Desert Christmas

Macro Cacti, originally uploaded by ParsecTraveller.

Before today, I had never gone hiking in the desert during a rainstorm.

Well, I guess there's a first time for everything.

I saw these cacti growing high on Sunrise Peak near Scottsdale, Arizona. A rainstorm had just blown through, and the setting sun was creating golden light everywhere. Directly behind me was a 180° rainbow, and considering its desert location, it was pretty spectacular.

Talk about a great Christmas.

Irchester-Wollaston-Doddington crossing-Irchester

9 miles approx. Barry, Gordon, Maureen. Misty, fine weather.





We started from Irchester (Woodlands Road) and took a footpath between two houses, which led us over fields, across the B569 and to Wollaston. We emerged into Wollaston near the Scott Bader factory, and some houses, including one with several chickens in the garden.





































































We walked through Wollaston, past the church which was slightly to the right of our route, and spotted an attractive walled park, once part of the manor house. The seats were tempting, but it was far too early for a break, so we carried on and crossed the A509. We followed the road towards Great Doddington, turning right after a third of a mile or so. Our path turned slightly to the left (north-west), and we took a path between two lakes, and along a track towards Doddington Crossing and the Mill where several narrowboats were moored.







At this point we joined the Nene Way, and followed it along the river into Wellingborough. This was part of my route on August 5th, on a fine hot day!








Wellingborough Embankment - just right for a stop. Thank you for the scones, Maureen!





After a break we carried on along the riverside.(I did a bit of this accidentally on August 16th) Loads of swans, ducks and gulls hang out there. There were a lot of horses grazing. Most of them had manes and tails covered in burrs, like this poor fellow.



When the mainline viaduct came into view we started to make our way towards Chester house.











At this point we joined the Nene Way again (see my walk on Tuesday 16 August).
We walked around to the right of the house to investigate the site of a walled Roman town. We saw part of it, but there may have been more.

Behind Chester House, which is being restored, repaired or rebuilt, is the remains of a walled kitchen garden with conservatory and fruit trees - just out of our reach!



We had to cross the A45. It has a central reservation and path, so is possible with care. Then we took Chester Road, past Townend Farm into Irchester, passing Lower Farm, and a cottage called Cwmnene. We made a small detour to look at the info board in St Katharine's Walk, and to seek out the (very small) Catherine Wheel which is part of the weathervane. Ha ha - wrong lens again ;-)




I like the banded stone effect. The spire is the tallest in the county.

A short walk took us back to the start of the walk.





I was pleased to have walked along part of the Nene I hadn't covered before.




October : Update about Chester Farm site - they may open a heritage centrefor the Roman site.

Real Gone

Friends began to suspect it some time ago, but I didn't want to talk about it. I didn't want to admit it, even to myself. But now it's gotten to the point that it's affecting my sleep, my social life, even my work on the blog. And so the time has come to tell the truth:I am building a bicycle frame.




My mentor isMike Flanigan- fabled builder, instructor, and patron saint of the local steel-addicted youth.So at least I am in good hands. But why do this at all? I don't think it will lead anywhere. I don't think I will be good at it. It's something I simply can't help.




In part, I blame my environment: Boston is so replete with framebuilders, that the behaviour has become normalised here.Perhaps naively, I thought that I could watch friends light up those frame joints over and over and not get tempted. But after 3 years of it, I caved. "I'll try it once," I said.




Then there is the annoying combination of my curiosity about things like bike handling and frame geometry, coupled with my poor ability to grasp abstract concepts. In the end, I do not see a good way to "get" this stuff other than the hands-on method. If I want to understand tubing diameter and thickness, I should work with some tubing. If I want to understand frame geometry, I should put one together and see how everything fits.




Finally, having worked on a few collaborative projects with framebuilders now, I kept feeling uncomfortable with not understanding their process as thoroughly as I would have liked. When working with a fabricator on a future project, I want to be 100% aware of what I am looking at and agreeing to, not 90% as I was during the latest one. If I am interested in bicycle design, I need to go through the fabrication process myself at least once.




So those are my reasons. Maybe they are logical, maybe not, I have lost perspective at this point. But in any event,here I am: eyes blurry after weeks of reading and re-reading what I only somewhat grasp, and elbows deep in tubing which I am almost certain to ruin. And I haven't even gotten into the hard stuff yet. The brazing, that point of no return, begins next week. Mike seems to think I will actually be able to ride the bike I make, but I am not getting my hopes up.




I've been taking a lot of notes, and will continue to do so in the following weeks. I plan to post at least some of these notes online here(the name "Not a framebuilder" is a joke, inspired by my encounters with Bruce Gordon and Richard Sachs).There is not much content there at the moment, but the notes are coming. I will also write up a few cohesive posts about the whole thing on this blog, once it's over. In the end it might be a story of failure, and I am willing to accept that. Won't know unless I try!

Dry tooling? More like wet tooling!

Laura and I had a few hours to get out today. Her shoulder is still bothering her from the other day when she hit her shoulder on Anger Management and didn't want to climb, but eagerly volunteered to belay me if I wanted to climb.I opted to head to Upper Meadow again to see how much ice was left and work on our new line there. Upon arrival, we saw that the main ice pillar (finish of the climb) had fallen. As we expected, it fell in towards the cave. The other columns were still standing and/or hanging. My first assesment was that it was a little sketchy i.e. dangerousto be in there. Since we made the drive, I figured I'd give it one go. We hurried up and got ready. I started up the route,Sunday's ice was now seriously unbonded crap. I worked up through to the rock. I attempted to use some of the ice, but as expected I sent it crashing down towards Laura. When I felt the ice go Ihad her take me up. She was positioned out of the way and was fine. I pulled back on and continued up hitting each hook. I finished my burn at the lip with water pouring down my neck. Laura took me up and I lowered off. We took a few pics and hiked out, bidding the icefarwell. I can't wait for winters return and a chance to climb this fun new mixed line. By then my I should have my new Lowa"fruit boots". I can't wait to give 'em a go.Lookout sucka!!!

Raise and Fly

First the balloon which is about 3 stories high when inflated is unrolled from the large bag it is kept in. Then several people hold the bottom open while cold air from a large fan is forced in. At the proper time a propane burner which is attached to the top of the basket that holds the balloonist under the balloon is used to heat the air in the balloon. As the balloon heats it raises until it standing straight up. The balloon crew holds it on the ground with ropes until it is told it can go by the balloon referees. In this photo you can see the baskets, called gondolas with people in them. Each balloon is piloted by a licensed balloon pilot. Most balloons are from the United States, but there are pilots and their balloons as crews that come from lots of other counties.

A couple of moonlight exposures...

After my snowshoe hike yesterday I couldn't resist taking a few moonlight exposures when I got home. It was such a sublime night.... very mild for early February, with a temperature right around 30 degrees. The image above is of my house, taken from the snowshoe trail which leads down to the lake. The image below is of some icicles hanging from a rock on the beach in front of my house. Both are 30 second moonlight exposures! Enjoy...

(Below: I threw this one in just for fun. Its a piece of ice from the Lake Superior shoreline in front of my house. Isn't it amazing how clear it is? It was about an inch thick.)

Oak Thicket

We found a tiny scrub oak thicket with the leaves just turning. Several of the big limbs of the oak were laid over as if there had been heavy snow or wind damage at some time.

Wisconsin Dells Fifty Years Ago

Postcards. On the left is "Swallows' Nests, Wisconsin Dells. In the summer hundreds of swallows make their homes in holes in the sandstone cliff." And, at right is "Motor Launch on the Wisconsin River."

In a previous post I mentioned that my grandpa Vic and Aunt Shirley Phend had taken my brothers and me on a trip to the Wisconsin Dells. That was fifty years ago this week and it made the "gossip" column of the local newspaper! I'm not sure why they decided to take us along, Mom says they asked us to go simply because they thought we would enjoy the trip. We did, though now the details are a bit fuzzy. I think we were the only ones they ever took on a trip with them. I wonder if we were that ornery that they were put off doing it again? Mom did say that grandpa told her that he had to threaten us a few times to settle us down but that overall 'we were pretty good kids' so maybe they just never took another trip together. I do remember that us kids usually got along well, especially Jack and me, and that Doug was the instigator of many of the things that got us in trouble over the years. Of course, I would never start anything ;-)

In July 1957, Jack was the youngest and would turn 8 years old on the 8th of July. Doug had turned 10 in March, and I was 9 years old.

As with many of my later trips, I kept a record, sort of, of the towns we passed through. I just love the spelling of some of them. . .


The postcard below was written to my aunt Pat, one of Mom's sisters, but was apparently never mailed. That's not my signature, my Mother wrote my name in later. It says: "Dear Pat,We got to wisconson at 6:30. We went threw 31 towns. It took us 9 and a half hours to get there. It took us 350 miles to get there. How are all of you. I am fine. We went sight seeing and we went on a boat ride and we saw some Indinas."
My sister was only three years old at the time, so she didn't get to go along. This card was sent to her: "Dear Terry, I am fine. How are you. We are going to see some Indians tomorrow and we are going to take a boat ride.From Becky and Jacky.

Silver Salt and Pepper Shakers

Creek

We found this little creek with lots of water in it. In another couple of months it will be all gone and nothing but a dry creek bed.

Winter OR

Remember a lot of the new gear and clothing I am showing here won't be available at your local retailers until summer (at best usually) or Fall of !



It is a BIG show to cover in a couple of days. This year I got a late start and the driving was pretty bad, so my time was cut to just one full day at the show and a day in the BC at Alta on the snow.



Here were the highlights that interested me. Some of it I have been using for a while and will have a review up soon. Some I have and haven't yet used and some of it I will likely never see :) And a bunch of it I am scrambling toget my hands on asap.






The nasty 800 mile drive was a great comparison of old and new technology, Julbo, Vaurnet and Cebe sun glasses. No flies here. Review coming shortly.









Scarpa! Even at the predicted price point (read expensive) I predict the Rebel Ultra will rock the NA alpine market! These are just nowhitting the warehouse in Colorado. Review coming asap. Going to take a lot to get me out of the Phantom Ultra. My hybrid 6000 did that. But the Rebel Ultra may well keep me out of them year around.





Dang! Edit note: 2/5/13 A reader, Zgemba, noted the new toe on the Rebel Carbon which I had missed!! Actually a new boot called the Rebal Pro GTX. Which is a INSULATED Rebel Carbon with clip on crampon attachments. (Thanks Raf! ) The new sole allows for clip on crampons and it is insulated. Both area huge improvement over the Rebel GTX for the majority of my own use. Nice catch Zgemba and Raf! Damn it! Now I want two new pairs of boots. It never ends!!
















Ski Trab, skis and bindings. One of the major players in ski mountaineering which you are about to hear more of.
















Scarpa SkiMo race boots....hugely popular. More to come. Gotta wonder how they climb :)





A quick look at the newest Dynafit skis. I'm waiting for my own pair of the bright red Nanga Parbat. Going to be hard to impress me after two seasons on the Broad Peak and another on the Seven Summit. They promise me I will be impressed.









The newest TLT6with no TLT5 in sight!! That hurts! More weight, stiffer boot. Not the direction I would have preferred. So I am stocking up on the TLT5 first.



















Dynafit 115g (yes 4oz. total weight) and 160g (5.5oz total weight)race bindings. I have been skiing *everywhere* the last two years on the 115g Low Tech Race and theDynafit Broad Peak skis.












And a damn fine climbing boot it is as well!In my size 45s?

La
Sportiva Batura 2.o. 2#2oz / 970g
La
Sportiva Trango Evo Extreme GTX 2#3oz (35oz) / 992g

Scarpa
Phantom Ultra new model 2#3.5oz (35.5oz) / 1006g

Scarpa
Phantom Guide new model 2#7.5oz / 1120g

La
Sportiva Batura 2nd gen. 2#9oz / 1170g

La
Sportiva Nepal Evo 2#10.5oz / 1205g



The
DyNA PDGis 870g per boot in a 29 shell or 1.9 POUNDS....1 # 14oz or 30oz!
Dropping a full 10oz per pair off my size 45 from the lightest FABRIC ice
climbing boot!









More on ski packs from Camp and Dynafit coming

















Outdoor Research just floored me with all the great alpine and ice gloves they are no making today. OR has always been good. Now? Simply stunning with such a broad collection of speciality gloves. Look for a full review of every model I think is exceptional from OR...and there are a lot of them! Bravo OR!












La Sportiva's new SkiMo race boot! You'll have to stand in line to get these. Short line but it is STEEP buy in! Yes, sick as it is I want some!








And La Sportiva's SkiMo boot for the normal folks.








This one from Petzl made me crazy. A bolt on "Dart" reinvented. Now we just need a clip on model...Please!! Oh, PLEASE Santa!!! Lynx meets Dart...finally! Wel almost anyway. My bet is they are floating around Chamonix already. Anyone care to hold that bet for me?







One, if not THE, coolest thing at the show...Petzl's new hand sharpener for ice screws. This thing really rocks. You'll never have to send me (or anyone else) your screws again






Petzls newest ice screws, now with a crank, new teeth and a aluminum version that should again...rock the alpine world! Hopefully more on these two coming up.





Petzl harnesses always deserve a second look.





The one item I saw that really opened up my imagination this show. Always a surprise what that "ONE" piece of gear might be. Last summer it was the new Scarpa Rebel Ultra. This show surprisingly it was the new Arcane Hoody from the Canada's Westcomb. Sewn at home. A stretch Shoeller super light weight soft shell, fully water proof and breathable with taped seams and 180g of Primaloft. This thing is going to make the Duelly obsolete. And almost half the retail price! It is NUMBER ONEon my hit list right now.








Speaking of the Duelly...the Solo (one layer of insulation) now has a hood and is back with the Duelly (two layers of insulation) and some small fit changes! Awesome climbing jackets. And a bunch of new down from Arcteryx as well.













La Sportivas new 4 buckle full on combat AT boots. .the lightest weight boot in that category we were told