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Epic road trip, 2024

As you might have gathered from my last few posts, I’ve been indulging my avian side’s migratory tendencies with an epic (for me) road trip. While driving doesn’t appeal to me that much, that was the best mode of transportation for this journey.

I had several objectives for this trip: visit my Parents niche in the Columbarium at Arlington National Cemetery, visit family in Pennsylvania, and visit an old friend in Massachusetts, which would include looking around the area where I fledged and hadn’t been back to in some 40 years.

Planning this trip was no small feat in itself (I’m definitely in the “measure twice, cut once” camp), and I really wasn’t sure what to expect when I broached the idea of my taking two full weeks off from work, and Oh by the way, I’m not going to be very reachable. But my manager was supportive and said they’d make it work, so the planning continued.

I decided that I didn’t want to go much past 7 hours en-route in any one day of driving. Since I’m an early bird and would start out around sunrise, that would get me to my planned destinations by mid-to-late afternoon. I’d have no problem meeting check-in times and have no reason to rush, and could travel in daylight. Knowing what I know about “human factors” from aviation, I knew it’d be a good thing to not put myself in the position of having to push limits.

What to take? Traveling by car makes this a lot easier, as I don’t have to fit everything into a carry-on that fits in the overhead bin. That said, my car isn’t all that big, so I gave this a lot of thought. Priority, of course, is any prescription medications or medical supplies. Beyond that, I told myself that it’s not like there won’t be 18 big-box stores along the way if I missed something. So, climate-appropriate clothes, of course. Plenty of snacks to keep handy in th car. Hiking gear (backpack with appropriate 10-essentials, trail shoes and socks…), personal and work laptops (just in case), a few diversions in case I ended up idled someplace (crossword puzzles, book to read, tongue drum…).

What about the house? I’d be leaving it alone for just about 2 weeks. While I have no reason to expect something to go Horribly Wrong, that Mr. Murphy is always lurking around. If a pipe broke the day after I left, it might be a long time before anyone noticed the house sliding down the hill with the flood. To mitigate this, I shut off the water just before I left. I didn’t leave much in the refrigerator (N.B. with a bird in residence, there are no leftovers), but had some stuff in the freezer. I loaded up the freezer with a bunch of ice packs I’d accumulated so that, maybe, if the freezer failed a day or two before I got home, it wouldn’t be a total loss. Of course, no point in keeping the house any warmer than necessary to prevent something from freezing if it got Cold. Everything else should take care of itself. The network and servers have UPSs to ride through any transient power issues. I put the trash out just before I left, and, of course, filled the bird feeders to capacity.

I ventured forth from my home range in upstate South Carolina, USA and headed to Lake Anna State Park, Virginia. The day started out kinda misty/foggy, and the fog got almost thick enough to affect travel at times, but the impact was minimal and I just had some on-and-off light rain on this leg. I planned a day off from driving at Lake Anna to spend in the woods, which you can read about here. That route was mostly Interstate highways for a little over half, then US highways. Interstates are good for getting there quickly, but the US highways are, IMHO, an easier drive. You get a break from “highway driving” occasionally at intersections and towns, and there was a long stretch of US-360 that was divided 4-lane through very rural areas with little traffic. The disadvantage of roads like that is there’s not a lot of places to stop: you won’t find a Love’s, QT, or Bucky’s at every interchange. At one point I was starting to get just a bit concerned about my fuel status and wondered if I should ask Google where the nearest gas station was, but I spotted one before it got to that point.

Speaking of fuel, have a good idea of your range and how far you’re going. I was able to do most of my legs and refuel towards the end, leaving me in good shape for the next leg. I use one trip odometer to track miles-since-fueling, which combined with the “miles to go” on the navigation app let me manage the fuel stops. Of course, fuel stops are also restroom stops, but don’t think you can’t stop until you need fuel. Take advantage of rest areas every hour or two and just stretch out, have a snack, get some fresh air.

After Lake Anna, my next and most challenging destination was Arlington National Cemetery. When I was there last year for our ceremony, I remarked when I got to the hotel front desk “I don’t want to sound like I’m some yokel from rural South Carolina who doesn’t know how to do things in the big city, but I am a yokel from rural South Carolina who has no clue how to do things in the big city”. I planned a route that would let me dart in to Arlington from the west, avoiding Washington DC and all that, and then dart back out to the west. Getting in there went pretty well, and I found the Columbarium with no problem.

Getting out was a different matter. I couldn’t make the turn I needed to because of traffic, and Google rerouted me, yeah, up towards Baltimore and I-95. Alright, let’s go.

There’s something I learned on that leg. I know in that part of the world toll roads, bridges, tunnels, and whatnot are a lot more prevalent than in my home range, so when Google told me to take the exit for I-895 (note to the highway planners: you’re about to run out of “95’s”) and I saw the toll warnings and “no exit before toll” I wasn’t concerned, I had cash at hand. It wasn’t until I was on the exit ramp and turning off I-695 that I saw a little note on the exit ramp sign: “NO CASH”. WHAT?? How am I supposed to pay this toll? It was far too late at that point to abort the exit without doing something that would have probably closed the highway for hours, so shrug. Apparently all the toll collection these days is automated and a transponder or car tag bills the toll to your online account (which I didn’t have at that point).

Having gotten through that toll tunnel, I got off the highway and re-planned the route to get me away from I-95. From there it was mostly US and state highways up into Pennsylvania, and I got to my destination about an hour later than originally envisioned. Fortunately, my planning was conservative (see above) and I still had a good bit of daylight left over.

I spent a non-driving day with some family in Pennsylvania. While there I got online and created myself some “pay-by-plate” toll accounts for the states I had already run tolls in or expected to encounter going further north. I’m told that they’ll just send me a bill, which is fine, as long as it doesn’t include a ticket. My research showed that there’s just no place to cross the Hudson River without paying a toll unless you go all the way up to Albany, which would have added at least 2 hours to my ETE to Massachusetts. With accounts created, I considered that a solved issue.

Next was a short leg (just 5 hours) to Massachusetts. This is the area where I did a lot of growing up and fledged back in the 1970s before taking a job in South Carolina in 1980. I’d been back a few times in the early 1980s, but hadn’t been there in some 40 years.

I used to work for Digital Equipment Corporation at “The Mill” (as we called it, the complex used to be a woolen mill back in civil war times). Back then, in Digital’s heyday, this parking lot would have been full.

Digital is long gone now, having been bought by Compaq, then by HP, and spun off into HPE. The running joke is that no one would have thought that Digital, at one time the 2nd largest computer company in the world, would get bought by a PC company, which would then get bought by a printer company. I wandered around the town a bit, which seems to have recovered from Digital’s demise, and got a pizza that still tasted like it did back in the 1970s.

I visited Minuteman Field, where I learned to fly/fledged. Of course, there’s more gates and fences these days, but the field is basically the same and seemed to be doing well.

My non-driving day involved a hike with that old friend at the Assabet River National Wildlife Refuge. That area had been used by the US Army until 2000, when it was turned over to the US Fish & Wildlife Service.

Then it was back to Pennsylvania, where I had planned three non-driving days to spend with more family. Did some walking around the neighborhood and the woods behind the house, including one walk in a bit of a snow squall. That was the only snow I encountered on the whole trip, in spite of a chance of snow on the way south from Massachusetts.

While there, I noted some things that you just don’t see in my home range, like this lawn appliance:

It took me a while to figure out that this is to show the snow depth. I also got to visit the world’s largest Shop-Rite supermarket:

My Sister keeps a well-provisioned bird feeder, which provided some photography opportunities:

While there, the weather forecast for my next stop, Powhatan State Park, VA, began to gel. Before I left, I looked at what forecasts were available (a forecast almost two weeks out is pretty much in tea-leaves territory) and climatological data and decided: Virginia in early March? I don’t need to bring shorts. Wrong. By the time I was headed that way the forecast for my hike day was 78F degrees. Remember how I said there’d be no shortage of big-box retailers along the way? A stop in Culpepper, VA resolved the shorts issue as well as doubled as a fuel stop.

The hike day at Powhatan was almost perfect, just a bit chilly starting out.

Finally, it was time for the last leg and homeward bound. More US highways, then onto I-85 in North Carolina. It was about half-way down through NC that I encountered the worst weather of the whole trip when I ran into a big area of moderate to heavy rain. For a while it was heavy enough that the windshield wipers were just keeping up with it. Keeping pace with highway speeds in those conditions wasn’t much fun, but I knew I was going to be on I-85 for quite a while so I just picked the next-to-right lane (to avoid exiting and entering traffic and exit-only lanes) and followed the vehicle in front of me. Coming out of Charlotte traffic slowed way down, almost to a crawl at times, which was actually a bit of a relief. Traffic kept moving and eventually resumed normal speed as we came out of the rain.

Arriving at home, I found everything in order, just as I left it. I padded my mail hold a bit so I didn’t have to worry about that for a couple days. My main priorities were a) getting a grocery pick-up order placed for the following morning, and b) unloading the car so I could pick up those groceries. Refilled the bird feeders, took a walk around the neighborhood to reacquaint myself and see if anything changed.

Reflecting on the trip, I think I can say “mission accomplished”. I hit all my objectives on schedule (having slack in the schedule helps that). Saw new things, learned useful things. I can say with assurance that I’m now “current” on highway driving (pilots will recognize that phraseology). Everything worked out very close to plan. A flip of the crest to my co-workers who kept everything going and didn’t feel a need to call me. I think alternating the driving and hiking (or whatever) days was a good strategy to avoid getting too “road weary”.

I probably will do this again at some point, it was a pleasure seeing those distant friends and family members in 3D for a change and not in a Zoom window. I would like to take more time and make more stops along the way, but as long as I’m working, I think two weeks is about the most I can reasonably “PTO”, so the basic itinerary would be the same. One thing I will change: I love and miss my parents, but I think I’m going to skip Arlington next time. I’m a woodland creature, not a city bird.

The biggest take-away to me is that I can do this, and I now have some experience, which is always useful. And I now have one of those E-Z Pass toll transponders.

Some statistics:
Statute miles driven: 2084
Fuel used: 55.229 gallons
Most expensive gas: 3.699/gal, Lancaster PA
Cheapest gas: 3.089/gal, Laurens, SC
States traversed: 9: SC NC VA MD WV PA NY CT MA
Statute miles hiked or walked: 51 (that I recorded)
Unread work Emails upon return: 5781

On nice things

Let’s say your Father gave you a car. A really Nice, high-end car. Maybe a Bugatti, with leather interior, W16 engine that purrs like a kitten and delivers instant power. A RRRRRREEEAAAAllly sweet ride. Dad toses you the keys and says “it’s all yours!”.

Now, yeah, it’s your car, you can do what you want. But how do you think your Father is going to feel when he sees you scraping the paint off on guard rails, your rowdy friends on the hood holding on to the windshield wipers, the oil Way past time for a change, fast food bags and stale french fries all over the seats, engine miss-firing because of all the over-revving, the beer stains… Maybe you don’t care what Dad thinks, but, come on, couldn’t you do better? Wouldn’t that be respectful of your Father and what He gave you?

Suppose Dad didn’t just buy you the car, but made it Himself? Wouldn’t you feel just a bit bad about trashing it?

And God said, “Let Us make man in Our image, after Our likeness; and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth.” – Genesis 1:26 (KJ21).

That sounds like we were handed the keys to a world. A RRRRRREEEAAAAllly nice high-end world. A world lushly upholstered with life that all works together like a well-tuned W16. Shouldn’t we be taking care of it? Keeping it clean? Keeping it running smoothly, as it was designed to run?

I was just out picking up garbage along a little ~0.5km stretch of lake shore.

Come on, can’t we do better?`

Vince Adametz, conclusion

I’m sorry the live stream didn’t work out, the videographer said they just couldn’t get the signal the needed out of where we were in the cemetery.

The recording is available for anyone who wants to see what went on. This will redirect to youtube:
https://my.anc.media/3ktdOpu

And, at this point, as they say, “mission accomplished.”

Arlington National Cemetery does something like (IIRC) 30 of these services per day, which necessitates a certain efficiency to keep things moving, however that efficiency does not impinge on the solemnity or dignity of these ceremonies in any way. At no point did anything seem rushed or like it was on a timeline. They do this Right. Everybody we encountered, from the guards checking IDs, people directing parking to the Honor Guard, Minister, and everyone else gave us complete respect and honor for our loved ones.

N.B. our videographer is not affiliated with Arlington National Cemetery. The Cemetery does not provide this service, nor do they even recommend videopgraphers.

Arlington live stream

For those who may wish to attend the ceremonies for my Parents at Arlington National Cemetery but are unable to Be There, we will have a live stream. You can test access and see a countdown at:
https://my.anc.media/3jb8GGb
This being the Washington ADIZ, sometimes the President or the Black helicopters cause communication interruptions, but we’ll do the best we can.
Ceremonies are scheduled for Tuesday, 2023-01-17, at 10:00 (am) EST.

Going to Arlington

My parents, Vincent Adametz, and his Wife, Margret, will be laid to rest together with military honors at Arlington National Cemetery, Arlington, VA, USA on January 17, 2023, at 10:00 EST. Anyone wishing to attend is welcome, just drop me an Email at the address on my About page so we’ll have a count. I intend to have a videographer make a recording of the event that I will share afterwards.

Arlington National Cemetery information: https://www.arlingtoncemetery.mil

My Dad’s first-hand account of his war experiences is available in the World War II section of the menu in the right.

What a year

I hope everyone is having a good Solstice, be it the Winter or Summer Solstice, depending on your half of the world.

It’s a bit hard to believe that it’s been a year now since my Dad passed away, and I am reminded of what I wrote then:

It’s very easy to see omens and portents in things are are probably coincidences, but sometimes doing that helps us see events in a constructive manner. My Dad passed away on the Winter Solstice (he didn’t mess with Christmas), our longest dark night of the year. It marks the beginning of winter, which is a hard time indeed for many, especially my wild familiars. But the lengthening daylight attests to the promise of a spring that will come, with it’s renewal and new life. We will have cold, dark days ahead as we come to terms with this, but we will emerge renewed, into the spring sunshine.

Somehow, right now, with all that’s been happening, it doesn’t feel like much renewal happened, but let’s remain hopeful. One thing about this world and nature is that she keeps trying. It’s an iterative process.

Regarding my Dad, I just heard back from Arlington National Cemetery about his eligibility to be interred there: YES. So we’ll be going to Arlington. If you want to be in on that and haven’t already heard from me, drop me an Email at the address on my About page. It’s going to be “months” before we even get to talk to someone about scheduling, so there’s time.

More on Fluffy

Fluffy had a home here,

and she still does:

Visitation by appointment please.

There’s one more story about Fluffy that needs to be told.

Many years ago now, at work we were putting our first web site up on the wild Internet. There were two groups of people involved with this.

There were the web site developers, sort of like the playwrights and scenery designers. They do all the stuff that you see when you visit a web site: the graphics, text, forms, etc…

The other group, mine, was the system administrators. We were charged with all the stuff you don’t see: making sure the sound and lighting work, the stage doesn’t creak, and making sure everyone comes in through the front entrance and no riff-raff slips in through the stage door.

Normally, for a web server, that stage door is blocked off from the street: you have to go in through the parking garage and through multiple security checkpoints to reach the stage door. You can’t just walk up to the door from the street.

Well, the developers wanted to be able to get in quickly and correct any problems with their web site, and so wanted to have access to that stage door from the street (Internet). The system administrators said that was a Really Bad Idea, because everyone would be trying to get in that door, trying all sorts of user IDs and passwords. A compromise was reached and we left that door accessible for just a few days, in case there were some early problems with the web site that needed to be corrected quickly.

But we watched that door carefully. If someone snuck in there, it would be game over. And as we expected, we saw people trying to log in to our web server with all sorts of known-powerful user IDs: system, admin, oracle, dba, fluffy, root, administrator… Wait… WHAT? Someone was trying to hack into our server with the user ID “fluffy”??

Fast forward to 2012. My Dad and I adopt a cat, whose name just happens to be Fluffy. That started the legend of the l33t hax0r (elite hacker, in the lingo) Fluffy.

Last year as fiber was being run down the road in front of the house, Fluffy watched the crews with great interest, no doubt eager for more bandwidth to support her hacks in to the NSA and Russia and who knows what else…..

After I began working from home due to the pandemic, Fluffy would sometimes come into my home office for something, and I’d have to explain (again) “Fluffy, I’m at work now, if you need something, you need to put in a help desk ticket.” Apparently she didn’t like our ticketing system any more than the rest of us, because she never did hack that system to enter any tickets. Not that I have any doubt that she could.

After the virtual remembrence

My Thanks to all who were able to attend. I hope this helped make this somber occasion a little less so.

For those who were unable to attend, or just want to watch again, I’ve posted the recording of the event on YouTube; you can view it here: https://youtu.be/CtuIIeV6ckQ

A couple things that were mentioned:

The first hand account of my Dad’s war experiences: https://wildcorvid.org/media/1941.pdf

The video of him telling stories at the Ford Elementary School in Laurens, SC: http://youtu.be/68HuZiPgVMw

I will inform everyone when we can get together for real for further remembering and the burial. Where is a bit of an open question right now. My Dad’s overriding wish is to be placed with his Wife, who is buried in St. Augustine, FL, however in later years he expressed an interest in going to a military cemetery. Maybe Arlington if he’s eligible, or maybe some place associated with the 3rd Infantry Division he served with, or Ft. Jackson SC where he did his basic training. Either way I’ll be making a trip to Florida. When is also an open question, depending on the course of the pandemic. Stay tuned.

Vince Adametz virtual remembrance, 2021-02-07

I’m going to [attempt to] host a virtual memorial/remembrance for my Dad on Sunday, February 7th, at 3:00pm EST (noon PST, 20:00 UTC, pick your time zone :)). I’ll be using zoom, which I hope will be easy for everyone to get into: you should be able to join right in your browser via a link I’ll provide; be prepared to tell your browser that it’s ok to use your camera and microphone, if you choose to appear or speak.

If you haven’t already gotten an Email from me, leave a reply here with your Email address (it won’t be shown publicly) and I’ll get you the information.

Please pass this along to anyone you know who might be interested, and if you know someone who may need a bit of technical help that you can provide, please do so.

Thank you, and I hope to see you all on the 7th.

Special delivery

Back before all heck broke loose on the world, I had tried to have my Dad over at the house for a day about once a month. We’d play some dominoes, do a small jigsaw puzzle, watch the birds and the deer, I’d cook something for dinner. When ideas were floated at my Dad’s assisted living home about how residents might be able to go out to visit family over the holidays, I started to think how that could work. One challenge would be transportation, as my Dad had started using a wheelchair.

Today the USPS solved that problem in a way that I would have preferred otherwise.

He’ll be here at the house, above the fireplace, until I can safely get him with Mom.

“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.”