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Showing posts with label Day. Show all posts

Wednesday, 19 April 2017

Today is Heritage Day in South Africa


So we have a day off and lots of sunshine, its said to be a National Braai day, that is a barbacue to some.


Click on the images to enlarge them.

Sailing around Hout Bay is a real pleasure when we have nice weather.


Looking back at Hout Bay and from Chapmans Bay.


Druma our dog was a fine sailor also.





This is the very nice view from the deck of the Hout Bay Yacht Club, Castle Beers are being discounted while the RWC is on!

Roy.

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Tuesday, 18 April 2017

Two Canoe Day


I rise early, too early for the head cold and raspy throat that yesterdays canoe trip extended. But, I have a meeting in the marsh to attend. I have to be at the big lodge at 7 to meet up with B and MA, two local activists working on having the ridiculous backwards plans for a new SR520 bridge redesigned (I often refer to the current bridge as the stupid bridge, which is an accurate statement - the new bridge plan is stupider) .

I put in about 6am at the east end of the ancient portage. It is still and grey but the clouds are not a solid blanket, a sun event may happen as the morning progresses. Two heron fly overhead and I notice them by the reflection in the water to the left of my canoe. A brief glance and I decide that I prefer the reflection. I watch carefully the surface of the still water. Moving animals such as beaver and otters are easy to spot on an unbroken surface. As I near the workbench lodge, I see nothing and I disregard the workbench itself as it is now under a few inches of water. I pass by listening to the zip of my paddle as it recovers submerged. A splash. I didn't see it, but there was a beaver near the workbench although all that remains is the expanding ring of waves from its tail slap.

Castor Canadensis - The North American Beaver

At the next point, now between the workbench lodge and the hidden lodge, I spot a beaver in the water, then a second and eventually a third. I sit. They spread out and then return. One swims directly to and into the hidden lodge. One swims behind me, near the point, slapping a tail every few minutes. Another disappears behind the point and then, if it is the same beaver, comes to the shore and rips a dry cattail out at the base and swims off with it. The tail slapper slaps again. I stay as long as I can, checking my watch and heading off around the burial island towards the meeting spot.

wind up for a tail slap

note the webbed hind foot

As I turn the cattail point near the big lodge, I find a large beaver ahead of me, swimming with a cattail, which it abandons as it slaps its tail 15 feet from me. It moves into the cattails, unseen now except that it slaps its tail three more times as I continue, the noise turning my head to see the last of the fountain of water as it falls behind the cattails.

Near the lodge, I find a big block of foam, a 75 pounder for sure and I just herd it to land with the canoe. I see the big beaver once more as it approaches the lodge. At the same time, a canoe is approaching and I am sure it must be B and MA, who I do not know, but who impressed me so much by their willingness to be in the marsh so early in the morning.

We chat some of the politics, the concerns, an exchange of information. Then we head off on a tour.


My new friends both have canoe experience, so the tour is mostly me pointing out the things that I have been noticing and watching, the things that I track on 3 or 4 days a week, a frequency that few get to experience. I point out the brand new goose nests and we find the scent of castoreum on the beaver scent mounds between the hidden and big lodge. They've not seen the hidden lodge before. I show them the feed spots where the beaver have left cleanly stripped branches and we head north where I show them the fine stand, or partially standing stand of alder trees that the west lodge beaver have been eating. At the NE lagoon I send them in first, knowing that they will flush any ducks. A dozen common mergansers come out as they go in. We sit here awhile and talk history. 150 years of so called progress has altered this area so much. Then we head back, finding more wind as we reach the main bay. I bid them farewell after a final talk at the ancient portage. My cold has the best of me and I need a nap, but I wouldn't have missed this morning for anything.
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Wednesday, 5 April 2017

Screen scenes day


What do you mean your chart plotter is growing ferns and has bugs in it? Are you serious? You really are? Okay I'll come over and take a look. One of the interesting things about this job is trying to translate what people tell you about a problem into something useful you can use. More often than not it's collection of vague recollections. It's acting up, it doesn't seem right, there was a message on the screen but I don't remember it, my sonar isn't working. 

The end result is my verbal interrogation skills have to kick in. I sit them down in a metaphorical chair, shine a bright spotlight in their face and sweat some additional meager tidbits out of them. "So Bob what do you mean your sonar is broken? What did you do to it? You'll feel better if you get it off your chest, tell me the truth Bob. Did you push the wrong button? You say you did nothing? Do you have any witnesses? No? This isn't looking too good for you Bob. I think you better call your tech. You're going to need representation, and repair money.

I get it. It can be difficult. It's like telling your mechanic you car won't start. He then thinks to himself there are a zillion reasons why this could be happening. It can be even worse. A owner tells the dealer something is wrong. It's already fuzzy enough now, and then the dealer calls me and makes it even fuzzier. Hi Bill, something is broke on Bob's boat, can you go over and fix it? Hell I don't know Bill, it's something to do with the electronics, just go fix it. 

In this case when I was told there were ferns and bugs in his chart plotter I'm not sure I could have done a better job of describing it. I just gawked at it for a moment trying desperately to think of something to say that sounded real smart. Failing miserably at this I just blurted "It's broke and it won't grow back."


So what has really happened? Beats the crap out of me, but this won't stop me from speculating. This is a Raymarine RL 80C MFD circa 2002 with a Thin Film Transistor (TFT) LCD display that needs all kinds of mystical dark arts to manufacture. Although many are still working, most have ended up in a paupers grave. Often this a unmarked dumpster somewhere behind a shopping center. 

If you blow the image up in the lower left hand corner it looks like there was an impact. You can see a star pattern radiating away from it. This may have caused a delamination that was the starting point of the problem. The ferns I think are possibly a chemical reaction that is propagating inside the layers of the display. It has a very fractal feel to it. It's dead like Elvis, can't be fixed, and is slated for replacement. It was really cool and alien looking however.

In the same marina five boats away on the very same day there turns out be another screen problem. The reported problem, like many is also infused with obfuscation. The MFD is acting up. Unlike most jobs, I have a little history to work with here.

The MFD was installed by the boat builder. The console wasn't exactly a precision piece of work. When the MFD was set in the console it rocked a bit. This was fixed by screwing it down plenty hard until it fit flush and looked good.

Shortly after the boat was delivered the display started to delaminate. There was no ambiguity about the problem or its cause. A new MFD was installed by the dealer and this time carefully installed but now has some issues. My first guess is the two MFD's have different software versions and I'm armed with the latest software. When I look though the software is current, but the new display seems to have a touch screen problem. Sometimes it seems to work, and others not so much. I used twisty knobs and the ilk to navigate around. I re-calibrate the touch screen and no joy. I call tech support and the general consensus is the MFD might be funky, send it back and install a new one. Sometimes, but not often bad things can happen to new displays. 

Then I caught a glint from the display out of the corner of my eye. I play with the back lighting and squinting at a steep angle I can see a crack about 5" long, not in the top glass layer but in a lower layer. Thinking about the touch issues I played a bit more. If I touch the screen to the left of the crack, it works fine. Touch to the right and I don't have squat. Regardless of any other issues it may or may not of had it will be replaced.

Back in the days of yore ye olde MFD cases were mostly made of cast aluminum. You couldn't force a corner down flush in a wonky console without traumatic things occurring. Today many MFD's are made with plastics. I don't think this is bad thing. There is less corrosion and coating failures. They are also lighter and thinner. However you have to be more careful during installation. If you're not you can stress the case (and all the stuff in it), or break it by over tightening the fasteners. If you have to spot weld them in place with an adhesive use the right ones like silicone and very sparingly. If you use the wrong ones like 3M 5200 the MFD will come out in pieces. The plastic cases, unlike the cast aluminum ones don't like being pried out out of the console with a Home Depot cats paw.

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3 Day Father Son trip Success!


Happy to report that I finally managed an overnighter with my 7 year old son. He's been comfortable in the canoe for years but only showed interest in camping overnight this summer. Wanted to give him a nice experience for his first trip so planned a 3 day, 2 night simple loop in a familiar area that involved a combination of large lakes, marshy rivers and easy portages. We ended up in the Frost Centre just southwest of Algonquin park, a short 40km away from our cottage. I had assumed that given the relative proximity of the route to Highway 35  and the town of Dorset there would be cell coverage to ease my wife's worried mind. Once at the access point however, there was no signal so we would be in communication silence for the duration of the trip...exactly what I wanted! 

The route started at the Deer Lake access point, down Raven Lake, a 360m portage to Gun Lake where we would camp on a peninsula point (campsite #94). The way out involved going up the narrow channel north of Gun, through another short 160m portage and loop back into a marshy area of Raven Lake before returning to the access point. Wanted to make the exit closer in case it was needed and get the longer portage out of the way on the first day when we were energized for the trip.




Packed relatively heavy because I wanted him to have some of the comforts for his first time. Our 15' wood canvas Langford Trapper would be the transportation for the trip. The portages were simple anyway and the double carries were a welcome time to stretch our feet. Here is the shot of our gear at the Deer Lake access point.



A little over an hour and we approached the first portage. The map said 360m, the sign 343m.



The little man was ready for his first carry. He's using the wool blanket pack I made for him earlier in the year. He's got the Stewart River kneeling pads rolled up on top voyageur style



His favourite part of the first portage was the wooden boardwalk setup over some soggy areas.



A huge rainstorm the night before made the place extra mucky. The mosquitos were out in full force and showed the poor guy no mercy. But on the walk back for the 2nd load, we spotted this young snapping turtle right in the middle of the path so that was a nice treat.



Another 45 minutes of paddling and we eventually made it to our elevated rocky site. He was eager to get out before fully unloading the canoe to explore our new home. I dropped him off and took this shot...




Just before the trip, I ended up getting a tent for the family that was 25% off. It's the Eureka Midori 3. Good enough for our family needs and the dimensions fit our super comfy double sleeping mat. Here's the tent setup with rainfly rolled out of the way. The canvas pack in front is the recently repaired Woods 200.

 Eureka Midori 3

Here's our tarp setup in our living area. The natural rock edge served like a countertop and someone placed a flat slab on top for an even better cook surface. You can just see the tent in the far left of the photo.



Dark clouds rolled in for our first evening, but he patiently waited out the hour long rainfall in the tent, content to draw pictures of the day's events. We had also made a leather case for his coloured pencils in anticipation of the trip.



The rain let up later that evening so mealtime was under the comfortable tarp. Brought along some more homemade gear, including the folding tripod stool and the collapsible bucksaw chair. Re-using one of the kneeling pads as a cushion made it super comfy and he pretty much hogged the chair for the rest of the trip.



A new gadget for camp was a little device called the SaveAqua tap. It is a self closing gadget that can attach to virtually any plastic container lid to serve as a hand washing station. I attached it to the lid of an un-used 64oz Sawyer Squeze bag and suspended it from a nail left on a tree. A quick push up of the ball tip and water would flow out allowing you to efficiently wash hands or pots. Once released the water flow would shut off tightly.

The "faucet" at camp

closeup of the SaveAqua tap


The next morning was grey but serene. Woke up to my son missing from the tent. He had gotten dressed and was watching calling loon in the distance with his binoculars.



Breakfast was some pancakes made with mini trangia set and some homemade utensils carved a while back.


The campsite featured a wonderful flat rock right at the water's edge that we called the "dock". We lounged around camp that day wondering if the drizzling rain would persist, but thankfully sunny skies were in for the rest of the trip



Just around the bay, is a small waterfall - Brandy's Falls. Last time I visited here it was completely dry, but the deluge from 2 days before raised the water levels enough for us to hear the falls from our tent. We hopped into the canoe and went to explore...



Creek section and sunny skies...



At this point in the trip, I gave him the option of bailing out early if he was bored and wanted to go home. He said "No way" and wanted to start on an early dinner. We made dehydrated soup and he dug right in.



After playing some cards and more drawing I was wondering what he this restless 7 year would do to entertain himself. He decided to spend the next hour finding and throwing small rocks off the ledge.


Then he grabbed the camera to photo document our campsite. Snuck up on me to capture this shot.



We learned from a passing group that the regional fire ban had been lifted given all the rainfall so it was off in the evening to collect some dead wood along the shore for a small fire.








He had a pair of water shoes for paddling but to be comfy in camp, I had made a pair of father and son mocassins from oil-tanned leather using this tutorial here. They held up well and he noticed how quiet they were  while walking around camp. He spent even more time wandering around the peninsula silently tracking a persistent woodpecker going from tree to tree.




We fell asleep easily the 2nd night  and woke up to a nippy morning where the full moon was visible in the horizon.


By now the food barrel was considerably lighter so he wanted a go at carrying it. Here he is retrieving it from out stash point on the far side of camp. The straps needed to be adjusted but he was willing to carry it on the next portage.



The morning ritual included filling up our water bottles. I've modified the Katadyn base camp filter with a quick hack learned online to eliminate the constant clogging of the filter.



After a leisurely breakfast and breaking camp, he helped load up the canoe by the shore dock before the paddle back to the car.


I had anticipated an hour to paddle out, but the river and marshy section was choked with lily pads that slowed us down considerably. Ended up being about the same amount of time as it took to paddle in. Managed to get one more photo of the stillness on the paddle out before the camera's batteries died. Wanted to get more pics of the 2nd portage but the batteries were at the bottom of the pack and not worth the hassle. We had all the great memories we needed.


Now he wants to help design and make his own paddle and go for a longer trip next year! Stay tuned for that project in the near future
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Monday, 3 April 2017

Canada Day Paddling


My Canada Day weekend canoe outing with local members of the Wooden Canoe Heritage Association got derailed with an ill wife in bed. Good news is that I still managed to score some paddling time with the little one even if it was a routine paddle around the shoreline of our cottage lake.

Here's my little guy all set with his paddle and flag...


A shot of him in the canoe...



View off the bow...



Quick pose with the auto shoot feature of the camera set on the dock...


Hope everyone got some time on the water!

P.S. I'm working on another fun child's paddle for my boy's older cousin...should have some more pics in the near future.
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Sunday, 12 March 2017

Killarney international raceway Heritage Day event


HERITAGE DAY AT KILLARNEY:
Classic and Vintage Car show:

Thursday, September 24 - 2015 is a  public holiday

A major, Vintage, Veteran and Classic car and motorcycle show that suitably commemorates our national Heritage Day, is going to be staged at Killarney on the Thursday, September 24 public holiday. Open to any two or four wheel entry built before 1985 and backdated as far as when Germany’s Karl Benz launched his first Benz Patent Motor Car in 1886, it promises to be the biggest promotion of its kind seen in the Cape in recent years.
To facilitate the judging, the show is being divided into three classes that are being determined by the age of the entries. Any unit built before 1940 will be classified a genuine Golden Oldie. The other classes are from 1941 to 1970 and finally 1971 to 1985. In addition, although they will not be classified as part of the show, the latest Jaguars as well as a variety of other new models will be on display outside the Jaguar Owners Club, clubhouse. All the official V,V&C entries are being accommodated nearby, on the infield area behind the Western Province Motor Club’s clubhouse.


Incidentally, this positioning has a historic significance of its own. The access road around the clubhouse and across the infield display area -- that incidentally is large enough to house hundreds of cars and bikes -- was part of the very first Killarney race track that saw action during the 1950’s.

The Jaguars on show, will include examples of the magnificent pre--WW2 classic SS100 sports car, as well as early post war Jaguar XK120’s. Of course urban legend has it that the first XK 120 left hooker that arrived in Cape Town was reputed to have previously belonged to Hollywood film star Clark Gable. A genuine petrolhead, Gable had taken delivery of the first XK roadster to come off the Jaguar production line. The problem was there were eventually several so-called “ex--Clark Gable Jags” on the roads in South Africa. 

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