To say we're in a precarious situation is putting it mildly. On one side of us is the Atlantic, on the other is the Albemarle Sound. Between them is a spit of land known as the Outer Banks.

We live on the edge and do our best not to fall off of it.


Friday, April 16, 2010

Rest In Peace

On Tuesday, April 13th, Harry Zahn passed away from cancer. He was 77.

I first met Harry when I started to fish Nags Head  Pier. He worked behind the counter and took my $8.00 and stapled the pier pass to my shirt. I don't remember what words were exchanged, if any. Like most fishermen I probably asked what was being caught and I'm sure he did little more than pass on the "catch of the day" report.

Harry was retired military, a Lt. Colonel in the United States Air Force. He was a pilot. Anyone who has ever "served" knew that he wasn't trying to be abrupt with the costumers he saw daily; he was being concise. Years as an officer had trained him to be just that way. Time matters when you're at the controls of an aircraft and when giving orders that may save the lives of those around you. Concise and precise is what Harry knew.

Most mornings when I entered the pier house Harry would be behind the counter and each morning I began to know and understand Harry better. Most mornings started the same. Harry poured me a small coffee and we talked and laughed as I took the first few sips. And then one morning, out of the blue, Harry handed me my coffee and told me to put my money back into my wallet. The coffee was on him.

I'll remember that morning forever, not for the free coffee but because it meant that we'd become friends. At that exact moment, and in his own way, Harry had confirmed that I was more than just a customer. I was never charged for a coffee again, and in the years to follow we had hundreds of them together.

Now Harry is gone. The fact that we knew it was coming hasn't made it any easier and those of us who fish the pier daily will miss him terribly. Tomorrow, Harry Frederick Zahn III will be buried. Rest in peace my friend.

You'll never realize just how much that free cup of coffee meant to me.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Closed For The Season . . .

I knew when I started this blog that it was probably going to be a seasonal thing. The winter months would find me more active, and then once spring rolled around and the fishing began to heat up, it would come to an abrupt halt. Well, that appears to be what's happening. It's now been several weeks since I've shown any interest in it at all. In fact, it's all I can do to check on any of the five I maintain.

So, I'm unofficially "Closing For The Season." My hope is to post occasionally but I'm not making any promises. I'm REALLY hoping that the fishing from Nags Head Pier is so fantastic that there just won't be time, nor will I have the energy, to post anything.

SEE YOU IN THE WINTER!!!!!!

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Geocaching

My Cache Stats as of 4/5/2010 (Generated by CacheStats 3.0. Get your own stats at
www.logicweave.com
)

Cache Finds
Total Found: 319 (# found/attended logs) Find Rate: 0.102 per day (0.7 per week, 37 per year)
Caches: 319 (# unique caches visited) Avg. difficulty / terrain: 1.76 / 1.66
# Archived: 35 (10%) FTFs: 17
Avg. in 1 day: 4.7 Oldest Cache: Four Dances (GCABC placed 5/28/2001)
Most in 1 day: 24 (4/24/2009) Most in 1 month: 85 (3/2009)


Days Cached
Total days cached: 68 (every 45.9 days or 2.2%) Most consecutive days with a find: 7 (3/16/2009 - 3/22/2009)
Most in 1 month: 21 (3/2009) Most consecutive days without a find: 2698 (9/22/2001 - 2/9/2009)



History
Year Total Found Rate Days Cached / Frequency
200110.0101 / every 102.0 days
200200.0000 / NA
200300.0000 / NA
200400.0000 / NA
200500.0000 / NA
200600.0000 / NA
200700.0000 / NA
200800.0000 / NA
20093080.84461 / every 6.0 days
2010100.1046 / every 16.0 days




Milestones
Number  Date Cache # Days between
#19/21/2001Four Dances 
#1003/21/2009South end of the trail2738
#2004/26/2009Music City Audition #3-Executive Decision36
#3006/7/2009"Have mind upon your health . . ."42





Size
Breakdown
Size # Found Percentage
Micro15348.0
Regular6018.8
Small6018.8
Not chosen226.9
Other144.4
Virtual92.8
Large10.3

Type
Breakdown
Type # Found Percentage
Traditional Cache28489.0
Mystery165.0
Virtual Cache72.2
Multi-cache61.9
Earthcache30.9
Webcam Cache20.6
Cache In Trash Out Event10.3





Difficulty
Breakdown
Difficulty # Found Percentage
16018.8
1.511335.4
29329.2
2.53310.3
3144.4
3.520.6
441.3
4.500.0
500.0

Terrain
Breakdown
Terrain # Found Percentage
16420.1
1.514946.7
27724.1
2.5165.0
351.6
3.530.9
420.6
4.510.3
520.6




Difficulty / Terrain Combinations

 Terrain
Difficulty   1 1.5 2 2.5 3 3.5 4 4.5 5
1 31 22 3 2 1 - 1 - -
1.5 16 72 20 4 - 1 - - -
2 14 33 35 7 3 - 1 - -
2.5 2 13 14 2 1 1 - - -
3 1 6 3 1 - 1 - 1 1
3.5 - 2 - - - - - - -
4 - 1 2 - - - - - 1
4.5 - - - - - - - - -
5 - - - - - - - - -
 
34 out of 81 combinations found




Favorite and
other Notable Caches
Category Cache Log Comment
Most difficult findTripping BilliesViewMy first of this type and it stumped me on several trips.
Cleverest hideOut On a LimbViewAppreciate the effort that went into this cache.




FTFs
Number Date Cache Log
14/9/2009The Currituck ClubView
24/17/2009Quack AttackView
35/5/2009Daisy's Surprise CacheView
45/12/2009Molly's cacheView
55/13/2009Time to ThinkView
65/14/2009Don't Be FooledView
75/20/2009Yahoo at WahooView
85/20/2009Eeny Meeny Miny MoeView
95/28/2009The Beach CacheView
105/28/2009Lindy's Yard Sale CacheView
115/29/2009Cudworth CemeteryView
125/31/2009Flying HorsegeeksView
135/31/2009When Pigs FlyView
145/31/2009Mark William CalawayView
156/1/2009The cameleonView
163/19/2010Let's Go Crabbing!View
173/27/2010HDTV minus the TVView




Locations
US States (3): MT (1), NC (312), VA (6)
Countries (1): United States (319)

Monday, March 15, 2010

Lighting The Way

You can stand on Cape Point at Hatteras and look out into the Atlantic and watch two oceans currents come together in an astonishing display of nature's fury. There the northbound Gulf Stream and the cold waters of the Labrador Current coming down from Canada's Newfoundland run head-on into each other, tossing salt spray a hundred feet into the air and dropping sand and shells and sea life at the point of impact. Thus is formed Diamond Shoals, its shifting sand bars pushing seaward to form the headstone for what mariners know as  the "Graveyard of the Atlantic.''

Cape Lookout Lighthouse

                               Bodie Island Lighthouse



Since the 16th century more than a thousand ships and countless mariners have been lost in the waters off the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Mariners still dread the trinity of capes that characterize North Carolina's coast: Cape Fear, Cape Hatteras and Cape Lookout. The capes arc far into the Atlantic, with submerged shoals extending even further. Geography combines with weather to create perilous voyages for mariners.
            

Currituck Beach Lighthouse


As long as seafaring men have traversed the oceans of the world, lighthouses have shown them the way. They protect them from hands that reach up from sea and attempt to pull them down into the dark and icy depths. They are the connecting link to the distant shores they called home.

Six lighthouses stand sentinal along the North Carolina shore, but for nearly two centuries after North Carolina's settlement, the coast went unprotected. Hundreds of ships met their fate in the stormy shallow waters, and one of the first congressional acts passed by America's fledgling government was lighting the coastline.

 The first structure completed in 1795 was the Bald Head Lighthouse at the mouth of the Cape Fear River. The first Cape Hatteras Lighthouse was completed in 1802. The Ocracoke Lighthouse came next in 1823. Still operating today, it holds the distinction along with "Old Baldy" as one of the oldest continually operating lighthouses in the United States.

After the Civil War, the government realized that more and better lighthouses were needed along the Carolina coast. The Hatteras Light, which was of vital importance to mariners, was too short, too faint, and dangerously unstable. In addition, Congress established the Lighthouse Board to oversee construction of five new lighthouses along the coast placed at 40-mile intervals.

The Cape Lookout Lighthouse was the first of these post-war structures to be completed. At 150 feet, it served as the model for the future lighthouses at Hatteras, Bodie Island and Currituck Beach.

In 1870, the original Cape Hatteras lighthouse as replaced by the current structure. At 208 feet, the majestic candy-striped lighthouse is the tallest in the nation, as well as the most recognizable and photographed.
The 150-foot Bodie Island Lighthouse was constructed in 1872. Originally located on the north shore of Oregon Inlet, the lighthouse is now two miles north of the inlet, a prime example of the always shifting sands of the Outer Banks.

At Corolla, the Currituck Beach Lighthouse was the last of the five to be built. Constructed in 1893, the 150-foot structure was intentionally left in its natural "unpainted" state. Each of the new lighthouses was painted in a distinctive manner to make them recognizable during daylight hours.

Perhaps most interesting is how these monolithic structures were constructed in the soft barrier island sand. The foundations were constructed of two courses of six-by-twelve timbers laid in an octagonal fashion in a deep pit. Once the timbers were in place, the hole was allowed to fill with sea water, a technique which has preserved the beams for over a century. Then, a granite cap was laid on top of the foundation, and the circular tower constructed brick by brick.

The lights were originally lit with oil lanterns, which required the keeper to make several trips a day to the summit with oil to refill. The light was magnified with a high-power Fresnel Lens mounted atop a rotating base flashing at recognizable intervals, which could be seen up to 50 miles away, even during adverse weather. The light keepers and his families were housed on the site, and their days at these remote, barren outposts were filled with routine chores such as cleaning the glass and lens, repairing storm damage, and making detailed weather reports. Today, the lightkeepers are gone, and the lighthouses are automated to illuminate from dusk to dawn.

                        Ocracoke Lighthouse


Cape Hatteras Lighthouse

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Dear Santa . . .

I'm really not sure how to begin this, or where I want to end up. In an attempt to try and get some "facts and figures" about the phenomenon that is Moleskine I "googled" it and came up with 3,400,000 hits in 3.2 seconds. I guess that about says it all. So, I'm going to let you wade through all the info and decide for yourself why something as simple as a few pages bound inside some cardboard and leather can have such a cult following.


I've kept journals off and on for years. Some recorded my deepest thoughts, while others recorded family vacations, seasonal hunting and fishing experiences and even day to day weather conditions. Most have since disappeared. Some because I feared they'd be read after I was gone and be interpreted wrongly, others were lost in moves, while others hit the trash because of a lack of interest in them at one stage of my life or another. Still, I've always been fascinated in them, and in the people who keep them.

Recently I decided to start keeping one again and searched our local stores for just the perfect one to use. I'd been online looking and there were more than a few to choose from. They were available in ruled pages and in blank pages. They came in paper designed to be wrote on, and in paper made for painting and sketching on. They came in a multitude of sizes and materials. They can be purchased bound, like that of a book, or they can be found spiral bound. To put it mildly, the choices will boggle the mind. The one thing that did stand out was that Moleskine was leaps and bounds the hands on favorite.

So, off we headed to search our local stores. We live in a somewhat remote location so the availibility is not what one will find online, or in some of the bigger cities. Still, to my disbelief there wasn't a Moleskine to be found. I'm thinking to myself, NO F^*#ING WAY. Everyone who is Anyone uses a Moleskine and I can't find one. YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING!!!!!!!! However, there was a good variety to choose from and we came home with one I thought I'd be happy with. In fact, we came home with several.

Well, I wasn't happy. The more I found out about the Moleskine, the more I had to have one. Not because they were that much better than those I had, but because I just HAD to be part of the "Everyone who was Anyone" crowd. I had to use what the people who knew everything about journaling were using. So, yesterday I ordered two . I used the excuse that I was looking for something that had "blank" pages rather than "ruled" pages. I needed them to sketch and paint in, as well as write. AND I needed two sizes; one to carry with me, one for using at home.

Now I'm watching the mailbox non-stop. Despite the fact that they're still days away from arriving I just can't wait to get my hands on them. They can't get here soon enough. I'm like a kid on Christmas Eve. The mailman is my Santa and the milk and cookies have been put out.

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

Friday, March 5, 2010

Camping

This post can be found at the blog site shown below. It is written by a "white guy" using the perspective of a "black guy." Please don't email or leave a comment stating I'm a racist, or a bigot. Just take the post for what it is . . . humor. AND it also happens to be absolutely true. So, don't get pissed, just enjoy and have a laugh.

http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.com/


If you find yourself trapped in the middle of the woods without electricity, running water, or a car you would likely describe that situation as a “nightmare” or “a worse case scenario like after plane crash or something.” White people refer to it as “camping.”

When white people begin talking to you about camping they will do their best to tell you that it’s very easy and it allows them to escape the pressures and troubles of the urban lifestyle for a more natural, simplified, relaxing time. Nothing could be further from the truth.

In theory camping should be a very inexpensive activity since you are literally sleeping on the ground. But as with everything in white culture, the more simple it appears the more expensive it actually is.

Camping is a multi-day, multi-step, potentially lethal activity that will cost you a large amount of both time and money. Unless you are in some sort of position where you absolutely need the friendship of a white person, you should avoid camping at all costs.

The first stage of camping always involves a trip to an outdoor equipment store like REI (or in Canada, Mountain Equipment Co-Op). These stores are well known for their abundance of white customers and their extensive inventory of things for white people to buy and only use once. If you are ever tricked into going to one of these stores, you can make white people like you by saying things like “man, this Kayak is only $1200, if I use it 35 times I’ve already saved money over renting.” Note: do not actually buy the kayak.

Next, white people will then take this new equipment and load it into an SUV or Subaru Outback with a Thule or Yakima Roof Rack. Then they will drive for an extended period of time to a national park or campsite where they will pay an entrance fee and begin their journey. It is worth noting that white people are unaware of the irony of using a gas burning car to bring them closer to nature and it is not recommended that you point this out. It will ruin their weekend.

Once in the camp area, white people will walk around for a while, set up a tent, have a horrible night of sleep, walk around some more. Then get in the car and go home. This, of course, is a best case scenario. Worst case scenarios include: getting lost, poisoned, killed by an animal, and encountering an RV. Of these outcomes, the latter is seen by white people as the worst since it involves an encounter with the wrong kind of white people.

Conversely, any camping trip that ends in death at the hands of nature or requires the use of valuable government resources for a rescue is seen as relatively positive in white culture. This is because both situations might eventually lead to a book deal or documentary film about the experience.

Ultimately the best way to escape a camping trip with white people is to say that you have allergies. Since white people and their children are allergic to almost everything, they will understand and ask no further questions. You should not say something like “looking at history, the instances of my people encountering white people in the woods have not worked out very well for us.”

Note: this works for all races!

Monday, March 1, 2010

Separation

John Joseph (JJ) was born on December 30, 2009 to Bridget & John. Despite the fact they steadfastly refused to name him after me I didn't hold it against them and still think of them as dearest of friends.

Several weeks ago they drove down from their home in New Jersey to introduce JJ to Malinda and myself. Bridget had insisted that he was the most beautiful baby ever, but I think I've heard that from every mother who I've ever known. So I took her boasting with a grain of salt, but it was love at first sight and both Malinda and I had to agree that he was pretty darn cute.

Today was Bridget's first day back to work following eight weeks of maternity leave, AND her first day away from JJ for any significant length of time. She tried to leave him while here, but that attempt failed afer a mere forty-five minutes. Little did she realize that she had returned just in time or Malinda may not have given him up. What is it with women and babies?




Fortunately JJ's daycare is just minutes from Bridget's work place, though I'm sure to her it felt like it was half way across the continent. Still, it's proximity afforded her the opportunity to visit during her lunch break. Had Las Vegas been giving odds I for one would have placed a bet against her making it that long. To her credit I believe she did.

We thought about her all day, worrying about what she was going through and how she was coping. Of course every mother goes through the same emotions, and every mother seems to survive just fine. Still, those first long hours apart are never easy. Tomorrow will be somewhat easier, and the following day even easier. But for moms it never gets easy enough. Separation of mother from child is an un-natural act. It goes against everything they know and feel.

So, tomorrow we'll be thinking about Bridget again, and again the day after. Eventually her dropping JJ off at daycare and going to work will be second nature to us, just a day like millions of other moms endure every day of every work week. It won't even cross our minds. However mundane it becomes to us, it will never become second nature to Bridget. Never second nature to every mother who has ever had to leave a child.

Thanks moms for being there when we needed you the most, and for being there when we thought we didn't need you at all. We'll never forget that you'll always be there to pick us up.