Saturday, June 2, 2018

Day 2...

Day 2...  We got an early start this morning, leaving Cheyenne at just about daybreak.  Our route was basically I-80 all the way, but we sure traveled through some beautiful country.  Much of it was through rolling hills, or along the Platte River.  All of it was green, green, green – except when there were flowers.  Nebraska has way more trees than I remember, and far more water.  We really enjoyed that drive!

About two-thirds of the way into our trip to Lincoln we stopped for a while at the Crane Trust preserve.  There's a beautiful trail there that we spent a half hour on, but to our surprise there was live music, food, and more – it seems we stumbled into their 40th anniversary bash unawares.  That's not our kind of thing, so we left – but it looks like a great place to come back to.

The highlight of the day for us came at an unlikely location: the Gothenburg, Nebraska Tesla Supercharger.  We took a little walk to the sod house museum there, where I spotted a very weird windmill and spent a few minutes trying to figure out how it could work.  A little old lady popped out of the museum, the guide there – and we spent the next 90 delightful minutes just talking up a storm with her.  Her name is Suse Pederson, 85 years old, and she's as full of great stories as anyone we've ever met.  She and her husband used to own the local airport and the associated flight training school.  Both were pilots and instructors.  We learned a tremendous amount about the town and the area in that short time!  We parted reluctantly, and only after several tries and several rounds of hugs.  We've been smiling about that encounter all day long. :)

Some memorable events of the day:
  • We saw a few more baby antelopes.  As we got closer to Lincoln, though, the incidence of antelopes gradually petered out to zero.
  • At one stop we ran across a mother plover with four babies – cute as buttons – who was simultaneously herding the young ones while trying to lead us away from them.  What a good mom she was!
  • We saw our first deer on the plains.
  • We're ensconced in the Westview B&B in Lincoln, a big house divided up into guest rooms.  Ours is a spacious suite that includes a full kitchen, and has views of the countryside to the west.  The facility is just outside of town, on a large property that you'd think was out in the country somewhere.  We love it!
  • We ate at the Leadbelly Bar and Grill in downtown Lincoln.  The food was spectacular!  The first photo below was my entree: the Smokehouse Mac & Cheese.  The second is Debbie's Southwest Cobb Salad with rare steak.  We also had a peach cobbler with homemade vanilla ice cream, and the cobbler was miraculously not mostly sugar – it was delicious!
  • We finished off the evening with a walk through the sunken gardens in Lincoln.  It's a beautiful place, though a bit formal for my taste.  We quite enjoyed it, though, both for the gardens themselves and for the very nice people we met there.


All-in-all it was a very nice day...

Friday, June 1, 2018

Day 1...

Day 1...  We made it to our planned destination (Cheyenne, Wyoming) safely, and with some time to spare.  The trip over here was more interesting than we expected it to be.  The fellow at right was near the second supercharger we stopped at, in Rock Springs, Wyoming.  It's actually associated with the restaurant in the background.  Looks weird from the front, but a little shocking from the back. :)

Along the road on today's trip we spotted quite a few Sandhill cranes, and about two bazillion antelope (including one baby!).  There were lovely flowers as well, most especially Camas lillies in the low wet spots.  We saw several places where there were patches of them alongside snow fences – Debbie came up with a plausible theory for that: snow piled up in front of the snow fence, melting to make a wet spot conducive to Camas lillies.  Sounds likely to me.  There was beautiful, well-watered sage over a stretch of 150 miles or so.  I love that color!  At one point we got sprinkled on, but the nearest cloud was at about a 45 degree angle to us – all we can think is that the wind blew the rain onto us.  We also saw patches of gorgeous yellow flowers that we're pretty sure were yellow lupine (they were too far away to be positive about).  The photo at left was taken about 75 miles from Cheyenne as we passed through some particularly nice terrain.

One interesting thing we saw was hundreds and hundreds of automated oil wells.  These are much less intrusive on the landscape than the old rocker-arm oil wells.  Most of them have no visible infrastructure outside a small shed, other than a fuel tank (propane, I think) and a satellite antenna.  I know these are remotely monitored and controlled, which means the companies save a great deal of money in labor (traded off by the increased capital cost).  I think they're a huge improvement on the old style wells.

Once we made it to Cheyenne, we stopped to eat at a place called Ribs and Chops – had a great meal of fish tacos for Debbie and fish-and-chips for me.  Very nice.  Then we went to the Cheyenne Frontier Days museum, associated with the famous annual Cheyenne Frontier Days rodeo.  The museum was fascinating, especially for the collection of horse buggies there (one example at right).  We spent almost two hours in there, leaving only because it was closing.  Cheyenne must have a dozen or more museums, most of which look interesting to both Debbie and I.  I suspect we'll be returning here someday to explore them.  There's also a botanical garden that looks quite promising.  And our bed-and-breakfast is super nice.

And then there are the shops.  Debbie spotted one called “The Wrangler” and spent some time in there while I charged the car.  She sent me several texts, the gist of which was “I love this place!”.  When I picked her up, her eyes were glistening and three giant shopping bags were in her hands.  I shudder to think what she did to our credit card account. :)  She said she got a pair of boots like the giant one at left.  Those fancy boot statues are scattered all over Cheyenne.  Apparently they're some kind of city symbol...

Thursday, May 31, 2018

Random blog post alert!

Random blog posting alert!  From tomorrow morning through June 18th, Debbie and I will be on the road.  We're not sure whether our lodgings will have WiFi, and we may well be pressed for time – so blog posts for that period are highly uncertain.  Photos in the blog posts are even more uncertain!

Getting ready to go on our trip...

Getting ready to go on our trip...  We spent most of the day scrambling about on last-minute errands, stocking up pet supplies for our dog and cat sitter, etc.  We did take some time to have lunch out, at Herm's Inn.  Oh, my, that was good!  The photos below are of my club sandwich and the fruit I got instead of potatoes.  That sandwich ... was the best club sandwich I've ever had, and by a large margin.  The bread was Crumb Brothers sourdough, pan-toasted in butter.  The turkey was roasted, tasted just like Thanksgiving leftovers.  The ham was superb.  The bacon was Daily's – the same kind we buy for home.  The cheeses (Swiss and cheddar) were both the real deal, excellent quality.  The tomato was bursting with flavor.  The mayonnaise tasted like Duke's.  The lettuce was crisp and fresh.  Just wonderful!  And the fruit plate was (as always) all perfectly ripe.  Even the iced tea was great!  Debbie had a steak salad which she disappeared, making nommy-nommy noises the whole time.


Later in the day I filled my bird feeders, and noticed several pine siskins that stayed on the feeder even when I got within a couple of feet.  One of them, the fellow at right, stayed there even when I reached up and touched him!  I stroked his head a few times, which he didn't seem to like but he didn't let it stop him from eating.  He never stopped eating, the whole while I was there (maybe ten minutes).  I shot that photo with my iPhone about 4" from him.  My best guess is that he was exhausted and starving from a migration, though it seems a bit late for new arrivals.  Eventually, after I left, he flew away to perch high in our pine.

We leave for our trip to Maine bright and early in the morning.  First stop: Cheyenne, Wyoming...

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

A really nice visit...

A really nice visit...  From my old friend Mike B., that is.  One of the few things he actually asked to do on his visit was to drive my tractor and operate the backhoe – so naturally, that was one of the first things we did.  The very first thing we did with him is to grab lunch at the Red Iguana in SLC.  That's Mike at right, digging a harmless hole in our field. :)  He seemed to greatly enjoy that!

I first met Mike while we were both in the Navy, in 1974 or 1975.  He was a Master Chief Electronic Warfare Technician, a much higher enlisted rank than I had (Second Class Petty Officer) and a completely different rating (I was a Data Systems Technician).  His training was all in analog electronics, radio and microwave.  Mine was entirely in digital technology, though I had also been a ham radio geek and knew a fair amount of analog and radio electronics.  Mike had gotten very interested in some of the earliest hobby computers (specifically the Imsai and Altair computer kits) and was seriously considering buying one – but the whole notion of programming was completely foreign to him, and he was looking for help on it.  Neither of us can remember at this remove exactly how he got introduced to me.  Our paths would normally never have crossed on the ship, but somehow he found out that there was a decidedly not squared-away DS (me) down in the bowels of CIC who actually knew something about programming.  I was self-taught, but was at the time doing some reasonably difficult programming for the NTDS system that I also maintained the hardware on.  However it happened, Mike and I started talking about hobby computers.

It's no exaggeration to say that that introduction changed the course of my life.  I've no idea what would have happened in my career had I never met Mike, but I'm certain it would have been very different.  Because of our friendship, I got (heavily) involved in the hobby computer scene.  In short order I was designing and building not only general purpose computers, but also specialized systems that incorporated early microprocessors like the Z80 (especially), 6800, 6502, and 1802.  That hobby experience (including writing the associated code) led very directly to my professional career in electrical engineering and software engineering, which started even before I mustered out of the Navy.  Because of that, I never went back to college (as I'd once intended) – instead launching directly into the kind of work I'd thought I could only do if I first graduated from college with an engineering degree.  A cascade of interesting life experiences derived from that career course.  Knowing Mike most definitely changed my life!

Mike now lives in North Carolina with his wife and a slew of relatives-by-marriage.  That's sufficiently distant that I don't see him very often, though we're in touch on nearly a daily basis.  This visit of his was the first vacation he's taken in 15 years from his job as a full-time truck driver.   He hasn't been west of the Mississippi in an even longer time.  He hadn't flown on a commercial airliner since the '80s (though he is a fixed-wing, helicopter, and gyrocopter pilot).  This trip was a big adventure for him!

After the tractor play, we took Mike on a slow drive through Blacksmith Fork Canyon, just seeing the sights and looking for wildlife.  The rugged and geologically young mountains were a treat for him – I thought he was going to hurt his neck as his head swiveled around.  :)  We went in our Model X, which Mike really enjoyed.  Like most people, he was surprised by the power, quiet, and grand view.  He was also surprised that we'd take that car on a rough dirt road. :)

Later that afternoon we had my brother Scott over, and we all had a steak dinner that Debbie made.  Salad, asparagus, steak, and baked potatoes – about three times as much food as any of us could eat (though Mike somehow managed to eat his entire steak).  After that we basically all fell asleep.

The next day (yesterday) turned out to be a grand adventure.  The first stop was a 100 year old hydroelectric plant owned by the city of Hyrum.  The plant supplies a half megawatt of power, tied into the grid.  We toured this plant last year (but not with Mike) when it was down for a long time for maintenance.  This time the plant was operating, with newly updated control systems that we'd never seen before.  Mike, of course, had never seen any of this before.  Even better, on this tour it was just Mike, Debbie, and I – and our guide, city employee Heath C. (in the last two photos below).  Heath owns a piece of land just a short distance from our home, and we've gotten to know him over the past year or so.  He was a great connection to have!  The first photo shows the pipe bringing water from higher up at a dammed-up pond.  If you embiggen that photo and look closely at it, you can see the feed line heading off to the right, and above it a vent (to prevent ram pressure from a sudden valve closure or clog from bursting the pipe).  That vent is just above the height of the dammed pond, which appears to be roughly 50' higher than the power plant.

The next five photos show the interior of the power plant.  When we walked in, Heath shut down the plant (stopping the turbine) to make it quiet enough to hear each other.  The fact that he shut down the plant just for us really impressed Mike. :)  In the first of these five photos you see the half-megawatt AC generator.  The second of them shows the turbine.  The radially-arranged levers control the “wicket gates” that allow water into the turbine blades.  Their position is constantly adjusted by the control system to keep the speed of the turbine constant (the right speed to produce a 60Hz output).  The third of the five is a closeup of the brushes on the AC generator.  The fourth shows both the AC generator (the big cylindrical device) and the 10 KW DC generator (the smaller cylindrical  device to the right of the AC generator).  The last of them shows all three units: left-to-right, turbine, AC generator, and DC generator.  All of them share a common shaft.  Mike and I spent more time on the DC generator than anything else, as it had more mysterious construction.  We finally figured out that its' many-bladed commutator was basically a mechanical rectifier – this thing was so old that solid-state rectifiers didn't exist at the time of its design!  We also figured out a modern addition – a tachometer that worked by using a Hall-effect sensor to count the teeth on a now-disused gear.

The last thing we did in the plant was to watch as Heath restarted the turbine, got it up to speed and synchronized with the general electric grid, and heard the big “clunk!” as a relay engaged and brought the plant back on line.

After that we followed Heath up to the dam (a quarter-mile or so upstream on the river) as he went to do the daily grate maintenance.   The geological survey marker is on the top of the dam, which as you can see is at 5,231 feet altitude.  The last three photos show the grate that filters the water entering the top of the pipeline that feeds water to the turbine.  Heath told us that someone is up there daily to clean the grate off, using a homemade tool that's basically a garden rake with a long handle.  There was quite a bit of plant life stuck on that grate from just the prior day.  Heath tells us that it's not uncommon for them to find fish and animals stuck there as well.

After that we followed Heath down to the remains of a lower dam, one that was demolished some time ago.  From what we could see, it appeared to be considerably bigger than the remaining dam.  The old pond bottom is now covered in lush growth of grass and willows – quite pretty.  At that point we said a hearty “Thank you!” to Heath, and he took off to spend some time with his wife and two boys. 


After that, Debbie remembered that the little Paradise Museum was supposed to be open on Memorial Day, so we wandered down there.  In our four years here, we had somehow managed to miss the times it was open – it's within easy walking distance of our house, be we've never been there!  A couple of local ladies were there to answer our questions, which we had lots of – as quite a few of the artifacts in there we couldn't identify.   For instance, in the second photo below, the wooden-cased device on the right turned out to be a mechanical corn husker.  Mike knew what the left hand device was: a cream separator.  I had no idea!  When it was obvious how interested we were in all these things, one of the museum ladies offered to take us on a “secret tour” in the basement, which of course we took her up on.  There were several interesting things down there, but to me the most interesting thing was the basement walls: hand-dressed stone, competently laid.  The building that houses the museum was formerly the bishop's tithing house, built in 1902.  We also saw a Victrola in working order, but with a broken wooden lid.  I offered to mend the lid for them, and they took me up on it – so sometime next month I'll fix that up for them.  The basic problem is that the piano hinge for the lid has all its wood screws stripped out of the lid.  I'm going to drill those holes out, plug them with walnut plugs, then reinstall the original screws.  It shouldn't be very hard, and it should fix it right up.


After that we headed out on a meandering drive through Young Ward (to see the bison there), then up through Newton, up to Clarkston, and over the mountains to the west.  On that mountain drive we saw some good flowers (below).  Then we headed down to The Grille restaurant where we knew the meat-heavy menu would appeal to Mike.  It did – Mike was goggle-eyed as he read over the menu.  He eventually settled on a “Cabo burger” with chipotle sauce and roasted jalapenos.  Debbie had a pulled pork sandwich, and I had a pulled-pork burger (basically a pulled-pork sandwich on top of a burger).  Excellent in all cases.  Stuffed, we meandered our way over to the Aggie's creamery with the intent of getting an ice cream cone.  The line was out the door and halfway to the parking lot, so we abandoned that idea and headed instead for Macey's grocery store where they sell Aggie's ice cream in boxes (and no lines!).  Mike was awed by the size of Macey's – which doesn't seem that large to us.  We headed home where Debbie served us up around a quart of ice cream each, after which we painfully headed for bed – early, because we had to get up at o'dark-thirty to take Mike to the airport for his trip home.  That we did this morning, with 90 minutes of fun conversation before we tossed him out the door.  As I was writing this post, I got a text from him: he's in DFW, with a one-hour layover before the last leg of his trip home.


We miss him already.  We're hoping he can make it out for another visit one of these fine days...

Friday, May 25, 2018

A hard day's work...

A hard day's work...  Yesterday morning my brother Scott came over, and a little later a couple of his friends from Newton (Tammy and Cheryl) joined us.  The four of us worked all day long toward the end result of planting 14 baby (bare-root) trees in our back yard.  Each of the trees got four T-posts pounded in around it, and chicken wire strung up to keep the dogs away from the trees.  These 14 trees were just a few of the 140 bare-root trees I had purchased a few weeks ago, so the rest of them needed to be bedded down.  We put them in two yards of potting soil spread out above a piece of weed cloth, all under a big willow in our back yard.  That potting soil all had to be moved from another location (tractors are so handy!), smoothed out, and then holes dug for all the trees.  Then we had to water it all down really well.  Debbie served us up a delicious lunch of homemade chicken salad sandwiches – we had a bit of trouble moving after that. :)

In the photo at right you can see the little T-post enclosures we made.  Inside them are an assortment of trees, including Nanking cherries, elderberries, lilacs, cotton-less cottonwoods, western red cedar, and a couple others I've forgotten.  All the plants looked nice and healthy.  You can also see my “lawn” there – sod laid down late last fall.  The tracks you see running directly away from the camera were made by my ATV when I was spraying.  We cannot figure out why these tracks appear in our back yard but not in the front yard.  The shriveled-up plants are the remains of dandelions killed (or seriously dinged) by the spray.  Obviously we have a lot of work to do on this.  Our front yard, by contrast, is quite lush with beautiful dark green grass.  Same sod, laid at the same time.  Weird!