Friday, August 30, 2024

More Robot Outreach - Late Summer 2024

School starts up next week.  Where did the summer go?  Between vacations, an off season competition and just the rate at which time slips away, we just did our last two robotics team outreach visits.  A few random images:

Probably the earliest we've ever had a recruit turn up.  The kid in the baseball cap will be in our Robot School farm system for 7th and 8th graders starting next month.  We let him drive a little at a demo.  Heck, it was his uncle's business.


And of course there is always at least one person with eyes closed making a goofy face.

At another demo.  Robot being operated in a very narrow space.  We could still fire the shooter but had to dial the power back a lot.


The "game pieces" this year were a real pain.  Soft orange foam rings.  After every sustained use there was what we call "Cheeto Dust" all over the floor from the surface being abraded off by the fly wheels.  Good guests clean up after themselves.


This issue is the main reason we got our own Milwaukee Tool portable vacuum.  It runs on the same battery packs we use for drills and such.  The clean up crew of course is the coaches.  The students are the engineers now.  We are the janitors.


Wednesday, August 28, 2024

British Columbia - Acute Contrasts

Of course BC is a big place, so I'm only talking about part of it.  We spent our "off the map" time in the mountainous central part of the province, around Kelowna.  And there were contrasts aplenty.  Huge picturesque lakes....with dry parched hills all around.  

Very beautiful country, and lots to do recreationally.  Skiing, biking, hiking, and in our case various water related activities.  It's a recreational paradise and very hip 'n trendy.  The median home price is $900,000.  At that price level it does not matter if it is US or Canadian.

So yes, a place of contrasts.  


The tent city of homeless people has grown since my last visit.  As even more new condos rise above them.  A place on the top floor of one of these is over 2 mill.  At highest price range you get the lake view.  Half a step down the economic pinnacle you'd have to look out and see the tents.

I'll admit to occasionally being peeved when our Northern Neighbors scold the US for its problems.  But I was gentle in my questioning the locals here.  "How do you resolve this situation personally?"  "Does the obvious inequity bother you?".  There is a general sense of wishing more could be done, a cheerful perspective on how many "tiny houses" they were building Somewhere Else, but no actual answers.  I wondered.... who are these people?....both the ones on high and the ones pushing pilfered shopping carts - that painful symbol of economic impotence - around down in the dirt.

About 300 yards from this spot is the craft brewery district.  Great pizza.  Good beer (too much trendy IPAs for my taste).  The tent people wander past a custom Cheesemaker, an Ethical Butcher, and I believe a nearby warehouse is being converted into an indoor water park.  Better than the muddy ditch you see in the foreground.

Canadians appear to be very invested in US politics.  But my best efforts notwithstanding,  I was able to understand very little of theirs.  So I'm not sure what to make of this:


Maybe this sums up Canadian social mores as well as anything.  A swank looking boutique on the main street....


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PS.  For the reader wondering about the Capybaras, there is a Kangaroo Ranch near the Kelona airport.  You can go interact with assorted critters.  This is better than the alternative but plausible explanation which is that drinking a few cans of that Scrumpy will have you seeing giant rodents no matter where you live.





Monday, August 26, 2024

Eve's Revenge

Seen at a surplus store.  Evidently a real product, but alas, nobody named Eve actually associated with the company.


And no, there is no connection to last Friday's post on Rattlesnake Junction.

Friday, August 23, 2024

Rattlesnake Canyon

The current expedition includes tweens, teens and a desert environment.  So of course there needed to be a side trip to a kitchy entertainment complex.  Welcome to Rattlesnake Canyon.  No actual rattlesnakes included.


The Old Prospector theme is not entirely inapt, there were historic mines in nearby hills.  Now?  Mini golf, ice cream, rides, that sort of thing.

And Bumper Boats.  Assorted younger members of the extended family were waved over by a beloved and trusted Aunt...


That'll teach 'em!


And also....


With most of the rides I was more interested in examining the mechanical parts.  Wonder how many psi on those hydraulics?  What gear ratio does it take to run that helicopter ride?  And so forth.

There was also an arcade.  I've not been in such a place for years.  No doubt inspired by the just released Alien movie I found this.  Not sure what happens when it's Game Over Man.


A nearby pinball machine has a bit of a history lesson in it:


And a bit more detail including more creepy aliens.


I wonder how many people playing this even recognize the band named Foo Fighters.  And of that small number, how many know that the term actually goes back to the final days of World War Two where pilots reporting strange lights and aircraft dubbed them F****** Foo Fighters! 

Some of these of course were the various German jet and rocket powered fighters that were secretly developed late in the war.  From the Foo Fighters arose the mythos of UFOs.

Marvelously, the squadron most associated with the story of WWII Foo Fighters was deactivated post war, then reactivated as a classified unit operating out of Groom Lake, testing and later operating the top secret F-117 Stealth Fighter!

 

Wednesday, August 21, 2024

Off the Map Again

 Traveling.  First stop, alas, was putting Hank into the kennel, aka Dog Jail.


Various transportation modes then ensued.  And with feet back on the ground....


Capybaras.  World's largest rodents.  Hank would not be happy about these abominations of nature.

It is prudent to read labels with care.


How far off the map am I this time?




Monday, August 19, 2024

Reunion

Some events in life are by their very nature recurring.  They pass without much comment.  Others you must be fortunate to experience but could happen several times.  Grandchildren are an obvious one.  But there is at least one event that is inevitable, if of course you live long enough.

Your 50th high school class reunion.

I went to the five year reunion.  It was interesting.  Everyone looks their absolute best at about age 23.  In particular, and please bear in mind that I was then single, the girls, by then of course women, were quite presentable

Since then the reunions have been at times and places that were logistically difficult, and that is the case once again.  I'd be willing to invest an afternoon/evening in the project, but having to drive a fair distance, attend an event at an (ugh) Country Club and then stay overnight in an expensive hotel....nah.

My brother took a pass on his 50th last year.  So while we were laboring in the hot sun on the Homesteading Project it was something we discussed.  I tend to get philosophical in such matters and wondered if it would be best to attend as who you were, who you are, or who you'd like to be.  This sets aside the question of whether you "are" who you think you are or who they think you are.  I concluded that the ideal would be to attend in an entirely different persona.  Drop vague hints about your life but give few details.  Wear a fez and perhaps an eye patch.  Deflect all questions on either.

The next day while walking the dog he dragged me straight into a patch of brush and I got a minor corneal abrasion that required me to wear an eye patch for two days.  I had been given a Sign.

So, rather than devote roughly a day of my remaining span of time to satisfying mild curiosity my RSVP will consist of this letter. 

Well.  A decade here, a decade there...pretty soon we're talkin' half a century.  The time and place of the upcoming reunion being logistically challenging,  I shan't be in attendance.  Besides, Tatiana says it sounds rather boring; but she did suggest it might be possible to hire an actress to stand in for her. "Maybe somebody who could play the part of an Indiana farm girl or some such".  

I'm at one of our home bases now but have had a chance to travel widely.  Herr Kauls would be pleased that I've become sufficiently fluent in German to occasionally be mistaken for Dutch.  I've also picked up snippets of French, Italian and enough Arabic that one of my sons and I worked out a routine for getting through souks unbothered by convincing the merchants we were from a former Soviet Republic called Tegwaristan.  I've traveled by jet, ferry boat, on foot and once memorably as a hobo riding the rails.

In the course of a single unusual year I found a way to be employed as an Emergency Room doctor, a Carny, a robotics instructor and on an archaeological dig.  On expeditions of the latter sort I've found everything from intact roman shoes to live World War I artillery shells.

I've had a book published, two screen plays rejected, and am almost certainly the only alumnus of our revered Alma Mater to be invited to speak at the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown.

It has been a fun if occasionally implausible life.  By the way, the details above are actually 84% true, which is probably a better percentage than what is traded in casual banter at surreal gatherings of people who knew each other most of a life time ago.....

Please keep me on the list for future gatherings.  'Tats' says she'll go to the 100th, and as she is scandalously younger than I she's probably good for it.  I will also plan on attending, if for no other reason than to hoist a valedictory flagon of whatever Faustian Concoction has been keeping me alive long enough to become the Last Member of the Class of 1974.

There was a return envelope with the announcement of the reunion.  No postage of course.  I'll festoon it with as many weird stamps as I can round up and put as a return address the Pilersuisiq store in Arsuk, Greenland.

Friday, August 16, 2024

CCC Camp Globe

 A sign along a lonesome dirt road.


I've been interested in Camp Globe for several years.  Ever since I ran across a copy of the camp newspaper in the archives at UW Eau Claire.  It is such an interesting name.  And the front page of the newsletter shows this:


I really liked the big globes on top of the gate posts.  CCC camps often had interesting features of this sort at their entries.

It says on the sign, this camp was in operation from 1933 to 1942, although if true the last few years it would have only been home to a few caretakers.  In 1937 there was a general scaling back of the CCC system and the local paper says Globe was closed at that time.  I'll have to look at a few more of these signs but suspect the dates given are "generic" for the CCC program in a general - or shall we say global - sense.

In its heyday it had about 200 "CCC boys" mostly doing forestry work and fire fighting.  It had a telephone system, a hospital, fire lookout towers.  It had the usual sports and educational programs.  There were dances where an evidently organized system of transportation brought in local "gals" and an orchestra.  The Globe Trotter covered camp life in detail.  You can read most of the paper's run at the link down below.

A few photos of the camp have survived:


There's not much recent on the internet about Camp Globe.  One short article I read indicated that there was nothing left of the place.  Based on my exploration of other CCC camps I found that implausible.  So when I was in the area I stopped by.  Leaving my car on the Camp Globe Road I strolled a short distance down a small turn off road that was home to a few frogs and many mosquitoes.  And I found this:


A pair of big stone pylons.  One is tipping drunkenly towards the other.  Here's a better view of the upright one:


So, have I found the entry posts to Camp Globe?  If you use a little imagination and cover these in wood cladding the proportions look right.  And up on the top there are these big metal rods, just the thing to anchor down those fancy globes....



But even allowing for the partial collapse of the northernmost pillar, these are way closer together than the newspaper image would suggest.  And whatever road went through them is taking off at a 90 degree angle from the path I walked in on.

But I think I'm right in this ID.  Newspapermen and artists have always taken liberties, and its hard to see any other function for things that look like this.

Ghosts in the woods.

Here's the run of Globe Trotter newspapers.  The survival of so many CCC newspapers is likely because they were mailed to the Library of Congress.  Included in this set of images is an envelope that proves this.  

I'll probably go back for a visit in the fall to see what is still actually surviving.  CCC Camp Globe is logically on Camp Globe Road near the intersection with Horse Creek Lane.  It is about five miles north of Fairchild Wisconsin.  If you want more precise directions there is, and I did not know it at the time, a geocache on the site: Camp Globe.  I shall look it up next time I am there.  Probably it is near the "gate posts".

And HERE are a few more pictures of Camp Globe.



Wednesday, August 14, 2024

A Hoppy Harvest Ahead

I don't really have a "green thumb".  When it comes to gardening I'll toss a few seeds in the ground and let Darwin take over.  But there is one thing I'm really good at cultivating, and this year's early spring and ample rain has helped a great deal.

The hops are climbing all over everywhere, exploding off the fence and onto anything nearby.  Such as this festooned bit of lawn art.



Monday, August 12, 2024

Getting off of that LA Freeway

The journey of the Homesteaders has had interesting stops along the way.  Including an interlude in LA.  Now the trail leads to a new beginning that is literally along a "dirt road back street".  It calls to mind the classic song written by Guy Clark and performed by various artists starting with the one and only Jerry Jeff Walker.  


Here's the place.  As seen from the dirt road.


By the way, the song lyrics vary depending on who sings it - and probably how late in the evening it was sung! - but more or less:

Pack up all your dishes.
Make note of all good wishes.
Say goodbye to the landlord for me.
That son of a bitch has always bored me.
Throw out them LA papers
And that moldy box of vanilla wafers.
Adios to all this concrete.
Gonna get me some dirt road back street

Chorus
If I can just get off of this LA freeway
Without getting killed or caught
I'd be down that road in a cloud of smoke
For some land that I ain't bought bought bought

Here's to you old skinny Dennis
Only one I think I will miss
I can hear that old bass singing
Sweet and low like a gift you're bringin'
Play it for me just one more time now
Got to give it all we can now
I beleive everything your saying
Just keep on, keep on playing

Chorus

And you put the pink card in the mailbox
Leave the key in the old front door lock
They will find it likely as not
I'm sure there's somethin' we have forgot
Oh Susanna, don't you cry, babe
Love's a gift that's surely handmade
We've got something to believe in
Dontcha' think it's time we're leavin'

Chorus

Friday, August 9, 2024

Deer Hunting 2024 - A Season of Uncertainty

It has been a busy summer.  It will be a busy fall.  But there is something largely missing.  Preparations for deer hunting.  I have not had a single trail cam out.  My target practice has consisted of a single foray to our middle of the woods hillbilly range in which, admittedly, three generations of the family each showed proficiency with various calibers of weapons.  

I have not even visited our usual tree stand locations, although that's mostly because my walks now include the Exuberant Dog who would tangle his leash on half the trees and lift a leg on the other half.

The basic problem is that there are not many deer around.  Here's a chart of winter severity for 2022-23.  It explains why I did not see a single deer last season, other than a few really smart ones who decided to insolently park themselves on people's lawns.

Confusingly on this chart green means a very bad winter, deeper shades of red a milder one.  Our main hunting area was one clobbered by a combination of cold, snow and a prolonged winter.  Lots of deer did not make it.  Hence the empty woods in the fall of '23.

Deer tags go on sale Monday.  There will be few issued in our county.  That's fair.  You don't devote time and energy to this hobby without a respect for both the deer and for the future of hunting.  Ironically, while there are still not a lot of deer Up North the ones you do see are looking fab.  The winter of 2023-24 was almost non-existent, so survival was excellent and they've all had lots to eat.

The Wisconsin Department of Natural Resources always comes in for criticism.  Not from me, mind you, but from many.  And the dialing back of permits for the upcoming hunt has been pretty significant.

So we strategize.  We look at backup sites.  I may try my hand with a crossbow to get in on that season, which precedes the November rifle hunt.  

Maybe we'll get deer this year.  Maybe not.  Both the weather and the inner workings of the DNR are beyond my control.  At least it should be fun.  Our first official three generation hunt and the new possibilities of hunting on The Homestead.

Fingers crossed for permits on Monday.  It's an online sign up that my archaeology friends will find oh so familiar.....




Wednesday, August 7, 2024

A New Sturgeon

There is good news/bad news to the Strange Fish geocache series.  Because the containers are usually in places where there are people around, they get swiped or moved by accidental finders.  And the cooler the container the more likely this is to happen.  But that's OK.  For me the fun is mostly building a good "fish" container and I don't mind replacing them with an upgraded version.

I've done various things in the series, not all of them look like the fish they commemorate.  But they do have to be waterproof and big enough for the geocache log and maybe a pencil and some "swag", things people leave behind and exchange.

This was version 1.0 of the cache container.


Not bad, but the shiny duct tape was not an ideal covering, and I got the fins wrong.  The head is removable to get at the inner ziplock with the cache log.

Strange Fish Lake Sturgeon 1.0 vanished once completely after about a year in service.  I replaced it with a 2.0 version that was tossed together quickly.  This version was based on a Rapala lure, and sat on top of a screw cap section of PVC pipe.  Alas, a screw on cap that allows grit to get into it soon becomes difficult.  So, time for version 3.0.

Here's 2.0 and 3.0 side by side.  I rather like the newest version.  The fins and tail are now flexible but sturdy bits of mouse pad material.  The head unscrews.


The exterior is wrapped with friction tape.  It is better visual camoflage especially when it picks up various bits of dirt and bark on its slightly sticky surface.

I also think I have the head and eyes much more realistic, even if the body is a bit too skinny.

The newest version of the geocache was based on this:


This is some kind of in ground sprinkler nozzle.  If you squint you can see that I got these for a buck each at the surplus store.  I had to slice off the side port, as it was a bit thick for a fin, but otherwise did not have to do much to make a nice waterproof cache container.  It is a bit long and thin for most species.  Next time I do a new container I'll have a start to finish tutorial.

Monday, August 5, 2024

Brewery Detective - Augusta Wisconsin. (Plus a Very Forgotten Brewery Cave?)

My efforts to help The Homesteaders build this summer has taken me through Augusta Wisconsin on a regular basis.  It's a pretty old community for a place that was not on early water transportation routes.  Among the bits of history that I have rattling around in my head is this: there was an early brewery there.  But nobody seems to know much about it.  Time for some detective work.

Doug Hoverson's magnum opus "The Drink that Made Wisconsin Famous" gives a few basics.  

The brewery was known as Kaspar Neher and Co., and was in business roughly from 1870 - 1878.  It first shows up in government records in 1870, when they produced a paltry 100 barrels of beer.  They never seem to have topped 180 barrels.  So it was a small time operation.

Various other names are associated with the venture.  In 1870 Neher and "his neighbor Nicholas Mergener" were listed as the proprietors.  Later a Jacob Haskett was involved.  I also found one mention of an "R. Wegener" being involved.  This is probably the same name as Mergener, but neither has been easy to locate.  In any event the brewery fell on hard times and in 1876 was reported as being mortgaged.  An article in an Eau Claire paper from 1878 indicates it was by then out of business.

Neher went on to have a stake in the F.X. Schmidmeyer brewery in Chippewa Falls, yet another twist in that very complex ownership story......

Only a few other facts are certain.  There is, or was, a Brewery Hill in Augusta.  That would seem a near certain location for the enterprise.  As to location of this, well, its hard to say.  A history of early Augusta mentions that one of the first homes in the community was built by Erastus Bills and his son S.E. Bills, near "..what is now known as Brewery Hill."  They would have been there circa 1857, long before the brewery.   The article mentioning this was from 1906, so the name Brewery Hill persisted quite a while before being lost.

So where was this mysterious brewery?  In general early breweries would be located along a creek or near a nice spring.  A hill side is almost a necessity, as a lagering cave would be needed.  You also needed road access to bring in grain and to haul out heavy barrels.  And if possible,  set up shop just outside the city limits so you could sell a little beer outside of city ordinance saloon hours.

We have our work cut out for us on this one.  Warning...between assorted German spellings, transcription and OCR glitches, it will be heavy lifting.

There is an 1878 map of Eau Claire County that shows the Augusta area in considerable detail.  Starting with the known names I did find a couple of places of interest.  Like this one:


Lets call this site one.  Just west of town.  We have E.S. Bills owning property along a creek.  A J.M. Hackett is next door.  Not Haskett but close.  But there is a problem.....I can't see a hill anywhere near.  Sometimes hills do go away when railroads barge through.

Further out east of town a ways there are two more properties owned by various someones named Bills.  We have a J. Bills, and an Ira Bills.  no doubt relatives.  Could one of them be on the "old homestead"?  There was after all a 20 year gap in time between the original settlement and this map.  And just a bit further down the road there is a gently rising hill and this....


Property owned by someone named Meher.  A typo for Neher?  Lets call this site two.  

Finally, south of town but not on a creek or near any apparent hill, is another lot labeled E.S. Bills.   It is an open field now, not much chance of surviving brewery remains anywhere near.  I'm going to rule this one out.  It just looks like second tier real estate, and as the main significance of the Bills homestead is proximity to a hill it does not look promising.

A bit more digging came up with the following.   The Neher involved was actually named Melchior Kasper Neher.  He was born in Germany in 1838.  His father Johannes, or John,  emigrated to Eau Claire in 1862 and ran a distillery starting in 1864.  When it burned down Melchior started his new venture, a brewery on the north side.  He sold this to a man named Hunner in 1868.  I suspect he moved to Augusta about this time.

This should make the second potential site, that with a J. Meher property, the likely location of the Augusta brewery.  Johannes Neher Senior was dead by then, but Melchior had brothers named Johannes Jr.,  Joseph and John!  Any would make sense to hold the property title in this fiscally unstable enterprise.  And there is something of a hill on the site, but no creek.    Here's a look out across the fields towards the Neher/Meher property:


Not much to see.  That little tuft of scrubby stuff in the middle probably used to be "something", but more than likely just an old windmill or some such.  A bit closer in but still on what I'm starting to think of as Brewery Hill there is this:


Nice, and just the sort of structure you'd expect for an 1870's small brewery, but I'd put this on the "J.F. Hall" property and suspect it means little beyond that there was habitation on the hill, such as it is, at the right time.  By the way, Augusta has a large Amish community who still build in old fashioned configurations.  I saw several area structures that "look" 1870's but were probably less than 20 years old.

Ah, but regular students of brewery history will ask "where's the cave?".  Years ago I read, in a source I can no longer locate, that there was a brick structure along the creek in "downtown" Augusta that had once been used for beer storage.  My brief search then was not productive.  But going back a second time I had more information to work with.  Firstly, that this made sense.  You need to store lager for months in a cool, protected space.  Ideally a hard rock cave going way back into a hill.  No such geology is present within a few miles of Augusta.  You could cheat a bit and use ice in a less ideal cave, but getting enough of that would be difficult at any of the three sites I considered for the brewery.  On the other hand.....

If you go back to the first map you can see that Bridge Creek was once dammed up, leaving a nice mill pond upstream.  The supposed cave site was just downstream from that, where Stone Street crosses the creek.   So I went back for another look.  There  is "something" there.


A roughly arch shaped structure.  The front wall looks pretty well made.


Maybe the cave for the elusive Augusta brewery.  I'd be a bit happier with the ID if the flat ground behind this structure showed any evidence of vent holes or a cave in.  Still, I'd say the odds of this being a very well filled in 1870's brewery cave are better than even.

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Addendum:  Melchior Kaspar Neher moved on after his time in Augusta.  In 1876 he took over the struggling F.X. Schmidmeyer brewery in Chippewa Falls in partnership with a man named Huber.  Although production was increased the venture was not a success and it went under by the end of 1879.  He next turns up in Crete Nebraska as a participant and later owner of the Western Brewery in that town.  He also ran a billiards hall, a restaurant, and had a sort of picnic and party area out of town called Neher's Grove.   From the available records it sounds as if his involvement in Crete began in 1875.  How was he involved in three different breweries at the same time?  His final venture in Nebraska seems to have done reasonably well.  But through the 1880's he was in declining health, eventually moving to Albuquerque New Mexico where one of his sons ran "Neher's Opera House".  He died there in August of 1890. 


And no, I can't explain the difference between obituary in the newspaper and date marked on the tombstone.  The latter would seem more likely to be in error.  Melchior was an enigma to the very end.



 

Friday, August 2, 2024

Hank Versus the Rodents of Unusual Size

Hank loves walks so much he's willing to compromise on some basic dog instincts.  I do not care to have my shoulder pulled out of its socket just because he sees a squirrel a block away.  So I issue the command:  "Leave 'em."  Sometimes for extra emphasis I remind him: "They're punks!"

It works fairly well unless one of them is extra insolent and/or appears suddenly and at close range.

You can't just have him chasing any old fur bearing critter.  Some of them would likely take a piece out of him.

The other day we were walking when this critter was prowling around in the tall grass.  It's a wood chuck, aka ground hog.  He did not give Hank any respect at all....


But this was at least a teenage punk 'chuck, not a full sized one.  On another section of our route Hank was very curious about this.  Hmmm, smells like a really big Squirrel!


Really big is right.  Beavers can be bigger than Hank, and have teeth sufficient to gnaw down trees.  

As the silly mutt shows evidence of Dog Bravery towards bears, Amish horse and buggies, UPS guys, etc, its best he does not get close to Rodents with Attitude.