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20190805- A Walk In St. Helens Icky Woods

Judy and I are staying at the Elks Lodge in St. Helens Oregon. We enjoy walking about town but that gets old after a while. As we walked by the end of the path into the woods we remembered that we had walked this path before. We thought we knew where it came out over on Gray Cliffs Drive.

We plunged down the path into the thicket by a dried-up creek bed. The brush and grasses tickling our ankles because the trail was not very well kept. I started thinking back to a blog I wrote back in 2005, on October 24, (I looked it up), called, "A Walk In the Icky Woods." I am proud of that blog it's one of my classics. It got me to thinking of the difference between then and now. In 2004 to have a map with you you needed a GPS and a paper map to keep track of where you had gone. Now there are several applications for your cell phone that will present you with the latest up-to-date map and keep track of your exercise, your heart rate and give you an ETA for arrival at your destination. Don't get me wrong, I'm not against the maps or the technology. For all practical purposes the icky Woods are exactly the same. There are still spiders spinning webs across the trail, there are still small creeks burbling alongside the trail. And of course if your battery goes dead you are just as lost.
Here is a Northern Flicker. He lives in the “Icky Woods”

There is one other small difference between this blog and the 2004 blog. I am trying out a new software program called Dragon 12. Dragon 12 takes a dictation from my microphone and turns it into text. You will probably notice a subtle difference in the way I express myself because I do not speak as I write.

I still must edit the text after I get it to dictated. But that is surprisingly easy compared to getting rid of all the double strikes and extraneous letters that my shaky fingers produce on the keyboard.

So yes keep up with your technology but every once in a while go for a walk in the inky woods.

Post Script:

You can plainly see I did not get this out on 5th of August. So how about another story.

This is a story about a man and his wife who were concerned that their screen door was not tidy. The wife person complained of bugs getting through the screen. The husband person had a Laissez Faire attitude towards the whole project.

However, one sunny Sunday he had a couple of extra hours and figured he could knock off this little project in that time. The first thing to do was to take the door off its hinges. Next he spent two hours trying to find the little roller wheel jobbie to tuck the rubber spline into the screen door groove. Wife person directed him right to it.

The next task is to actually replace the fiberglass mesh. We needed a large flat surface where we could lay the door flat. That we finally found in the middle of the main salon. We had about 10 inches to stand in on each side of the screen door. We were both stiff and sore by the time we got the splines rolled into each groove. We wound up spending the rest of the day on this project. We propped the finished door up against the couch and went to bed.

To fit the door to the hinges to the door requires teamwork. Our arms simply aren’t long enough to reach and screw bolts and nuts together. On the first attempt we discovered we were trying to bolt that screen door to the wrong side of the hinges. An impossible task.

Each pair of bolts interferes with this mate so they have to be done in exact sequence. It is important to set the heights of the door on the hinges, and we misjudged it the first time but we had it dead on the second time.

This wonderful couple lived happily ever after with their beautiful new screen door. Woe be unto the person who puts a foot through the shiny, taut, new screen.

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20190729 The Grand Adventure, 2019 Style. (“Afterglow”)

It’s Monday, July 29th, and I feel the need to publish one more blog in this series. The afterglow for me is tinged with the scent of camphor from the sore muscle massage cream.

But first I want to tell you about time. That continuous creeping or headlong rush into tomorrow depending on your immediate situation. That is just everyday time. No what I am talking about is “Island Time.” The special unique Island Time of the San Juan and Canadian Gulf Islands that allows the shops to open about 10 am and close about 4 pm. That gives you time to set out the crab traps in the morning. There is time to slow down and drive on the opposite side of the road for pedestrians.

One particular example I just have to elaborate on. There is a fleet of float planes by Kenmore Air. They have the ubiquitous DHC-2 De Havilland Beaver with its 9 cylinder radial engine. They have a few of the Beavers they have upgraded with turbine engines and they have the newer DHC 3 De Havilland Otter with its long turbine nose. These planes land and take off right beside the boats entering the harbor.

The other morning an Otter landed near the marina on West Sound, Orcus Island. This plane was special, It was painted with an Orca whale motif. The youngish pilot in a crisp short sleeve uniform stepped down from the float and twisted a short dock line about the handy cleat. Two girls were walking in from the end of the float, one was carrying a carry-on bag. The pilot greeted them and asked if they were his passengers. “No.” They were headed for the ferry.

I kept tabs on the pilot over the next half hour as he walked to the marina office and to the parking lot at the top of the hill. I saw him checking over the plane and at one point talking over the radio. Finally a car pulls in at at the hilltop parking lot, and a man walks down the hill with a bit of carry-on luggage. The pilot greets him and he boards. Soon the plane is drifting away from the float as the turbine began to bite into the cool morning breeze. Who says that whales can’t fly. They can on Island Time.

The second topic is space. I figure that my 34 foot cruiser has about three times the usable interior space as Glen’s 34 foot cruiser. For five active adults that means carving out a little “My Space” for individual water bottles, clothing, cell phones and charging gear. Groceries and cooking/eating space dominate the cabin space during the day, but most of that is converted to sleeping space at night. This is an interesting time since we must simultaneously stow many of the cushions and assemble the rest into a mattress. We had things like the Guitar that had to move from the bow compartment to the galley. It all got put back together the next morning before we could cook breakfast.

This is Me! Glen is fully qualified as Skipper. I call myself “Skipper Emeritus.” Otherwise known as “deck hand.”

To round out the trip we saved the failure to the last 5 miles. Barb was at the helm and declared the exhaust pitch sounded wrong. Glen was trouble shooting the problem, I was hanging over the back rail listening to the water surging in the exhaust, when the over temperature alarm sounded. We shut down just off Port Orchard. We got the sails up and were able to maintain steerage way. We finally called the tow service and got a 5 mile tow to home port. The problem was traced to a plugged thru-hull on the raw water intake. The stuff never got to the raw water strainer. Probable cause; we must have backed into one of the floating mats of seaweed when taking a mooring at Blake Island. No damage, even the tow was covered by insurance. It’s just the disgrace for Abby Normal to g et towed home after braving all of the challenges so valiantly.

Brian and Linda Burright.
Introducing Brian and Linda Burright on their third day of full timing. We meet in St. Helens OR.

20190712 The Grand Adventure, 2019 Style.

Here we go again this year for a Grand Adventure sailing the 34 foot Hunter sailboat, Abby Normal, around The San Juan Islands and up into the Canadian Gulf Islands. Because of the Independence day Holiday this year the event will encompass almost 4 weeks from July 3rd to Sunday July 28, three days short of 4 weeks.

The first three days do not really count. That is for transporting us’ens and the boat to the San Juans. We made some changes this year. We spent the evening of July 3rd in the Poulsbo harbor at anchor to watch the “Independence Day Fireworks.” Yes, a full show on the 3rd of July. We were anchored in the middle of the bay and when the show was over we watched a procession of several hundred boats go in front of us as they returned to their moorings.

We discovered several items missing from our inventory so the next morning we returned to our slip in Brownsville to be met by Christine with a load of forgotten items. It was almost right on our way to our second destination, Everett. We were just in time for Everett’s “Independence Day Celebration” and got a second round of fireworks.

What we failed to fully appreciate, is that Everett is on the Skykomish River and this particular day was the highest to lowest tide of the season. Translation: When we got ready to leave around 9:00 am the current past our mooring was probably on the order of 5 knots. We were tied stern-to the seething ebb tide. So instead of leaving we made a six mile trek to the nearest Safeway store to pick up a couple more items we left home.

Finally at 1:00 pm the current had dropped to a mere 1 knot and we were able to spring out from the float and back away from the big ugly barnacle and muscles encrusted pilings a few feet from our bow and get under way.

Swinomish Channel
Swinomish Channel leisurely glides through La Conner

Our next stop was in La Conner, Washington. Stark contrast to Everett. It is a quiet town on the Swinomish boat channel. This is a quiet channel cut through the lowlands between Fidalgo Island and the mainland. The current is mild but the channel is only dredged to about 20 feet deep. It is an alternative to the rip roaring sleigh ride through Deception Pass that we did last year.

That exciting piece can be seen at: https://www.dinsmore-enterprises.com/2018/08/20180803-the-grand-adv-return/

The most exciting time on Saturday’s trip from La Conner to Cap Sante Marina in Anchorites was when we spotted a flock of around fifty Great Blue Herons just where we enter Padilla Bay at March Point.

Out with tthe old, in with the new.
Comparing the old and new sea water strainers.

Cap Sante marina at Anchorites is a great place to restock your stores. The Safeway is just cross the street and West Marine is a block up. We made good use of both of these stores, Saturday for groceries, but this morning while “pre-flighting” the Abbey Normal for the day’s voyage Captain Glen broke the bronze bolt that holds the lid on the sea water strainer. Replacement seemed the only option so we hiked on up to the West Marine Store and picked up a bran-new Sea Water Strainer and spent most of the day installing this important auxiliary device in the engine compartment. The space is very limited and Glen and I were both working at full arm’s extension into various service ports to mount the strainer.

For a celebratory lap we went out and checked our crab trap. We had a single legal crab. He will be supper. Yum! However the day is far spent and we will snuggle in here in Cap Sante again tonight.

2019040513 TV is Working Again

Our Samsung TV has been on the fritz for about two months now. It had the habit of only working when it felt like it., and it mostly didn’t feel like it. I don’t miss it, except we watch the news for the weather in the early morning. We have now settled into The Escapee’s, North Ranch, between Wickenburg and Congress Arizona.

Hole-in-the-Wall
Here are the Capacitors,
They look New

I cleared the deck for action and de-mounted the TV from its perch in the front of the coach. I proceeded to open it up and stirred the guts a little. Actually I unplugged each board in several places and checked for the required voltages. I had also watched a video about swapping capacitors on the power supply board. That guy had bulging capacitors, a sign that they are near the end of their life. I figured that if we had bulging capacitors we, Judy and I as a team, could de-solder and replace them. Judy holds the soldering iron and with my shaking hand I dab in the solder.

Where am I?

Our capacitors look bran new. Now what? Well I plugged everything back together and would you believe it, it started working again. The video suggested updating the tv’s firmware, so I watched more videos and got that done too. It played the full length of the Augusta Masters without dying of boredom, so I figure we are good to go.

The TV now occupying the Co-Pilot’s seat, and wires are dangling everywhere. In the morning we will mount the TV back over the windshield. I have to support the TV with cordage until I can get a half dozen screws through the mounting boards. Once I get it supported I will be assembling the cabinet around the TV. You see we used a big shoehorn to get this TV in the hole where the old CRT based analog TV sat. Our big mistake was making the hole a custom fit for the 26 inch Samsung UH27EH4000 model. They don’t make it any more and no other 27 inch TV will fit in the hole. Which brings me to the original thought for a blog today. “The redesign of the TV mount to fit a TV that is a half inch larger.” Now, at least for the time being, we are just fine with our Lazarus TV.

The TV has been mounted back in its station today. I checked out every function and it is good to go. I rather tuckered myself out getting the screws all tightened properly. You have to work at arms length over your head in a void space that is just a bit larger than the drill I was driving the screws with. Final seating was with the ¼ inch socket set but often times I had to improvise by taking the square drive bit in a ¼ inch open end-box end wrench and turning the whole wrench, bit and screw, 1/6th of a turn at a time. I don’t know how many times I caught myself unscrewing a screw I had been trying to tighten for 20 minutes.

And now, just as I am finishing this blog, it dawned on me that I had neglected to put back two screws that support the middle of the roller shade. There! That is done and now the job is done. Whether for a day, or a week or many years only time will tell.

20190405 Meeting New People:

I have been scratching for a reason to write a blog this week. Friday evening is a good time: My Parkinson’s symptoms are under control so typing is not challenging this evening. God knows that there has been plenty of excitement in our lives. For example the two hour ride over to the Arrowhead Mercedes dealership in second gear “Limp Mode” to meet and chat with the assistant service manager, Jared. We are set up with an appointment sometime next week to replace the rear brake rotors and speed sensors. I must make sure the parking brake is not partially set whenever we tow from now on. So I will be setting that sucker tighter than a drum whenever I park it. We won’t be able budge the van until it has been released.
So we are doing without the van for a week. That means we are doing without tools for a week. That means nothing is getting done for a week. Now we are starting the weekend and of course there is no open campsites. We are in dry camping, “Cheek to Jowl” ( as Ed D. would say) with our neighbors. In a small parking lot by the gate. Somehow I think we were placed here to help a new friend. A young gal who goes by “Noel” was seated by her luggage in one of the RV parking slots as we returned from a trip to see Saguaro Lake. Prominent in her pile of luggage was a guitar. I struck up a conversation and we were soon playing together. Also prominently missing in her luggage was any sign of camping gear at all; and where is her car? We were upset about our missing van, Noel just sold her car as scrap with a bad transmission and needed to wait overnight for friends to come from New Mexico in the morning to help her get to Oregon. Soon one of the park volunteers showed up with a small tent and we helped her set it up. Over the course of the evening we played a lot of songs, and had supper together. And chatted about Oregon. I have to admire Noel, she is handling this crises with calm demeanor. I am afraid I would be trying to control everything that could happen and worrying about the details.

Some things we haven’t tried to befriend are the two rattlesnakes we have met on our hikes. The first was a sidewinder and Lynda, Judy and the dogs almost walked right over this snake. The second was a diamondback, a rather large one. This fellow quickly gained the cover of the roadside brush so we didn’t get a photo. There is lots of hiking trails in this park, Usery Mountain Regional Park, but we are really hesitant about hiking. The weather has been warm and delightful for most of two weeks now, hence the snakes are coming out. We did get the Catrikes out of the van so we are riding a bunch. I have a slow leak in one tire so I must pump it up daily. Yes! the good floor pump is in the Sprinter, I have the little roadside hand pump. It works but it takes a while.
Meanwhile I will gather a couple photos to include and get ready to post this blog from just outside Mesa Arizona.
It is now Saturday morning, and Aye ‘tis a wonderful beautiful day. We have walked the Samyoids, Lynda and Dave’s dogs, wheedled some photos from them and now I can publish. Photo credits go to Lynda and Dave Campbell. Thanks guys. The second Diamondback is by Judy not that far from our campsite in Flying Dutchman State Park in Apache Junction. He was a healthy 4 footer with 9 or 10 buttons on his rattle.