Another Toronto Trip

I spend part of last week working in our Toronto office. I rode my motorcycle up and back which was generally good. The way up was better since I broke it up into two parts. The way back was a pretty long 550 mile, 10 hour ride. I was feeling a bit saddle sore….

On the way up I took Route 15 most of the way up to Corning, NY, but cut off to the east to sneak into Elmira, NY, from the south. I have taken that route before. It is a beautiful trip…especially on the motorcycle. I stopped in Horseheads, NY, where I spent the first 12 years of my life. I checked out the old neighborhood. That, and the house we lived in, looked much smaller than I remembered!

From there I went north on Route 14 to Watkins Glen located at the southern end of Lake Seneca. Lake Seneca is part of the Finger Lakes which are prominent in central upstate New York. The whole area is mostly rural and very scenic. It makes for some good bike riding. Sunday was the last day of an Indy Car race yet the town seemed pretty mellow and their actually were hotel rooms available right downtown.

I grabbed a room overlooking the laundromat:

Watkins Glen Motel

and hung out at the Crooked Rooster Brewpub

Watkins Glen Motel

where I enjoyed a few summer wheat beers but no Hefeweisen which they were out of, unfortunately.

In the morning I loaded the ZRX 1200 back up with my newly acquired luggage…wore the last set out…and head north up the western shore of Lake Seneca on Route 14. At the top of the lake, after passing by a number of old, gorgeous lake houses, I picked up Route 20 west to Buffalo. I could have taken the NY State Thruway but why pay the tolls, eh? I wanted more of rural small town America without the mindlessness of the super highway.

So I hit Buffalo and headed for Port Erie and the Peace Bridge. I crossed over into Canada without any hassle for the first time in over two years. Unfortunately, it is a fairly boring 120 mile major highway drive on the QEW and the 401 to the east of Toronto where our facility and my accommodations were. NTL, I had a nice suite with kitchenette at the Hilton Suites Markham so I was happy.

Work was a mostly intense training and orientation for a new network administrator that my boss hired for the facility. The previous guy was long gone to Kenya to deal with parental matters so we had to make do with what we had. Since I, of all my team, had spend the most time up there over the last four years, nearly five months total, it fell upon me to bring Sahib up to speed as best as possible in four days.

I think I did a pretty good job but then I also had a very experienced, easy-going guy to work with. My feelings are that he will work out very well. I hope that time will prove my feelings to be true.

On the way home on Saturday, I saw much more of rural, small town America. As I noted, the Canadian side of the trip is particularly boring less the barely alive geese and dead bears on the highway. It didn’t help that the first part of this journey home I was in a fog for about 100 miles. Since the 401 and the QEW wrap around Lake Ontario on the north, west, and south sides, I guess the route is susceptible to fog. It was a bit chilly and damp but I drove out of it into decent weather.

Driving down 219 on the east side of the Allegany State Park was one of the nicest parts of the ride for a biker. The coolest town I saw on the trip home was Ellicottville in NW New York. There were beautiful old homes on shady tree lined streets. In breaks in the trees I could see the ski runs of Holiday Valley Resort. The runs looked like they were practically in the backyards of some of the homes in town.

I cannot say that there was that much more thrilling about the ride home but it was well worth it. I picked up 322 in PA and followed that to State College and back to Route 15 in Harrisburg where I headed back south to Centreville. 322 was a mix of older road, super highway with 65 MPH limits, and construction. As I said, I was a bit road weary by the time I got home, but then…ride to live…live to ride!

Weirdness in Threes

On my way home from Toronto on Saturday I saw a couple of things on the QEW that freaked me out. One was a goose that had been hit by a car. I though it was dead until I saw it feebly lifting its head. I always feel badly when I see an animal on the road that has been hit but is still alive. Then, I was cruising down the road a bit further when I saw what was definitely a dead creature off the inside lane near the divider. I think it was a bear! I am not sure what else it could have been.

The third of the the eerie things I heard about today. I have been working with a friend of mine who has a house he rents out a couple of blocks from my apartment. We were trying to see if we could find a compatible roommate for me to share the house with. My friend, Dan, thought that a salesman at his company would be a good match but I hadn’t met the guy yet. Dan called me today to tell me he had been killed in a freak bus accident this past weekend.

Apparently, he was standing on the upper deck of a double decker shuttle bus going from RFK to the Nationals’ ballpark to see the ball game when the bus went under the 11th Street bridge and he and another guy received fatal head injuries from hitting the bridge. See the article here.

Time to Return to Our Roots

In the Washington Post OpEd, “End of the Open Road -The Land of the Perpetual Frontier Meets $4-a-Gallon Gas,” dated 23 June, 2008, by Bill McKibben, Mr. McKibben discusses a few of the impacts of the high price of oil: automobile use is down, airlines are cutting routes, food costs are higher, and more people are gardening, presumably, growing vegetables. He notes that “local farmers markets are the fastest growing part of the food economy” and “in many areas the number of small farms is on the rise for the first time in a century.”

I have been thinking for years that I would like to get out of the Washington, D.C. metropolitan area. Ideally, I’d like to relocate to Upstate New York or Vermont. I would like to live in a smaller community where we provide more for ourselves rather than relying on huge chains of grocery and department stores to which goods have to be shipped from the four corners of the globe. We, as humans and communities, have to become more self-reliant and less dependent on “world-trade.”

I don’t have the sources immediately at hand to prove what I am about to say but, though it may not happen in my generation or the next, fossil fuels will soon become so scarce and so expensive that the mobile life we now know, be it in our own cars or in planes, trains, and ships for vacation or transportation of goods, will not exist. We may be able to maintain some semblance of the life we currently know through nuclear, solar, wind, tidal, and geothermal power but that is likely to provide power only for homes, businesses, and telecommunication systems…not transportation. Accordingly, we will have to be able to provide sustenance for ourselves and each other locally and regionally.

The bottom line for me is that beginning next year…should have started this year…I will try to grow some of my own vegetables wherever I might find myself. And if I have more than I can use, I’d be glad to trade them for some local product or service that someone else can provide for me.

Virginia’s Self Serving Rural Interests Hamper Transportation Infrastructure Upgrades

According to the Washington Post editorial, “Virginia: Congestion Ahead,” dated 23 June, 2008, Virginia’s “…funding for new road and rail projects will, at current projections, all but disappear within a decade as available money is sponged up by maintenance needs…” Republican leaders are blocking state-wide tax increases in favor of regional increases for Tidewater and Northern Virginia.

Don’t these narrow-minded twits realize that Tidewater and Northern Virginia are the economic engines of the state? Sure they suck up a good percentage of the tax revenue for roads and such but they certainly generate a huge percentage of the tax revenue. Without Tidewater and Northern Virginia, Virginia would be just another struggling Appalachian backwater like West Virginia and Kentucky.

If rural Virginia wants to continue to benefit from the prosperous regions of the state, it needs to sit down at the table and ante up.

Summer Is in the House

As is fairly common, the DC hot and humid summer is upon us with a storm…no pun intended. We had a very wet, relatively cool spring which of course makes the transition to deep summer very uncomfortable. Memorial Day I was camping under clear skies at which time the temps were in the low 80’s at the highest.

Since the previous Saturday we have had torrential rains, including one with strong winds, up to 65 MPH, skies as dark as I have ever seen them in the daytime, tornado sightings, one death, and, in the past few days, temperatures in the high 90’s. The previous Saturday I got drenched walking 50 feet from the grocery store to my car. Last Tuesday I got soaked from the waist down riding home from work on my motorcycle.

And yet, the previous Sunday, I was fortunate enough to meet up with my friend Buz and a few of his friends at Jack’s Boathouse on the Potomac River in Georgetown. We kayaked up river for about an hour and then eased back on down. The weather, early in the day, was perfect. We saw a number of Great Blue Herons and Mallards and at least one Kingfisher.

Buz and Amanda upriver from Jack’s

Buz and Amanda Upriver from Jack's

View from near Jack’s of the Key Bridge with the Washington Monument in the background

View from near Jack's of the Key Bridge with the Washington Monument in the background

Yesterday paddling up the Potomac from the boat landing at Algonkian Regional Park in Sterling, VA was nearly as good. Had I been other than by myself and had the weather been a bit cooler, it would have been perfect. Once again a saw a few Great Blues, Mallards, and Kingfishers.

Love That Dirty Water, DC, You’re My Home…upstream fm Algonkian Park boat landing

Love That Dirty Water, DC You're My Home...upstream from the Algonkian Regional Park boat landing

The hot weather continues today…I am not sure what the future holds…afraid to check. Suffice to say that the conditions are likely to continue for the foreseeable future and wreak havoc on my energy bill!

Pictures from Memorial Day, 2008, Camping at Val and Lawrences on the Shenandoah River

I messed up the aspect ratio on a batch resize of these photos.  Everything seems to be a bit wider than it should be.  I am too lazy right now to fix them…

Pictures from Memorial Day, 2008, Camping at Val and Lawrences on the Shenandoah River

Lucian’s Landing, Memorial Day, 2008

I am going to say that this past holiday camping weekend at Val and Lawrence’s, Lucian’s Landing, was in the top five car camping experiences I have ever had. It is great that we are camping on the Shenandoah River. We swim and paddle in it. We kayaked. I sunburnt the crap out of a leg or so…see the last picture. The weather was perfect. No rain, no humidity, not too much sun, and not too much heat.

I heard that there were between 70 and 80 tents up there! I am glad I had a relatively secluded spot. I spent three beautiful nights in my tent up there and would not take it back for anything. No planes, no trains, and no automobiles…
Cornhole practice.

Looking across the Cornhole field.  I at least recognize Dan Elbon and Julie Davidson.

I haven’t see clearer weather than this in Virginia for years.
Crystal Clear Skies.  No Humidity.  No Rain.  80 for high at the most.  Low 50's for sleeping.

Dan Elbon. He is wearing a t-shirt from one of last year’s tournament. I am not sure if it was from the Memorial or the Labor Day tournament.

Dano Wearing the Lucian's Landing T-shirt.

Scott’s kayak, car, and drying rack.

Scott's Kayak, Car, and Drying Rack.

Scott’s campsite. Device to the left of my tent is the high water marker… Actually it is a Cornhole scoreboard with a two beer holder built into it. Perfect!

Scott's Campsite.  Device to the Left of My Tent Is the High Water Marker

Seven of us got two drivers to take us up river about six or eight miles. We put in there and floated/paddled back down to Val and Lawrence’s. It took about 2.5 hours. The water was much higher than it was last Memorial Day when Buzz and I ran it.

Here are Doogie and his sister Catherine on the way down the river with us.

Here are Doogie and his sister Catherine.

What happens when I don’t put sunscreen on my legs before going kayaking. I am lucky that leg did not wind up in the box with the pig that Lloyd was roasting for the group dinner.