We went to La Berarde today to take in the scenery, escape the heat and boulder a little bit. Unfortunately, our favorite creperie was still closed for the winter, do we had an ok lunch down the road. The restaurant was soon invaded by very loud dutch guys in eight thousand dollar bikes, however.
Anyway, we all bouldered for a bit and watched the PGHM hover in a concerned fashion next to la tete de la Maye.
It looks like there might have been some trouble up there. I thihnk I saw them winching someone off, but as usual, I forgot the binoculars. After a while, the clouds rolled in and it started raining.
Franck took me on a beautiful ride via col de la Placette yesterdaym down through Voiron and back along La digue. My improvised camera mount finally broke, so I didn't get much video, but here is what I did get:
I've also realized that iMovie is the easiest way to deal with editing gopro footage, so from now on I probably will editm rather than time compress rides in order to get clips under the youtube 10 minute ceiling. We rode by the co-headquarters of Rossignol skis, as well as a ski lift manufacturer which had a few test setups installed (funny to see ski lifts on the flatlands!).
Petit Desert for lunchtime cragging. It was one of those days when my feet slipped off of every hold, but still... beautiful weather, decent limestone AT LUNCH!
Today we had the rare treat of an official work holiday AND daycare. We took full advantage and went to Goulandiere, near la Balme de Rencurel. It was a little mobbed, but we managed to climb some nice routes all a vue: Premiere Flutiste Magasin de procelaine Hetre ou ne pas Hetre Pazapas Des Chenes Toi Hallumigene comique
We hiked around Charmant Som with Vero and Thomas. Chloe and I thought that Zoe would enjoy all of daffodils since her favorite color is JAUNE. Unfortunately, she was unimpressed by the fields full of beautiful wildflowers. When asked whether she liked the flowers, she would get a disapproving look on her face, and tell us the flowers were pas bonnes, and sales (dirty) and that we shouldn't eat them.
with the kids and Ian. It worked so-so. I got a little spanked on "Le moine fou", but I blame the sun in my eyes (yeah right!). Next was "Banana Split" which is possibly my favorite route at ombleze. I also hopped on L train blues in the Tutévu sector, but blew the onsight at the last bolt. This sector has a lot of very technical and balancy climbing. We had dinner at moulin de la pipe, and then back to Grenoble. It only took us 1:20 via the D68/chabeuil/autoroute route.
We have been taking advantage of the nice weather (and our American friend Ian) to get some climbing in during the weekends. This means schlepping the kids over rocky trails, through rivers, up occasionally treacherous paths to our climbing spots. We have started bringing a tent with us to create a little house for Zoe in an effort to entertain her. Nothing seems to compare though to the unfettered joy of throwing rocks into water, which Zoe will happily do for hours on end. After a weekend climbing in Ombleze (made possible by Ian's mom who volunteered to watch the implings while the three of us went climbing), I noticed a strange black dot on my leg. Another mole perhaps? No, a TICK! After yelling for Max to get it off (tweezers are recommended after a quick internet search), we preserved the little guy in an empty babyfood jar with a little isopropanol.
The next weekend we explored a new climbing site, once again bringing the two little ones and a tent. That Monday, as we were getting Zoe ready, I noticed her shirt was on backwards. Since I want to avoid the disapproval of Zoe's nanny, I took her shirt off to correct this when I noticed a black dot on Zoe's otherwise blemish free back. Yes, upon closer inspection it was a tick. Calling for Max once again (the designated de-tickifier), I held Zoe down while he removed her tick. We showed Zoe the unwelcome little hitchhiker and she immediately ran to tell her Nanna and Jicha the news. While she may not have mastered complete sentences, she's very good at using keywords.
"Tick, tick, tick. Spider, spider (hands up by her face, fingers wagging). Back, hurty, daddy."
We translated for Nanna and Jicha who were appropriately impressed by the tick saga.
Zoe's tick is currently preserved next to mine in a creme brulee jar until we remember to bring home some glass vials from lab for better long-term storage. And so ends the Saga of the Tick.
we did the very painful Chemin de la Croix de Chorre for the last part. I don't know if mapmyride is correct, but it says there are a few sections of 20% grade.
I felt ok today, but tired from getting up to feed Alex at 4 AM and then not really sleeping well afterwards. It was a beautiful day for a ride, even if we had the usual story of a typical ultra competitive grenoblois seeing us go by and then trying his utmost (fruitlessly) to chase us down. Honestly, I like climbing culture way more than cycling culture.
A friend of mine bought me the much anticipated Momofuku cookbook, which is pretty fantastic. I miss good ramen and sushi sometimes, and have not been bold enough to try the offerings here in Grenoble. It was therefore very sciting to see not just a recipe for ramen broth and condiments, but for ramen noodles themselves! I have not yet been able to find all of the raw materials for the full recipes, but my initial attempt at a bare bones ramen (making my own broth and noodles) turned out very well. My plan is to slowly accumulate the reagents and eventually go for the full bore I-can't-believe-we're-not-in-Japan version. I did version two this weekend, spending around seven hours making the broth on Saturday, and then assembling the ramen on Sunday. In between, I made Onsen tamago (slow poached eggs), ramen noodles, roasted bones for stock, simmered stock bones, simmered chicken parts, simmered kombu and simmered carrots and onions. I did a lot of simmering. The end result was tasty though, and well worth the effort. Kombu: Noodles before cutting Valençay to fuel the cook final product
We decided that today would be the day that we dropped off and picked up the kids from day care with our brand new bike trailer (which survived the burglary of our cellar!). It took a little while to get everything loaded up and ready to go, but we eventually got underway and dropped ZZ off first, since her nanny is closer. Unfortunately, Zoe LOVES the trailer and did not want to get out when we arrived, so it took a little coaxing. Eventually, Chloe managed it, and after installing Zoe with her Babu (fuzzy blanket which goes wherever she does) on the Nanny's couch, we set off for St Egreve. Alex's nanny is situated in an area with the worst parking I have ever seen, so the bike trailer is fantastic. You just ride onto one of the car inaccessible areas, go right up to the door, and remove the baby. An even more welcome development was the fact that the nanny has a garage, which we just wheel the trailer into, so I don't have to pull it to work and back. It's not all that far, but still. From nanny #2, it was smooth pedaling to work
After work, Ian and I rode the Clemenciere->Quaix->Proveysieux ride. It was the first time things felt good in a long while, and was probably one of my better power output days
From proveysieux, it was back to St. Egreve to pick up Alex. Ian helped to watch the bike while I got Alex and hooked up the trailer, and then it was back to le Fontanil to get Zoe. Once I had loaded up child #2, I gave Chloe a call and we did a little family ride to the wheat fields on the other side of the departmental road. Halfway through, we heard the dreaded "Zoe CACA!" from the trailer, and quickly discussed the impending problem with Chloe. We pulled off the road, let her find a place to get started, but there was thankfully no action. Meanwhile, we were frantically hunting down leaves with which to wipe her. While foraging, she did manage to pee ON her pants, which we had to remove before putting her back into the trailer. After a spirited ride back home to get her to the toilet, we were confronted with the problem of removing a naked child from the trailer without making the neighbors thing that we were lunatics. "American custom! kids ALWAYS naked in bike trailer; not in France?".
Overall, I was impressed with the Espace. First of all, it It gets pretty amazing mileage: After all of the weekends exploits, including driving to and from Orpierre with heavy loads, we used up about a half tank of diesel. It handles *much* better than you would expect a vehicle of its size, without the body roll and lurching of its 'merican counterparts. This could have something to do with the miracles of modern technology favored by europeans such as independent rear suspension. Visibility is generally excellent, which really helps when you are trying to park the damn thing. Another thing that helps is the backup radar. The flexible seating system is frankly awesome: Every seat in the car can be moved forward and aft independently, and many can be removed entirely. All passenger seats have ISOFIX connections too. The Nav system works exceptionally well, and the UI is not as braindead as most. Power did not seem at all bad, and I was able to pass without flogging the motor too badly. Finally, ride comfort (bumpiness, road noise, etc) were excellent. My only real complaints are that the interior fit and finish are spartan, and that it is an ugly, ugly, ugly car. But on balance, I was very pleasantly surprised.
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