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Saturday, June 29, 2013

Back in Iowa


It was a good trip to Little Rock. Two rides on paved trails and one in the dirt. Thanks to my friends to putting me up and putting up with me. I got home just in time to enjoy the day today (actually got home Thursday evening).
Little windy this afternoon, but with the warm weather, couple not pass up the chance of a good ride. The trail from Wabash Trailhead to the Trail Center was in pretty good shape. A couple short sections with some snow still on the trail. There is the section under Hyw 92 - that was a mess with mud. Finally, wish they would do something at the access to the crosswalk switch S 24th at Penny's.
Hope I can get in a ride tomorrow before the cold front comes through.

Monday, June 24, 2013

Corby - Little Oakley - Geddington Chase - Stanion - Corby

Led by Barry. With Maureen, Gordon and Eddie. Weather fine, though rain threatened. Very strong wind. Lots of lovely mud. A whisker over 10 miles.



Rumours of rain on the way. Someone mentions snow. I hope we've already had the morning's promised shower. We set off from Barry's house, through the new streets of the Snatchill area, turning right from Windermere Drive across a mud-bath field to a fine graffiti decorated footbridge over the railway. Waterproofs on for a while, but it's hardly worth the effort. We turn slightly right, skirting South Wood.



We follow the edges of fields and join the minor road to Little Oakley. A turn to the left takes us towards the village, and we turn off left again just before the first houses.



We must be walking further than planned in the next section. When I look at my Garmin map, I see we had to walk two sides of a triangle, or three sides of a square, simply to avoid the worst of the muddy ploughed fields. No matter, we make it to and across the A43, and walk alongside the woods towards Geddington Chase.



The sky glowers at us, dark grey. "Quick, let's take a break before we're soaked!" No arguments about that. Maureen's scones go down a treat. Next time we look up the sky is blue again.








Ready to roll?




I think that's the right way

On we go up past the house in Geddington Chase - there seems to be just one dog in the kennel today, and it looks friendly - for a guard dog.



We head north then north east following the path over fields and bogland to Stanion.





We turn left and take the road through the edge of the village to the A43. Luckily this road has a wide grass verge, and we walk to the roundabout, and turn towards the Euro-hub. There's about a mile and a half of road, fringed by litter-infested hedge bottoms, before we turn off by the Wincanton distribution depot.








The Roman road

There's a section of Roman road marked on the map. We pay our respects, then turn right and slide and squelch our way along the path by the railway.






It's hard work, but we soon arrive back at the graffiti-covered bridge, and retrace our steps, fighting against the wind, to our starting point.










of the route

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Long Rides are Like a Nice Stretch

Yesterday I finally had the chance to get out for an extended period of time on my road bike. I didn't leave the house until 11 am and had no where to be afterwards and no where to go in between.
Such luxury! Like a nice looong comfy stretch. I rode a nice happy 50 mile loopty out to Danville Peets. Hung out at Peets with all the other cyclists for a while and back I went.
So now I guess I've started my base training. Which means I guess I need to decide what to do between now and next cross season. Which mtb races to do and maybe actually train? Train? Should I train?
I've been thinking about this a lot lately. New Years resolutions and such. But I'm not good at training.

I've tried to train with a heart rate monitor. I've tried to train with a power tap. I've tried to follow a training schedule. I hired a coach once for a road racing season. It all made me so cranky. I felt like my life was so heavily schedulized already; between working and having kids who play soccer and ballet and band and drama and homework and making dinners and oh yeah, morgan's training schedule.
I got irritable trying to stay on it; writing all my numbers down, days riding, time spent, miles logged, power produced, heart rate acheived, feelings felt.
So I train like I balance our checkbook. I know in general what's in there. What we've deposited so far, what I can take out, what bills to pay. Sometimes we have a little excess, sometimes we're a little short but I have a good feeling for where we are. But we could do a lot better if I kept better track, if I were more attentive, if I really worked hard at it. Just like if I trained.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

In the Spotlight: Before the Coasties ...

21 April

... there were the Surfmen of the US Life-Saving Service.  We learned about these valiant men and the amazing rescues they were involved in during our afternoon visit to the Chicamacomico Life-Saving Station Historic Site and Museum.

Located in Rodanthe, just over a mile from Camp Hatteras, the site was close enough to walk to, but with the potential for rain in the air, we decided to drive.  After all, who wants to be loaded down with camera equipment and be caught in a deluge?  Not us!

As it turns out, the weather held off, except for a light drizzle.  By timing our visits to the buildings carefully, we managed to scamper from one to the other without getting wet.

We were greeted warmly by the docents at the front desk of the station-turned-museum.  When Mui showed them his USAF ID, they generously gave us the group rate of $5/person ($1/person discount).  The program of the day is included in the admission price, but since they are conducted during the summer months, we made do with a video documenting the history of Chicamacomico and then moved on to a self-guided tour.

illustration of the chicamacomico historic site and museum grounds

(A) 1874 Station

(B) Wreck Pole

(C) 1892 Cook House

(D) 1907 Midgett House

(E) 1911 Cook House

(F) 1911 Station

(G) Stable

(H) Tractor Shed

(I) Small Boathouse

[scanned from the museum brochure]

The US Life-Saving Service (USLSS) was founded in 1871 and was managed by the US Treasury Department.  Local men were hired and trained for one primary task: to rescue those in peril from the sea.  Their mission is underscored by the surfman’s motto as stated by a station keeper:

The book says ya gotta go out; it don’t say nothin’ ‘bout coming back!

In 1915, the USLSS merged with the US Revenue Cutter Service to form today's US Coast Guard.

Historic photographs from around the museum.

Left (top to bottom):

the breeches buoy was used as late as
the 1954 omar babun rescue.

the 1874 station with the keeper on the
far left; these stations also served as community centers and it was not uncommon to find locals visiting.

the wreck of the captain john duke.

right (top to Bottom):

the surfboat landing with shipwreck survivors; note the cork life jackets worn by the men.

Cape Hatteras was dangerous for sailing ships, yet ships sailed near to get around the cape and to use the lighthouse as a landmark for the quickest route north or south.

Built in 1874, Chicamacomico was the first USLSS station in North Carolina.  It remained in service until it was decommissioned in 1954.  The name comes from the Algonquian family of languages and means, quite appropriately, “land of disappearing sands.”  (Best pronunciation guide I can find … Chic-a-ma-COM-i-co.)

The Chicamacomico Life-Saving Station Historic Site and Museum as seen from the beach.
Left to Right: The 1911 Station; the 1874 Station; the 1892 Cook House and water tank;
the 1907 Midgett House.
[taken the next morning; hence the clear, blue sky.]

We started our tour in the 1911 Station, which replaced the smaller 1874 station.  The building, which contains the majority of the exhibits, is still on its original foundation.  Although the station was designed for no more than 10 men, over 40 were stationed here during WWII.  Having been inside, cramped would be an understatement in describing the conditions at that time.

The 1911 Station with the Cook House to the right.  the bell is not original to the site;
it was removed and brought here from the Chesapeake Bay.

Before moving on from this building, we climbed the ship’s ladder from the second floor up to the tower.  A second story was added inside the tower to ensure that both the Atlantic Ocean and Pamlico Sound could be monitored.  A surfman was on watch 24/7, rotating in 4-hour shifts.  Nothing but binoculars, a chart book, and a podium-type desk was allowed in the tower.  In other words, nothing to distract the men from charting the safe passage of vessels traveling up and down the coast, and remaining alert to ships that might be in distress.

The steep ladder leads into the tower from which we can see the 1874 Station,
the 1892 Cook House, and beach homes overlooking the Atlantic Ocean.

Our second stop was at the 1907 Midgett House, which was brought to the site in 2005.  It was originally owned by the brother of Keeper John Allen Midgett Jr., one of several keepers that shared the surname.

Furnished with items appropriate to the period, the 1907 Midgett House is intended to
interpret daily life on Hatteras Island in the early 1900s.

A peek into life in the early 1900s.

Next we walked through the 1874 Station, which was converted to a boathouse in 1919.  The building has been moved five times; its original location is now under water.  Inside we found some fascinating rescue equipment, as well as Surfboat No. 1046, which was used in 1918 to rescue 42 people from the Mirlo, a British tanker that was torpedoed off shore.  (Rescue account here.)

The Gothic style 1874 Station and the wreck pole in the distance.

On the side facing the Atlantic Ocean, the 1874 station looks more like a boathouse.
In the open doorway, you can see a glimpse of Surfboat No. 1406.  Immediately to the
right is the 1892 cook house and water tank, and next to that is the 1907 Midgett house.

Left: Life Cars were used to rescue people from a wreck.
Right (Bottom): surfboat No. 1406 was used to rescue survivors from the mirlo.

(For those interested in how the life car worked [from signage at the museum]: it was hung unto the hawser [thick, heavy line] and sent to the wrecked ship.  Crew and passengers would climb into the hold, seal the hatch, and be hauled to shore by the surfmen.  Even after the breeches buoy was adopted, stations retained their life cars in the event a ship had an injured crewman or small children aboard.  Up to seven adults could fit into the life car.)

Have you heard of the breeches buoy rescue?  We had not until we visited Chicamacomico.  We were fascinated by what was described in the signage as a British-style rescue method.  The way I understand it, a Lyle gun was used to send a hawser from the shore to the wreck.  A wreck victim would then jump into the ‘breeches’, and suspended in the air, he would be pulled ashore by a pulley-block system.  Once ashore, the victim would ‘jump out of his breeches’, and the buoy would be sent back out to the ship to rescue another person.

Breeches Buoy Rescue Equipment with a photo of a mock-up showing how the rescue worked.

From the 1874 station we strolled over to the wreck pole at the far edge of the property.  The pole, which simulates the mast of a ship, was used by the station crew to hone their breeches buoy rescue skills.  They were allotted five minutes to have all their equipment in place and “rescue” a practice victim, usually a fellow surfman.  Sure, the beach cart was on wheels, but can you imagine how difficult it must have been to roll it through the sand to get it positioned before they could shoot the gun?

Collage of images showing the wreck pole and illustrations of how the breeches  buoy
setup was used in shipwreck rescues.  During the summer months, the US Coast Guard conducts
breeches buoy rescue drills at the station.  The photo in the bottom right
shows the drill team from Oregon Inlet.

It was due to the intense training the surfmen did at poles like this one that the USLSS
was able to come to the aid of 177,286 of 178,741 endangered souls.

We stand in awe of the men (and women) who put their lives at risk to save others from the perils of the sea — then and now.

If you’d like to see the full-size versions of the photos used in the collages, visit our online gallery.

Friday, June 14, 2013

Things I did ths week

1. Tasted Honeysuckle nectar.
I know that I am on the board of the South Carolina Exotic Plant Pest Council but I can't help loving this plant when it flowers! That scent signals the onset of summer for me. Bare feet, windows down, lightning bugs, screen doors. This is my time of year.2. Found 10 Killdeer Eggs.
Three nests and three shrieking momma birds. These birds love the gravel roadways of nurseries and they lay their eggs directly on the ground. You know that you are near a Killdeer nest because the mother will try to distract you by running from the nest dragging her wing. They are good actresses, playing the role of an injured bird.
3. Scouted a few nurseries.
This is best time of year to do what I do. Plants are flowering, trucks are being loaded and shipped to the garden centers and the weather is perfect. This wasn't one of the nurseries I scouted this week, but I love the way the different types of plants created a floral quilt across the hillside in this picture.
So, wow, I'm not that exciting!
But I'll take it.

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Summer reading




The bliss of summer reading. A comfortable chair under the apple tree, white clouds sailing in a blue sky, and new worlds to get lost in. And wonderfully, all these diverse titles are from the city library.

First in the pile, and last to be read, 'I May Be Some Time', by Francis Spufford. I love the same author's 'The Child That Books Built', and have been wanting to read more of his writing. With a subtitle of 'Ice and the English Imagination', it's obviously towards the literary end of the spectrum, and so I've saved it for when I have time to appreciate its abstract concepts.





Next, an attempt to understand something of bio-dynamic growing principles. I'm not much the wiser after reading this book. I am pretty much already on the organic wavelength, but I struggled with the more mystical aspects such as burying powdered quartz in a cow horn over the winter to make a 'preparation' for use as a plant spray. Although I might try sowing and harvesting according to the phases of the moon (if I make a huge effort to get organised), I don't see myself stirring bio-dynamic preparations in a bucket of water for an hour, while creating vortices in opposite directions.





More Francis Spufford! This time an account of the Soviet planned economy cast as fictionalised documentary. Absolutely fascinating.





And from one Communist state to another, this account of life inside North Korea. Extremes of famine, disastrous central economic planning (again), and the god-like worship of the leader.





And finally, a book I borrow from time to time so that I can savour Monty Don's account of the passing seasons in his garden.





It always amazes me in home and lifestyle magazines that so many homes are featured which have no bookcases. Not a single book. No books in the bedrooms, dining room, living room, bathroom, hall...Thinking of a blogging friend at Writing from Scotland who is moving house very soon - I hope you get your books moved safely, Christine.

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Zephyr squash


Our first Zephyr squash. Should be ready to eat tonight!
I may have mentioned before that it's an experimentation year for squash. I planted eight different varieties, plus had one come up volunteer in the compost pile.
That volunteer squash turned out to be an acorn squash, sort of. It's either a not-true-from-seed hybrid or it's from the seed of a cross-pollinated one, because it was white-fleshed and not tasty at all. It was a pseudo-vegetable.
I have high hopes for my Zephyrs though. I'll let you know how it goes!
(As you can probably see in the picture, the grass in the garden really took off with the recent rain.)