Ciao Lubbock (part 2)

So excited this is a one-way trip.

We have a house! I just couldn’t bring myself to write this second part until we were positive we had a house and would in fact be saying ciao to Lubbock. I am sitting in my house now, all our belongings are loaded up into a 16 foot van outside. When we left off part 1, Tori was about to be born. You can read more about that here. 

We will start with bringing Tori home. My mom was staying with us for a few weeks. And just as it should be, the focus for the first few months was all baby. A couple weeks after Tori was born, Dunte started his job at the Texas Tech Rec. A job that would change his career goals completely.

Tori’s first two years were very similar: two trips to Germany, a trip to Kansas City, school, and juggling schedules. The first year was hard all on its own, without any extras thrown in. The second year got easier, so I decided to add three jobs, graduating and wedding planning just to keep things interesting.

The first few weeks with Tori were tough. I had some breastfeeding issues the first couple weeks, and Tori did what babies do (wake up in the middle of the night… a lot). It seemed Dunte was sleeping more than Tori sometimes, which I wasn’t thrilled about. I would sometimes climb back into bed after putting Tori down in the middle of the night and throw a couple elbows Dunte’s direction before settling down.

After my mom left in the middle of June, we had several visitors anxious to get to know Miss Tori. I loved the company and the help, but Dunte and I were still getting the hang of being a team as parents. In the middle of July I went to Germany with Koko to visit for a month. It was a long visit, and I am still sorry Dunte missed Tori so much of Tori when she was really little.

Despite all that, the Germany trip was amazing. I had so much help, and my family got to spend so much time with Tori. There was always someone to hold her, Tori is blessed to have two uncles and an aunt and of course GJ and Opa who fell madly in love with her during that trip. I got to sleep, and eat and drink amazing German beer. We went to Venice, Verona, and Salzburg. I so wish Dunte could have been there, but I came back recovered from the ass kicking of a pregnancy and delivery. Ready for a new ass kicking of school.

 Dunte and I learned how to work as a team in a hurry. We settled into a routine, then school started. Dunte and I worked out our school schedules so I went to class on Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Dunte went to class on Tuesday and Thursday. This made for long days for both of us. I would wake up around 6, pump so Dunte could feed Tori bottle. Then go to class form 8 to noon, come home, eat, nurse Tori then head back to campus for a long class with a lab. On Tuesdays and Thursdays I would pack all of Tori’s stuff into the car and take her to the Athletics Communications office. I was interning there and everyone in the office was nice enough to put up with baby noises and distractions so I could still come in and get some experience.  That was the fall semester, and it flew by. On home football Saturday’s I was gone all day working for Tech athletics. I loved this, the full days of being among grown-ups and doing something I felt was useful was nice (even if it meant pumping in a closet during halftime).

Dunte and I made the trip to Germany for Christmas break. Getting there was a little tough, we had a little 2-day layover in Amsterdam. Thankfully a very nice family let us stay with them. An 8-hour train ride finally got our sick, tired butts to Munich. Skiing/snowboarding sums up our winter trip to Germany, which is never a bad thing.

When we came back it was the heart of cycling season. Dunte would go away on weekends and race two or three times and then never fully recover enough sleep before he left for the next one. I started wedding planning, and went to the Big 12 Women’s Basketball Championships. Tori was crawling and standing by this point and was very fun. During the spring semester of 2011 I had the Tuesday, Thursday shift. This makes for very, very long days. I still wasn’t working other than my internship with Tech Athletics, and this was starting to make me a little crazy. Tori was a little more self-sufficient and I was antsy. As the semester ended, we celebrated Tori’s first birthday! We survived a year, and to help us celebrate so many of our friends came up to Lubbock.

I am always impressed with my friends and how much they love and support our family. When I was pregnant with Tori, I was unsure how my relationships with my friends would change. Would I suddenly be the friend with a baby that they didn’t have anything in common with? They blew my fears out of the water from day one. They all love Tori to the ends of the earth, and make the very unpleasant drive to Lubbock often. Somehow this random group of college students has turned into the proverbial “villiage” it takes to raise a child.

Mia, Tori and I went to Germany during the summer. We spent an amazing week in Rome and climbed a mountain. Which I just realized I haven't written about in detail! This is a major problem.

Tori’s second year was exponentially easier. Tori started going to daycare at the YWCA, she absolutely loved being around other kids. I was able to work, which made me much more pleasant to be around. Football season came and went, I went to the basketball Big 12 Championships again. Dunte graduated and wedding planning was in full swing. Don’t misinterpret my nonchalant way of describing it. It was hard and so so busy. But it was the kind of busy I enjoy. Dunte and I always joke that if you don’t have 3 jobs, you aren’t working hard. We were working hard. Our conversations often consisted of baby and car swaps somewhere on campus. The whole college experience was leading up to May 2012: the grand finale of the past four years. My family would return from Germany, I would graduate, Tori would turn two, we would get married, and we would (hopefully) find jobs and move.

Up until May, I had no idea what would happen on May 27^th. All the plans were for the day we got married, so who knew what the world would look like the day after. It turns out, pretty much the same. I don’t have any idea what the next few months will look like. I really hope I find a job. I really hope Dunte finds clients and can jumpstart his business. 

When Tori was born, it was basically the same scary unknown. We made it through that with flying colors, so I have more confidence that we can come through this. Dunte and I have both changed so much since we met nearly five years ago.  

Lubbock is dry and windy and far away and sometimes miserable. But Lubbock, and the people who live here have been so good to us. This will always be the place where we became a little family when Tori was born. This is where we had our first home, where we got married. I have moved around my whole life, and now I have called Lubbock home for longer than any other place. It will always mean a lot to me.

I am so excited about the next step. We have so many adventures in our future; I have no idea what they look like, but I promise to keep you posted.

You can bet there will be dancing. 

Pikes Peak Climb

The Nitty-Gritty

Height: 14,110 ft.

Elevation Change: 7,410 ft.

Distanced Hiked: 12.9

Time: 10.5 hours

Date Climbed: July 22, 2012

Climbing Partners: Mia Mastracchio, AJ Yingling, Will Yingling, Megan Yingling, Paul Yingling

We started at the Manitou Springs Trail Head and followed the Barr Trail all the way to the top. 

The Story

We rose bright and early around 4 a.m. to start getting ready. It was all business and excitement as we were eating and loading up. AIS (ass in seat) was 5:00 a.m., but we weren’t in the car until about 5:20. It was fairly quiet in the car on the ride there. I think we were all waking up and contemplating what was ahead. I was feeling the pressure of being the person who had done all the research for the trail.

We arrived and were out of the car and moving by 6:00 a.m. We started walking and were moving pretty quickly, we saw the sun rise a couple minutes into the hike. It was beautiful and a reminder of exactly how early it was. In my head it was just the time we had to start, I wasn’t tired. That would come later.

We were moving fast for a couple hours, averaging about 2.5 miles per hour. After a couple hours Megan’s ankle was really swelling and hurting. She had major surgery about 6 months ago. So at that point Megan and Dad decided to turn back. Mia, AJ, Will and I were ready to soldier on. We had to do some backpack rearranging. As we were pausing, we talked about some ridiculous projections of how long it would take us to get up. I expected between 1 p.m. and 3 p.m., we didn’t make it to the top until 4:30 p.m. Turns out elevation can be a pretty significant factor.

We moved along pretty nicely, taking a few short breaks here and there. Mia had an app on her iPhone that told us how fast we were moving and how far we had gone. We called her Amy, every five minutes she updated us. Sometimes when we were getting tired I would wait until she spoke up again, then stop for a minute. We had to turn her off because Mia’s phone was dying. We were averaging about 2 miles per hour with our stops, and still feeling good. Maybe a little extra winded because of the elevation, but nothing too bad.

A little after 10 a.m. we got to Barr Camp, which is about halfway up at 10,200 ft. We ate lunch among the chipmunks and were very ready for it. I was hungry and knew we still had a while to go.

 Barr Camp was a little camp nestled among the trees (and the overly friendly chipmunks), a retired couple runs the place. We each carried about 3 liters of water and all of us had finished half of that or more by lunch. To refill at Barr Camp we had to rent a filter for $5 and pump all of containers full. It took about a half hour, which was way longer than we hoped to stop for lunch. It also was a little tiring for the arms.

At the end of lunch, around 11 a.m., we called my mom, who was planning to meet us at the top to drive us down. We told her we would be at the top in four hours. I thought this was a fairly reasonable estimate, we had been going at a steady 2 miles per hour since the beginning without too much trouble. I had been leading up to this point, AJ lead us out of Barr Camp and then things started to get hard.

We were at our pre-lunch pace for a while and quickly realized it was getting a little harder. The trail was still the same incline and difficulty, we were going the same pace. The only explanation was the increasing elevation. At 10,200 ft. we were higher than I have ever been on foot. That is higher than any mountain we climbed in Germany, and higher than the Zugspitze (highest mountain in Germany). For a couple hours after lunch the trial was still nice, we were breathing hard and struggling, but still joking during breaks. The confusion and fuzziness of elevation hadn’t set in yet but we had started to keep an eye out for it. The views were beautiful and you could really tell how high we were getting. We were getting close to the tree line and that was our next big goal. It took longer than we expected but we made it.  

From here on out distance we were climbing was a little confusing. Will took the lead at some point after lunch, and he kept a good pace for us. The pace was a little slower and steady, it felt sustainable. We kept moving and were tired but okay. We started talking about the phases of hiking, when the swearing would start, and when the very serious complaining would start. It is easy to talk about these things when you still have air to spare in your lungs.

We didn’t get any signs until after the tree line, and the suffering makes things a little blurry. With three miles left, I know we were tired and I know it was about to get really tough. I had read and heard that the last fourth of the hike was by far the toughest and that proved to be absolutely true. We were stopping often, and having trouble catching our breath when we did stop. I had a headache, and Mia said my eyes were swelling. I know they were heavy and a little hard to keep open.


 We all had strong moments. Will did a great job keeping us moving for a lot of the time. Mia was encouraging and upbeat. AJ had the quiet determination needed to keep us going. We all had our low moments too. Will rolled his ankle, Mia was having trouble with her hip flexor, AJ hurt his knee. I stepped on an unsteady rock, when it rolled I decided I didn’t have the energy to catch myself. So I fell, a guy hiking behind me was very concerned and helped me up. Towards the end I had a really hard time. I was nauseous and dizzy, we all had dizzy spells and confusion that made it hard to find the right words for whatever we were talking about. We were swapping back and forth leads with another group of guys, they were nice and having just as much trouble as us. Which was great because so many people ran, I mean literally ran, and then turned around and ran past us down. They were super human freaks, I will never understand.

We reached a sign that said two miles, and as were approaching it we guessed (and hoped and prayed) that it was .5 miles, or maybe 1 mile. Two miles, cue swearing. Cue throwing rocks in the general direction of the sign. Two miles, after already hiking 11, was long and it took about two hours. We started setting little goals, maybe a couple hundred yards away. We would say, “When we reach that big boulder there, we can stop and take a breath.”

We couldn’t drink from the camelbacks while we were walking because that would mean our nose had to do all the breathing, that wasn’t working at all. The little goals helped, it was still taking forever. Our feet were barely moving, but we were going up. We knew we were getting close, a really nice runner came down and said, “1.3 miles guys, your doing great.” His encouragement came a great time. He kept us going for a bit.

The last sign said “16 Golden Steps,” when I saw that I knew we could do it. Up until that point, I wasn’t sure. The Steps were a short distance with a lot of elevation increase. After just a hundred yards of walking, we were way above that Golden steps sign. By that point we had decided crying at the top would be a completely appropriate reaction.

We just kept pushing on and then I saw my mom waiting on a rock. I was so happy, I kind of collapsed on a rock a bit. Then let out a pretty pathetic “Help!” The entire rest of the way, I looked at my feet and thought about what we had done. Walked more than 12 miles, climbed a fourteener for the first time, climbed the mountain in Colorado with the biggest elevation change.

We finally got to the top, and we hurt. We were tired and we had done it. That was all that mattered

Taken as soon as we all reached the top. 

We planned to feast at the top but exhaustion and nausea made that less appealing. Getting below 10,000 feet was top priority. We came home and nursed our wounds. It was hard being proud when it took us so long, and so many people ran past us. But when we were out the top, a cog train full of people came up. I felt deservedly superior to the riders.

I never really smiled big and basked in the awesomeness of what we did until the next day. My mom and Megan told two different (fairly fit) local people that we climbed Pikes Peak, and they were proud and said it was impressive and that they hadn’t done it.

I also didn’t realize how much elevation fuzzied our thinking until the next couple days. We talked about a bunch of things, and giggled at very silly things. I can’t think of a single one of them. There are no quotes of the day or big lessons learned because our brains were oxygen deprived.

I am so so proud of us. It was by no means fun, it was an adventure I will never forget. I am so glad I did it and another fourteener is in my future.

Happy Trails 

Kate

Ciao Lubbock! (part one)

As Dunte, Tori and I prepare to move to (a yet unknown house) in Austin, I have been thinking a lot about our time in Lubbock and this house specifically. This may be a two part-er, so we’ll start with Lubbock in general.

I decided to come to Texas Tech, Dunte decided to go to New Mexico Tech, and we decided to stay together. It is a well-known fact that freshman year of college is brutally hard. Naturally, we thought making it harder with a long distance relationship would be brilliant.

Koko and I lived in a tiny box of a dorm room for the first semester of freshman year. I spent most of that first semester sick, mono, kidney infection, you know the fun stuff. There were a few of us who were from my high school at Texas Tech as freshman together, and we were all without a car, a typical, but frustrating situation. I sold my horses, which was hard and heartbreaking. Then I used the money from one of the horses to buy an old Jeep Cheroke, shortly after buying it I was driving down 190 in Harker Heights when my wheel, yes my entire wheel, flew off the car. I miraculously stopped the car and wasn’t hurt, but I would soon watch the Jeep, and the money from my horse, get hauled away as scrap metal. That did hurt.

 Dunte and I would talk on the phone in the evening sometimes, on the computer others. We had some very fun and exciting visits that year, weekend visits were a relationship on steroids after being apart for so long.

It wasn’t all bad, there was a lot of football, and good football at that. Of course, Texas Tech’s amazing win over No. 1 Texas jumps immediately to mind. Koko, Jon and I waited in line for at least four hours, managed to snag spectacular seats, which we of course stood on the entire time. We rushed the field (the third, and appropriate time) and partied the weekend away. Several friends were in town, and I will never forget that weekend.

Oh and I cut my hair super short Fall of freshman year.

In December, Koko was tired of Texas Tech and went home. Absolutely the right decision for her, but it left me some very, very strange roommates. First there was Courtney, a 26 year-old physical therapy student. She only stayed for 10 weeks as part of a fellowship program, but she ate a lot of tune in that 10-week period. She was fun enough, but I was really hoping that when she left I would have the whole room to myself for the rest of the semester. Then there was Katherine, who liked turtles and had some questionable hygienic practices. As far as I could tell, she never left the room. So I did my best to stay out of it. This was easier, since mono wasn’t making me sleep 18 hours a day. I played poker (badly) with a group of friends every week. AJ came to visit for a weekend. I took him to a house party, that to this day, is still the craziest party I have even been to. Jello shots, enough said.

Dunte and I went camping in New Mexico a couple of times that spring. One not-so-successful trip, we almost froze to death. Word to the wise, it gets cold in New Mexico in February, especially at night. But we made it out alive, and even had the gall to do it again. Our spring breaks didn’t line up, so I went to New Mexico during mine, and Dunte came to Lubbock during his. Spending time together when we actually had to go to class, and have responsibilities was a challenge. But spending two weeks together was great. 

I learned spring semesters pass fast, at some point during that semester. Dunte decided he would transfer to Texas Tech. I was thrilled, but nervous he would move to the wrong college just for me. Summer time came with a whirlwind of activities. The first was an engagement, which you can read about here.

Dunte and I on our way to our engagement weekend camping trip.

During that summer, my dad came home from Iraq, I celebrated my 19^th birthday with Mia and a giant group of friends, there was the Festival that will live in infamy. Dunte and I took a trip to Ft. Sill and Ft. Leavenworth to visit old friends of mine. My family and I visited Pittsburgh and DC on our way to Germany. And I worked two jobs that summer, it was lots of care-free fun.

Then sophomore year started, and it was time to buckle down. Dunte was living in Lubbock, playing rugby, and working for Vector, and going to Texas Tech. Mia and I were living with two other roommates in Murray hall. Not a bad living situation other than a few mishaps. On Oct. 6, 2009, we found out we were expecting a baby. Surprise! Like I said, buckle down.

Fall semester was grumpy, and morning sickness strewn. I went to Germany for Christmas break, tearing up the slopes at 4 months pregnant. And by tearing up I mean leaving my ski-pants un-buttoned and not falling at all costs.

When spring came around, things started to get a little less scary, and a little more exciting. I was still taking 17 hours in school, I also started an internship with Texas Tech Athletics Communications. In February, Dunte and I were walking around registering for baby gifts. I had been limping around and was stiff, but ignored it. We were having such a fun, nice day. At one point we realized that my left leg was much larger than my right and had some definite purple hues to it. Off to the emergency room we went. I had a blood clot, which I just had surgery to repair this past April. I had a fairly stubborn attitude about the whole thing. I was supposed to work an athletic event on Sunday afternoon, when I was still in the hospital Sunday morning, Dunte finally had to convince me I was not going to be able to make it. I think I missed two classes the week after spending the weekend in the hospital. I hobbled my way to all the others. We found out we would be having a little girl, and spirited name discussions began. My wonderful friends threw us a baby shower, and we were busy getting everything ready.

On May 1, we moved into our apartment in Deerfield Village. I was pretty pregnant, and once again our friends stepped up and helped us so much. I finished my last final on May 10^th and Victoria was born on May 18^th. The timing couldn’t have been better; especially considering my mom had some serious flight delays and didn’t get here until May 16^th. Dunte and I lived together for two weeks before Tori was born, and we did our best to get good at in a hurry. I learned one should close cabinet doors, and have confidence in your cohabitation’s handyman skills. Then Tori arrived and the learning curve got pretty crazy. And wonderful. 

This concludes part one the farewell Lubbock posts. Part two isn’t far behind, I promise.