A Brief Visit to Bozeman
The recent purchase of a Toyota Corolla inspired me to get out of town briefly last weekend. Thanks to the always amazing Parkers for taking such good care of me.
Moogfest 2011
Moogfest 2011. Musical highlights included Battles, Chromeo (in the rain), Crystal Castles, James Murphy and Pat Mahoney, The Flaming Lips, The Antlers, and definitely M83.
Loring Air Force Base, Part 1
My last day in Maine I made it to Loring Air Force Base, located near Limestone.
A few quotes from the linked Wikipedia page regarding the base
Loring AFB was carved out of the woods of Maine beginning in the late forties and officially dedicated in 1953.
The host wing for Loring AFB throughout its existence was the 42nd Bomb Wing. The wing originally flew the B-36 Peacemaker, converting later to the B-52 Stratofortress…
The Nuclear Weapons Storage Area at Loring once operated as a separate, top secret facility. Originally called the North River Depot, the remote area to the northeast of Loring’s property was the first U.S. Operational site specifically constructed for the storage, assembly, and testing of atomic weapons…
Since 1981, nearly $300 million in military construction and operations and maintenance funds were spent to upgrade the facilities…
The official base closure date was 30 September 1994.
It is a strange feeling to ride a bicycle around an area where a third of a billion dollars was spent since I was born and is now largely devoid of human presence.
Precipice Trail, Acadia NP
A warm summer Sunday in Acadia National Park. Mount Desert Island, Maine.
Hiking Mount Katahdin, Baxter State Park
Up the Abol Trail and down the Helon Taylor. 10 miles that took 10 hours. We started at 5 am after sleeping in the car outside the park the night before. Seemed to be the Maine way.
West Quoddy Head Light, Lubec
The easternmost point of the contiguous United States and the closest point to Europe from within the fifty States.
Day 12- Arrival in San Francisco
For the first 2 hours of our last day, we endured the most torrential rainstorm I had ever biked in.
The previous night our newly-made professional bike-tour-guide friend had assured us you couldn’t get lost going to the city. Earlier I had left my camera and phone in my front bag, and when we stopped at the Safeway in San Rafael ( to ask for directions since we were lost) I found them floating in two inches of water.
A super-amazing police officer who was attending to a purse snatching we witnessed in the previously-mentioned Safeway gave us absurdly detailed directions.
Later, the wrong directions from a well-meaning local sent us through Tiburon on Paradise Dr, a lovely road, with houses worth more than I will make in my lifetime.
The sun arrived and dried up all the rain.
The Golden Gate Bridge reminded me why it deserves every bit of praise sent its way.
My brother Davy met us outside his apartment. We did about 20 bonus M’s that day.
