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Travel Mapping

Though I am no longer traveling 100% of the time, I still occasionally get paid to go places and I am continuing to notch off new locations.  Years ago, I began keeping maps of information on these travels.  Since 2018 just ended, it seems like a good time to present them.

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In 2018, I was in three new states and over 100 new counties thanks to trips to eastern Tennessee, Michigan and Oklahoma.  (The new states were Virginia, Ohio and Arkansas.) It’s interesting to pick out the longer distance road trips on this county-level map.  I-75 really sticks out in Georgia since their counties are so small.  There’s the preferred route between Wisconsin and Santa Fe through Kansas.  There’s the time I had to go from Utah to Portland, Oregon.  And our trip to Gulf Shores, Alabama, the week the war started in Iraq.  The string of counties in central Nebraska well off of I-80 was my trek to catch the total solar eclipse in the summer of 2017.

Keep in mind that I dug into my memories from as far back as age 10 to remember what routes we took on family vacations when I initially started this map.  Of course I was pretty much lead navigator by then already so I had an advantage.  My parents eschewed interstate highway travel for much of our Western vacations so I’ve seen a lot more of the Dakotas than your typical Midwestern kid whose family was in a rush to get to the mountains.

Since I’ve had a major road trip through Canada, I need a similar map for the land of hockey and Tim Hortons:

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They don’t really have counties west of Lake Superior in Canada but this is close enough.  Here you can see my frequent fishing trips to Northwest Ontario as well as my 2016 drive from Anchorage to Madison.

I did sort of drop the ball on not writing about that Alaska Highway trip.  Maybe I’ll backfill someday as it was possibly a once-in-a-lifetime journey.  In fact, here’s a quick shot of Mt. Wrangell from a wide open straightaway on the Glenn Highway.img_2892.

 

Big Island Base Camp

The company has put my coworker and I up in a rental property while we work the Big Island.  It’s a nice place 20 minutes or so from Hilo.  There’s an ocean view, but I can’t take a good picture right now with the sunrise.

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We are just two little blocks from the ocean.  But the coast is not exactly “beach-like” on this corner of the island.  Sharp basalt boulders don’t mix well with waves and human bodies, so I shall swim elsewhere.

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Being on the rain forest side means it’s usually raining by mid afternoon.  But it also means the forest is lush with all kinds of vegetation I can’t even begin to identify, save for the ones with fruit I recognize.  Coconut palms are everywhere and there’s even a new one growing from its over-sized seed on the edge of the yard.  This picture also has bamboo and a young banana tree in it so I guess I know more than I thought.

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I mentioned a tropical storm in my last post.  Hilda fizzled into a non-event, as predicted, producing only some nuisance rain as far as I was concerned.  I took it in stride and went to the movies while Hilda’s remnants staggered ashore.

Jake B’s Hawaiian Adventure

So long Alaska, hello Hawaii.  Or “aloha”, I suppose.

Yes, it seems my whirlwind of cool places has brought me to The Big Island out here in Hawaii.   It’s the same old job on the work end, but the severe change in latitude and longitude has taken me from the subtropical evergreen forests of southeast Alaska to an actual rain forest on the southeast end of the Big Island.

Already I have seen some of the stark contrasts this island has to offer.  The thick vegetation of the jungle sudden breaks into the cracked and crumpled starkness of a basalt lava flow younger than myself.

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This moonscape is in turn broken by the brilliant azure of the Pacific Ocean where 10 foot waves thunder into the jagged shore.

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The house I am staying in for the next month has no A/C so the open windows let in the chorus of insects and the invasive Coqui Frog.  Though the frogs are considered a nuisance by local standards, I find the calls soothing when combined with the drone of a fan.  Just like a warm spring night in northern Wisconsin.

Hawaii does have a lot of problems with invasive species, however, and I’ll probably touch on that some more in the future.

Meanwhile, I should mention that there is this weak hurricane slowly making its way toward Hawaii.

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But by the time Hilda brushes up against this island it will barely be able to muster the title of “Tropical Storm”; if that.  There’s a lot of upper-level wind shear that will smack it down in the next two days and it will only be a gusty rain event when it gets here.  It has produced some cool surf on this side of the island.  Expect some more content related to this little weather event in the next few days.

Is This Thing On?

Even before it was brought to my attention, I was aware that I was neglecting this space for far too long.  A little bit of apathy mixed with spending several months in places I have been before combine to create a lack of inspiration for updates.

But hey, you’ve waited longer for new episodes of your favorite TV shows. 😉

The first months of 2015 find me back in New Mexico and revisiting many of the same roads I traveled in late 2013 and early 2014.  The familiarity is both an asset and a burden.  On the one hand, I know where some cool spots are and can work the project schedule to accommodate being near nicer towns.

For example, the ample day hiking opportunities in the Silver City area.

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But I also know just how crummy certain roads are and what types of local events and industries make it difficult to operate in certain areas.

The rest of this month, I will be doing work in the north central part of the state in the area of the Sangre de Christo and Jemez Mountains.  This being February, it’s the peak of ski season and that means lots of tourists on the weekends.  Especially this year since mountains further south (and closer to Texas) are lacking snow.  Which means I’ll be spending many a night in Santa Fe for a while.  But more on that in a future post, maybe.

For now, have a look at the state bird of New Mexico running around a gas station in the middle of the state’s largest city just a couple miles from the central business district.

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Meep, Meep!

One Last Cast

My time in Alaska has come to an end.  It’s off to the next assignment; which just so happens to be a return to Utah for a couple weeks.

Alaska has been amazing.  And getting paid to be up there wasn’t bad, either.  The day before I left, I wanted one more chance to catch some fish, so I headed a few miles outside of Ketchikan to a small lake about a mile upstream from the ocean.

The lake was jammed with Pink Salmon.  After a bit of trial and error with different lures, I found one they liked and had a great time wrestling a few of them to the shore.  Pink Salmon are also called “Humpback Salmon” and it’s easy to see why.

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I eventually lost that lure and packed it in.  The lakeside trail took me back to the van through monstrous old-growth Sitka Spruce.  The entire area has a real “Forest Moon of Endor” vibe.  It was a great way to wrap up an outstanding trip filled with unbelievable scenery, awesome wildlife and fantastic fishing.  And we managed to complete everything we needed to on the business end, but who’s going to remember that?

On to the next adventure!

Ferry Tales

I’ve taken ferry rides a few times in my life.  Both crossings of Lake Michigan.  The long ride to Isle Royale from the U.P.  A hour or so across the mouth of Puget Sound.  It’s always a fun departure from the normal modes of transport.

For the last month and a half, my life has revolved around ferry schedules as we move from island to island via the Alaska Marine Highway.  The voyages all have stupendous scenery as the ships travel across wide sounds and through narrow channels.  Sometimes the land is so close it looks like you could jump to the shore from the boat.  Other times, fog and rain make it impossible to tell what direction you are going.

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There’s always plenty of wildlife to see.  Lots of wading birds, water fowl, terns, gulls, eagles… Every so often you catch a glimpse of an otter or a seal.  Whale sightings are virtually guaranteed in the summer.  A half hour out of Juneau on one trip, an armada of sightseeing boats drew my attention and soon the water’s surface erupted from the exhale of one of Earth’s largest animals.  With the boat and the people in the background, you start to get a sense of how huge a whale really is.

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The Alaska Marine Highway was set up not long after statehood as a way to provide regular, affordable service between the communities scattered among the archipelago of islands in southeast Alaska.  Many of the ships are the same ones that debuted along with the system.  They’ve got big ships to make the long hauls up and down the coast, smaller ships to make daily runs between closer towns and a couple fast ones for trips between more populous cities.  All of them are named after glaciers in Alaska.

This one is the M/V LeConte and it was actually built in Wisconsin; Sturgeon Bay to be specific.

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Alaska is truly an international travel destination.  People come from all over the world to see the fjords, mountains, wildlife and glaciers and absorb the local culture.  This part of America is actually closer to places in Europe than it is places in the United States as the crow (or the Airbus) flies.  It’s a much shorter trip to Alaska from Hamburg or Oslo than it is from Atlanta or Miami.  One evening, I shared the ferry’s lounge (bar) with half a dozen Germans, two French speakers and an Aussie.  It was rather funny watching that Aussie chat up a grad student from Montana on her way to gather data on bears for the summer.

Any ferry ride of at least a couple hours will have food available.  Comes in handy when you need to catch an early ferry and couldn’t stop for a bite beforehand.  Only the largest of the ferries have a dedicated lounge with a full bar.  They do a good job of stocking local brews from Juneau.  The decor can be quite “vintage”.  The best example being the bar on the M/V Columbia.

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Funky.

The Tourists

Ketchikan often reminds me of some of the major vacation towns in northern Wisconsin.  Similar to Minocqua, Hayward, Eagle River or my own home town, it started life as a base of operations for extraction industries; timber and fisheries.  But as time passed and those resources were over-exploited and then closely regulated, a wholesale shift occurred toward tourism.  The only differences being how long ago it happened and how the tourist get there.  The transition to a tourism based economy happened within my lifetime.  And instead of the tourists streaming up Highway 51, the tourists pour off of the 2-4 cruise ships that are docked here at any given time over the summer.

If you have ever been on a cruise ship anywhere in the world, you have an idea of the size of the ones that park themselves bow-to-stern here in Ketchikan.  The Tongass Narrows (the waterway between Ketchikan and its neighboring island) are no wider than the Mississippi River is in the upper Midwest so these large ships are even more impressive in this context.

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Among the locals I’ve talked to, there is a bit of nostalgia for days of Ketchikan as a major fishing port and lumber town.  But at the same time, they cannot deny the immense and vital revenue stream that comes with these cruise ships.  It’s basically the reason this town exists nowadays.  Still there’s always a bit of melancholy about a place that now has to cater to those with disposable income.  It’s the downside to living in a beautiful place.  Other people want to come and gawk at it, take pictures of its quaintness, pick up a T-shirt and an embossed shot glass as proof that they once visited someplace cool.  It’s a balance between the pride such attention fosters and the resentment of dealing with people who have expectations about a place based on a brochure or a website.  You’ll have that any where tourists congregate.

There is a townie bar near where I am staying and I have had the opportunity to get some older dudes to start talking about this and that.  It’s one of the more interesting aspects of traveling so much.  You invariably get to talking to some local about whatever if you post up at the right bar.  I feel like people open up a little more about their town when you tell them you’re there for work instead of leisure.  There is less obligation to impress and you get more straight talk about what’s good and what’s bad.

VLA

Today my travels took me to the National Radio Astronomy Observatory’s Very Large Array along US 60 in western New Mexico.

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The collection of 27 dishes pick up signals on the electromagnetic spectrum from distant objects in the universe like black holes and supernovae and every other awesomely cool phenomena waiting for its own episode of Star Trek.  (C’mon, CBS; get on that!)

They can move the antennae around with these sets of double railroad tracks, one of which crosses the highway.

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We’ve been driving past this facility periodically for over a month and finally had the time to visit the actual visitor’s center today.

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There’s some cool stuff there especially if you’re into science and astronomy.  You look around at all these gargantuan machines probing into the far corners of known space and it makes you feel better about our species.  Here we have a sizable investment of resources devoted to the advancement of human knowledge.  The 27 dishes combining their efforts to effectively create a single antenna miles and miles across is an uplifting metaphor for what people can accomplish when we try.

I definitely picked up some swag at the gift shop.  I wish I had more time to hang out at the VLA, but this time of year, we’ve gotta take advantage of high sun to do our job.  We’ve got our own science data to collect.

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Gila Mountains

Here’s a few cool shots from the last few days around the Gila Mountains near Silver City.

Saw a few of these spiny lizards scooting around.  I’ve got pictures of bigger ones, but this little guy is so nicely camouflaged it’s a way cooler shot.

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The flooding is still lingering in a few spots.  We’ll have to come back to this spot later outside of Glenwood where Whitewater Creek is doing it’s best to obliterate this road.

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Many of the campgrounds in the area were out of commission like this one in Kingston on the east slope of the mountains.  Check out that picnic table.

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It’s easily the coolest area of NM I’ve been to so far.  I just wish I could’ve got some fishing in, but with all the recent flooding, it would’ve been really tough.  I’ll be back though, but next time we’ll try and stay at hotel where the wifi doesn’t suck so I can get more frequent updates.

(reporting from I-25 exit 191)

Air/Error

I haven’t really used this space to rant about something yet.  The one thing the internet doesn’t need more of is somebody complaining about stuff.  Unless it’s mildly funny.

The topic is air.  Specifically, compressed air and its availability at gas stations.

Compressed air was once available at your neighborhood gas station for free.  Any kid could roll up on their bike and tighten up their tires at no cost because the gas station made its money selling, you know, gasoline (and Slurpees.)

Then someone decided they could monetize that service.  Now almost every one makes you pay.  In coins.  Nothing says “progress” like plugging metal disks into a machine.  It works like this:  First, find one that works.  I am not exaggerating at all when I say I saw 6 air machines today with one of these hand drawn signs taped to it.

"Sorry, try the next place."

“Sorry, try the next place.”

Now assuming the machine isn’t blocked by a parked car where a couple scuzzy looking dudes are smoking cigarettes, you can begin to dig around your vehicle for coinage.  Quarters only though; it’s high rollers only at the air pump.  They’re not going to waste their time on measly dimes or, god-forbid, nickels.  Once fed into the air machine, a timer of unknown length starts immediately.  Precious seconds now tick away because no one remembers to take off the first valve cover beforehand.  We are too busy making doubly sure we’re not accidentally feeding quarters into the vacuum cleaner which is on the same unit for some reason.

It’s finally time to top off those tires.  This is usually the point where you notices that the end of the hose that attaches to the valve stem is broken and/or missing.  Another satisfied customer!

Finally you go back to that one crappy looking gas station you passed over in your search earlier and discover they’ve still got free air.  And it’s even functional.  Ha, ha suckers!  They’re missing out on some serious coin!

-reporting from exit 191 of I-25

A rescue in Gardner

Yesterday, I had the opportunity to save a bird.

My associate and I stopped by this pond in Gardner, IL to have a little lunch; a spot I selected because I figured I could take a few casts.

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As I fished, I noticed this bird sitting on a dead branch fairly close to me; close enough that it seemed odd it hadn’t flown away.  The bird was a juvenile green heron and it sure looked like it wanted to leave, but didn’t.  That’s when I noticed a fishing lure was also stuck to the branch.

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Immediately I figured the young bird was tangled in the line or something.  Upon closer inspection, it was worse than that; a hook from the bait was sticking into its leg.  It was stuck to the bait which was stuck to the branch; there was no way he was going to get out of that mess.

My associate and I quickly hatched a plan.  I pulled off my shoes and socks and got out my multi-tool.  I’d wade out to see if I could free the little guy.  The water was warm and the bottom was mucky as I made my way toward the branch and its captive.  Lots of weeds, too and it was deep enough that my shorts were dipping into the water.

As I closed in, the heron gave out a few squawks and tried to fly away. I was able to gather him up and snap off the dead branch so I could bring him up to the shore where the two of us could work on the problem.

Using the pliers on the multi-tool, I was able to cut off the hooks and work the embedded one out as gingerly as I could with the barb working against me.  The job complete, I let the little guy stand on my hand and recover for a bit.  He seemed to be supporting his own weight and was alert and responsive.  We speculated that the little heron wasn’t stuck for too terribly long given his relatively decent condition.  After a few minutes he tried to fly away and made to back to the edge of the pond.

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When I last saw him, the heron was sitting on another, decidedly less dangerous branch at the water’s edge.  He was in the shade so he wasn’t going to overheat and had easy access to the water so he won’t dehydrate and might even get a meal or two.  He stands a pretty good chance of living now, but even if he doesn’t, it will be far more dignified than being hung up on a branch like that.

It’s somewhat ironic that this bird was put in peril because of a careless fisherman and then another fisherman comes along and frees him.

Honest Abe

Pontiac has a lot going on in its downtown including a Route 66 museum, a bunch of mid-century inspired murals, a gorgeous courthouse, a car museum featuring Pontiacs (amazing, right?) and this life size statue of the state’s most important resident.

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The Vermillion River yielded one nice bass and a couple of panfish to boot.

Get your kicks…

It’s raining today and we’re getting some routine maintenance done on the van. The garage I’m at in Pontiac, IL has embraced its location on the historic route of US 66.

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The place is full of old school cars and stuff.
Nostalgia for a bygone era that probably wasn’t as great as everyone remembers. For example, all these cool old cars were spewing lead into the air while getting 8 mpg. And they were horrible death traps in a collision.
But they sure were classy, poison belching death machines. That’s completely absent in modern cars. Somebody slap some tail fins on a Honda or something! Ha, ha!

Rain day

Today is a rainout so I find myself chillin’ in DeKalb, home of Northern Illinois University. Tried my hand at disc golf and shot +9 in the rain. It’s probably even more fun when the weather is nice.
The hotel is in adjacent Sycamore, but the two towns are united by a seamless commercial strip. This is some flat land around here. Don’t think I’ll get around town tonight as I spent most of the afternoon drinking beer and watching movies I’ve already seen. My Italian beef sandwich is ready so I shall commence mawing down on this beauty forthright.

The Quad

I’ve got a couple off days in this quartet of river towns straddling the Mississippi.  Spent much of today doing some fishing in the Rock River.   Lots of activity there!  Pelicans, cormorants, herons, hoards of little minnows that would nibble on your feet if you waded in.  I caught one drum, half a dozen wee catfish and this feisty little guy:Image

That’s a softshell turtle.  I was able to unhook it, but he got to keep my worm.  There were dozens of these things scooting around.

I was disappointed to see the local minor league baseball team is on the road this week.  It looks like a nice little stadium there in Davenport.  It’s a Midwest League team called the River Rats.  I may see about procuring some swag tomorrow.

My hotel room has a nice view of the cloverleaf interchange between I-74 and I-280 by the airport.  It’s one of only a handful of places where one needs to navigate a loop to follow the ‘mainline’ of an interstate highway.  (One of the other ones is the next interchange east!)

I expect to be in this area for the next several days so I have plenty of time to explore.