Monday, November 12, 2012

Old plane revived

I recently had a conversation with my son, Ben.

Me: I decided to finally try to get that plane flying.
Ben: You mean the one that's been moved 4 times and stored in the basement for 20 years?
Me: Um, yeah....that one.

I got interested in the hobby in the mid 80's. I bought a trainer kit, balsa and plywood die cuts that required a lot of fitting, sanding, gluing and patience. Build in progress, we moved to New Jersey a the time and the I finished the build there. But I never flew the plane or even ran the engine. For a while, it hung from son Tyler's ceiling. Most of the time it was in the basement collecting dust and getting knocked around a little.

This past summer I was considering selling it. Irma said "As much as we've moved that thing, you better fly it." So that was the start of a forgotten plane revived. The right wing covering got ripped so I took it off and will replace it.

Today I got the engine running. Without a manual I turned to youtube for help.
This afternoon I clamped it to a sawhorse and got it going.

 

Hopefully I won't crash it on the first flight!

Friday, November 9, 2012

Being a modest cyclist

I let my subscription to Mountain Bike Action expire.
The reality is that I couldn't relate. Despite the parade of riders in $200 spandex outfits, the issue they sent me featured reviews of 3 really nice mountain bikes...all of them priced at over $5000 dollars. 
Really?
I might as well have been reading Yachting magazine.

Living in a flat rural area, road biking is both popular and fun. I'm usually sharing the road with other bikers.
I have to admit, my level of gear envy sometimes increases when I pass "well dressed" biking types.

This is my typical winter biking apparel:

Decked out with 1980's sweat pants, worn running shoes, face mask and over-sized foam helmet. 
I think the sunglasses add a few cool points. Or at least make me harder to recognize.

The other day I was passed by this guy:

This shows the extremes of how people approach the sport.
Personally I would rather strap a plastic bag of packing peanuts to my head than be seen in one of these aero-helmets.

When I'm passed buy a group a sleek drafting racers, I'm this guy:

But despite the disparity of gear, he's having fun just like me.

In England the cyclists dress like this:

I'm actually envious of this chap. Nothing complements tweed like a pipe and goggles.

But the more I bike, the less I desire additional gear.

What really matters is having fun and staying safe.
If I need additional gear to achieve that, I'll buy it.
Until then, get used to the Coleman Cooler helmet, folks!



Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Mind games

Working from home with dogs can be challenging. The paranoid shepherd jumps up and runs squealing to the door every time I move at least 5 feet from my chair. The compulsive golden licks his paw and gives me a woeful gaze and a heavy whistling sigh. He lays in his bed, head to the side, facing away, eyes turned to meet me with a dejected emptiness. He lets out another sad moan. His message is clear....

"you're home all day and you don't pat me or play with me. You hate me. Please master, just let me outside so I can go eat some dirt. I'll be happy if you'll only let me eat some dirt."

 On the scientific scale of canine intelligence, shepherds are supposed to be #3 and golden retrievers #4. Clearly I was facing a full frontal guilt assault by one of the smartest creatures next to us humans.
What makes dogs our best friend is the fact that they are able to read our emotions so well. And Patton knows me, he knows how I feel guilty and he knows how to play my emotions.

So how did I respond to this mental challenge?

I went running!

 It was a beautiful afternoon and I don't get to run during the week anymore since the days got shorter.
A while back I started the Couch to 5K running plan. After completing the first 3 weeks I went off on my own tangent. Results have been mixed, I was keeping up with about 1.5 miles 2 times a week, but not making any progress. Today I re-inserted myself into week 5 of the program. I also followed some advice I recently read on how to deal with knee pain. I leaned slightly forward and shortened my stride. I didn't look as cool, but it was a great run without pain. My goal is to achieve and maintain a 5K run twice a week. If I can accomplish that with 56 year old knees, I'll be thrilled.

When I got home, I chuckered the dogs.
They were happy!

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Sometimes it just takes a ride

After much preparation, we did make it through hurricane Sandy without any damage. I enjoy a day off from work as much as the next person, but when the government closed Monday and Tuesday I had to use my vacation days to cover it. Thanks, Sandy, not only did you devastate New York and Jersey, but you used up some of my vacation!

Saturday I spent the day removing the skylight covers from the roof and cleaning up leaves from the yard. It was a good cross training work out.

Of course there are still a lot of leaves to come down and with the addition of 8 inches of rain to green the trees up, the old oaks may be holding onto what they have until Christmas.

Today I was feeling at odds with the world, one of those moods between contempt and self pity that rears it's ugly head occasionally. I knew I needed to clear my head. And what better way to do it than a good bike ride. I've been more focused on running for the past few months, but my knees were still bothering me from the work yesterday. And a bike ride would be longer than a run. I needed longer. I geared up and took off.

The air was cool and brisk, but felt good as I cut through it with a strong effort.
The now harvested fields glowed in the late afternoon sun.

A soybean field up close displays the many small brown pods for harvest.
From a distance it puts on a warm earth tone, a color my wife wants to paint a wall.

The afternoon turned out to be just what I needed.
Maybe I'll even forget the political adds until after Tuesday!

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Pray for the Best, Plan for the Worst

The news media are declaring Hurricane sandy to be a storm of historic and epic proportions. A disaster unlike any we have ever seen in our lifetime. I scoff at such predictions and suspect that the excessive hype is secretly promoted and paid for by the milk, bread, toilet paper and flashlight industries.

But ignoring a real possibility is foolish, so I'm planning for the worst and praying for the best.
Confidence is preparation. Everything else is beyond your control. -Richard Kline
I think this is the 4th or 5th Hurricane since we moved to Maryland's eastern shore in 1997.
Since then I bought a really big chain saw and have cut up no less than 12 trees. About half of those were downed by the various storms over the years. The others just died and had to be felled. Don't get me wrong, I love trees and hate to see them go. But there are still 3 within smashing distance of our house. These are always a source of worry. Although healthy, you never know what 10 inches of rain and 60-70 mph winds might do.

Aren't the fall colors beautiful? See that big tree next to the driveway?

I spent most of the day yesterday preparing for what I do have control over. Filled the cars with gas. Serviced the generator (yes we did buy it for Y2K, didn't need it for that but have used it many times since for power outages). Stocked up on food.

I even made skylight covers.

Not that they would stop a tree, but possibly prevent a broken skylight from falling branches.

Hauled these 2 things plus 8 - 40 lb bags of sand up a ladder.

Of course what does a dog care about all this?
Reilly just wants me to throw the chucker.

And I suppose ignorance really is bliss. Don't they look blissful?

So we are ready. I'll let you all know how we fare on the other end.
Before it gets really bad we do have an evacuation plan. Some friends invited us to their house, even the dogs. Not sure how their cat will like that.

Stay safe out there!

Monday, September 24, 2012

Can we all keep this up?

For those of you that still check my blog (are there any of you left?) I know I have been absent for a long time. Fact is, I lost my motivation to write. I'm not sure yet if it's returning, but I'm hoping to spark the flames of inspiration somehow. I keep track of other blogs, and I've noticed other writers suffering the same malady. One popular blogger even posted recently that he was done. So I have to ask the blogging world, can we really commit to this?

For myself, I'm going to try. By the nature of blogging, one must view it as a personal journal, open to public viewing. Otherwise you're just talking to yourself.

My Dad used to tell a story of a visit by my German Aunt. When she saw what we were having for dinner, he heard her mutter "Aufgewärmt Überprüfung der Woche". Which, if Google Translate did this right, means "warmed over review of the week". Implying that my Mom was serving her leftovers, which I know she never would have done for a guest. But that was my aunt, we still tell funny "Anni stories". If Aunt Anni read today's post, I'm sure she'd mutter "Aufgewärmt Überprüfung des Monats". And so it is.

August was a busy month. A quick trip to North Carolina to help Ben and Emily move, which I don't have pictures of. And 6 days in Chicago and Wisconsin visiting Jared and Lisa.

From Chicago we took a side trip to Lake Geneva, Wisconsin. Lisa is a great trip planner and did all the work lining up the jaunt north to the land of Cheese and Lakes.

A boat trip around the Lake

One of the many "summer cottages" that lined the lake shore
The Wrigley Family owns about 5 miles of lake front.

Another summer home.
This owner decided to build a party boat house designed after an old steam ship.

Midwest sunsets are beautiful! Taken from Jared and Lisa's apartment.

Back in Chicago Lisa lined us up for a architecture boat tour up the Chicago River.
I should say down the river because the river flow was reversed in  1900.

Chicago skyline from the Hancock Building.
Playing around with B&W

Sunny and beautiful. A great time!

The end of an August vacation has always felt like the beginning of a new year for me. I guess it's still a hold over from my school years when everything started in September. I usually feel relaxed and refreshed and return to what I know as normal life. Then I tend to re-evaluate my priorities and try to re-organize my life.

I'm happy to report that the running is still going well. I'm up to 1.7 miles with no walking breaks. Probably not the progress that will prepare me for the Baltimore 5K in late October, but I feel good about it. I have to rest the knees for 2 days before I can run again, but hey, that's 56 years old. When I injured by knee 15 years ago, I thought I'd never run again. So actually I'm really pleased with my progress.


What would a "review" be without an update on Patton and Reilly?
The Bay is still a favorite destination.

Instead of throwing a stick, I am using the "Chuck-It"
I can heave a tennis ball a good 100 ft and Reilly swims out to retrieve it and begs for more.

Cliff City is one of the quiet "secret" destinations that we really appreciate living here.

Just as Patton appreciates a visit from Tyler and a chance to cuddle.

Modest Adventures almost sailed slowly into the setting sun.
But it's trying to return to blog another day.



Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Backpacking the Shenandoah

If you have a blog with a title that contains the word "Adventure", every now and then you feel compelled to actually go on an adventure. Even if you tried to qualify the title with the word "Modest", the implication is still that you want adventure. And so I do! Fortunately I have 3 adventurous sons that are more than willing to indulge Dad. So when I suggested to Jared that I come down to Virginia for a long weekend and we take a backpacking trip, he happily agreed. Being more familiar with the area, I let him pick the trail. The criteria for our selection was a reasonable distance, a good camping site, good views, and a parking lot where our car wouldn't get broken into or vandalized.

He selected Ramsey's Draft Loop in the George Washington National Forrest. 9.5 miles the first day to the camping site and then 5.5 miles the second day of easier descending trial back to the parking lot.

We didn't want to get to the camp site too early so we locked the car and left the lot at 2:45 PM. Jared had the way points and mileage loaded into his iPhone. We each were packing about 30 - 35 lbs.

Ramsey's Draft Loop is a series of shorter trails combined into a total of 15 miles. 150 yards from the parking lot the loop began with a right turn and about 2 miles of sometimes steep ascent to the ridge line.

 Both of us with a Gatorade in hand, Jared took the lead up the first switchback.

At times we broke out of the trees and waded through thick knee high forest weeds.
We soon discovered that one of the native weeds was stinging nettle, the leaves didn't seem to bother us but contact with the stem was like the sting of a jelly fish that turned into an itch. After hiking through a bad patch and getting nailed by the nasty plant, we would douse our legs with bug spray. The sting of the alcohol in the bug spray brought some relief.  Fortunately the sting and redness went away after about an hour. I would consider wearing long pants but I'm not sure whether the sweating or the stinging would have been worse.

Getting steeper and thicker.

Finally some relief from the nettles. We broke into the higher elevations. The side of the mountain got steeper and the trail harder to find. The trail was marked with yellow diamonds nailed to the trees every 200 yards or so. More than once we wondered if we had lost the trail and were relieved to find a yellow diamond.

Nearing to top of the ridge we were rewarded with some great views that the camera cannot do justice to.
The rolling green mountains of the Shenandoah against the deep blue skies did not disappoint.

 Most mountains of the Appalachians are wooded at the top, even though they may reach over 3000 feet of elevation. We came across a few tree clearings that gave us a great view.

Another clearing...yes...it's not a postcard.

The top of the ridge was a series of ups and downs over various knobs.
It was a nice day but the effort was more than enough to make us sweat considerably.
I thought of this as somewhat of a shakedown trip, an education in fine tuning our gear. We did not pack a water filtration system, something I already have on my shopping list. Instead our hydration plan consisted of 5 bottles of Dasani and 6 Gatorades. Hey, we did hydrate with a 24 oz water each before leaving the car, what could be wrong with that plan?

I know, gross right? I stopped for bug spray and I was definitely leaking fluids through my skin.
Even if we did have a filtration system, there were no water sources until we hit camp at the 9.5 mile mark.
We calculated how much water we needed for dinner and allowed each of us a Gatorade for the trip out in the morning. What was left we allowed ourselves to drink. If you have never been forced to ration fluids before, it does make you think about what you take for granted.
Jared was the navigator and so far his estimates were right on. When he said that we'd hit a certain land mark in 45 minutes, we did. He calculated that if we kept up our pace we would hit camp about 8:00. Still in time to collect firewood and pitch the tent before it got dark. So my excessive picture taking became somewhat annoying to him. "Slowing us down, Dad!"

"Really? Another?"

I was still able to sneak in a good vista shot!

We battled through some thick brush and descended the final leg of the first days mileage to reach camp right on time, 8:00 PM. There were 2 other camping groups already there, they came up the shorter 5.5 mile side. One group, a man and woman, asked us about the 9.5 mile leg, and then decided to return the way they came.

Modern backpacking tents are great, we had it up in 5 minutes are were looking for firewood.

As bad as our hydration plan was, our food plan was awesome. Jared had a frozen rib steak which had been thawing out all afternoon. Combine that with Kraft macaroni and cheese.....nuf said! After dinner we suspended the dirty pots by a rope from a tree. There are bears in these parts.

We hung out by the fire until 10:30 and then hit the sack.
Unfortunately for as tired as I was, sleeping on the ground isn't as easy as I remember it to be. Come to think of it, it has been 15 years since I last did that. I had a light foam pad but it still felt like I as laying on a stack of plywood. The experience of interrupted sleep makes you think that you haven't slept at all but in reality you just woke up every hour trying to get comfortable. They make good backpacking air mattresses now, another item added to the shopping list.

At one point in the night, we both heard slow deliberate foot steps through the woods, getting closer to the tent. It sounded almost like a person walking. It wasn't noisy enough to be a bear. I thought maybe a raccoon, and I didn't want a raccoon coming under the tent fly to root through our packs. Deciding to confront the intruder I pulled on my pants and shoes (the last thing I wanted was to be chased through the woods by a marauding animal in my underwear), unzipped the tent and went outside with my spot light. It was a deer! A big doe, staring back at me. It didn't run. I yelled at it. "Hey, get out of here, we're trying to sleep". It just stared at me and kept taking its slow deliberate steps through the woods. I went back to bed.

Morning broke with first light coming through the tent wall. I opened my eyes, groaned and rolled over.
It seemed like a few minutes later that I looked at my watch, but it was 7:00 AM.
The morning sun was already high enough to filter through the trees overhead.
We packed up, ate a granola bar and hit the trail. We figured we could make the remaining 5.5 miles in less than 3 hours.

The trail ahead of us was a slow descent. We came across more patches of stinging nettle.

And some sections that were like a walk in the park.

It was a great trip. We accomplished what we set out to do, kept our times and made our destinations according to plan. I learned a lot for future backpacking trips. And, most of all, had a great time.
After reaching the car, there was one thing left to do. Find a diner and eat a healthy breakfast.
Eggs and scrapple is sounding pretty good!

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

More random discourse and 3½ weeks of running

Actually I consider this week 3½ of the Couch to 5K training. It's really more like week 5 or 6, I lost count. But I'm still running every 3 or 4 days and my knees are holding up well. I'm calling it week 3½ because I took the week 3 plan and accidentally expanded it. It turned out well so I intentionally did it again. At the risk of boring you: walk 5 min, run 90 sec, walk 90 sec, run 3 min, walk 3 min, rinse and repeat. Except the second hand on my watch is so small that I can't hold it still enough while running to see it. I ended up running 4 minutes instead of 3. Knees are ok, AND the good news is that I think I've finally reached a level of leg muscle fitness where my weakest link is now my breathing. So I can finally start getting the cardio/respiratory element in better shape.

I discovered a miracle recovery aid....came across it and tried it. Compression. It's the bomb. The idea is to put something tight on your legs post workout. It reduces swelling and forces the blood internally where it does more good healing muscles and providing recovery fluids to joints. Athletes have been using this for a while but it's now becoming more popular. If you're worried about looking silly, well, you will look silly. Wear some long pants over it.

Now on to random discourse:

The turkey population is booming on the eastern shore. I remember hunting wild turkeys in college in central PA. I spent hours and hours in the woods and never got a shot off. Although I did hear them and actually saw a few at a distance. I concluded that turkey hunting was the biggest waste of time and vowed not to spend another precious minute on the vain pursuit. Yesterday morning (wish I'd gotten a picture) I was driving down our lane heading to work and there were 3 adult turkeys and about a dozen chicks milling around the blacktop. They didn't want to move. It's strange irony that it's evolved into me honking the horn and yelling "get out of the way!".

Remember this from back in October?

It appears to be almost finished. At least the lawyers are using some of the money they make on class action lawsuits to keep the construction workers employed.

There is a debate under way in Congress about whether political contributors of very large sums of money should have their identity disclosed. Those against it argue that disclosure infinges on their right to free speach because identifying them can lead to outing and harrasment. Those for disclosure argue that the public wants to know what the motivation is behind large contributions. Will a special interest expect favors down the road? How do you come down on this issue?

I do know this:

This guy drives his truck around DC all the time. He is exercising his right to free speach.
Label him crazy, but in how many other countries would this be allowed?


Monday, June 11, 2012

Eastern Shore Fine Weekend!

With a beautiful weather weekend and a visit from Jared, Ben and Emily, a glutenous indulgence of typical Eastern Shore activities was in order.

We started Saturday out with several dozen crabs eaten bayside.

Good picture stolen from my DIL. No shame.

L-R: Ben with wife Emily, Jared.

Saturday night we chilled on the back porch and got to hear all the stories that no one wants to take the time to relate over the phone. Patton and Reilly complimented the party with frequent bouts of alarmed barking and what seemed to be nothing.

Ben finally had enough of the hysteria and demanded some face time with Patton.
Patton doesn't look that upset about it.

Sunday we decided that the dogs needed to be tired out, and what better place to do it than Cliff City.
Oddly named because there aren't any cliffs and 6 summer homes doesn't make a city. But a great destination all the same.

Cliff City Beach. This ain't your momma's Jersey Shore!

"Oh-boy Oh-boy! Throw the stick..THROW THE STICK!"

"YEAH!"

Patton supervises the return swim.

Throw a small tree?

No problem!

Not bad for a group photo.
Camera on timer, sit..stay..stay..almost had it.

Tired pups...mission accomplished!

Greetings from Reilly and Patton, on the Eastern Shore of Maryland!