After some lunch tacos, I was riding my bike past Maymont and around to Kansas Avenue when I saw first one, then two, then at least half a dozen deer ambling beside a house. There were several large-racked bucks, a few younger fellas, and at least one or two does. Once they spotted me they picked up the pace toward the woods or I’d have stopped for a photo.
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On my way back from Church Hill I had rounded the corner from East Leigh Street onto North Third Street when I noticed something on my shirt just on the edge of my field of vision. I hadn't felt it, just caught a glimpse. It was a fuzzy, fairly large honey bee (definitely not a bumble bee). I was rolling at about 15 miles per hour and didn't want a sting on my belly, so I sort of gently pulled my shirt out quickly to get the bee to fly away while simultaneously putting some distance between any potential frightened sting and my flesh.
Last night I stopped into the original downtown location of Triple Crossing Brewery to grab some suds in the middle of a bike ride. I heard a pretty awesome song on the speakers and Shazam'd it to find out who it was. The next song came on and sounded like the same band, so I checked it out and, yes, it seemed they were playing the whole album from what turned out to be Montreal indie rock outfit, Plants and Animals. Specifically, the 2020 album The Jungle was tickling my ears.
This album has just the right elements of Arcade Fire, Talking Heads, Radiohead, and miscellaneous Scandinavian electro-pop outfits. All of this combines for a sound that is at once contemporary and reminiscent, at times, of some more obscure 60s rock tunes that Wes Anderson might use on one of his soundtracks.
I recently posted about some of my health improvements. My doctor, of course, focused a lot on my losing weight for a while, but I can't keep a scale in my house; it’s bad for my mental health. I focused on healthier eating and exercise. Sure, I expected that I’d lose some weight over time as part of those behavioral changes, but I wasn't trying to lose a number. I wasn't chasing a target weight.
But I did have two goals related to losing weight.
Rollercoasters, man. I love 'em. I remember a rare vacation with my family when I was six-and-a-half years old, traveling to Williamsburg, VA (years before we’d move to the Commonwealth). We visited Busch Gardens where I was *furious* at my height preventing me from riding The Loch Ness Monster. Back home in New Jersey we lived a short distance from Six Flags Great Adventure where I longed for the day when I was tall enough to ride the classic wooden coaster, Rolling Thunder.
As a teen, I eventually travelled to Kings Dominion north of Richmond and finally enjoyed a slice of what rollercoasters had to offer. Anaconda, The Hurler (RIP), Shockwave (also RIP), Outer Limits, and especially Rebel Yell (now the less problematically-named Racer 75), running backward. I loved them all. I was fortunate that my wife also loves rollercoasters, but unfortunate that I was already starting to get a bit bigger shortly after we married.
A few years later, my wife and I spent the weekend in Williamsburg with a couple of college friends. We visited Busch Gardens and went on all sorts of rides. For the most part I had no issues until we went to ride Apollo's Chariot. This was the first coaster I encountered with a deep bucket seat, and no matter how hard I tried, I could not get the restraint to lock closed. After fussing for several minutes, I had to get off the ride while my wife and friends went ahead without me.
The humiliation! The shame I felt, in front of my wife, friends, and a thousand strangers (who, let's be honest, probably didn't even notice) having to get out of the train because I was too big to ride. I wasn't getting any smaller, and that experience was so scarring that I stopped trying to ride most thrill rides, let alone rollercoasters. For *years*.
Once my daughter was a few years old, our family started visiting Busch Gardens on the regular - mostly because we had access to free lodging in Williamsburg on occasion (thanks to my mother-in-law), but also because Valerie and I both remembered loving the rides and park itself. Even when our daughter was too young for rides, my wife would still enjoy the rollercoaster in the park. I mostly just hung out with our kid. But then that kid started growing up and started to love rollercoasters, too. Here was something we both loved, but I still couldn't share it with her directly. I don't resent my wife riding with her all those times - they should be able to share this excitement, too. But this was one of many things I couldn't share with my family because of my health at the time.
The first weight/size goal I had is pretty vain, honestly. No, I don't want a "beach body" or to look good naked. But when you’re over a certain size, you clothing options kind of suck. Even if you find something from a quality and/or reputable brand, I feel like clothing designers and manufacturers sort of give up on actual structure and fit for larger body sizes. I wanted to be able to buy clothes that fit well—not because they flatter my body—but because I wanted comfortable clothing without feeling like I'm walking around in a denim pillowcase. Fine, I'm starting to find this goal fulfilled. Hooray for me, I guess.
The *second* goal, however, may sound more silly. But it really was for me to lose enough weight that I could ride rollercoasters with my daughter. I missed them enough on my own, but I wanted so badly to be able to share that with my kid that it’s one of the main reasons I wanted to get a bit smaller. And today we visited Kings Dominion for the first time this year.
Several of the marquee rides in the park have test seats now, to help avoid exactly the humiliation I felt in my 20s. Last fall I couldn't quite get some of these test seats to work for me, but I could feel and see that I was close. Today, I passed every test seat. We were at the park for nearly 6 hours (holy smokes, I'm tired), and I was able to ride old favorites that are still around, as well as some newer top-flight rollercoasters. And I rode every one of them with my daughter.
I don't know a lot about Beau Miles (if I learn he’s problematic or something this post is coming down *so* fast) and I don't subscribe to his YouTube channel, but every now and then I watch one of his delightfully eccentric documentary adventures. I can't quite put my finger on it, but there's something about this latest video that delighted me for its full 21 minutes. Maybe it’s the way he carried out another eccentric project. Or the way he used two completely divergent activities to break up the monotony of each other over a long period of time. Enjoy.
Today I watched the most recent stream/interview from The Path Less Pedaled (a favorite channel of mine) where Russ spoke with photographer and cyclist Erik Mathy. Mathy has a number of projects and professional jobs involving the cycling world, but what was most fascinating was his preference for and cycle touring with large format photography gear (and some other film goodness, mostly). Whether it’s a Travelwide or an Intrepid, with a classic or homemade lens, he’s keeping film alive while he gets from point A to B on two wheels. The perfect intersection of my two favorite hobbies!
When I was younger I always wanted to build my own computer. I'm old enough to have grown up through the full and mid-tower PC years, and the notion of building my own box fell square in the center of my nerdy interests. And this had nothing to do with gaming! I was a kid that played almost exclusively with LEGO and loved computers, so the idea of finding and choosing all the right components to make something which suited my personal needs? Irresistible.
But I didn't grow up in a house with money. Nor did I have a lot of discretionary income in college. So at best, I would pour through computer magazines and catalogs (and eventually discount component retailers online) pricing out power supplies, cases, motherboards, etc., fantasizing about a future when I could finally build my dream machine.
As I neared the end of college, my computing needs and preferences changed. I wanted to switch to Apple's macOS ecosystem, and once I could afford it after graduation, I bought my first MacBook Pro. My next machine was an iMac for better performance scanning and processing photos on a larger screen, and that was that. I’ve never become much of a gamer, and I'm not such a tinkerer that I’ve considered putting together a Hackintosh (and the potential software complications that entails), so my youthful desire to build my own computer sort of faded.
Of course now there are bikes. Yeah, I know, I don't shut up about them. But I'm finding that working on my own bike (and hopefully, someday soon, trying to build some of my own) seems to scratch that itch from the past. Trying out new components, experimenting with different setups and configurations, tailoring the ride comfort and capabilities, etc. There are so many things to learn and research and improve that I feel like I'll never run out of things to play around with. I can can build and refine bikes to suit my needs and aesthetic preferences until I'm too old to ride!
As Twitter continues to fragment here in mid-2023, so many of its users continue scattering to the would-be replacement or otherwise alternative social media platforms. But I see a pretty common refrain among many folks I follow - whether on Mastodon or Bluesky. Some flavor of:
How am I going to rebuild my audience?
I get it. For journalists, writers, photographers, or other media personalities (or even folks who gained a following simply for their actual social media content) it feels like a critical problem. Where do you put your "posting energy" (I just threw up in my mouth a little...), or do you have to do 2x, or even 3x the work to reach even a fraction of your former audience? Additionally (and crucially on Bluesky lately), why put energy into rebuilding an audience somewhere that will allow the same kinds of abuse and bigotry that Twitter failed to stamp out (and readmitted under Musk)?
But like, what about a normie like me? I also want a place that doesn't tolerate abuse or bigotry, but I don't have an audience, let alone one to rebuild. I just want a stable place where I can get some form of what I got out of Twitter. Joking with my friends. Updates from local agencies/policy people. And yeah, even following a number of those folks with audience concerns.
I guess I can't have what I want unless enough of the "audience" people find what they want, and maybe that’s just another reason why the age of a few social network giants is in flux, if not falling apart.
This week I had a professional bike fit with Dave Luscan of DL Multisport. He operates out of the back corner of Outpost, a great bike shop in the Westover Hills neighborhood of Richmond. A bike fit, if you’re unfamiliar, is where a specialist helps find the ideal setup for your bike to maximize what you want out of riding. In my case, I worked with Dave on his special fit bike - a highly adjustable stationary bike that allowed him to make real time adjustments to various positions while I pedaled: saddle height and setback, bar height and position, and (I had to hop off for this one) crank arm length. He could adjust the resistance remotely as I pedaled, too.
I have a bike with which I’ve largely been happy since I got it in September, and I don't have any particular pain or discomfort while I ride. But I do feel like it’s perhaps a bit cramped, and I do want to know how to set up my bike for my riding style and preferences as I continue to tweak my bike, let alone as I consider building or buying other bikes down the road.
I provided Dave with info about how I like to ride, and then we started somewhat from my current bike's measurements transferred to the fit bike. He compared it, aptly, to an appointment with the eye doctor: lots of adjustments, each followed by "how does that feel?". He set up the seat position and crank arms to optimize healthy, efficient pedaling, and then worked on the front end toward what he called "finding a comfortable chair" - positioning the rest of my body for the long-term comfort I want out of the kind of rides I enjoy.
At the end of the fit session, I had a set of measurements to take with me so I can use them in the future, and some minor adjustments (what was possible with my current setup) to my bike to bring it closer in line with my ideal fit. I would need some component changes to get closer to ideal, but even the simple saddle height and setback adjustments have me riding faster in the 1.5 days since, breaking several personal records on Strava segments without consciously trying to do so. This is anecdotal of course, but it does feel like I'm positioned better for more efficient power delivery to the pedals, so I can put more effort into pedaling without feeling as much strain on my joints.
This wasn't cheap, of course, and Dave does offer some other, simplified fit options, but for a nerd like me that wants the numbers to work from when I'm adjusting, building, or buying a bike, this was totally worth it.
Ariel is *boring*. Okay, the characterization in Disney's 2023 telling of The Little Mermaid is marginally more interesting, with a whiff more agency. I’ve seen a lot of The Little Mermaid this year.
My daughter was in her school's performance of The Little Mermaid Jr. (she was a sailor and tentacle) this spring, so we watched Disney's 1989 animated feature (still a classic), her performance, the 2023 movie (in theaters as a family), and just this evening, another take. My son was in a 2 week camp run by Richmond's Parks Department that *also* performed The Little Mermaid Jr. over the short period. Ambitious! But also impressive what they were able to produce in such a short time with mostly elementary-age children.
Every version I saw of this contemporary retelling of the Hans Christian Andersen had something in common: Ursula is the most exciting role. Yes, the 1989 version was inspired by legendary drag performer Divine (and it’s still my favorite version, performed perfectly by Pat Carroll), but every other performance I watched references this interpretation. Melissa McCarthy was the only truly fun performance in the 2023 movie (though yes, Halle Bailey's vocals were fantastic), and the role itself—when referencing the 1989 version—lends itself well even to child performers that want to ham it up and try to get some laughs out of an audience full of parents.
Ariel always has to be the youngest child, longing for what she isn't supposed to have. Eric is constrained by his role. Triton and Sebastian are varying degrees of stern authority. Flounder is...a sounding board for Ariel. But Ursula? So much life and humor despite her darker intentions.
Anyway, this has been a nerdy dad in his 40s talking about a cartoon character. Thanks for something something my TED something.
It’s been a while, but I do—from time to time—like to write about those random words/concepts that just float through my brain, taking up space and attention until I look them up to remind myself what they mean (or confirm my memory of the definition). Today that’s "karst" - landforms created by dissolving limestone and similar types of rock. This can make for some pretty cool stuff, like Luray Caverns in the above photo.
Well it turns out there's a whole Virginia Cave and Karst Trail with *loads* of awesome places to explore, and now probably the basis for my next regional tourism checklist.
Early June this year my family travelled up to Maine for a vacation. It coincided with my friend Robert's last week up in Bangor before moving to Pennsylvania for a new job. We not only got to spend the week exploring a fine national park and a fun city (Portland), but we enjoyed the company of my best friend nearly the entire time.
Getting There and Getting Settled
We took our time driving up north and on our second travel day stopped by the Nubble Lighthouse for some lovely views.
This was a cool lighthouse by York that was just barely off shore on a small island. At low tide you could practically walk across the rocks, but there was a cable system installed beneath the power lines that allowed for shuttling supplies across the gap no matter the water level.
Robert was house-sitting for some friends who were out of state for their summer research work, so when we arrived in Bangor later that day we spent the evening relaxing over gin and tonics and a fine cookout. Perfect unwinding after so much time in the car, and ideal for planning the next several days.
First Day in Acadia
The next day we left early for Acadia to beat the June crowds. We parked at Sand Beach so Valerie and the kids could explore the beautifully scenic and relatively easy Ocean Path Trail while Robert and I went on a more challenging route. Valerie was gracious enough to let me have a "proper" hike with my friend since I'm actually fit enough for real hiking now, and it was *amazing*.
We started up from Sand Beach to the head of the Beehive mountain trail which can get busy, even early. But we branched off toward The Bowl, a lake in between peaks. It was gorgeous.
After pausing at The Bowl, we doubled back a bit and switched over to the Gorham Mountain Trail, with gorgeous, rewarding views from the top (including the view of Newport Cove above).
We hiked down from Gorham toward the old sea cave and saw fantastic rock formations along the way.
Finally, we made our way down to the Ocean Path Trail where we met back up with my family. From there we had a comfortable stroll back to the car and wrapped up our time on Mount Desert Island with some tasty lunch and poking around Bar Harbor.
I don't have any photos, but we ended the day back in Bangor with tasty food and beer at Mason's Brewing Company.
More Acadia and the Fog of Boothbay Harbor
The next day we briefly parted ways with Robert and headed back to Acadia to check out Seawall on the less busy side of Mount Desert Island. We all enjoyed scrambling over the rocky shoreline looking for aquatic life and sea birds.
Our last bit of Acadia was climbing down the hard way (before noticing the easy way after we came up—but the hard way had *way* better views!) to see Bass Harbor Head Light Station. Valerie mostly worried about the kids falling down the cliffside, but they were fine, and we were rewarded with a dramatic view of the lighthouse and the Atlantic.
On our way out of Acadia we had our obligatory lobster stop at Robert's recommendation: Thurston's Lobster Pound (okay, they changed their name to "Thurston for Lobster" which is way cheesier...) in Bernard.
We headed south for Boothbay Harbor about halfway to Portland, but the wet weather kept us from doing too much. After checking in, however, we had one of photography's best friends: fog! So naturally I got a few shots before the rain picked up.
Portland, By Way of Freeport
We picked Robert up on our way to Freeport on the third day. After some heavy shopping at the L.L. Bean mothership, we grabbed delicious lunch and beer from the Main Beer Company mothership. Then we continued south to Portland for our final two nights in Maine. If you’re one of the 3 people that has read my blog for a while, some of these stops will be familiar. We snagged some excellent late day coffee from Bard and hiked up to the Portland Observatory. It happened to be Flag Day when we arrived in town, so admission was free. The observatory essentially looks like an inland lighthouse, and climbing all the way to the top (and hitting my head on a low beam) was worth it for the scenery, like the incoming fog in the photo above.
The fog continued to roll in as we walked down to the mouth of the Fore River ahead of dinner.
Valerie let Robert and I head out while the kids hit the hotel pool, so we walked into the first place that looked right—Blyth and Burrows—where we had some *stellar* cocktails. Hard recommend.
More...tland
We had one more full day in Maine, so we started with wood-fired Montreal-style bagels from Forage and coffee from Tandem before driving to Fort Williams Park so my family could see the Portland Head Light.
We returned to town for more coffee at Speckled Ax's location by Moon Tide Park before taking the kids on a sleepy but pleasant ride on the Maine Narrow Gauge Railroad.
After the train ride we meandered along the water front before our last meal in town. Lots of character and random visual goodies to be found behind the more touristy bits.
Valerie took the kids to the hotel pool again and sent me out with Robert for a last bit of fun. We headed to Bar Futo down the block at the recommendation of our bartender from the prior evening to enjoy some obsessively-dialed-in Toki highballs and yakitori snacks. It was a killer way to wrap up our time in Maine.
After some final coffee and pastries the following morning, we said our good-byes to Robert and headed south. We no longer have a friend in Maine to bring us that far north, but Valerie and the kids love it so much that we may need to find a way back in the future.
CONTENT WARNING: health, body image, food, exercise. Also, this is going to be ONE LONG POST.
A week before Christmas in 2021 I had a really bad doctor's visit.
I mean, worse than the rest in the preceding few years. When I finally listened to my wife and found a primary care physician, I immediately triggered the expected medical responses. I was morbidly obese by our healthcare system's flawed BMI metric. My blood pressure was high. Follow-ups were a given to monitor my vitals and weight, because you know America hates fat people. I’d struggled with my weight and health since my teenage years, so I wasn't surprised and just went along with it. No changes in behavior meant eventually taking a daily, prescription blood pressure medication for years.
By that late December appointment in 2021, however, my doctor told me my second, follow-up blood glucose panel was bad. Like, type-II diabetes bad.
Here's the thing - I’ve known big folks like me who ate healthy and required no medication. Folks who still managed to enjoy at least semi-active lifestyles. I wasn't that. While I believe I'm somewhat genetically predisposed to hang on to body fat, I also know I personally lived a sedentary lifestyle and ate like absolute garbage. Nothing I’d tried in 20 years worked to change my behavior over the long term, but here I was staring down a closer-than-comfortable future where my family might not have me around.
I didn't want to ruin the holidays, so I waited to tell my wife after we got back from her mom's in early January, 2022. Yeah, it sounds like a New Year's resolution, but those aren’t healthy. This was coincidental timing. At any rate, I pretty much immediately changed how I was eating, trying out various alternatives and finding the right snacks to keep me going without relying on the wrong stuff.
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In April of the same year I had some positive feedback on my progress from the doctor, and he convinced me to add regular exercise. Surprise! Eating better meant I actually had the energy to start slow with 30 minutes per day walking around my neighborhood. My walking pace picked up. My distance and time increased. My walking and resting heart rates started decreasing. But I found after 1.5 months I had energy to spare and needed some way to burn it. So I talked to my wife about buying a used bike.
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I have always loved riding bikes since I first learned how around 6 or 7 years old. I grew up on the Jersey Shore in the 80s when tearing up the streets on your BMX was a sign of ultimate freedom. That was disrupted by my family's move to a rural highway when I was almost 13, where riding a bike would have been suicidal (think logging trucks at 60+ MPH).
I picked it back up in college since I lived in a city, even riding to work and around town from time to time. But my wife and I spent the first 1.5 years of marriage after school living in a suburban apartment complex. I had started to fall out of shape already and didn't have a lot of safe/inviting places to ride without first having to drive somewhere. I had a few other failed attempts to get back into riding when we bought a house in the city, but I never had the right size bike and my health continued to decline.
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That photo at the top of the post was the used bike I purchased - it fit right, and while I was apprehensive about a single speed in a hilly town, I loved how it felt to ride, and the price was right. Initially I struggled to ride more than a few miles before I was exhausted, and only rode a few times a week. But my deep love of riding was reawakened, and it also provided the necessary outlet for all this additional energy. Two rides a week became five. Two mile rides stretched out longer and longer as time and my energy (and middle aged knees) permitted. I remember riding a horrible, bike-unfriendly route out to the suburbs and back on this single speed bike, clocking over 20 mies on a hot Saturday morning. My doctor convinced me to rent a bike during my beach vacation (which I did) so I could keep up my riding.
On the morning of September 1st, 2022, I was hit by a truck while riding to a coffee shop. Most of the bike (save the front wheel and various accessories) was mostly fine and I had no serious injuries, but I worried about how long it would take to replace or fix the bike so I wouldn't be derailed. Fortunately, I was back on my new, replacement bike (paid for by the driver) five days after the accident. Ten speeds gave me the freedom to explore more of the city, further away from my home, and that was all she wrote. I had no interest in racing. I'm too worried about crashing for aggressive mountain biking (ironic, right?). But I absolutely love riding around wherever I point my wheel, for as much time as I have available.
I kept riding as the weather cooled off. I took my bike to Wisconsin over Thanksgiving so I could keep riding, even in the sub-freezing cold! At this point, my riding is mostly limited by my available time.
So last month, less than a year after getting back on a bike, I finally rode the entire Virginia Capital Trail from the Richmond end to Williamsburg (okay, technically, from my house NW of the Richmond trailhead to Jamestown Park at the other end). I tacked on some extra miles and ended up riding 70.5 miles over the course of a day. I'm hoping by my birthday in early November to ride the whole trail out and back in a day - about 110 miles from my door to Jamestown and back. I'm certain I can do it if I get the right weather. A year ago I wasn't sure I’d be able to ride more than 10 miles at a time.
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Look, I'm not trying to brag. I'm not a super man. I got lucky finding something I love at the right time in the right context. But I *do* want to celebrate, because in the course of trying to steal some extra years on this earth with my family, I regained an activity I loved as a child, with at least as much fervor in adulthood. I can't wait to reflect on all the places I’ve ridden after another year.
I was about halfway through my lunchtime bike ride today when it started raining. It was earlier than expected, but given the forecast I’d known it was a risk. After waiting for the downpour to settle down a bit I decided to start climbing the hill from Shockoe Bottom back up toward VCU, weather be damned.
The rain varied in intensity for the back half of my ride, but you know what? Once you’re fully soaked, you might as well enjoy the ride. I couldn't get any wetter, but I could be grateful to ride my bike instead of sitting at my computer. I took my glasses off at a stop light (better visibility, ironically) and squelched my way through town until I returned home.
The weather is so fantastic today, and circumstances lined up such that I could get a morning ride in before even starting work. That meant excellent lighting, and a good excuse to bring my DSLR along for a few shots. Logged over 17 miles before my first conference call :-D
My wife and I *love* pick-your-own-fruit farms as fun, seasonal outings. Yeah, we're paying a lot per pound and *we* provide some of the harvesting labor, but it's ultimately a fun excuse to get everybody outside and a whole bunch of fruit all in one shot. This past weekend we took the kids and my mother-in-law to Mt. Olympus Farm for strawberry picking. There are a number of berry patches in the region, but this was the first where, upon stepping into the field, we were overwhelmed with the smell of strawberries. It’s pretty dang tasty fruit, with ample supply of ripe, fragrant, delicious gems.
Of course, when you find a pick-your-own farm with a large quantity of high-quality fruit, you actually don't spend a whole lot of time there. We picked way too many berries in the span of about 30 minutes! But it was still fun, and the weather was beautiful. I'm already looking forward to returning later in the summer for blueberries.
Part of what's helped me maintain healthier eating habits over the past year (in addition to being scared stiff by a frightening medical visit in late 2021) is having some go-to veggies that I can just grab out of the fridge and start eating. Lucky for me I’ve liked carrots and spinach for most of my life, raw or cooked. The raw bit is critical here, because it removes most of the resistance to me eating the healthy stuff. All I have to do is grab some out of the fridge and start putting it in my face.
So nearly every day, for over a year now, I eat a serving of carrots after lunch (even if I get take-out or go to a restaurant) and a serving of baby spinach after the kids go to bed at night. Most people eating raw carrots (sticks, chips, peeled carrots, etc.) eat them with their hands. But the spinach? Well, I just get in there like it’s a hand salad. I like a lot of veggies, but I’ve never cared for salad (nor most salad dressings), so why eat greens with a fork? My wife laughs at me most of the time while I sit on the sofa with my approximately 71 grams of raw, baby spinach, eating it by the bunch like chips out of the bag.
So I had to chuckle at myself when I visited Garnett's a few weeks ago and ordered a plate of spinach while chatting with a pal behind the bar. A huge plate of unadorned spinach arrives at the bar in front of me and I stared at it for a minute before realizing it probably wouldn't be appropriate to tuck in to my food with my hands. I settled for a fork :-P
My family is heading out of town for a few days, so I wanted to get in one more big bike ride on a day off when the weather was incredible. After meeting my wife and son for coffee at the VCU area Blanchard’s, I pointed my handlebars toward the river.
I puttered around the river and canal for a while, appreciating a quiet weekday morning.
Not quite sure what they're doing in the Kanawha Canal, but maybe it’s dredging out a lot of the scunge that’s built up over the years?
After crossing the river twice (first over the T-Pot bridge and back over the Mayo after some Manchester meandering), I headed over to the Capital Trail for a few extra miles out to Varina and back before wrapping up my ride at Journeyman's for a maintenance drop-off.
I was under the impression my bike would be at the shop for a few days, but I got the call a couple hours later that it was ready and tuned up. So my wife dropped me off and I rode it back up the hill to the Northside. Crispy shifting, and no more squeaking! All told around 26 miles on the bike, and it felt incredible.
I was procrastinating. Rather than write the technical documentation that is my ostensible job, I went to the kitchen to deal with a sink problem that’s been a pain in the butt for the past month. The solution was so stupid, and left me so mad at myself, that I can only get relief by sharing the story with the internet.
Some time in February my garbage disposal stopped working in the kitchen sink. Flipping the switch did nothing. Resetting the breaker in the basement did nothing. Pressing the reset switch on the unit under the sink did nothing. With the switch on, there wasn't even a hum, nor any vibration from the disposal itself. It’s a 1/2 horsepower motor, so I’d expect *something* if there was current running through the device. So I figured I had to call an electrician.
But that meant looking into reliable, recommended contractors. Calling said contractors. Hoping at least a couple actually answered and/or returned my calls, let alone actually showed up at a reasonably near-term appointment date and time to take a look at the situation. So I put it off. Putting it off had consequences: the sink started clogging up - not because I kept putting anything in there without a strainer, but because there was probably already stuff that was unground in the disposal that dislodged and stuck in the wastewater pipe. Now I had only the left sink, and running the dishwasher would cause gross water to bubble up from the right sink (if you didn't know, dishwashers will often feed their wastewater through a disposal) before slowly draining. This is gross, yes, but more tolerable than trying to, you know, *call* somebody.
Back to the present where I reveal a key piece of information that I left out at the top. I had read the manual for the disposal. In addition to the reset switch on the underside of the unit there is a hex-shaped nut where you can insert some key (it is literally an Allen wrench in the illustration) to rotate the grinder in order to dislodge any stuck food. Buy why would I need to try this? It’s a high-draw electrical motor! If the unit was receiving power, it would have at least hummed, right? RIGHT!?
I got down on the floor and found the right size Allen wrench to fit the hole and rotated about one full turn in each direction. It was effortless - how on earth could anything be stuck enough to prevent the disposal from starting? Just for good measure I pressed and held the reset switch for a couple of seconds (as I had last month) afterward, and stood up to give it a last ditch try. And the disposal spun to life. Immediately.
At least I don't actually have to call an electrician.
This past Friday I had the good fortune of accompanying my daughter and her Girl Scouts troop to Washington DC by train. The main event was a visit to the National Museum of African American History and Culture on the National Mall. I’d never yet made it to this museum and WOW, it’s incredible. From David Adjaye and Philip Freelon's building design to the breadth and depth of the collection and exhibits, it was nearly overwhelming. Black history IS American history, and Black culture is a critical component of American culture (whether acknowledged or ripped off), so exhibits ranging from Black innovators to educational history, from the performing arts to the world of sports, presented a rich assortment of artifacts and informative displays.
I really need to revisit when I'm not with a large group of largely elementary school girls. When half of your attention is ensuring that everybody stays together and behaves, you cannot fully appreciate all this museum has to offer. I could spend an entire day just exploring the exhibition hall for Black contributions to music, for example. Which is where I stumbled upon The Mothership:
I was also delighted to stumble upon a display all about Richmond's own Maggie Lena Walker, complete with a number of artifacts and news clippings on loan from the Maggie L. Walker Historic Site, somewhere in a hall about Black entrepreneurship and innovation (3rd floor, I believe).
The weather was otherwise kind of crummy that day, so our secondary plans to have a scavenger hunt around The Mall were scuttled. But it was a great day traveling with my kid and her troop.
In June my family and I will travel to Maine for a week. Using the Every Kid Outdoors program as a thin excuse, we're going to spend a week between Bangor, Bar Harbor, Portland, and a few places in between. Also, my best friend Robert lives up there until he moves down to PA for his new professorship, so we’ll absolutely hang out with him as much as possible.
Acadia National Park isn't exactly the most mountainous, but Robert is used to hiking all over the pace doing field work. And I suspect we’ll have more fun in Acadia and elsewhere if we're all a bit more comfortable hiking for more than a few miles on moderate terrain. I wanted to make sure that my whole family understood that visiting national parks is more enjoyable when you can venture farther from your parking spot, so I decided we should start a series of family practice hikes.
The ironic bit here, for anybody who has known me for more than a few years, is that I may previously have been the least likely to suggest hiking at all, let alone a preparatory regimen. But since I ride my bike all the time now, I'm in quite a bit better shape to wander up and down hills than I’ve ever been. And these days, it’s actually the rest of my household that doesn't regularly get much exercise (excepting Maddie, but really only on Fridays at gymnastics).
With that, we parked by the Oregon Hill overlook and walked down the hill to the North Bank Trail, part of the James River Park system. For the first half of our adventure my daughter kept pace with me while my six-year-old hung back with Valerie, constantly talking about how "skinny" the trail was, and wondering why there were no railings. But he loves nature, so he wasn't complaining that hard.
Once we reached the fork between the Texas Beach parking lot and continuing on toward the pump house, I gave the family the choice of walking up and back via neighborhoods back to Oregon Hill, or continuing on a little further and walking back the way we came. Everybody wanted to get off the trail and walk back through the neighborhoods, hoping for mostly flatter terrain.
The walk back through the Maymont area, Randolph, and Oregon Hill was pleasant in its own way, but at this point both kids dragged behind so much that I frequently had to stop in order to let everybody catch up. I'm no athlete, but I guess being regularly active gives me a bit of a speed advantage that I wasn't expecting.
We finally made it back to the car, about 3.75 miles and 2.25 hours later, and I think Valerie agreed we needed more practice hikes ahead of our summer trip! But it was a great way to spend a brisk February morning outside with the family.
