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Cadence “If you are a dreamer come in If you are a dreamer a wisher a liar A hoper a pray-er a magic-bean-buyer If youre a pretender com sit by my fire For we have some flax golden tales to spin Come in! Come in!” —Shel Silverstein
HI. How are you? I feel like I’m back in the fifth grade, writing to my new pen pal, introducing myself, introducing you to Broad Ambition and Cadence, telling you my likes (trail running, hot yoga, brown ales, chocolate mousse, and the color orange), and then asking you a bunch of questions: what’s your favorite thing that gets you off the couch, what’s the last challenge you took on, have any good smoothie recipes? Also, I should note here that my grammar (and spelling) is awful. Sorry to all my past English teachers...really. My first dog (pictured left) was a lab and totally awesome. She had a great life, made mine better, and was my faithful training partner for the past 12 years. No matter the weather, she was always willing and eager to hit the dirt, road, snow, water, whatever. She died last April and it crushed me. Still to this day I find myself expecting her to bound down my driveway when I come home, or be curled up sleeping in front of my wood burning stove. The hardest part has been going on adventures without her; there’s this nagging feeling like I’m forgetting something when I head outside. When we first started drafting up this first issue it was important that we ask “what motivates you to head outside and play?” Now, without my faithful companion, I’m revisiting the question on a regular basis. Cadence is about our experiences (good, bad, and everything in between), it’s about yours too. We look forward to hearing from you, your stories, your images, your writing... Warmly, Jenn
Tuesday 5 November 2013 The Bagel Stowe, VT 6 broadambition.com
Broad Ambition So, some background. Broadambition.com. It’s a web portal for adventure-minded women and one aspect of the site is a digital magazine called Cadence. And one section of the magazine is called the Broad Next Door. You’re the first interview for that. What do you think about being the guinea pig? Rebecca I love it. Start the expectations low. BA What? You mean you don’t consider yourself a pioneer? RL I do not. I consider myself Rebecca. BA Boring. You’ll be famous if this thing gets more than four views. Anyway, to give those four people an idea of who you are, your course of life; you have lived in some pretty happening towns: Portland, OR; Boston, MA… BIG towns. Why Stowe, VT? Population 4,314, which is down by the way from 4,339 in 2000. I checked.
At home, I’m the same way. I want to have fun at home, but I want to get shit done. I want to pack as much fun into a weekend or a day as possible. It’s not that I exhibit one personality at work and one when I’m at home. It just happened that I never perceived I had to act in two different ways, have two personas. And the more I realized that and experienced in positive ways in the workplace that simply being myself and bringing aspects of my personality to the work place that were unique to me, the more success I experienced. And I believe that’s all been possible because of where we chose to live. It provides a great balance.
“I want to pack as much fun into a weekend or a day as possible.”
RL You have too much time on your hands. To your question though…I love the lifestyle. I love the yearround activities and fun it affords: being on a snowboard in the winter and my mountain bike in the summer. And I’m also able to make a living in a job I enjoy while not having to commute too far. Seeking the ever-elusive work/life balance is really what drew me here.
BA Wow. That sounds too simple. You’re undermining the burgeoning Life Coach profession and all of the celebs who write tomes on “balance.” For you it was just a zip code? RL Well, I am somewhat simple in that I am the same person whether I’m at home or at work. I really like to have fun at work in addition to being serious and getting shit done.
BA Well, given that you work for a multibillion dollar, multinational company, that’s no small accomplishment. RL (Tentatively) Sure, but I’ve been that way from the time I worked for a small husband-and-wife advertising shop, to when I went out to Oregon to work for Nike, to now in my current position. BA Do you think being a multisport athlete helps achieve that kind of balance?
RL (Grins) Whoa there. I’m uncomfortable with using the ‘A word’ to describe myself, let alone putting ‘multisport’ in front of it. BA Well, you do do a lot of things that are prone to raising your heart rate. But calling yourself an ‘athlete’ is too strong? RL I don’t know. It’s just when I hear the word, I think of Olympians and people who can dunk basketballs. I’m not the fastest runner. I’m not the gnarliest shedder on a snowboard. It’s just that I love what I do and do what I love and it just happens to be a lot of different things.
BA You snowboard and ski. You run. You mountain bike. Every few months or so you pay some masochist at the gym to abuse you. What’s your favorite of these sort-of-kind-of athletic pursuits? RL Right now I got to go with mountain biking because it balances that element of feeling good enough at it that I can get out there with lots of different people and lots of different terrain and environments, and still have fun. But I’m still humbled on a regular basis. I have a moment during every single ride where I feel like, ‘Man, how did I miss that?’ or ‘Why the hell did I just slam on my brakes and take that crash?’ ….how can I learn from all of that. So for me that balance is what I love about mountain biking; that feeling like I get a ‘win’ on every ride, but that I still have more to go.
BA You work for a company that has thousands of employees spread across the globe that you essentially cold called looking for a job, and in just two years have come to run the digital media for one of their premiere brands. Even at a company that considers itself progressive, is there still a glass ceiling? Do you perceive that there is true equal opportunity, or do you think the Old Boys’ Club is alive and well at your place of work?
“...I think you should deal with your evolving life changes as they evolve, not necessarily in advance of them ever arriving.”
BA So does mountain biking seem to be a good metaphor for life? RL Yeah, absolutely. I moved (back) to Vermont for love after I had met my husband, and frankly, I was ready to compartmentalize my life and take that work thing and put it on the back burner, and really put my personal life first. And I thought I could actually organize my life that way. I was willing to make less money, and take a lower level job… something that would be less challenging. But I ended up in the role I’m in now, and with all of the change at my current company, I’m now in a position that’s morphed into something far more challenging, far more demanding than I ever thought that I wanted. And as I look back on it, look at where I am today versus even six months ago, there have been intersections along the way where I could have said ‘No’…where I could have said ‘No thank you. I’m going to take a bye on this promotion, this project’….but I naturally don’t do that, and it’s not because I want to be the hero, it’s that I simply want to keep doing.
RL I really don’t. It’s funny, because they just sent me to a women’s leadership conference a couple of weeks ago. Plus, in general…outside of this company, I haven’t ever felt that I have been discriminated against or limited in my potential based on my gender and I feel really lucky for that. Maybe it’s a lack of awareness on my part, but I really don’t feel my gender will limit me from doing anything that I want to do. I feel like I will limit me from doing anything that I want to do. BA Like eventually say ‘No’ to that promotion? RL Yeah, yeah. You know there’s lots of articles out there now concerning women limiting their potential based on our natural inclination to say ‘I want to have a family,’ ‘I want to live up to these set of perceived ideals and in doing so I will need to compartmentalize,’ or ‘I don’t want to over promise and under deliver.’ And that’s something I constantly struggle with because I absolutely never want to over promise and under deliver. But in the end, I think you should deal with your evolving life changes as they evolve, not necessarily in advance of them ever arriving. BA So is the motto Don’t over promise and under deliver or is it Evolve? RL (Laughs) Just keep rolling with it. We all have to have goals, but things, life, changes very quickly. The job I have now has changed tremendously without me ever officially
changing jobs. The way I do my work, the people I work with, the level in which it’s done is completely different from how it was described to me 24 months ago. When you’re in that kind of environment, you encounter people who hate change because they can’t get their heads around all of the unanswered questions that always arise in that type of environment and they become paralyzed. And I’ve been in that position before when I was at Nike. But there’s a difference between feeling paralyzed and actually letting that feeling paralyze you. What I know now is that you have to just show up and do your absolute best with the information you have, whether you’re a middle manager, or the leader of the organization and the one expected to have all of the answers.
like if I want to be a CEO. I just want to be the fullest of me both at home and at work.
BA Is there such a person anywhere?
RL Sheeeesh. Just one? I’ve had plenty. How about I just share what I know to be the reason behind all of them, athletically, personally and professionally?
RL Well that’s the thing; there isn’t. And that’s the point. Life… jobs….companies…No one person has all of the answers. I think what helps me professionally and personally is to always ask questions and get to an understanding of what is the need. What is the need for your friend who seems really upset. What’s up with your partner if things aren’t going great at home. BA Screw mottos. We’re talking essence of life shit here. Is knowing “the Need” the essence of life? RL Big question, but I think so. You always have to dig. BA Earlier when you described feeling paralyzed in your job for a time at Nike, is that how you got through it, by finding and focusing on the need at hand? RL I got through it by having those little wins. Like we talked about earlier, whether you experience them out on the trail or at work, you need them to keep moving. BA Just get the ‘W’? RL (17:42 into the g-drive mp4 file) Yeah. You need them to keep going and to see the potential of bigger wins. I don’t know if I have any real clear plan of
BA Enough of the personal and professional. It’s time for the Lightening Round of Perfunctory Interview Questions. We’ll start by going back to athletics. When you’re getting ready to go out for a big mountain bike ride; what do you eat? RL I would likely have oatmeal with fruit and nuts. BA Share a failure.
BA You’re really not grasping the whole ‘lightening’ concept, are you? RL Fear; fear of just not showing up. I’ve decided at times that I want to run half marathons, do triathlons and I’ve quit before I ever even started because I was scared I would fail. At work, I’ve made the wrong call. My approach to decision making is not so much a laborious process. I’m thoughtful; I evaluate. But I pretty swiftly make a decision and move on, and that has led to me falling on my face…athletically, personally and professionally. BA Pick a famous woman from history and why? RL Lucille Ball BA Really? RL Yeah, she’s ballsy. I don’t think she’s necessarily ‘Top of Mind’ when people think of famous strong women from the past, but she was a ballsy pioneer. She seemed to bring all of herself to work and the characters she played. She didn’t fit the mold. She didn’t look like anyone else. She didn’t talk or
act like anyone else, and she owned it. And I just think that’s cool. BA One of the great things of working at a start-up is we have a ton of money, so we went out and bought a time machine. RL No foosball? BA Foos is so last decade. Anyway, if I brought you to our time machine, would you go into the past or the future? RL Always go future. BA Really? You want to know the future? RL No, but if I had to pick, I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to ruin the mystery or control the mysteries of what lies ahead. But I just like to move forward. All of the things that I have done in the past have made me who I am so I wouldn’t want to undo any of those things even if they’ve been messy or imperfect or led to heartache. It’s just all of the stuff in my suitcase. BA If you could only vacation in one place for the rest of your life, where would it be? RL (Long pause.) I’ve got to go beach. Some place that has surf that’s not too gnarly. Great food. Hot, but not stiflingly hot cause I do burn. I’d have to go Sayulita down in Mexico. BA One food you’d never eat. RL Probably no testicles. BA So no Rocky Mountain Oysters? What if they looked like mozzarella balls? RL Well, if there was cheese involved….but other than that, I
draw the line at testicles. BA Bill Gates, the richest man in the U.S. walks through that door, and offers you a million dollars to invest in your best idea. What is it? RL I would go back to school, become a Wellness practitioner and bring wellness and holistic living practices to people who can’t necessarily afford it. BA Wellness clinics in impoverished neighborhoods? RL Yeah. Right now it seems those types of options are only available to the wealthier among us and it would be great to offer people a different way to look at their health past just taking pills. We need better options for health and we need to create better access to those options for all. When you don’t feel well, you can’t do well. BA OK. Last question. We talked about failure, but what’s your greatest success? What’s the biggest ‘W’ in your life? RL My marriage to my husband. And I don’t take credit for that (laughs), but it is my biggest ‘W’. I kissed a lot of frogs, learned a lot of lessons along the way about myself, about dating, about what I need and want, and what the difference is between the two. And it showed me what relationships are supposed to be all about. It took all of those experiences, and then some, to actually look at Mark (husband) and say ‘Holy Shit,’ that’s what everyone’s been talking about. The guy that feels as much as your best friend as he does your lover. I mean, I’ve only known him five years, but I feel I’ve known him my entire life. He’s shown me how to recontextualize different aspects of my life and that’s helped me to find that ever-elusive work-life balance and it led to me completing my first half marathon and first triathlon as opposed to just talking about it. BA So getting those little ‘w’s came with a boost from the big ‘W’? RL Yeah, he’s my big ‘W’.
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“Do one thing that scares you every day.”
P.O.I. point of interest
Slayton Cabin. Trapp Family Lodge Stowe, VT
Peace and sweat
aren’t words you typically associate with one another. Nor are tranquility and exertion. But all four states merge into one elevated spirit of euphoria on a trip out to the Slayton Cabin. Tucked three miles into the forest behind the Trapp Family Lodge in Stowe, VT, the cabin was built in 1971 by Johannes
Hill Road into a GPS or Google Maps, it will take you out to a place called Nebraska Valley and you’ll miss going through town. The Nordic Center is just past the Main Lodge. Ignore the chaos around the main lodge and make the right just past it into the parking lot.
von Trapp. The baby of the Sound of Music family built the
WHEN: The Trapp Family Lodge invested in a snowmaking
rustic cottage by hand and a journey to it feels more like a
system for their trails a number of years ago so the route out
visit into the 19th century than something built just 42 years
to the cabin is covered from mid-December to March. Stowe
receives an average of 330 inches of snow a year so there’s
It’s a snowy crooked climb from the resort’s Nordic Center to Slayton through a primeval forest. Don’t think three miles is too far. Whether you choose to cross-country ski or snow-
plenty of the natural stuff to play in as well. The Slayton Cabin is open from 10:00am until 3:00pm daily in the winter months.
shoe out to the cabin, the distance stretches your time in
HOW MUCH: A daily pass for the entire trail network is $22
the woods and prolongs the sweet solitude your experience
for adults (19+), $14 for juniors (ages 12-18), and $5 for kids
while moving through snow-laden pine and birch trees. There
(6-11). Children five and under are free.
are three to four good hills that get the heart rate going and
APRES: The Trapp Family got into the beer business two
the journey will burn at least 800 calories, which is good be-
years ago brewing lager-styled beers that are perfect for
cause the cookies sold in the cabin are impossible to resist.
numbing any sore muscles or bruises you may have picked
After having a cookie (or two) and rehydrating by the bois-
up on the ski down from the cabin. The current brewery is
terous fire that burns constantly, be sure your hat is snug
located on the same road you drove in on. It’s on your right
because the return trip is….ah….speedy. It takes about an
as you drive out. In the summer of 2014, the resort will open
hour to ski out to Slayton, but considerably less to get back to
a brand-new brewery capable of producing 50,000 gallons of
the main lodge because now you get to ski down those three
beer a year and it will feature a 5,000-square foot restaurant
to four big hills. If you’re averse to speed, snowshoeing is
the best way to go and you’ll burn just as many, if not more,
DON’T FORGET: An extra base
layer. You will sweat on the trip
WHERE: Grab your day pass at the Nordic Center. From
out and while the cabin’s stone
downtown Stowe, head up the Mountain Road a.k.a. Route
fireplace is great for warming up,
108, until you get to Luce Hill Road (you’ll see it after you pass
you’ll want something fresh and
Piecasso restaurant on your left.) It’s only about five minutes
dry on your skin if it’s cold out.
after you make the left past Piecasso, but Google Maps will tell you that. If you enter the resort’s address of 700 Trapp
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sweet crazy “Breathe!” She didn’t mean to bark it, but he typically didn’t
The trail’s lower half was popular with tourists because it
respond to anything else. “Take it through your nose, Duke….
twisted along the eponymous body of water and offered
then out through the mouth.” She caught a snarl, just a small
gigbytes of photo opportunities. But the upper portion of the
one, curl across his lips as he hunched over. It was only for a
Bear Creek Trail was mostly exposed as it spiraled up the
blink, but it made her feel better. It meant oxygen was reach-
mountain’s northern face. There were intermittent groves
ing his brain. “Don’t tell me you waited this long to finally let
of trees and meadows, but this part of Aldrick’s resembled
me win one.”
a broken molar trying to gnaw the sky. You rarely found any
Duke put a finger to his right nostril and exhaled violently. A
tourists hiking it, let alone running on it.
bullet of snot flew from the left and smacked into the brown
Logan and her dad were moving at a jog when they hit a pla-
dust of the trail. “Despite knowing where you’ve been the
teau laden with scrub pine and aster. After a rain, especially
past few years, I’ll be polite: eat shit.”
like the previous evening’s, the purple flowered field was
Logan twisted the visor from her head and wiped away the
dizzying both for its colors and aroma. Logan noticed both
sweat with a tanned wrist. She grinned at her dad. Once a
were absent as she began to breathe deeply in preparation
Marine, always a Marine.
for what lay ahead.
“Come on. We’re almost there.”
At the end of the meadow knotted between two groves of
He gave her a sarcastic smirk as he straightened and caught his breath. “Really? Where are we again?”
poplars was the entrance to the final climb up to the falls. Locals called this stretch “Switchsicky” because the path began to switchback up the mountain at a vomitous pitch.
Where they were was the Bear Creek Trail, a five-mile noose
Most folks hiked it. Most folks took an hour to cover its half
of a path that choked its way up and around to the summit of
mile. Logan hit it at a dead sprint. Twenty minutes later she
one of Vermont’s highest peaks. It was the first trail she could
was dunking her head in the pool below the main waterfall.
ever remember hiking with her dad and the one she had used to follow in his footsteps. Logan pulled her visor back on, smacked her dad’s butt through his cut-off fatigues, and the two started out again. Al-
Duke shuffled up to the falls a half an hour behind his daughter. He lifted his watch to his face.
drik’s Peak was a bit of an anomaly in the Green Mountains.
“What was I? Two or three minutes behind you?”
Most of the routes that wound up and through Vermont’s
“Something like that,” she said while dangling her now shoe-
peaks were canopied under a lush roof of maple, beech, and
less feet in the water.
elm leaves. Aldrick’s didn’t offer such arboreal protection
Her dad moved to one of the lower pools while Logan stood
though, at least on the Bear Creek.
and climbed to a shelf of granite that overlooked town. New
Wales was of average size by Vermont standards. Only
head and took a sideways view of his daughter. He let the
about 3,000 people had the zip code as their home address.
unanswered question hang for just a minute then let out a
From Logan’s vantage point the town seemed particularly
small. Tucked against the spine of the Green Mountains to
“I still get that look too,” he said shifting his gaze from his
the west and the expanse of the Crazy Creek Valley to the
daughter and over to the opposing mountaintop.
east, New Wales had been settled by farmers following the Revolutionary War. Loggers moved in in the early 20th century cutting networks of roads and trails that ultimately
Logan’s hand moved back to her eyebrow. Her dad noticed a slight wince, but still she remained silent.
paved the way for Vermont’s biggest industry.
“Just so you know, it will never go away,” Duke offered.
In 1904 a Norwegian immigrant by the name of Aldrik
Another wince, and then, “What does it for you?”
Ansgar moved to New Wales chasing a job as a forester.
Her dad pulled the lower half of his shirt up to his face to
He had arrived just before one of the worst winters in New
wipe away some sweat. “Chairs,” he said flatly.
England history. As snow banks grew higher each day and
A sorrowful half smile curled her lips as she turned to her
unpaved roads remained impassable for weeks, Aldrik
became a hero for delivering food and other supplies to people who sometimes were stuck in their house for days.
“Empty ones?” she asked.
What had made Aldrik so nimble in the deep snow was the
“Turns out there’s a reason it’s a song,” her dad said let-
pair of skis he had brought with him from Norway. When
ting out a half laugh. He paused and took a deep breath,
the Valley Reporter newspaper published a photo of him
although he had already recovered from the run. “I don’t
skiing down Main Street with a rucksack of food strapped
know what your mom was thinking. She always loved
to his back, Vermont’s fate was sealed.
playing cards and I guess she thought buying a round
Logan shifted her gaze from the town’s church steeple over to Aldrik’s legacy. The trails of the Sweet Tree Ski Resort were still clinging to summer’s green, though hints of saffron and scarlet-burned leaves were already whispering about an early fall. From her perch she was just about even
table would make our place the Vegas of Virginia. You know, having the other base wives over for weekly poker games.” He pulled out a bandana from his pocket when his shirt failed to keep up with the sweat. He unfolded it and pressed it against his still-red face.
with the top of the resort’s gondola and could make out
“You were barely two when I first got back and we would
pods of tourists swarming in and out of the mid-mountain
sandwich you between us as we sat around that table. It
restaurant. Logan’s index finger bumped across the fresh
was great for staring at you and catching the Spaghetti Os
groove in her eyebrow as she pulled off her sunglasses.
you launched from your spoon. It was also the perfect set-
And she was gone.
up to see the four other empty chairs that rimmed it.”
“Not a bad view, huh?” Duke offered as he slid up on the
He turned his gaze upward towards nothing and started
cliff next to his daughter. Logan just stared silently over
to hum lightly. “There’s a grief that can’t be spoken.
the seemingly endless carpet of green. Duke cocked his
There’s a pain that goes on and on. Empty chairs at empty tables. Now my friends are dead and gone.” The humming
something and if I knew when he’d stop. She was starting
“That table and chairs didn’t last a month before I burned
to freak. And whatever shampoo she had used that morn-
them in the backyard. I just couldn’t take it. All I could see
ing smelled like cinnamon.”
was a family gathered around a dinner table with one fucking empty chair where their son, brother or husband should
Duke’s nose twitched involuntarily searching for the sent.
have been sitting.”
“We’re heading into a tough time of year then,” he offered,
A snake of clouds slid over the sun casting a long shadow
trying to ease his daughter back from the memory of her
down the valley. Logan turned to see her dad now pressing
two friends, two kids he had babysat more than twenty
the bandana to his eyes. “How lucky am I? I’ve got two.”
She motioned to the fresh crease that ran in a diagonal
“Yup,” she replied, her face getting some color back. “I
from just above her eyebrow and stopped shy of her right
walked into the Blue Toad yesterday and lasted about a
temple. “And cinnamon.”
minute before all but sprinting out.”
It was Duke’s turn to wince. “Tough to tune out that first
The Blue Toad was the type of tchotchke antique shop
one. The cinnamon though?”
that every small New England town seemed required to
have. From now to the end of the holidays the Toad would
“Will was in the hold of the C-130 when we were bringing Jenny back. She had been assigned to the Engineering
no doubt be burning scented candles and brewing mulled cider, all of which would smell of cinnamon.
detachment we were escorting when we were hit. Dumb
Of course there was another reason that particular shop
fucking luck.” Logan rose and focused on a pod of hikers
would be unsettling.
that were working their way down one of Sweet Tree’s trails. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “He spent a nine-hour flight on his knees, gripping the coffin. I couldn’t see his face because he had his back to us, but I could hear him choke on a sob every once in a while. And then his head would start to peck…like a chicken’s. Peck, peck, peck, peck………, and then a sob. I couldn’t figure out the rhythm until I started paying attention. He was counting the stars on the flag that covered her casket.” Logan put her sunglasses back on as the sun reemerged. “There was some journalist in the hold with us; a CNN reporter. She was crammed into the seat next to me and kept asking why he was doing that. Whispering if it meant
to be continued...
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