John & Anne Wiley

2011/05/11

Fear

I have a little time this morning as we wait for improving weather, we’ve had a minor reassessment this morning, and I got a slightly concerned inquiry. So I’m going to share a little about Fear in case anyone’s interested. If you’re prone to worry or want stuff about adventure and fun, please feel free to skip this post in case it might just distract you from enjoying the normal stream of this blog.

If you’re still reading, I appreciate any concern you may have about our safety because one of the greatest sources of delight for Anne and me is to be cared about. If after reading this you have questions, please email us and share (though it might be a while before we have time to respond).

The reassessment had to do with what we want from this most difficult part of our planned flying adventure: the Canadian Maritime Provinces. It’s difficult because we have to hassle with more expensive and less functional cellphone and internet connections, airports, fuel, and possibly food and accommodations (being colder than here, camping is a less attractive option too). It’s also potentially more dangerous, due to being less populated, some relatively long flights over very cold water, and less favorable weather.

So the fears we talked about this morning are about spending more money per day, possibly waiting for days on the ground hoping weather will clear when it might not, and what are the risks. I tend to look first at the worst case, and work my way back from there. Having read a lot about what we’re about to do, my opinion is that the worst would be a forced landing into trees so I’ve investigated how likely that is and considered means of mitigating the risk.

The chances of a sudden mechanical problem that would leave no option other than landing in trees is quite small. The number of aircraft like ours that have this happen is significantly less than the number of serious car accidents per mile of travel, so the risk is quite small. Among other things, we’ve had Tripp carefully checked before starting this adventure and she’s actually in considerably better shape than when we bought her (partly because we’ve fixed everything and partly because we’re flying so much, and that’s good for her engine). I’ve worked alongside several highly-skilled and experienced aircraft mechanics, and assured myself of her good health while also learning what to watch for so as to avoid problems in flight.

Another safety measure we use when flying in less populated areas with lots of trees or other unfavorable terrain for forced landing, is following major roads. Since we can glide 1.5 miles for every 1,000 feet above ground, following roads doesn’t add much to the time and distance of our flights but it does add options. Obviously we can land on the road itself since traffic is light, but there also tend to be more people around which means help fixing whatever the problem might be and more open fields, etc. to land in.

Flying over water, we climb high enough to glide over land in event of problems. Our longest water crossing on this flight is less than 1/2 hour, our engine is rated for at least 2,000 hours of highly reliable operation, and this adventure will probably tally up to 100 hours or less.

I recall a line in the book Dune something like, “Fear is the mind killer.” How I like to greet fear is by allowing the feeling, which tends to pass in a few seconds. Then, rather than dwell on it and feed it, as mentioned above I go to the worst case and engage my mind in exploring the actual risks.

I hope some of this might have been interesting, informative, or helpful in some way.

2011/05/09

Boston Quartet

Common, Adams, John, and Art today. First we strolled the Common, where we saw the common scene of a boy chasing a squirrel.

9454 Common

9454 Common

The rodent won. There’s plenty of revolutionary history, and earlier, in this the first park (converted from an overgrazed cow pasture that coined the term “tragedy of the common”) in the world. Democracy won.

9466 Statehouse

9466 Statehouse

Then we strolled Winter Street until we came to Summer.

9479 Winter & Summer

9479 Between Seasons

After quickly figuring out the Boston subway system (about 30 minutes with help from several people) we rode out to Quincy, which of course is home to lots of Adams Family stuff. Not the TV show, two U.S. Presidents and a truly remarkable woman named Abigail. The sequel to George Washington (hint: John Adams) was born here, and we found it moving to imagine him running around the large farm and tracking mud in the back door.

9484 John Adams' Birthplace

9484 John Adams' Birthplace

It’s now on the corner of a busy street surrounded by nail salons and other miscellanea, but without the boy born here things might well have turned out differently for us. After some time here and at other apples of Adams’ eye we hopped the train back through Boston out to Harvard, named for another John.

9522 John Harvard (sorta)

9522 John Harvard (sorta)

This lovely bronze of John Harvard apparently isn’t him. They didn’t know what he looked like, so some other guy was chosen to pose for the sculpture to honor the man who inspired this inspiring American institution. The campus and surrounding town are much as you’ve seen and imagined, and lots of fun to wander.

9529 Cambridge

9529 Cambridge

Back on the subway for the quick ride to M.I.T. where we met Art. In this case the FAST kind. It was a show named FAST Light (Festival of Art, Science & Technology), distributed around the campus and attracting large and diverse crowds of people wandering around with free maps and wide eyes.

9558 Stairlight

9558 Stairlight

9593 Art Eyes

9593 Art Eyes

It didn’t take long for us to get “art eyes” that make everything art. Looking across the Charles from campus, our eyes were wide just like those first people we saw looking at the installation.

9602 Floating Art

9602 Floating Art

The blue line you see is colored lights that were pulsing and changing all along the span of the Harvard Bridge, on the massive sculpture that’s red/orange here, and the blue balls (some of which faded to green). I wondered how distracted drivers on the bridge were. Strolling back through campus toward the subway, another artwork next to a ripping good drum circle had people dazzled.

9603 White TunneLight

9603 White TunneLight

A somewhat similar work transformed a hallway between buildings.

9614 Hall of Light

9614 Hall of Light

The moon even put on a show above the fanciful new jumble of buildings on campus.

9627 Moon Over Jumble

9627 Moon Over Jumble

To complete our mesmerization, the subway had an artwork of its own.

9628 Subway Self-Serve Sound

9628 Subway Self-Serve Sound

Each side of the platform has a large metal lever. In the narrow corridor between tracks and platforms is a row of tubular bells. The levers activate pendulums (they look like upside-down sledge hammers in this pic), that strike the bells. In the silence between trains, a new crowd assembles waiting for their trains. Someone with the right combination of curiosity and playfulness often notices the lever, reads the directions, and starts rocking the lever back and forth to swing the pendulums. A soft tone sounds, followed by other tones in an arpeggio that forms an angelic chord hanging in the stunned silence on the platforms. Looking around, people notice the bells and then the person pulling the lever. Across the track, someone often finds and activates that lever. Soon there is a slow symphony of bells, smiles and serenity. Then a noisy train screeches in and a new performance begins. Or not. Either way, life is Art.

2011/05/08

Cultures

Today began with a delightful 6th birthday party for the daughter of our dear friends Zubair and Momina. It was colorful and aromatic, as people from several cultures mingled in easy conversation sampling spicy foods. The party had been delayed several weeks from her actual birthday to ensure good weather, and as you can see it was elaborately designed as a garden party.

9396 Garden Party

9396 Garden Party

You may also notice that although there are many cars that each brought a load of people, the brightly decorated tables are empty. The series of intense unseasonal thunderstorms found most people gathered in lively dialog in the garage and two rented party tents. It was one of the most fun parties we’ve attended in years, and I’m going to send some photos to the proud parents who did so much to ensure that it went well while adapting to the wild weather. This included Zubair insisting on driving us into Boston rather than letting us take a train, which we were glad of because it gave us some time to catch up on each other’s lives. He’s the man who nudged me to get a pilot license five years ago, so we owe him much happiness.

9430 Hoofing Boston

9430 Hoofing Boston

To spare him the thick traffic, we got out and walked the last few blocks to our hotel next to Tuft’s in the heart of the city. The rain was already abating, and minutes after we started walking the traffic eased too. After checking into the room we went for a stroll, and hearing a small plane I glanced up to see this hopeful glimpse of a plane like ours.

9431 Happy Sight

9431 Happy Sight

Hopeful because we’d like to fly over the city as we have in other states, to take in the view and snap a few pix to share. When we were last here, the air traffic controllers gave no sign they ever allow it. As we talked about what this glimpse might mean, it came by again. Then again. Eventually it dawned on me that this was no tourist, but most likely police or TV crews circling a sporting event. sigh…

We wound up a few blocks from the hotel in Chinatown, and I like how it complements the State Street building (whose name of course reminded us of Santa Barbara’s main drag).

9432 State Street MA

9432 State Street MA

We paused to enjoy the sliver of moon mingling with the aromas of yet another culture, savoring the great strength our nation derives from diversity.

9437 Thin Moon Over Boston

9437 Thin Moon Over Boston

2011/05/07

Well Red

Today began with a brief ride from our hotel in Milford, CT to the train station. The northeast has this thing called mass transit that Californians can only envy. Sure, people have cars and there are freeways (often not free, but that’s another story), but many ride a subway, train or bus daily. Our short shuttle ride to the station wasn’t to board a train, but to meet Molly who took part of her day off to take the short ride from New Haven so we could play together. While we waited for her arrival, we consulted our phones (Droid X) to learn about Milford and walked half a block toward City Hall for a peek. On the way we found something that instantly had us both missing and wanting to share with Nancy back in SB: a really cool little bakery.

0009 Scratch Baking

0009 Scratch Baking

The women there reminded us of Nancy, but the aroma did that before we first opened the door. So of course we bought some for Molly. Then of course, I sampled most of them (except the pain au chocolat) to see which she might most enjoy. As expected, it was pain au chocolat. 🙂

While I waited outside the bakery with our luggage (long story), Anne ran to meet Molly’s train and I enjoyed watching them stroll back in lively conversation until Molly noticed me and waved.

9382 Beauty Approaches

9382 Beauty Approaches

I am the luckiest man alive.

We toured the heart of metropolitan Milford (two blocks) together, and settled down for a glorious chatty lunch of salade niçoise at the delicious Cafe Atlantique.

0019 French Maiden in Milford

0019 French Maiden in Milford

After another too-brief visit, we got her back to Hank (her bike) in New Haven and rejoined Tripp for the quick flight to Minuteman airport near Boxborough, MA. Taking off we were struck by how often it’s been smoggy or hazy for our flights here, and the gathering overcast added to the effect in this shot.

0020 After KHVN Takeoff

0020 After KHVN Takeoff

Tomorrow we hope to join our wonderful friends Zubair and Momina for the giant birthday party they’re throwing in celebration for their daughter. Then into Boston to explore and play while we wait for better weather to the North.

A note for anyone who’s followed our blog awhile: The title of tonight’s entry relates to the source of the photo number chaos. Anne’s camera was at #0009 today when mine was at #9382, yet Anne’s was at #0512 recently in Times Square. She has an adorable new little red camera we got at B&H in Manhattan (amazing place!). It is so pampered she keeps it in the foam pocket it slept in since boxed in Japan, and is very cautious about getting dust inside like she did on her old camera (holding it outside to snap pix during flight). Hopefully you’ll see more pix she’ll snap on it, and like me you’ll enjoy its improved dynamic range (highlights like clouds less washed out). Maybe she’ll even read the directions and learn to get the best snaps it can produce. Or not. 🙂

2011/04/26

Crown & Down

Yesterday we drove to Crown, PA to walk the lands of my ancestors, and it was interesting at times imagining them there. In the quiet green behind a church I stood on the graves of many on both sides of my grandfather’s family and found it quite powerful to touch their headstones.

7791 Roots

7791 Roots

I stood on the abandoned railroad that was a lifeline to the village before the highway, gazing back into the distant past.

7733 Train On Time

7733 Train On Time

We remarked driving the area, how good a time of year this is for such an exploration. With leaves off most of the trees it was easy to see old cabins and ruins, and get a sense of this as a once thriving village. It has seen mining, farming, and a wide variety of other activities for the industrious settlers. Now it’s making a minor comeback as a retirement area for people seeking a quiet country life.

So today we go down to DC for an exploration of our nation’s roots…

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