Tuesday, September 11, 2012
On the Lookout....
Im not sure why I feel like I need one of these but considering some are fully functioning 60+ year old instruments that work better than many of the current piles of crap Ive used lately, I want one. Actually I think I have way too much free time....
A tiny Kern DKM1 mountain theodolite.... in mils
A significantly larger DKM3 I found for $6500....I wish
And what I really want is a Wild T2....this one ranging in at $1200
Fucking Difficult....
All I can really say is that things lately have been really tough. For everybody. I keep hearing something about the alignment of the celestial but what really matters is the things happening down here on earth. I dont know if Ive ever seen this much crop failure, financial failure, mechanical failure, marriage failure, job failure, health failure, and political failure all in the same place and time. Sometimes I dont know if I can deal with it. Then I receive messages from my mom in India, touring the poverty and mud and filth, and meeting some of the happiest people and kids, sitting amongst the chickens and the fragrance of bog, doing it in stride. Now Im starting to feel a little weak of character.
As Im writing this long overdue update and cruising though the images Ive taken I start to notice all the cool shit from this summer, so much the opposite of now, kind of forgotten which is quite shameful of me. Allow me to give a brief not so brief recollection of the recent past.
Work this summer was pretty f'n hilarious. I think all Garrett and I did was laugh. Trust me in say that work was not affected in any sort of negative way. The box above was something i saw in the break room getting coffee. I internally died of laughter, bc honestly, if anyone saw me I might be checked into a hospital. Speaking of coffee, that room really got the best of me this year. Ive never given so much random shit to random people then got my turn to fill the cup and the coffee was gone. So I make some, come back to pour some into my cup, and its gone again. wtf? This happened a lot. I think I might drink too much coffee, well thats what Carol says....
ok, now this day was quite amazing. Im cruising the lakeside mapping water features and meeting some really awesome poeple cooking some really great smelling food all on foot. I find myself on this trail coming back from the lake and see somehting moving. I stop. I cant figure it out. It starts to look like a stuffed animal is crawling accross the top of the fence. Its still moving. Ive heard of the reanimation shit in movies and now Im just speachless, but like most things on earth theres a resonable answer. Through furthur examination I find this animated stuffed bear is currently being stolen by a squirrel, which when it sees me seems quite embarressed and runs away. I laughed all day.
Last year an much of this year was spent mapping the sewer system. Water, sewer and storm water systems are completely different and take some time to figure out, especially when all the manholes are mislabeled. Garrett took the family to SC and came back with pictured of water meters. Neurotic? Sure. I took pictures of manholes in Iowa. Nuff said.
Most of the midsummer was completely overblown with amazing colors from the wildflowers. Usually right where some asshat is gonna build a giant multi million dollar home that will be occupied for 2 weeks a year. I dont understand why that upsets me, I mean, I live in a resort town....
Then while digging for hydrant valves I came accross this semi earthen home. So awesome. I guess the oldtimer that built it says he only goes through a single cord of wood or less each winter. I was walking up the window to check it out and you can barely see in the pic that theres a ziplock bag full of water and pennies tacked above the front door....wtf is that? I reckon its a tradition thats too old for interwebs....
Then theres this awesome piece of shit. Transit bus turned camper turned abandoned. The destination name "McJunkin". This reminds me of all the abandoned homes in town. I think I should just go move into one. Although the one with the dead guy story is impressively putting-off.
Of the much better local finds is this Willys Military truck converted to forest wood hauler. Nice.
On the topic of wandering in the woods.... As springtime rolled around I kept seeing more and more wildlife poking about. One day it was stepping on a snake. I almost pooped my pants. This day it was being monitired by a parent fox as the little ones rolled around on each other outside their stumpy den. Couple weeks later I was taking a long boundary shot and out of nowhere something was approaching me really fast out of my periphery. I turn and see this fox hauling balls directly for me. I mustve looked like a giant source of food bc he veer his course til screamed like a little girl and jumped in the air. Then he did about 12 circles around me running. Then he ran away and layed down. I dont know?
Just remember that with all this personal wealth and land acquisition comes boundaries and signs. god-forbid anyone wander on your useless unused vacant barren overpriced land....
The year was full of random adventures, like this one, where Garrett is excited about his new knitted thong purchase on amazon as a bug gets me in the eye....
The local crew stouting some browns.... with the new to me 15' Sotar Cat. Luckily this was quite the year for rafting. Jenny and I were able to start the year with an excellent Grand Canyon expedtion with team NM. Shortly after that we ran the Middle Fork of the Salmon for the first time mixed with a pile of local runs on the Cabarton and the town stretch of the Salmon. Then layered on a beautiful 4th run on the Main Salmon with team MT. Then had to cancel the Gates of Lodore trip due to unexpected circumstances as you'll see below....
This is what it looks like when I randomly show up at friends house is search of beverage. I have interesting friends to say the least.On that note: Joe and I just successfully built our first wood fired cattle trough hot tub!
My first pickle disaster. Looked so good but then I over fermented them. The book I was consulting said its near impossible to successfully ferment on the first try. Tasty and too squishy. And not so tasty I guess....
Steve opened up a new restaurant, with something like 53 taps of the most expensive beer and worst waitresses I have ever seen. Beer was good but I need to get another job if wanna go back. Not quite what I was used to after the amazing affordability and friendliness of Paradise.... Im sure itll smooth out though! This is a remarkable "most taps in Idaho" and yes, the selection is awesome, just not enough time....
Then theres my new friend here who feeds me beverages then complains that I fucked up his motorcycle engine rebuild. Infact most of the time we consulted to be productive the day usually ended up in bbq and empty cans and looking for tools that we need and cant get at 11 pm. Im ok with this....
A common sight for some. This is something you have to just take as it comes for owning a 1 ton with 300k miles. It can tow anything with decent to good fuel mileage assuming its still rolling. Since I start acquiring these kind of trucks Ive gone through 3 fifth gears, lots of sidewall rips, and mechanical advances. This here depicts the solution to the transmission stuck in gear and the shifter not. For the second time. Honestly, for both the transmission shop and myself, weve never seen a transmission with this many miles still working. Although when they opened it up it was total trash and metalic vomit.... so they rebuilt it with all new bits, and the result is SMOOVE....
Luckily my optional transport is also still barely functioning, with new indescribable noises and really bright dont steal me fenders. Who would steal such an ugly bike?
And as much as I despise catholic school this caught my eye in wisconsin. Seriously gonna have to think out how to play this one right....
Im sure there may be more updates as I sit here drinking a cool beverage in the warm Nebraska humidity admiring all the dead corn....
As Im writing this long overdue update and cruising though the images Ive taken I start to notice all the cool shit from this summer, so much the opposite of now, kind of forgotten which is quite shameful of me. Allow me to give a brief not so brief recollection of the recent past.
Then while digging for hydrant valves I came accross this semi earthen home. So awesome. I guess the oldtimer that built it says he only goes through a single cord of wood or less each winter. I was walking up the window to check it out and you can barely see in the pic that theres a ziplock bag full of water and pennies tacked above the front door....wtf is that? I reckon its a tradition thats too old for interwebs....
Of the much better local finds is this Willys Military truck converted to forest wood hauler. Nice.
On the topic of wandering in the woods.... As springtime rolled around I kept seeing more and more wildlife poking about. One day it was stepping on a snake. I almost pooped my pants. This day it was being monitired by a parent fox as the little ones rolled around on each other outside their stumpy den. Couple weeks later I was taking a long boundary shot and out of nowhere something was approaching me really fast out of my periphery. I turn and see this fox hauling balls directly for me. I mustve looked like a giant source of food bc he veer his course til screamed like a little girl and jumped in the air. Then he did about 12 circles around me running. Then he ran away and layed down. I dont know?
Im sure there may be more updates as I sit here drinking a cool beverage in the warm Nebraska humidity admiring all the dead corn....
Friday, June 08, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Be Prepared....
.... One of those time old sayings from the lore of the Boy Scouts. Always a good thing to keep in mind . Especially when your 2500lb floating bar is stocked with 450 beers and some whiskey somewhere, somewhere too close. I can say for certain this is not one of those Main Salmon debacles where you get stuck under a paco pad for 3 hours or eat steak and potatoes with both hands and sleep face down outside of the tent in the sand. Nope. Just different. Just mind expanding. And extremely rough on the skin....
Lava Falls, Feb 2012. Shapeless, Surging and Suhweet!
Fatness on the Little Colorado
Found the Whiskey @ Upset Hotel
The Day before the day before I broke my oar in flatwater
In the cave of forgettable names
Somewhere on top, just the way Sean Connery would describe itMonday, March 12, 2012
Being Smushed....
....By the reality that I shouldn't be on the surface, but back in the canyon. Anywho, upon arrival to the top, reentry was really diffcult and things seemed off, weird, and kinda new. I also had some new character levels, some of which resurfaced simply due to a river trip. And hair, lots of hair.
I dont know how to explain much about the Grand Canyon other than you should go for yourself. The Feb trip was so far the best one. Warmer winter weather in the 50s and 60s, low water with slightly more technical rapids with rocks, and significantly less people than the summer launch times. This time I was able to make the entire trip, all 220+ miles of it, making me at about 1.5 trips on the GC. Good news. All I can do now is hope and apply for every years permit for the rest of my life. I can do that.
I wouldnt say that the canyons whitewater is the best on the planet, but i would say that the combination of the water, canyon, nature, isolation, friends, and overall duration make it what has come to known as a truly unique piece of awesome. Then theres the magic.... The magic of the unknown, time reflecting walls, and voices singing in the night. Beautiful, long gone voices. Some sung by the river itself, some by the boats tussling in the eddy current, some by people of a previous time. The stories.
Its funny bc on this trip I didnt do much but look at the water. Infact, thats ALL I did. It made sweet love to my ruffled interior. I melted more and more everyday. Jenny mentioned how the human body binds the tools we use to itself as an appendage, as to better use it and feel its function. I most certainly had become the boat, or it me, for the entire trip except for Lava, where I had the absolute ugliest line on the planet, which is also the only place where its better to have a clean line. I blame it on the swimmer....yup. Not my fault.
6 Beers a day. Dont forget the whiskey. Speaking of.... dont forget the box wine!
Note: I came back and bought a 24 pack of pbr. At the time it seemed heavy, like real heavy, but the price was the same and so on.... Not til I got home and had one in my hand did I realize they now come as tallboys! Amazing!
I dont know how to explain much about the Grand Canyon other than you should go for yourself. The Feb trip was so far the best one. Warmer winter weather in the 50s and 60s, low water with slightly more technical rapids with rocks, and significantly less people than the summer launch times. This time I was able to make the entire trip, all 220+ miles of it, making me at about 1.5 trips on the GC. Good news. All I can do now is hope and apply for every years permit for the rest of my life. I can do that.
I wouldnt say that the canyons whitewater is the best on the planet, but i would say that the combination of the water, canyon, nature, isolation, friends, and overall duration make it what has come to known as a truly unique piece of awesome. Then theres the magic.... The magic of the unknown, time reflecting walls, and voices singing in the night. Beautiful, long gone voices. Some sung by the river itself, some by the boats tussling in the eddy current, some by people of a previous time. The stories.
Its funny bc on this trip I didnt do much but look at the water. Infact, thats ALL I did. It made sweet love to my ruffled interior. I melted more and more everyday. Jenny mentioned how the human body binds the tools we use to itself as an appendage, as to better use it and feel its function. I most certainly had become the boat, or it me, for the entire trip except for Lava, where I had the absolute ugliest line on the planet, which is also the only place where its better to have a clean line. I blame it on the swimmer....yup. Not my fault.
6 Beers a day. Dont forget the whiskey. Speaking of.... dont forget the box wine!
Note: I came back and bought a 24 pack of pbr. At the time it seemed heavy, like real heavy, but the price was the same and so on.... Not til I got home and had one in my hand did I realize they now come as tallboys! Amazing!
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