Monday, August 31, 2009
New Blog!
Now that my blog is the story of two people, Dylan and Ali, I shall call my new one... DillyDally. All further posts will be posted on the new site. Also, make sure to add my new e-mail address, alidastrup@gmail.com, to your private blogs.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Leaving Moab, Leaving Home
Dylan and I had such a great summer. In fact, we plan on returning next year as newlyweds. Moab has a special place in our hearts. Its where it all began. It doesn't take long for the desert scenery and warm temperatures to invite you calling it home. As we pack our things and head to our original home, up north, we can't help but feel sad. But, as soon as that emotion comes, all we can do is think.. "We are going home to get married. In the temple, none less." We love each other so much. This love can bring us to joyous tears if we let it. We are so excited to establish our home and our new family. September 25, 2009 life begins, again.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Saturday, August 1, 2009
"Just when I thought I couldn't get any dumber...
I TOTALLY REDEEMED MYSELF!!!" -Dumb and Dumber-
Back on the saddle through Cataract Canyon, I had the cleanest lines ever! After last weeks runs, I was quite nervous. I am so glad that I got to go back and correct my errors. I had talked about them with a passenger named Toddi on the jetboat ride downstream. That is when she decided to go with me. She knew I wouldnt make the some mistake twice. She had a blast the first day of rapids. I hit them all perfectly. She told me that her loyalties were to my boat. She gave me a huge confidence boost because she wanted to stay in my boat the entire time.I love Cataract Canyon. I learned a good lesson. The river gives no freebies. Six year guide, Dale, flipped in 'Capsize' right in front of me. I had scouted the rapid and knew that he was going the wrong way. Fortunately, I kept my cool and made it through without a lick of err. It felt so good to have the owner of my company on the motorboat give nods of approval after every rapid. Dylan had his own boat this time. He did wonderful! We both had fun, safe, clean runs. This trip really made my season.
Back on the saddle through Cataract Canyon, I had the cleanest lines ever! After last weeks runs, I was quite nervous. I am so glad that I got to go back and correct my errors. I had talked about them with a passenger named Toddi on the jetboat ride downstream. That is when she decided to go with me. She knew I wouldnt make the some mistake twice. She had a blast the first day of rapids. I hit them all perfectly. She told me that her loyalties were to my boat. She gave me a huge confidence boost because she wanted to stay in my boat the entire time.I love Cataract Canyon. I learned a good lesson. The river gives no freebies. Six year guide, Dale, flipped in 'Capsize' right in front of me. I had scouted the rapid and knew that he was going the wrong way. Fortunately, I kept my cool and made it through without a lick of err. It felt so good to have the owner of my company on the motorboat give nods of approval after every rapid. Dylan had his own boat this time. He did wonderful! We both had fun, safe, clean runs. This trip really made my season.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Visitors Welcome
Rufio and Snowcat came down to run the river with us. It was so fun! Dylan and I went our to Lionsback and had a weenie roast the first night. Then, the next day, I took them down the daily section in inflatable kayaks. We stopped at the movie set on the side of the river and saw some wildlife. That night, we went out to Hittle Bottom to visit Dylan at work/camp. In the middle of the night, a monsoon hit us. I woke up to flashing lightning and a sprinkle. Just as I woke Dylan and jumped into the trailer for shelter, a wall of water hit us and lasted for several minutes. This was the neatest storm all year. I sure hope more people come to visit us next year. It was way fun.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Cataract Canyon
Humbled. Big Drop II and III. Too close to marker rock on II, not patient enough. Almost hit marker, couldn't recover to make the pull and fell over the ledge wave sideways. Broken oar, switched to spare
. Now for III.. I didn't trust the current, was too far right, dropped into a big hole that forced me quickly off of a pour over. Three times I thought that the boat would flip. Spared not once but thrice. I learned a lot.. My paws are ripped off.
. Now for III.. I didn't trust the current, was too far right, dropped into a big hole that forced me quickly off of a pour over. Three times I thought that the boat would flip. Spared not once but thrice. I learned a lot.. My paws are ripped off.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Kens Lake
Today I went to the lake while everyone else was working. I had the day off so I took myself out in a inflatable kayak. All the pals joined me as I was just about to go home. Already a lobster on the places that haven't been exposed all summer, aka where the lifejacket usually covers, I regretably stayed a few hours more. Ouch. It was sure fun though. I forgot how hard it is to swim without a PFD.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Typical Day at the Warehouse
Ah, the lovely days we have had at the warehouse...
Manager Reece calls an important meeting. He gathers the guides together. As he gains full attention of the staff, he turns on the hose and soaks everyone. Fortunately its been between 100 and 110 degrees outside so we were more thankful than anything.
Then there is Steve. Mr. Steve Hazlett, owner of Worldwide River Expeditions. He loves his forklift. Car broke down? No fear, Steve will pick it up and haul it where it needs to be. Boom Baby!
Manager Reece calls an important meeting. He gathers the guides together. As he gains full attention of the staff, he turns on the hose and soaks everyone. Fortunately its been between 100 and 110 degrees outside so we were more thankful than anything.
Then there is Steve. Mr. Steve Hazlett, owner of Worldwide River Expeditions. He loves his forklift. Car broke down? No fear, Steve will pick it up and haul it where it needs to be. Boom Baby!
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Tuscher Tunnel
Today we meant to go four wheeling with Verl in his Suburban and Dylan's pickup. On the way out, Verl broke one of his rear leaf springs. So, change in plans, we had a delicious tailgate picnic at Tuscher Tunnel. We found a geocache in the darkness. Dylan replaced a his Chapstick for a neat rock that someone had left in it. Yes, he traded Chapstick for a rock. I am pretty sure that is why he will be a great Geologist. He loves rocks.
Trying to keep our eyes open for a vicious flash in the dark tunnel.
We look like moles.
Trying to keep our eyes open for a vicious flash in the dark tunnel.We look like moles.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Best Surprise Ever
My best friend asked me to marry him! It was so perfect. Dylan and I had been talking about getting married for a while now and its finally here.
I figured that the big question would come sometime this summer but he completely surprised me last Friday.
Look back to February 22 of this year, my blog shows a special trip to Moab that Dylan, myself and others went on. We camped at Big Bend. This was the first place that Dylan and I camped together, only six months ago. We played guitar around the campfire, ate Ramen and talked. At the fire, sitting in front of him, was the first place that Dylan felt "strangely comfortable, or like home" to me. The next morning, while driving to Indian Ladder, I verbally, might I add, jokingly, gave Dylan my heart because of the songs that he had sang the night before (Ray Lamontagne). After a day of hiking and playing at the park, I ended up sick with a nasty virus. We decided to rest at our friend Stucki's family home. With hot and cold chills, nausea, weakness and a wicked bad sore throat. Dylan and Stucki's father gave me a blessing. I was so grateful and later realized how impressed I was that Dylan was ready to give a blessing at any given time. He was a great example of faith and was the gospel man that I have been wanting. Since this trip to Moab, nearly every day has been spent together.
It only took a few weeks for him to say "I love you" and I said it in return. We had gone to the same school, hung out with the same people, played the same sport... but then, I would have never guessed that I would one day be the Mrs. Dylan Dastrup. It was fortunate for us to have so much common history that we got to skip the "Getting to know you" stage. From the beginning, it has been a sincere, genuine love.
This weekend, I was guiding an overnighter that camped at Big Bend. After making dinner, playing games with customers, and toe fishing, Dylan and a few other guides showed up. This is not uncommon to get nighttime visitors. There is a bouldering field for climbing across the street from camp. After strapping on our life jackets and swimming through the rapids a few times, we dried off and joined the others that were climbing. We climbed until dark, then made our way back to camp. The guides climbed on top of the enclosed trailer to sleep while Dylan and I went to wind down by the river. As we laid on the boat, the moon was full. I hugged him and told him that I was glad to have him in my life. Shortly after, he sat up, slid a ring on my finger and asked if I would marry him. Shocked, I giggled and hugged him for a few minutes then squeaked out a definite "Yes!" I laughed and smiled for a while more. As it got later, I called my mom and sisters to give them the news.
I love Dylan Dastrup.
I'm getting married!
I figured that the big question would come sometime this summer but he completely surprised me last Friday.
Look back to February 22 of this year, my blog shows a special trip to Moab that Dylan, myself and others went on. We camped at Big Bend. This was the first place that Dylan and I camped together, only six months ago. We played guitar around the campfire, ate Ramen and talked. At the fire, sitting in front of him, was the first place that Dylan felt "strangely comfortable, or like home" to me. The next morning, while driving to Indian Ladder, I verbally, might I add, jokingly, gave Dylan my heart because of the songs that he had sang the night before (Ray Lamontagne). After a day of hiking and playing at the park, I ended up sick with a nasty virus. We decided to rest at our friend Stucki's family home. With hot and cold chills, nausea, weakness and a wicked bad sore throat. Dylan and Stucki's father gave me a blessing. I was so grateful and later realized how impressed I was that Dylan was ready to give a blessing at any given time. He was a great example of faith and was the gospel man that I have been wanting. Since this trip to Moab, nearly every day has been spent together.
It only took a few weeks for him to say "I love you" and I said it in return. We had gone to the same school, hung out with the same people, played the same sport... but then, I would have never guessed that I would one day be the Mrs. Dylan Dastrup. It was fortunate for us to have so much common history that we got to skip the "Getting to know you" stage. From the beginning, it has been a sincere, genuine love.
This weekend, I was guiding an overnighter that camped at Big Bend. After making dinner, playing games with customers, and toe fishing, Dylan and a few other guides showed up. This is not uncommon to get nighttime visitors. There is a bouldering field for climbing across the street from camp. After strapping on our life jackets and swimming through the rapids a few times, we dried off and joined the others that were climbing. We climbed until dark, then made our way back to camp. The guides climbed on top of the enclosed trailer to sleep while Dylan and I went to wind down by the river. As we laid on the boat, the moon was full. I hugged him and told him that I was glad to have him in my life. Shortly after, he sat up, slid a ring on my finger and asked if I would marry him. Shocked, I giggled and hugged him for a few minutes then squeaked out a definite "Yes!" I laughed and smiled for a while more. As it got later, I called my mom and sisters to give them the news.
I love Dylan Dastrup.
I'm getting married!
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Family BBQ
Due to the "change in plans" shown on my mom's blog, the sisters and I got together to have a BBQ instead of going to the cabin. Poor Dylan, he "got the grill" worse than the weenies that we ate did. Travis based the conversation around the alphabet. He asked about the "L" word and then directly following, the "M' word. Travis is sure going to be a good dad when it comes to Katie dating. In attempt of changing the subject, we played on the tramp, ran around with the kids, played some music and funny games, and eventually got Bob' s Brainfreeze snowcones and 11pm. Just kidding sisters, bringing it back to subject, this love is as real as it gets.
Lauren's Wedding
Dylan and I came up for Lauren and Dan's Wedding. It was beautiful. The food was delicious. Lauren looked amazing. It was great to see the old Heber pals and long lost family too.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
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