Friday, June 12, 2009

I have 3 Scars

I've had this post in my saved box for probably a year now to work on - adjust and modify - and I thought perhaps I should finally post it...

I have 3 scars.

The first of which right in the middle of my forehead; A good testament to the solidity of bookshelves and the slipperiness of Golden Books from my childhood. 11 stitches later, it is one of my earliest memories. My Dad taking corners in the Mustang like mad and my Mom holding a towel to my forehead as something warm and coppery smelling dripped down into my eyes - obscuring the ominous hospital ahead.

The second is on the inside of my right heal. Small and perfectly round - a memory of my first attempt at surfing. Either rock or surfboard fin or some flotsam of the sea dealt it as I was shoved onto land in the froth and tumble of the waves. More of an aggravation than any pain, I couldn't get it to stop bleeding. I decided not to attract more sharks than I already had. Rejected by the sea for moment, I sat on my surfboard as the amber sunset arrived and watched the others for a while, bleeding into the sand.

My third scar is from two years ago and sits just above and off to the right of the knee on my right leg. You can still see the scratches on the surface but I can feel the scar beneath - a large divot with a lump of scar tissue in the muscle where a rock -and the Morgue of Fern Cave decided to make a permanent impression on me. I'd just squatted down to step off of it when the decided to tumble down. Next thing I knew there was a rock in my lap and I couldn't push it off. Jimmy had to roll the rock off me. The smell of broken limestone still makes me cringe a bit. I was super lucky not to have broken anything and you really kinda have to wonder how long that rock was perched there for me to come find it? I had a great hobble and some spectacular colors (check out the pic below) going on for about a month - but the thought of stopping caving never crossed my mind for a second.



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Thursday, August 14, 2008

Change is in the Air

So this is me, right now, at work.


Tomorrow is my last day at BakerWoodward. I'm quitting which is scary and exciting all at the same time. Scary because it feels like I'm jumping off a foggy cliff - not really knowing how far below me the water is. I've been wanting to take some classes for a while now - some web design - some English - maybe even go for a Masters. I also want to try my hand at some letterpress work and freelance a bit while I take classes. This was not a decision I made light of - its one that's been carefully considered and pondered for over a year now. I figure I've got this one life and I finally have the opportunity to really jump in and do this for real instead of just dreaming. So I wrote my letter of resignation two weeks ago. It was VERY hard to tell my boss and my co-workers of my decision. (actually took me three tries to walk into my boss' office) It felt like I was letting them down. But they all understand and are happy for me. Over the past 5 years I've become comfortable and accustomed to everyone's quirks and working styles. I will very much miss the folks that made BakerWoodward feel like family. Thanks guys, for everything, for the imprint you made upon my life and the friendship you've given me.

I'm stepping up to the edge now and all I can see is fog. Its sink or swim time.

Amanda, my boss Craig, (my other bosses Jon & Lee - not pictured) me, Jim, Shane, Jared and Mary.

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Thursday, January 03, 2008

Doubting My Sanity


I was seriously doubting my own sanity as Brent fed the rope out, gently swinging me off and out from the comfortable Hall of Giants ledge 237' above the bottom of Surprise Pit (404')....

Saturday morning (December 15th) dawned and I grabbed kolaches at Alabama Bread Co. for everyone on survey the trip. They've become a bit of a Fern survey tradition for me - being #1. delicious, #2. really great cave food, #3 I like buying them to share them with the folks who give up their Saturdays to come survey Fern. Its pretty much my thank you for coming out to play in the mud.

Hiking up the mountain I reviewed the game plan for today. Jimmy, Michelle E. and Brent would go in by way of Surprise and tie-in the top of the land bridge with the Hall of Giants ledge (which ended up being 167 feet down in Surprise - instead of the 120/130 that was guesstimated). Once they were done with those shots they'd come in through the key hole to the Hall of Giants and find Steve P., Steve C. and I. Then we'd push a small interesting lead over by the haystack.

I went in through the Johnston with Steve and Steve at 11:23am. We made it to the Hall of Giants in 1 hour. The main floor area of the room we'd finished surveying in November. We did more surveying in two of the leads off the large room. Funny thing is the one marked "Lead #3 - Putnam" had a date of 12/15/1992. Wonder what are the odds are of coming back to the same lead, on the exact same date 15 years later? We'd gotten through a crawl and had just popped out into a cool 100' dome when we heard Jimmy and Brent and Michelle's voices. We BO'd back and forth a bit till they got closer. There's a sweet little window about 15/20 feet up on the wall in the Hall of Giants. For us it was on the floor of the 100' dome room. So Steve stuck his head down there to describe how to find us. They crawled out into our room and we talked about what to do next. We decided we'd stop a little early - so next time Steve C. sketched he could change out and go to a smaller scale in the dome room. (He's done the plan the past couple times and I've done the profile and cross sections) I think we'll need one - if not two more surveys in there to finish up the Hall of Giants area.

Steve and Steve left by way of the route we took in. Brent, Michelle, Jimmy and I checked out the tiny little lead. Gosh there was plenty of air flow! and sticky mud too... I actually had to take my helmet off and shove it ahead of me for the first part. We got in there and there were three ways to go. One got too tight fast - one I could see the end of and then the last one - you come smack up against a formation with about a 4 inch crack and you can feel the air whoshing past you. There's a little - 4 inch again - duck under off to the left that looks like it heads off and around the formation crack. The floor is mud and flowstone crust covered mud... so we dug on it for a while with a rock till we hit rock and then gave up. It definitely needs to be surveyed - seeing as how its not on the original Torode map. And it will be interesting to see the direction it trends.

My super-duper muddy-mud gear.

I headed out with Jimmy, Brent and Michelle E. by way of Surprise. You have to go through a key hole in the Hall of Giants that is filled with the stickyiest muddiest nastiest mud. Once I got on the other side my gear was so glopped and I was so glopped I was lucky to identify my gear from the floor - seeing as how we now looked like helmeted peanut butter monsters. You can hear the waterfall that drops into Surprise and see the rope in the distance - but you have to kind of skirt the pit - on a wide ledge, in and amongst a large ledge with VW Beetle-sized breakdown, and then squeeze through a tight funky mushroom shaped passage. Then you finally pop out on the Hall of Giants ledge in Surprise pit proper. As everyone started cleaning the mud out of their cams my nerves started to jangle a bit.

I'd been in Fern Sink out to the land bridge twice to toss a rock and count the seconds before it hit the ground. But seeing as how I have no real desire to do the pit - this was first time doing any rope work in Surprise. Its not that I can't do it (I've frogged plenty of 400's and even an 800' before on a pulley hanging from various trees, I-beams and cliffs), but for me there HAS to be a reason to do a big drop - like something really cool at the bottom, or more cave....otherwise there's no point. And then there's the whole mental thing of holy crap - that's 404' feet down! There isn't anything to see at the bottom of Surprise - if there was - I'd be down there. Now if/when we make the connection crawl from the Bottom Cave to the bottom of Surprise that's only been made once before - I would love to frog out. Anyway - the point is that this was the first time I'd tackled any part of Surprise and I was SUPER nervous. I knew the 167 foot climb wasn't going to be a problem - its just the whole mental aspect of swinging out off the nice solid ledge out into Surprise - 237 feet off the deck. You could literally say I was jumping right into the middle of it!

Michelle started to climb first. While I was waiting my turn Jimmy chose a nice 20lb rock and chucked it off into Surprise. (He said we have to ration them - otherwise there won't be anymore to toss in.) After a second it hit the Torode Hall ledge right below us and then bounced off of it and down the rest to the bottom. The echo seriously made it sound like the whole place was going to collapse in on itself. It sounded amazing - although I think I would have appreciated it a bit more if I hadn't been as nervous. Jimmy (he'd gone down Surprise first that morning) told Brent and I he was a bit shocked to see his feet were still 6 inches away from the ledge when he came down. After a bit of pondering he heaved his dangling pack at the ledge. He'd made contact after a few tries and was able to enough momentum going that he was able to pendulum back and forth. He said he started spinning around so he had to wait a couple go rounds to be able to get enough momentum to get himself over to the ledge - and then get up on it. (Um. Yeah. I am so not that brave/crazy.)

Michelle called off rope. Jimmy said he'd go up last - so Brent and I told each other "you could go first" at the same time. I was as ready as I'd ever be - so I said I could go - that way I wouldn't have to fret about what I was going to do. The ledge is a nice large one with plenty of room to walk around, maybe 15-20 feet deep - kind of has some flowstone step downs that get you closer to the edge. I was about 2 feet from the wall, so I VERY carefully snuck out and clipped on 10 feet from the abyss. Jimmy said something about pungee sticks and - "don't look down" and I said yeah - "Ha ha - very funny - I'm seriously freaked about this." It got quiet fast. I started to feed rope down through my croll to get some rope tension. Brent had the other end of the rope so when I got high enough for my feet to come off the ground I wouldn't pendulum out over the pit. He slowly fed the rope out so I hung straight. The rope and I twirled around a few times and my pack got all tangled up in the rope. Oh. Joy. I fritzed with that for a minute or two and then started the climb. I'd only gotten about 5 feet up when my top ascender slipped straight back down. Gulp. The peanut butter mud from Michelle's boots had gotten all over the rope and had clogged up the cam teeth and spring again. Ooops. So I took to looking up at the rope above me - wiping the mud off above my QAS before I slid it up. I took shorter strides too. It slipped about 1/2 a dozen more times, but I was a bit more prepared for it when it happened and I didn't want to completely swallow my tongue. Sure was happy to see the bottom of the rope pad.

Once we all got out of the Fern sink we bopped over to the Johnston entrance to grab my jacket and hat. I left the strings of a ditty bag wedged in the ceiling just inside the entrance, so the pack rats didn't think it was fancy new nesting material. So I literally did a complete round trip underground and above it by going back over and into the Johnston entrance! There was even some discussion as to me being one of a couple - or perhaps the only person who has ever done the route I took on Saturday. Anyone know?

So anyway I didn't fall to my death or anything otherwise you wouldn't be reading this. And now that I did it - it was actually fun. What doesn't make you completely freak out or plummet to your death makes you stronger, right? And doubting my sanity, I'd probably do it again.

Muddy leftovers at about 1:30 am on December 16th.

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Monday, October 01, 2007

Change


Change. It occurs all the time. Every single second. Inevitable. Permanent. And it should be exciting - something new around the corner - something different. You shouldn't be afraid of it. Nor should you worry what will occur because of it. Leave the future to luck, chance, kismet, or the divine providence of your choice. When one door closes a window is opened, right?

Its the first day of October and you can already feel the coolness in the air. Last night I slept with the windows wide open. But winter is baying at the door. And its almost time to bring my tropical plants in - before frosty jaws catch them off guard. After a year, I feel I'm in need of a change - a new profile photo instead of just a logo.

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Friday, September 28, 2007

Hunstville - The Fair City of Fallout Shelters

Ok - so first - read this article:


Dave Martin, AP

Alabama City Reopening Fallout Shelters
By JAY REEVES,
HUNTSVILLE, Ala. (Sept. 27) - In an age of al-Qaida, sleeper cells and the threat of nuclear terrorism, Huntsville is dusting off its Cold War manual to create the nation's most ambitious fallout-shelter plan, featuring an abandoned mine big enough for 20,000 people to take cover underground.

A fallout shelter sign is seen Sept. 19 in Huntsville, Ala. Fearing a nuclear strike by terrorists, officials are working to identify potential shelters for 300,000 people in the city and surrounding county. Others would hunker down in college dorms, churches, libraries and research halls that planners hope will bring the community's shelter capacity to 300,000, or space for every man, woman and child in Huntsville and the surrounding county.

Emergency planners in Huntsville - an out-of-the-way city best known as the home of NASA's Marshall Space Flight Center - say the idea makes sense because radioactive fallout could be scattered for hundreds of miles if terrorists detonated a nuclear bomb.

''If Huntsville is in the blast zone, there's not much we can do. But if it's just fallout ... shelters would absorb 90 percent of the radiation,'' said longtime emergency management planner Kirk Paradise, whose Cold War expertise with fallout shelters led local leaders to renew Huntsville's program.

Huntsville's project, developed using $70,000 from a Homeland Security grant, goes against the grain because the United States essentially scrapped its national plan for fallout shelters after the collapse of the Soviet Union. Congress cut off funding and the government published its last list of approved shelters at the end of 1992.

After Sept. 11, Homeland Security created a metropolitan protection program that includes nuclear-attack preparation and mass shelters. But no other city has taken the idea as far as Huntsville has, officials said.

Many cities advise residents to stay at home and seal up a room with plastic and duct tape during a biological, chemical or nuclear attack. Huntsville does too, in certain cases.

Local officials agree the ''shelter-in-place'' method would be best for a ''dirty bomb'' that scattered nuclear contamination through conventional explosives. But they say full-fledged shelters would be needed to protect from the fallout of a nuclear bomb.

Program leaders recently briefed members of Congress, including Rep. Charlie Dent, R-Pa., who called the shelter plan an example of the ''all-hazards'' approach needed for emergency preparedness.

''Al-Qaida, we know, is interested in a nuclear capability. It's our nation's fear that a nuclear weapon could get into terrorists' hands,'' Dent said.

As fallout shelters go, the Three Caves Quarry just outside downtown offers the kind of protection that would make Dr. Strangelove proud, with space for an arena-size crowd of some 20,000 people.

Last mined in the early '50s, the limestone quarry is dug 300 yards into the side of the mountain, with ceilings as high as 60 feet and 10 acres of floor space covered with jagged rocks. Jet-black in places with a year-round temperature of about 60 degrees, it has a colony of bats living in its highest reaches and baby stalactites hanging from the ceiling.

''It would be a little trying, but it's better than the alternative,'' said Andy Prewett, a manager with The Land Trust of Huntsville and North Alabama, a nonprofit preservation group that owns the mine and is making it available for free.

In all, the Huntsville-Madison County Emergency Management Agency has identified 105 places that can be used as fallout shelters for about 210,000 people. They are still looking for about 50 more shelters that would hold an additional 100,000 people.

While officials have yet to launch a campaign to inform people of the shelters, a local access TV channel showed a video about the program, which also is explained on a county Web site.

If a bomb went off tomorrow, Paradise said, officials would tell people where to find shelter through emergency alerts on TV and radio stations. ''We're pretty much ready to go because we have a list of shelters,'' he said.

Most of the shelters would offer more comfort than the abandoned mine, such as buildings at the University of Alabama in Huntsville that would house 37,643. A single research hall could hold more than 8,100.

Homeland Security spokeswoman Alexandra Kirin said of Huntsville's wide-ranging plan: ''We're not aware of any other cities that are doing that.''

Plans call for staying inside for as long as two weeks after a bomb blast, though shelters might be needed for only a few hours in a less dire emergency.

Unlike the fallout shelters set up during the Cold War, the new ones will not be stocked with water, food or other supplies. For survivors of a nuclear attack, it would be strictly ''BYOE'' - bring your own everything. Just throw down a sleeping bag on the courthouse floor - or move some of the rocks on the mine floor - and make yourself at home.

''We do not guarantee them comfort, just protection,'' said Paradise, who is coordinating the shelter plans for the local emergency management agency.

Convenience store owner Tandi Prince said she cannot imagine living in the cavern after a bombing.

''That would probably not be very fun,'' she said.

I totally stole this from AOL News - please don't be mad - here's the original link.

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And Now Comments from the Peanut Gallery:

There are a couple things I have to laugh at on this (sorry Jay). First off the "colony" of bats at Three Caves, isn't really a colony in the grand sense - not one that I've seen anyway - try about 20 or so in the summer time. The HCRU has their monthly meetings during the spring and summer time there. Three Caves is an abandoned quarry and is very large, but it has three entrances - the largest of which you'd have to stand probably three billboards on end side-by-side to be able to cover it. You can't exactly leave it wide open if nuclear debris is falling all over the place, right? And its not exactly like they have a gigantic plastic blind all set up at the top of the entrance to yank down when everyone runs inside to stay for two weeks. Although I'd love to hear someone from the Huntsville City Department place an order at Home Depot:
(recorded voice)
"Please hold while I connect you...."
(after 10 minutes on hold someone finally picks up)
"Home Depot Window treatment Department this is Terry"

"Hi Terry, I'd like to place an order a cellular shade."

"Sure, I can help you with that. Let me get some dimensions from you."

"About 45 1/2 high and 92 wide"

"Wow, that's some window, ok 45 1/2 inches high by 90 inches wide"

"No mam, that's 45 1/2 feet high and 92 feet wide."

(stifled chuckle)
" 'Scuse me sir?"

"Oh yeah and it has to be able to protect against nuclear fallout too."

"You know, you and your friend really need to stop this crap!"

"No wait - M'am - I'm Not..."

"I can take a joke like the rest of them - but if you crank call here again
I'm going to hunt you down and beat you!"
(click)

(In the Huntsville City Fallout Shelter Planning Office)
"So Fred - I take it she didn't believe you either?"

(hanging up the phone)
"Nope, sure didn't Bob."

"Maybe we should try Lowe's?"

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Thursday, May 31, 2007

Run For It! Its the Energizer Bunny!


At first all was calm, people were mesmerized as the huge cotton-tail rose up from the ground...


But then bunny H-E-double-hockey-sticks broke loose and panic ensued as people scrambled out of the way like some horrible Godzilla flick - running to get out from underneath those massive flip-flops. It was horrible; I thought I'd be killed or even worse - but luckily I was able to squeeze off a couple shots of the whole scene last Saturday morning.


Brave men and women ascended in hot air balloons to make war on the pesky rabbit, hoping they could knock it out of the sky before it completed its hop.

Luckily peace was once again restored. The brave hot air ballooners managed to beat back the Energizer Bunny before it could hop off to its meeting with some ill-tempered sea bass and implement their plans for world domination - Phew! That was a close one indeed! The Alabama Jubilee continued without any more horrific incidents.

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