate that has never been synthesized in a lab will (theoretically) fit in the binding pocket of a protein, search published chemistry literature for a specific reaction (as long as no one else is trying to do the same), type and revise manuscript or report drafts, and email coworkers or colleagues and potentially receive speedy replies to my inquiries.  The list goes on…

Over the past month, I have been reading Loewenthal’s guide, noting his particularly witty or outdated remarks for this weblog entry.  I’m not writing to pick fun at the old ways of chemistry, but rather to spread my appreciation of modern practices.  All quotes are taken from Loewenthal, H.J.E. Guide for the Perplexed Organic Experimentalist, 1978, 1-174.  My commentary is in italics.  Loewenthal’s in bold. Enjoy.

Refrigerators and Cold Rooms.  These may malfunction, and catch fire or explode, at any time.  Really?  Good thing my hood is 2′ away from our freezer.

 

At least once a day while in the laboratory stop and ask yourself what you would do should an accident or fire occur at that moment: …Where is the nearest sand bucket?  Does it contain sand or cigarette butts?  Just checked.  Our sand bucket contains neither sand nor cigarette butts.

When the components [of a prep-TLC plate] are coloured in the visible region one is often tempted to preserve the plate for posterity as the dernier cri in post-impressionist painting (anyone wanting to go in for his seriously is advised to use crude products from an oxidation with dichlorodicyanoquinone).  Our million dollar idea, Jeff?  I think Carbon Art LLC needs to sell mine.

In many institutions the demand for cleaning tissue reaches alarming dimensions at which point it becomes clear that it is being used for purposes best described as non-scientific.  I now suggest a reasonable and far more economic alternative: toilet paper.  In principle, it is exactly the same.  You will soon get over the psychological block; and if the secretarial staff do not, so much the better.  Non-scientific?  But Bob told us not to pick our noses in lab.

…that part of any library which houses [Beilstein’s Handbuch] is the most frequented one and that area should be reserved for Chemical Abstracts readers only.  It should also go without saying that no volume of this work should ever leave that area and that its binding should receive special care.  I love interlibrary loan.  I haven’t been to the library in search of scientific literature in months.

 

There was a time when the abstract would refer directly to all new compounds made, their melting or boiling points and possibly other physical properties, and outline details of their preparation.  And at that time the actual papers were just as boring as the abstracts.

[When writing to the author of a publication], do not forget to check whether there has not been a change in address from that given in the article, lest you commit the unpardonable offence<sic> of not knowing that the man has moved to a more prestigious institution.  I hope his email address hasn’t changed.

On organizing your information:  ‘Having it at your fingertips’ is a figure of speech commonly used.  You can turn it into reality only in the form of a Card Index.  There should be a card for every topic, and there should be cross-referencing cards pointing in all feasible directions.  You should always have a supply of cards with you; envelopes or paper napkins get lost, mixed up or used for other purposes.  There is no need to use the customary stiff cards; slips of ordinary paper cut to appropriate size will do just as well…Your Card Index is an extension of your memory cells and as such should remain strictly your private domain.  As your stack accumulates your popularity as a source of information with your co-workers will grow, but-never ever lend out cards to anyone else.  Am I screwed if my computer password is written on a napkin

It is safe to assume that any author who has taken care that his work is reliable and reproducible will have taken equal pride in describing the work accurately, clearly and unambiguously.  For example, the word ‘treat’ (’the solution was treated with…’) is frequently a convenient term to use when the author has forgotten exactly how it was done.  Wait, I’ve used the word ‘treated’ before…

It has been reported that placing a sheet of aluminum between the stirring motor and reaction flask improves evenness of stirring…  I love my IKA stirrer/hot plate combo.  And I don’t even have to use foil to make it work.

 

Above all, their [a Dewar’s] protective metal enclosure makes magnetic stirring well-nigh impossible.  Did I mention that I love my IKA?  I don’t have to use foil AND it can stir through a Dewar.

Wooden boiling sticks (applicators) are quite out and should be thrown away or put to some quite different use.  If applicators have been ‘out’ since 1978, why the hell are my students still required to use them when boiling a solution?

In many laboratories [ensuring an inert reaction atmosphere] is tackled by an array of often colorful and sometimes grotesquely (not to say downright Rabelaisian) shaped rubber balloons at strategic positions.  This looks cheerful on slides, but one soon finds out that this approach has severe limitations.  My balloons are quite festive.  They look cheerful in person, too.  I have yet to discover any limitations worthy of the ’severe’ descriptor.

On rubber septa and syringes: Some people swear by their use.  Many others swear while using them.  Only the most expensive types of septa are made of an elastomer which is resistant both to chemical attack and to the results of repeated puncturing.  Also it is difficult to find septa in a sufficient range of sizes to fit various openings or even just to fit all standard joint openings in common use.  A quick walk down to the stockroom and I can outfit my hood with appropriate sized septa for all of my glassware, resistant to chemical attack AND repeated puncture.  I both swear by their use and swear while using them, but then again, I tend to swear a lot.

 

Dropwise addition from a syringe, except when using an expensive and space-consuming device, can never be as simple and accurate as from a burette.  In my opinion the use of a syringe can be justified only where volumes of less than 0.05 ml are involved.  Just did a dropwise addition from a 10 mL syringe yesterday.  It was simple enough.

[Removal of grease from joints] is best done by wiping them several times with a tissue paper lightly soaked in a solvent such as carbon tetrachloride.  Carbon tetrachloride is scary shit.  Stick to hexanes.

On packing a column: In all cases the column should be perfectly vertical and should be vibrated by hand or with an electrical vibrator until the adsorbent has completely settled.  You keep a vibrator in the lab?

On TLC: How did we ever manage without it?  On the question of whether to make your own plates or to invest in the commercially available ones it is hard to give any definite advice.  How did we ever manage without commercially available TLC plates?

[Spotting TLCs] should always be done as uniformly as possible and reliance on home-made capillaries is not recommended.  Hey, my capillaries are home-made.  I’m damn proud of them too.

There is no sense recording [Rf values] unless with reference to a standard substance run on the same plate and at the same time [under the same atmospheric conditions].  Unless you are working in a laboratory which has automatic air conditioning these are entirely beyond your control.  I have air conditioning and I still see no sense in recording an Rf value.

It was said of Adolf von Baeyer that his success [in recrystallization] was in large measure due to his large beard harbouring seeds of every compound ever made.  However, even if beards are in fashion again this alone is not a good enough reason for following his example.  Some people believe in mascots or singing operatic arias; at least it cannot do any harm.  I need a mascot for my recrystallizations.  Suggestions?

 

Should you come across an ancient sewing machine, of the foot-operated type, requisition it.  The treadle, when connected to an electric motor, is a very suitable support for items to be shaken, and the open lattice work usually encountered makes firm attachment by springs or rubber bands an easy matter.  Talk about space-consuming.  Geesh.  Just use the sonicator.  It doesn’t require the use of springs and rubber bands to work.

A good tool for cutting [small filter paper circles] out of larger sizes is a very sharp and scrupulously clean cork borer with the appropriate diameter.  I wonder if the stockroom sells cork borers.  Wait, they sell every size of filter paper I could ever conceive using.

That’s all for now.  I doubt Loewenthal realized that he was writing a comedy for the 21st century.  Let it be known that I love my IKA stirrer, teflon stir bars, rubber septa, commercial TLC plates, argon balloons, the stockroom, and my computer.  In all fairness, I should also note that this book contained good suggestions that are still relavent to the modern perplexed organic experimentalist.  Not THAT much has changed.  This book is available for checkout on my desk…just don’t steal my giant stack of notecards.

July 22, 2008

Mile Hi Hi

Filed under: Music, Life Outside of Lab - Administrator @ 1:40 pm

 The last week has been a crazy blur filled with old friends, music, and beer.  My sister was in town for a few days, so we checked out some of the local attractions breweries.  We arrived at Budweiser at 11:00 a.m. and kicked things off with a couple samples and a walk through the barn.  The horses were a little taller than us.

 We decided to grab lunch at Rasta Pasta, then headed to campus to pick up Mike and Jeff.  Sarah, if you happen to read this, Jeff is my friend from KS that you didn’t meet.  Coincidentally, he looks just like the Jeff you know, and is just as special.  Your Jeff was hard at work in lab.  The four of us hit Odell’s next, after a quick stop at New Belgium for tour tickets.

 

 We made the short drive back to New Belgium, grabbed some samples, and went on a tour.  Mike volunteered to pour samples at the mid-tour break…it took a few hours for the giant grin to wear off his face.  The tour was extra-awesome, and we finished it off with a slippery-slide ride down to the first floor.  My elbow got burned on the way down.

 The four of us finished off the brewery tour (yes, we skipped the brewpubs) with Ft. Collins Brewery.  Their taps, while not as cool as the ones at New Belgium, still pour some tasty beer.  21 different brews were sampled that day at 4 separate breweries.  Yum.

 Day 2 had it’s moments too, but I’ll spare you the details.  Michael arrived that evening with a 1/4 barrel of Ad Astra Ale from Free State Brewing Company.  It only took him a 9 hour drive to deliver it to us!  A few hours later, DD Kim drove the crew to Mike’s house to grab Rock Band.  3 separate trips later, we had all of the pieces and rocked the night away.  We had a slumber party afterwards.

 Less than four hours later, we woke up and drove to Denver for the Mile High Music Festival.  Steven Kellogg and the Sixers was the first noteworthy band that we caught.  Did I mention there was a baby rabbit on my deck licking up spilled beer from the night before?

 Saturday, we also saw Jason Mraz, Bob Schneider, O.A.R., Andrew Bird (pictured below left), Michael Franti & Spearhead (pictured below right), and Mofro.  Wait, Tom Petty was there too. 

 

 One of my favorite Andrew Bird songs made it on Youtube.  Check it out.


 Sunday we did it all over again, and caught Ingrid Michaelson (awesome, btw), Brett Dennen, Tea Leaf Green, The Black Crowes, John Mayer, Rodrigo Y Gabriela, Colbie Caillat, The Roots, Martin Sexton, Flobots, and Dave Matthews.  I don’t have any pictures of any of these people, and don’t really feel like commenting on each band (I’ll write about the exceptional new bands I discovered in a later post), so this little paragraph and a video of Ingrid is all you get.


 

July 14, 2008

And by Chipmunk Lake, they meant Marmot Lake

Filed under: Photography, Outdoor Adventures, Life Outside of Lab - Administrator @ 4:49 pm

 Back in early June, I made reservations for a backcountry permit for RMNP.  They are very picky about backcountry camping, and only allow camping at designated sites.  Permits are required, fires are forbidden, bear precautions are necessary, and a toilet is provided within 100 yards of the campsite.  Yes, a toilet.  I wish I had taken a picture, but it was a metal base with a toilet seat mounted to a wooden platform covering a hole in the ground.  No walls.  Just a shitter with a great view.

 Anyway, we picked up the permit around 2:00 (4 hours after they had cancelled it due to our tardiness…woops) and were at the trailhead by 2:30.  We couldn’t figure out what Sarah had managed to fill her pack with.

 Mike and I kept a brisk pace and hiked the 4.5 miles to our campsite in 2 hours.  The tent was distributed between all of our packs, so Mike and I sat on our pads and read while waiting and swatting at the mosquitoes.  I am currently reading High Crimes, a book about the corruption surrounding Mt. Everest.  I’m sure I will write a post about it after I finish reading it.  Anyway, we made the short hike to Ypsilon Lake and checked out the falls that drained into the lake.  Jeff and Sarah rolled in a couple hours behind us.  Sarah started unpacking her pack to reveal at least a weeks worth of food for all four of us.  Needless to say, I had two meals planned that filled 2 sandwich bags that could have fed us all for the 2 day trip.

 We set up camp and headed to the river to fill up on water.  While Mike pumped his little heart out, I snapped some pictures of Ypsilon Falls.  It was dark, I didn’t feel like fussing with my tripod much, and the falls fell at an angle, so I struggled to align the camera perpendicular to the horizon.  After some adjustment, I think this is spot on (even though it still looks cockeyed).

 The next morning, our tent started stirring at 8:30 (3 hours after my alarm went off).  After a quick breakfast, Mike and I headed down the trail with the intent to summit Mt. Chiquita and Ypsilon Peak, while Jeff and Sarah took off the opposite direction to find Spectacle Lakes.  Since there is no established trail from the Chipmunk Lake side, we did some serious bushwhacking to reach the east ridge of the peak. 

 

After climbing above treeline, we were forced to continue our ascent over talus.  Our route to the summit was steep, tedious, and boring.  Mike was forced to turn back near the summit due to altitude sickness, while I pressed on to the top of Mt. Chiquita.  Along the way, I found tons of Columbine patches, reflected on the climb up from Chipmunk Lake, and spotted Chiquita Lake.

 As I approached the summit, I saw scores of fat marmots relaxing on the sunny rocks atop Mt. Chiquita.  I was downwind from them, and a couple allowed me to get within 10′ of them.

 This one was my favorite.  I wish I could sit at 13,051′ all day and get fat!  I think the last picture in this group is my favorite.  I call it "Sleepy Marmot".

 

 I think he needs to go in for some teeth whitening, though.

 The marmots got tired of me, hopped off their rocks, and led me to the summit register (seriously, the motioned for me to follow them).  I signed the book and headed to the saddle between Chiquita and Ypsilon.  40 minutes later, I reached the summit of Ypsilon Peak (13,445′).  As I flipped through the log, I found some familiar names.

 A group of three approached the summit shortly after me, and the first of the group asked me to hold his hand as he approached the edge.  He professed his fear of heights, clenched my hand, and after viewing the unnamed lake below said "That’s good enough for me.  I’m ready to get the hell off of this mountain!"  I started down what I believed to be Donner Ridge, a class III route to Spectacle Lakes.  I reached a long class IV move that I wasn’t comfortable descending solo, headed back up the ridge, and descended the peak by the same route I had taken up.  I summited Mt. Chiquita 50 minutes later, waved at the marmots, and started the shitty descent across the talus.

 From left to right, the ridge below Chiquita, Ypsilon Peak, columbine with Ypsilon in the background (2), and a panorama of Chiquita and Ypsilon (although I think that only a false summit of Chiquita can be seen in this picture).

 I picked a more direct path back to our campsite to avoid some of the talus and made the descent in just over 2 hours.  Jeff, Sarah, and Mike were waiting for me in the tent (they were trying to escape the bite of the mosquitoes).


  The first words out of them were "Hey, if we pack up now, we can make it back to the car before dark!"  I dropped the bear bag after determining that it was at least Mike-proof.

 

 We made a speedy descent to the car with a couple picture-and-pee stops on the way down.  As we neared the car, we realized that a group picture hadn’t been taken.  I didn’t feel like setting up my tripod, so we settled for testing out my sweet wide-angle lens.

 My friend Kristin from Kansas was in Estes Park, and we met her at the Estes Park Brewery for dinner before driving home for some much needed rest.  I’d like to point out that the last 4 posts have received ZERO comments.  If this pattern continues, I am going on strike. 

July 11, 2008

Two Posts in One Day? (!)

Filed under: Random - Administrator @ 11:12 am

 I recently purchased a pair of shorts from Steep and Cheap that have a gusseted crotch.  I had no idea what a gusset was, didn’t really care, and forgot all about it after placing the order.  Three days later, I unwrapped the shorts, washed them, and broke them in on the bouldering wall at the gym.  The shorts were amazing.  They never got in my way as my legs reached for distant or awkward holds.  Could it be the gusseted crotch in action?

 In part, I attribute the success of the shorts to the 97% cotton / 3% spandex content.  They stretch!  Cool, but what about the gusset?  Upon close inspection, I found an extra seam and a wedge shaped piece of material that tapered off near the end of the normal inseam and reached peak width at the crotch.


(It’s been an odd day at work…I’ve googled both "wallet back pocket" and "gusseted crotch")

 After a bit of research, I have concluded that the extra material is for (a) extra mobility, (b) added comfort, and (c) increased durability of pants.  Gusseted crotches are popular in bike shorts, as they eliminate a seam on the shorts that rides directly on the bike saddle, causing discomfort.  Together with 3% spandex, the gusset makes one hell of a climbing short for me to wear while bouldering.  I look damn sexy in them too.

The Great Pocket Switch

Filed under: Random - Administrator @ 9:50 am

 Recently, I was faced with a difficult decision.  I blew the right back pocket in both pairs of jeans that I own within a week.  My choices were (a) keep my wallet in the right pocket and risk losing it out the gaping hole, (b) patch the pocket, (c) buy new jeans, or (d) move my wallet to the left pocket.  Since (a)-(c) all had the potential of costing me money, I decided to make the great pocket switch. 

 

 The first few times were hell.  Even just walking down the sidewalk, I felt like someone was constantly grabbing my ass.  After I got over the new feeling on my bum while walking, I tried sitting.  I think after 10 or so years of sitting on my wallet in the right pocket that a permanent indentation has formed, allowing me to sit comfortably without noticing the presence of the wallet.  Lacking this indentation on my left side, it felt like I was sitting on a rock.  I persisted, and have overcome the initial discomfort.

 I am proud to say that 2 weeks after the switch, I now consider myself ambidextrous when it comes to wallet-pocket placement.  Last night, wearing shorts with perfectly good right and left rear pockets, I instinctively replaced my wallet in the left pocket.  The transformation is complete, and I saved myself money. 

July 5, 2008

Castle and Conundrum Peaks

Filed under: Photography, Outdoor Adventures, Life Outside of Lab - Administrator @ 7:28 pm

 Our journey began Thursday.  After passing over Independence Pass and deciding that we needed to come back on a climbing trip, we soon realized that any future trips to the area should avoid the town of Aspen.  We grabbed some chicken strips on the patio of a local dive and enjoyed a productive hour of people watching.  It felt like we were watching a parade go by, except that the passing schmucks failed to throw any candy at us from the pockets of the sweaters tied around their necks.

 We continued down Castle Creek Road and found a campsite near the non-existent trailhead.  After a short night’s sleep, we woke at 4:00 and hopped on our bikes at 5:20.  The bikes were Brandon’s idea.  We completed the first 3 miles riding/walking our bikes up the 10% 4WD road.  Aaron is pictured below with Castleabra towering in the distance.

 

 We ditched the bikes behind some bushes, consulted the map, and continued on.


 Upon encountering some snow along the trail, Aaron gave Jenni and I a quick ice axe tutorial.


 The path leading to the saddle became apparent as we continued.  My ice axe got a workout.  I pulled out my big lens (which Aaron said would just be dead weight) and took a few shots of Aaron and Jenni following me up the snow bank.


 I spotted some skiers coming down the Conundrum Couloir, which Aaron later ascended.


 Did I mention it was the 4th of July?  Independence Pass, views of Capitol Peak, and this guy all reminded us.


 We reached the basin below Castle and Conundrum Peaks around 10:00 and decided that Aaron and I would summit both Castle and Conundrum peaks (Aaron by way of the Conundrum Couloir and me via the saddle), while Jenni would meet us at the saddle after our descent from Conundrum Peak.  From left to right below: Conundrum Couloir, a view of Aaron climbing the couloir (left) viewed from my ascent up the saddle, and looking up at a skier topping out the saddle climb.

 

 I reached the top of the couloir via the saddle and, hoping to get some pictures of Aaron, started hiking to the crest.  My leg post holed through the snow hip deep, and I realized that I was stuck.  I had to dig my way out with my ice axe and hands.  Some onlookers later met Jenni on top of Castle Peak, and when asked if they had seen two guys on Conundrum said, "Yeah, this guy in a KU hat got his leg stuck in the snow."  I guess my misfortunes made me famous (or infamous).  I got a picture of the giant hole I left on the way down.  At least I had a good view.

 

 After that little fiasco, I summited Conundrum Peak (14,060′) around 11:30 and watched Aaron finish the climb to the top.  He was pretty excited to finish his first solo couloir.  In the lower left picture, the Maroon Bells, Capitol Peak, and Pyramid Peak can be seen.  Castle Peak is pictured behind Aaron in the lower right picture.

 

 
 

 We watched two skiers descend the couloir.  I wished for my skis after watching them.


 Aaron and I began the descent to the saddle as Jenni climbed the ridge to Castle Peak.  She beat us by a good ten minutes.  We summited Castle Peak (14,265′) at 1:00, with clear skies in all directions.


 I took some pictures from the summit before heading back down the ridge to the saddle.  We watched several groups glissade to the basin on our way down, some more gracefully than others.  The last picture in the group below is of Aaron, with Conundrum Couloir to his left.

 
 

 The three of us reached the saddle and glissaded down to the basin.


 Glissading was awesome.  It beats making a treacherous hike down any day.  We were able to make a total of 6-8 glissades on our descent.


 The rest of the climb down was quick and uneventful.


 We reached the bikes, and I plastered myself with mud on the fast descent to our campsite.  My Rockhopper lived up to its name.  We grabbed a quick dinner in Aspen, laughed at the parade of Aspenites that walked by our table, and headed home.  Jenni was gracious enough to park facing the fireworks at the gas station in Leadville, allowing me to enjoy them from the comfort of the front seat of her car.

 My To-Do list for the next five years definitely grew after this trip.  Unfortunately, my acquisition wish list also  expanded to include an ice axe, mountaineering boots, crampons, and gators.  Sigh.

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