John & Anne Wiley

2010/07/30

Soo View

We’ve arrived in Thunder Bay after a tiring day that offered many invitations to frustration. Turns out this is declared to be a “Cultural Capital of Canada.” That got us a bit excited when we read it at the airport in Soo Canada. When I asked the airport line guy upon arrival here, he just stared at me speechless. Finally he stammered, “Well, we have some nightclubs…”

Meanwhile, thought you might like to see the snap I caught of the Locks as we turned East after takeoff from Soo US for a quick tour before turning West again toward the Soo Canada airport.

0038 Sault Ste Marie Locks

0038 Sault Ste Marie Locks

The Canadian side is across the top, the surviving rapids are below the darker green island with a cloud shadow, just right of the bow of the ship in the nearest Lock is the observation area we climbed up in, the white square building in front of the middle of the ship is one of the cool museums we visited. In a while we’ll probably post more words and pix from the day.

2010/07/29

Soo Looks & Locks

Today we playfully walked back to the airport to check on Tripp, chatting merrily and pausing to look at flowers and other fascinations. Our plan was to arrive in time for the Wednesday aviation-buff lunch. Every week some local EAA (the group that does Oshkosh and much more) chapter members and others just interested in planes and/or flying, gather for lunch and socializing. Well, we were 1-1/2 hours late so only half a dozen were still around.

0005 Tripp at KANJ

0005 Tripp at KANJ

Still we had great conversations with them, and also ended up with a “courtesy car” to tour Sault Ste Marie. In many ways it’s an ordinary town with Wallmart and other businesses stretched along the highway. But down by the locks it’s a major tourist attraction.

0008 Workers & Observers

0008 Workers & Observers

A temporary “attraction” is the major construction work that’s disrupting commerce but entertaining at least two old guys who were watching the two workers whose helmets you can barely see down in the hole.

0025 Boat Tour

0025 Boat Tour

A bigger attraction is the frequent boat tours of the locks and surrounding waters. Some in each group seemed to enjoy every moment, while some seemed to be loyal accomplices who’d rather be somewhere else. I enjoy watching people interact, and this moment in time evokes so many stories in my mind. What was the woman in the gray parka thinking just before she noticed my camera?

The biggest attraction we saw was the old street parallel to the locks, lined with fudge shops, cafes, restaurants, antiques, curios, and of course ice cream.

0016 Street Scene

0016 Street Scene

The older girl in the family at left seems at the age where text messages are more interesting than ice cream (or most anything else). There are some great museums on the canal side of this street, and those too attract many visitors.

After our own walking tour, we hopped back in the car to drive further along the lock and tour the town a bit.

0031 Kite

0031 Kite

At the Lake Superior end of the locks we paused to watch a guy flying a complex kite. Want to guess how fast those cars and trucks on the bridge are going? I won’t keep you in suspense, or let you worry about them being so close together at freeway speed. They are parked. Occasionally they inch forward one car (or truck) length, and that gap passes lazily back along the line like the movement of a caterpillar (which might move at about the same average speed). No, it’s not rush hour, it’s the US/Canada border crossing. The entire length of the bridge is stopped in both directions. At least they have a great view. We wanted to walk up there, but were told there’s no pedestrian access to the bridge. We have an airplane that might make for a less time-consuming crossing tomorrow. 🙂

0032 Rail Bridges

0032 Rail Bridges

We were briefly intrigued by the different railroad bridges. Anne couldn’t figure out why the high one doesn’t go anywhere, until I pointed out it’s a drawbridge. It has massive counter-weights hanging on cables at each end, and the whole thing raises up so ships that are tall and wide can pass freely through the lock. The bridge adjoining to the left is a more classical drawbridge that splits in the middle, also balanced by the big concrete blocks on angled girders at each end. That one would only pass ships that are tall but not broad (I’m guessing older ships on which only the masts were tall).

OK, we’re off to dreamland. Tomorrow we’re hoping to reach Thunder Bay and beyond as planned. Weather looks likely to cooperate.

2010/07/27

Happy Tired

There are at least as many kinds of tired for me as there are types of snow for Eskimos. You have hard work tired, stifling heat tired, boredom tired, lack of sleep tired, and on. Today I’m happy tired. I just saw a P-51 flying fast and low, and doing stunts. We had started walking toward the gate to get an early lead on the mobs still watching the stunning stunt plane routines, when that sound snapped my head around. The sound of the P-51 engine is both riveting and enchanting for me. Even when they’re idling, the crackling rumble is distinctive. Mid-stride, I was walking back toward the field to watch. Anne asked if an airplane was in trouble or something, not having my romantic attachment to that sound.

Alas, after a few steps it had already dwindled into the distance so I thought maybe it was leaving the area. Then I remembered the hand-held nav/comm radio I’d just bought.  Finding a seat in the shade I unpacked it and scanned for the “Air Boss” channel (133.85 as I recall). I heard the P-51 pilot report ready for his routine, so we found a better vantage point in the shade and waited. Watching the bone-crushing maneuvers of the stunt pilots was more fun, as we listened to their calm radio calls. How can someone snapping plus and minus 5-10 times the force of gravity sound as if they’ve been sipping beer watching football?

So even after walking several thousand miles today in the muggy sun, I’m happy tired. Again though, I didn’t bring along the stuff needed for sharing photos! 😦

We talked with several experts about valve failure potential in 0360 engines, and got some new ideas for what to look for in assuring our engine will be solid for another thousand hours of flying. Most notably pulling the exhaust manifold open and inspecting the exhaust valve shaft near the head for signs of rust or pitting. Another suggestion was to get the much more expensive “valve wobble” test, though experts are quite divided on whether it’s definitive or even better than much cheaper tests like the “bore scope” exam Tripp had just before our departure. We’ll think about it all, and then talk to our mechanic when we get back home.

Even with all the things to see and do though, the most fun part of AirVenture (I still think of it as Oshkosh), is people. The people you hear talking about all things aviation as they stroll past gives me the feeling of being in my flock. If I say bore scope to my psychologist friends, they wonder if it’s a new objective boredom quantification tool. (Actually, it’s just a little tv camera and light on the end of a flex shaft that mechanics stick into the guts of an engine to have a look inside without all the work of taking it apart)

People we talk with are always fun and interesting. Aviators and the people who love them are just birds of a feather I guess. We know what it’s like to skim between white fluffy clouds, or avoid scary thunderstorm cells. We’ve tasted the joy of watching the world unfold in dream time. We share the pride and affection toward a complex anti-gravity machine. Each of us has felt the tug to take flight when a plane passes overhead.

Speaking of which, I’m getting really twitchy to fly! Watching all these planes coming and going, the display and stunt flights, and all the planes and flying gear, well … I’m ready for some air in my hair!

Tomorrow our tentative plan is to go for a couple of hours and then fly out in the afternoon or early Wednesday depending on weather. Kinda adds to the happy in our tired, knowing we’re still pretty early in this big North by Northwest adventure. 🙂

2010/07/22

Warmth

It looks like we’ll be taking off today despite a bunch of last minute glitches. Of course, we haven’t gone to the airport yet to make sure Tripp’s ready and willing to carry us beneath her sturdy wings.

As we ripped through lists in the last few days an especially heartwarming thing began to happen. Friends and neighbors spontaneously offered to keep and eye on our place. It feels so good to receive their caring in this way! The first time it happened the warmth of this offering swept over us in a wave. As others have come forward, we’re swimming in warm seas of support. It’s not the increased chance our modest home will be intact for our return. Much more, the experience of being cared about and that people “have our backs.” Wonderful!

The other theme of warmth we’re exploring today, is what the weather looks like on the first leg – north to Yellowstone. We’ll be lucky to take off before dusk, so today’s hop may be short. Maybe just to Kernville airport at Lake Isabella, unless we decide to fly by the light of the half moon and land in the dark somewhere in the desert of NV or UT and hope for a hotel. For a glimpse of the warmth, here’s a contour map of Celsius surface temperatures from this afternoon. Hopefully the high desert locations will cool down in the evening!

AfternoonSurfaceTemps

Afternoon Surface Temps

Could be worse I guess, since those purple areas are about 100-110F. Maybe the white part is on fire?

2010/07/15

Bingeing & Fish Hooks

We finally got some of the stuff on the “To Buy” part of our list for the trip, and we might have gone just a tad overboard. Did we really need mosquito hat covers?

Something we enjoy on “altered” State Street, is overhearing snippets of conversation. Sometimes we notice ours too. Like as we passed a guy sitting on a bench waiting outside some apparel store for his wife. I said, “It’s comfy, but I can’t take it off!” Now that snippet in itself is entertaining for us, but the context was our jocular discussion of what it would be like to wear a velcro jacket. By now maybe you’re wondering how this relates to shopping for the trip.

In the sporting goods store, we talked for probably ten minutes about whether to buy fishing hooks and line. In retrospect, the dialog must have been riddled with snippets we’d enjoy hearing from others as we passed them in the aisles. “We’d need a license.” “Not if we’re fishing for survival.” Now you might get a hint that there was a darker side to this particular dialog.

The route we plan to fly will always be within gliding distance of roads and settled areas, as was our plan for the Big Adventure. Even on that flight in generally more developed areas than we contemplate in this one, there were a few times we wandered off to look at stuff. One region that comes to mind is Big Bend in TX, where we got into some fairly remote areas. As pilots might guess, I climbed to increase our options but am glad they weren’t needed. So since we don’t fish for sport, as Anne contemplated a scenario where fish hooks would be useful, her mood darkened. Fortunately we worked through it, and since the minimalist fishing gear was small, light and cheap we went for it. More options.

So tonight we begin piling stuff to sort, weigh, and then try to pack into Tripp. For the Big Adventure flight we had our small car packed to the roof with stuff, and were surprised when it all fit comfortably into Flash. This time we might fly without the back seat, which would produce even more space – and probably more ease in loading. It would be nice if we can also load it in such a way that we don’t need to unload lots of stuff to get at something we need. We also need to decide whether to bring a tarp, because one of the cool things about a C-172 like Tripp is how easy it is to create a cozy place beneath a wing just by adding a tarp. Soon we’ll visit a few other stores on our List Quest, but maybe we’ll dial back the binge factor after looking at the pile from today’s craze. As always, comments, suggestions and warnings are welcome. 🙂

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