Man what a blur the past few days have been. It started on the 30th of Dec. when we loaded a charter bus at 11pm at night and headed for Valencia Calf. for the 1st Annual Elevate Escape. That's a fancy way of saying we went to Magic Mountain. (No there is no magic for those of you who get a little weird on that stuff). After the big MM we celebrated new years in a hotel and then off to San Diego for a day at the beach. What other job in the world can you call that "work"? All together, a good time of friends (new and old) and tons of rides. I gotta tell you dropping at 85 mph for 285 feet is quite an ordeal. I'm amazed at my kids though, Taylor (10)and Emilee (8) both riding all these rides right along with the best of them. I love that fearless streak in them, the willingness to try new things and just trust their dad when he says..it's gonna be alright, trust me your'e gonna love this. I can see the apprehension in their eyes but I also get to see the thrill of the conquering hero when they overcome. Kinda reminds me of what it must be like for God with me sometimes...well I'm off to conquer more territory. Waylon