This year the season is hitting us particularly hard with pollen counts that are killing me. I am even giving up having more than a single beer—gasp—in an effort to keep myself from becoming a slobbery mess.

The problem is that I have absolutely no desire to stop getting outside and enjoying the weather despite the dusty yellow film that seems to coat everything—the car, the sidewalks, the dog (as if she wasn’t allergenic enough).

So in honor of spring, and Earth Day, I’d like to list a few recent outdoor conquests:

• Biked the kids to school… check
• Biked to work… lovin’ the Xtracycle still
• Walked into town for a nice lunch with the wife… check (excellent recuperation for her recent concussion)
• Walked the dog… not as often as I should
• Built garden beds… all done but the final layer of dirt and planting, which is planned for this weekend
• Helped out at a baseball practice… check
• Took my daughter on her first “park ride”… check

In honor of that last accomplishment, here are a couple of photos.

Food worth writing about would come later when we finally arrived at my parents’ house in Smyrna, just outside of Nashville. Mom is a great cook and had a full meal of German noodles with pesto (fusion cooking at its best), oven-roasted vegetables, fried okra (damn, I love that stuff), and baked chicken. It is great to see my family after such a long time. We only get together a couple times a year at most. This is the first time in nearly four years that I have traveled here.

Day two, we rolled into in Jackson, Tennessee—the place of my birth. We are staying at a Holiday Inn where my dad’s side of the family has joined us.

Holiday Inns in the South don’t have the same amenities I have come to expect. Where the heck is the WiFi? And Diana and I are suffering through the lack of good coffee. We are kicking ourselves for not packing some Stumptown Hairbender.

Last night’s dinner was at a Ryan’s in Jackson. Nothing like a buffet restaurant to remind you of the weight problem that plagues the United States in general and the South in particular. All-you-can-eat is not a good idea people! I was also a little disturbed by the dental health of our waitresses—almost comically crooked and gold teeth abound. Really, it was weird. I’m not being mean; I was just freaked out by it.

Day three, we are going to my great-aunts 90th birthday party. This will give us a little more time with my aunts, uncles and cousins. It has been a little confusing and overwhelming for the kids. There are a lot of faces that they’ve never seen before. Not too mention the fact that some of my relatives talk a little “differently” than what my kids are accustomed to hearing.

Below is an example. Please note, this is not an actual relative. This guy works in the warehouse at the company where my dad works. I’m sure I have an uncle that has attempted something similar at sometime—it just hasn’t made it to YouTube yet. Enjoy!

YouTube – Grasshopper vs Redneck

These are all vegetarian, wheat free, dairy free, soy free (all oil will specifically be canola to avoid soy), free of artificial flavors, synthetic colors, BHA, BHT, TBHQ, and as far as I can tell, free of citric acid (I’m not sure what all is in this category–citrus fruits, berries, pineapple, tamarind, cherries, tomatoes, cayenne, artichokes, lettuce, cheese (ruled out by dairy anyway), and sourdough).

So what CAN they eat? I was surprised to see a list of five options:

• Frozen grapes & pistachios
• Banana bread with peanut butter
• Pumpkin muffins with almond butter
• Greek lentil soup with cornbread muffins made with rice milk
• Steel cut oats with vanilla, maple syrup and toasted pecan

…so apparently we don’t have any nut allergies. Does anyone else find this list of allergies peculiar?

Someday I really will post pictures of our biking arrangement.

The skinny:

• 1 mountain bike for Dad (Gary Fisher Marlin 1999)
• 1 trail-a-bike for the little kid (Adams Trail-a-Bike)
• 1 mountain bike for the big kid (Raleigh Rowdy)
• ~30 minutes of ride time
• ~9 mph average speed
• 4.8 miles with kids
• 5 miles to work without kids

(Pictures to follow, I forgot to take one in the rush to get out the door.)
Keeton did awesome on the bike lanes of North Portland. The Columbia Blvd. trail leaves a little to be desired at a couple of spots, but it was safe and traveled well. Mishya is now officially over her fears of biking. (I think the trailer was just a little too much loss of control as of late–the trail-a-bike is a much better fit for a 6-year old.)

My only complaints are that the coupling on the trail-a-bike was having a squeak-a-thon–it has been checked, it is not part of the recall from a year ago–and that the mountain bike is way heavy compared to my usual aluminum road steed. If I do this regularly, which is the plan, I think I’m going to need to switch to some lighter tires. I love the glass-crunching-ride-with-abandon fell of the Specialized Armadillo Crossroads I currently have on the Marlin, but man the tires feel heavy. I have to find something that will give me the top end speed of the slicks I used to ride with the puncture protection. I can then save the crossroads for trail riding–which I don’t get to do that often.

Two final issues with riding bikes to school that is 4+ miles from home. I can’t do pick up, so Diana had to swing by and grab the bikes with a car in the afternoon and Keeton and I crossed-wires regarding his helmet. I hope the helmet is sitting at school, but if not we are going to need to get him a new one before we can ride again. Darn.