Sunday, April 29, 2007
Trevor's Piano Recital
Trevor played "From a Distance" by Bette Midler during his second piano recital and gave a flawless performance after some initial hesitation. Big Brother Maxwell was on hand but resisted the temptation to mock poor little Trevor. Probably because Camera Man Dad was giving him the Don't-you-say-one-word look.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Allergic to North Carolina
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Spelunkers

Today, I'm taking the gang to Morril's Cave near Elizabethton, Tennessee for our very first caving expedition. Shellsea, Max and Trevor are all excited and ready to explore.
Morril's Cave

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Here we are just outside the entrance to Morril's Cave (aka Worley's Cave). High Mountain Expeditions provided two excellent cave guides pictured on the left. Our guides, Max and Jeff (yes, it did cause some confusion), were fanatastic. They made the expedition lots of fun and even kept me from cracking my head open during a very scary fall. Since we were their first expedition of the season, Max and Jeff took us on the special tour and led us through lots of chamber and passages that aren't included in the standard package. Please note, this is the last time you will see us clean.
Into the Abyss
Tight Squeeze

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You can't really appreciate this picture without hearing the screams and giggles. The kids are taking a little detour to visit a small chamber called the Egg Room. I tried to follow, but you're required to slither on your belly over 25 feet through this very narrow crevice. Halfway through I felt the grip of claustrophobia for the first time in my life. I decided to back out and let the kids enjoy this on their own.
The Mud Room
Girls are Icky
At the end of my rope
Cavemen

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I had no idea what I was getting us into. For the last 4½ hours, we have walked, crawled, slipped, climbed, slid, waded, tripped, pulled, and slithered our way through almost 5 miles of passages. At one point when we were wading down a waist-deep, icy-cold creek that runs through the lower level of the cave, I could hear my son Trevor's teeth chattering in the darkness. I asked our guide how far we were below the surface. When he replied somewhere over a mile, I cursed myself (can you say hypothermia?). However, we finally emerged safe and uninjured, although we are a little banged up, very cold, and extremely exhausted. I have to admit though, this expedition has been one of the most unique and profound experiences of my life. As my boys would say, "it was awesome!"
Monday, April 10, 2006
Covered Bridge
Lake Imaging Trail
The Lone Ranger
A well-deserved rest
Ready to ride...Well, almost
Trevor's Turn
Sunday, April 09, 2006
First morning

We're finally here. The boys are checking out my friend Gail's horses, Cashmere and Phoenix, on a crispy cool morning here in beautiful North Carolina. It's a little chilly but we hope to do some whitewater rafting today.
Men in tights

The boys and I getting ready for our first whitewater rafting expedition on the frigid French Broad River (that's why we are wearing the sexy wetsuits). The Nantahala Outdoor Center provides expert guides and all of the gear necessary for a fun-filled adventure. Fortunately, the tourist season hasn't quite yet started so we're receiving extra attention and we have the river all to ourselves today.
The Calm Before the Storm
Whitewater!
Meet the team

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Introducing the team from left to right:
Jeff Stroup (Dad): I am the one with the pained expression on his face and the bubble on his head. I grabbed the largest available helmut and naturally it is still 3 sizes too small. I picked the biggest wetsuit and honestly believe I've destroyed my reproductive capability forever. At least I'm wet and cold.
Maxwell Stroup (12): When our raft guide asks Trevor to stop paddling five times in a row because Trevor's drifted off into Trevor-Trevor Land again, you can always count on good old Maxwell to get Trevor's attention with a quick strike from his trusty paddle. Now I know why Max wanted to sit behind Trevor.
Gail Frandsen (Friend & Shellsea's mom): This hyperactive lady (I'm sure you can sense her energy) is in charge of our travel itinerary. She started our week with icy cold rapids and has made plans to have us riding horses, climbing mountains, crawling through caves, and possibly panning for gold. I hope I survive to post more blogs.
Trevor Stroup (11): "Stop paddling. Please, stop paddling. Trevor. Trevor. Stop paddling, Trevor. Come on, Trevor. You need to pay attention. Can you hear me, Trevor?"
Shellsea Frandsen (15): Surprisingly normal for being raised by you-know-who. This girl has been groomed to face any challenge she will ever encounter in life. I'm voting for her in the 2030 Presidential Elections.
















