“Were gonna tell them to make a list, then chill. No, list – Chill...”

At least that's what James hopes will happen on the Crew's first day. “We need a day off, but with the crew coming in on Tuesday I don't see that happening.” he had said moments before.
I doubt it will happen, but we have our hopes. As you no doubt guess, my day started with the alarm at 0710 to go get the weather data and check the genset before the morning sked. Usually I set my alarm for 0710, (But am woken up at 0630 or earlier when James' defective alarm clock wakes me up early, We destroyed that clock today. Well, removed the batteries...) take 10 minutes to drag my sorry carcass out of bed, (When it usually only takes me between five and ten seconds) run out with the Kestrel in hand, tie it to a guy wire, pee, fill the genset, come back, shiver for a few minutes, let the temperature stabilize, read the unit, run inside turn on the radio and report the weather and tell Polar Shelf that we somehow, through no fault of our own, managed to survive for another day, look around, and decide what to do next. Usually.

This morning I was getting my socks on as slow as ever, trying to understand why one didn't fit correctly, when I heard the genset sputter and surge for a second. Bang, I am awake, seeing the world with crystal clarity. Realize that the sock that doesn't fit is really a glove, grab the correct sock right beside it, not surprisingly it fits, and I throw the rest of my clothes on, and all ahead full tilt boogie down the ladder, somehow not dying on that dangerous thing and remembering to grab the Kestrel. Out the hatch I go, Begging for the genset to run for another two minutes. I again somehow manage to tie the Kestrel off and get the genset out of the shelter in time. Since these Gensets are diesel, for all but one fueling, (The afternoon fueling where we down the unit to check the oil.) we fill these things hot, and this morning is no exception. Off comes the fuel cap and in goes the fuel while the little power plant nearly sputters its last. When it's surging is nearing continuous, the fuel finally makes its way through the fuel filter and to the injector pump and the engine catches and resumes it's usual purr of power. It's actually kind of a pleasing sound out of this little 3k unit. I fill the generator, slide it back into it's warm enclosure, and stretch. Usually they don't take this much fuel and I had to switch gerry cans in the middle. Then I remembered that it was filled early as James was showing Jason, our new Inuit guide and helper how to fuel all of the equipment on the station.

Remembering the sked, I book it back in, stopping to grab and read the Kestrel and in I go, run back upstairs I turn on the radio right as my 0729 alarm goes off. I pause to take a breath and I hear it. “Miean Ice Cap, Miean Ice Cap, Resolute Two Six, How are things out there?”
And it starts, Our morning check in, our "Sked".
“Devon Crater, Devon Crater, two Six, Good morning.”
“Two Six, Good Morning Barry, Our Skies are clear, unlimited visibility, Winds are about 1.7 knots from 170, temperature is -13C dry bulb, 34% humidity” What came next was mostly unreadable, but I could pick out a request to repeat it, verifying clear skies. I repeat the message a little louder, Still no intelligible reply, hearing a mention of a sat phone call. I promise to call as soon as I hear the end of the sked and clear the radio net. After every one has finished their reports, I give Barry a call on their Iridium (Which, by the way, is crap here. The antique MSAT works better, when it works.) and relay my message, starting with, “Ahh, Such are the vagarities of HF...”

0740. Well that was fun. I forgot to pee as my bladder reminds me vigorously and back down the ladder I trod. Oh well, It's not like I'm going back to sleep this morning. Usually I can stagger through this half asleep and get another hour in, but not after that little surge. Besides, I have to work on the MSAT, the shower, the water heater, the drain plumbing, help with electrical, I'm going to try to get some pictures prepped for the 4800 baud link (Whoo hoo... Squidwert again...) and whatever else this day may bring...

What did it bring? Well, a couple of hours working with the MSAT, including about fifteen minutes with a tech who was spending as much time talking to his kids as me, and his final word? Try it outside or it is bad. Fun. Then, what else, more fun with the Internet. This basically entails babysitting a connect to get a few bits of e-mail in and out. This was followed with some work on strengthening the stand that the water heater sits on, (I have a great picture of me sitting on the shelf. It ought to be strong enough now for the 120 pound water heater and water.) and plumbing the water heater in. This took some time as I was distracted by several projects (Including answering Robert's e-mail and working with the MSAT tech.) and helping James. Finally the water heater is plumbed in and secured to the bulkhead with “Plumbers tape” steel strapping screwed to the 2x4 header. That should never break. James reworked all of, and rehung four of the stateroom lights, he expects to finish tomorrow and get several of the junction box's installed. Afterwards He and Jason re-assembled the jigsaw puzzle that is the loft deck.

Late lunch, then Jason and I removed the shower and built a small set of stands to raise it about eight inches. It is currently perfectly level and finally drains correctly! This will help keep the shower floor from freezing (A dangerous condition) and give us a place to rework the waste plumbing. Right now the individual pipes just drop out wherever. We are combining them all into one gray water drain and one “Yellow Water” drain. This should make freeze and ice mitigation significantly easier. It may also have the unintended side-effect of producing a heated shower floor. Since James hadn't gotten to the junction boxes in the Prep room yet, I just temped together the drain plumbing so that we could have dinner. After dinner, Jason cleaned the water tank, so we can again use it for potable water, and I fiddled with the MSAT again. I believe that we will be able to use it, but it will require some programming on their side. I probably won't be able to find out until Monday. Since James has had a head-ache since he finished working on the lights (Probably the very hard working angle,) he went to bed early. Jason went about cleaning the ice off of the doors and fueling all of the equipment, I am working on blogs and my first report from here. And, Well, I guess then I will go to bed.

Tomorrow, I expect to finish all of the plumbing that I have parts for and God willing, get the newly arrived snow melter incorporated into the system, James will have finished all of the stateroom lights and all of the junction boxes that he can get to and has parts for, Jason will do some clean up and continuing to be our helper and getting as much water in that tank as possible. He, by the way, makes a great helper, and often has tools and parts in my hands right as I reach for them without even asking once he realizes what I am doing. I am going to turn him loose on some storage projects tomorrow and see how well he does on his own. Barring a flash of wisdom and luck, tomorrow will be another, but hopefully our last 2400 baud day.

Good Night! Sleep well. Some of what I just wrote will get dropped into my first official report, See if you can tell were that is... ;)
If you actually read this far, please let me know, because I'm not sure any one actually is... Reading this far that is. Well, Just plain reading any of it.

Another Blue day on White Mars

As I write this starting in the early evening I am in the pits of depression. I don't know why exactly. Perhaps it was the fact that I figured out of to operate my alarm asleep and woke up an hour later than I wanted to, perhaps it is that my jaw feels like it is dislocated and hurts to the point that it is tough to chew, perhaps it is that we still don't have a working Internet connect, perhaps it is because we are faced with having to return tomorrow until we can get a guide, perhaps it is because we are feeling frustrated about all the extra work we are doing for lack of parts (That we ordered, but others decided we didn't need. It makes me feel useless. An Engineer is only as good as his parts and tools.), perhaps it is just loneliness - I felt like I got shit on yesterday evening...

I don't know, and really don't care anymore, I got work to do... What now? Well, Usual morning, Check weather (James got it this morning.) check genset, get water, start the morning work. The work I did late last night still looked good, then we started screwing around with the MSAT connect again. We are quickly coming to the conclusion that this will never work. Three different ISPs and none of them seem interested in helping beyond that. Screw them, I have Len looking into what it will take to build an ISP from in one of my NOCs.

So back to plumbing I go. We are almost completely out of parts, and I am basically wasting time, but it will give us a little functionality for when the crew shows up. I just really hate doing temporary work. At least James seems to be getting into it. He found a couple really funny things, like a sub-main wired (as a 240 volt only panel, that was showing signs of overheating, as a primary panel, wired in such a way that if one circuit fails, as many as four could be taken down. Nice...) A fun side note, I basically picked the playlist from the day. There seemed to be a bunch of techno in it, but basically it was one of my my usual “who the hell knows what he's playing next” playlists. This has helped my mood dramatically.

We sent our Inuit guides/helpers/ new found friends Steve and James out on a final patrol and hunt, as Sam, one of the guides that came with mat had said that there was caribou south and east of us. James and continued to work. By the time they got back, (With some spectacular pictures of a running polar bear foot print and a video of a young male polar bear they had been chasing, It was too small too shoot and waste one of the hamlet's bear tags on. I'll post pictures and the video once we get real bandwidth.) James had pretty much done as much as he could with the parts he had, and I was making as much progress as I could with the parts I had, so that after dinner (Well, really just before bed.) I was finally in a decent mood, and the upstairs sink worked (Cold water only.) and the shower worked from the valve, both camp shower hot and cold water! So, as we went to bed, I took the first shower this season. (Turns out that's more of a testing process than an honor...)

There are several points to note in this process.
1. Make sure you get the ice off the shower floor first. It is slippery. It is also very cold on wet feet. Especially the slushy parts. You do however quickly get used to it, or perhaps that's just the numbness and frostbite setting in.
2. Make certain that there is water flowing (near full speed) before lighting the camp shower. This thing gets hot enough to make steam! Steam that makes pressure. (note, high pressure steam + low pressure plumbing = Rockets + fun, until someone gets scalded, then it gets hilarious, unless you're the one that got scalded...) It actually made enough to blow one of the hoses off and spew steaming water all over. I, luckily was not in the way. Opening the hot water valve will reduce this pressure. 3. It is handy to use spewing steamy water to help break up the 1 inch (in places) of ice on the shower floor.

It's 0130, I need a nap...

Step one, Put a hole in the box

I decided to write this throughout the day, so it will look even funnier than usual.

So I got up way late. Well, not completely. I was up long enough to check the weather and make the morning sked. (As they spell it,) Then went promptly back to sleep. I got to bed very late last night. There was a rather troubling telephone conversation last night. I won't say that thoughts of murder entered my mind, but it was close. There was also an hour of last second shopping list information on an Iridium phone that wouldn't work more than a few minutes at a whack. Very annoying, very frustrating, and by the time I got done, It was all I could do not to scream. So, I sat, ate a chocolate pop-tart(tm) (Which apparently our guides hadn't seen before.) and bull shitted about cold weather operations. I talked about how it's like in the Colorado Rockies, (They had never heard about trees exploding in the real cold.) they talked about operations in the Arctic. (Steven has actually done operations in -60C!) I took a picture of the sunrise at 0200! Needless to say, I got up late. There were a few calls trying to get our net connect operational, and talking to Robert, (As expected, he was given bad data... We are cool now.) I gave Aziz and Melissa our last second shopping lists, and all we can do is wait and do the prep work for the parts arrival. Len said that there was no word on the “Perfect Vision” satellite finder.

I am tired of screwing around with the pisser line, and James had the brilliant but overkill thought of using the 90000 BTU salamander heater on it. I used a box as a tent. This contained the heat and directed some up into the line going into the insulated section under the Hab. I had to laugh, because my instructions to me started with, “Step one, put a hole in the box...” Some of you may know where this came from, if not, you're really not missing anything. That solved the problem in short order.

It was warm but way ice foggy, so I climbed the tower to place the flags and place the HF antenna in a better location. What we have now in the current task list is;
a crapload of electrical stuff to do, and nothing to do it with
MSAT issue
align sat dish
finish genset doors
fresh water system
raise shower pan
waste water system
work out LP system
stairs
bring fuel drums over to shed
fix seized drum fuel pump
set up data storage unit
and as a personal task for me, I need to organize my shit. I will also need to get Melissa's self inflatable pad inflating. It takes two or three days here.

So, What I've decided to do to is knock some of those items off the list. Since there's not a hell of a lot we can do to the sat dish, and Robert is pushing comm to a higher priority, James is working on the MSAT issue. That leaves me to work on something with our two helpers. Since the fog thing is disturbing me concerning generator survivability, I decide to finish the genset shelter. Which I do, in what I originally thought was going to be a masterpiece of Carpentry skill. Instead – Well, Ed would not be impressed. But at least it'll keep the heat in and the snow out... I guess that counts.

James got the MSAT connect to work, but only using SLIP, and it is very service limited. We were – not impressed. We got another ISP, They don't work, I mean, just WTF!

SCREW THIS I'M GOING TO BED. Oh, It was a fairly productive day. And I can't seem to stop farting, bad, like horrible bad, I wonder what I'm eating different. Oh, and I seem to have a strange fascination with my breath fog in a 60 degree hab...

Shower!

Today got an operating shower. Yes, operating is a definable term, but it will put hot water on you, and drain it away from you...

That's operating isn't it?

I'm just plain going to keep this short...

We had a very frustrating day dealing with the electrical weirdness and the satellite connect. We just plain decided, after some consultation with the tech that originally installed it for Azis, that we could not do it with the tools that we had available. F! Then I went to climb the tower to reset the PCSP HF radio, (You should look Polar Shelf up, these guys are as cool as it comes...) and it had gotten too windy, and I'm just plain really pissed off. I don't do failure very well, so, after a very late lunch I started running the main trunk line for both the hot and cold PEX lines. This was after our two Inuit guides/helpers must have no doubt thought I was completely insane, because I went through a kind of manic stage and had them cut all of the copper piping out. Then went ripping through the hab like a madman, because I couldn't find the precious few PEX rings I'd brought with me. I was feeling pretty driven, because I thought the rest of the guys wanted a shower pretty bad. I know I was feeling kind of scrungy, not very a manly scrungy, just kind of nasty scrungy, and James (Who spent most of the day either working on determining just how jacked up the electrical was. (I think it was so bad that he was considering quiting and just running extension cords everywhere.) or in the thankless job of determining what our parts/tool inventory is.) had made a comment to the effect that we was feeling a bit gnarly also, and not in a good way. After all of the above, I finally got to settle into a good quick work rhythm and after what seemed like way to long (Probably because of the PEX ring search) we have the main trunk run. And it looks really good. It will look much better after I get it all hung. (I like having my stuff is well hung.) Then finally, I get all of the cold water pieces connected, borrowing one of the angle stops to get it done. (This whole gig is about resource management. Trying to get as much done as possible with what we have here, knowing what is left to do and what will be coming...) And I look around triumphantly. This is a victory. A small victory, but still a victory. “WE HAVE A WORKING SHOWER!” I proudly announce. No one wanted to take a shower...

Oh well - I went to bed.

Another normal day in Paradise

Well, This was a jacked up day. Note to self, Diesel engines don't run so good on Jet A. (Basically Kerosene) I woke up at what I thought was 0655 because we weren't sure whether our normal “sked” (radio call in) was at 0700 or 0730. It was 0730, so, I decided to run out and fill the genset, just in case. I go out there and start to fill the genset with what I thought was Diesel in a Jet A drum. (Most of the barrels out here are mislabeled.) It felt like diesel. (Remember, I can't smell.) It didn't occur to me that there might possibly be Jet A out here. There was. And I, not realizing this, go inside for my sked, all happy that I took care of the genset. James is just barely dragging out of bed and informs me that it is barely past 0600. I forgot that my cell phone is still on eastern time. Crap. Since I got to bed at some insane hour, I grab the radio turn it on and go back to bed. The now reset alarm wakes me and I do the sked. Several hours later the genset starts running badly. That's when we realize that the fuel was wrong. We strip the tank off and dump the fuel, replace it with known good diesel, and after a brief muscle assisted fight, (It wouldn't start in the cold without me also pulling on the starter cord to assist the electric starter.) the genset is purring away again. The rest of the day goes that way. I spend the next four hours or so trying to get the Netkaster satellite Internet working, and I am convinced that either a piece of equipment has failed, or it plain wont work here. I am uncertain whether James' sat finder is working, and without one, it will be near to impossible to do this. We are concerned because. As James put it, “I think I let the smoke out of it.”, whereupon he immediately thrust it under my nose, where the smell was so strong that even I could smell it. An quick pop the cover off inspection didn't show anything burned, so we continued to use it. We are going to try to contact the Netkaster people. I also give the plumbing the once over. This is sad. I am – appalled at what kind of crap some people will put in or on the walls and call it good. I guess that's job security. We fiddled with the MSAT some more, James got the modem talking to his computer. While that was going on however, Well, I must have been exhausted, because somehow I managed to fall asleep, sitting up, on the edge of my pelican case. I must have needed a nap bad. After I got up (Somehow from my bunk) I went through the plumbing systems, dropping parts wherever I went where they were supposed to go and started to develop a minor parts list. We (Of course or you would have heard about it by now.) made the evening sked, (2007-04-23-1845, Clear - light haze, unlimited, 9.1knt/from the North, -13.1C, 42%) and a late dinner. We get tired of fiddling with the 'net connects and decide to watch “The Good Shepard”. It looked like a good movie, even though it started slow. I started falling asleep (Writing the first ¾ of this) in the first 15 minutes, and the others quickly followed suit. Wow, what a bunch of party animals we are... whoo hooo... (in my best Squidwert(sp?) bored voice.)

That's OK, there's always tomorrow. We can watch it then.

Well, Here we are...

It's kind of tough to believe it, but my sore foot and back tell me that it must be true...

We're on Devon, in FMARS, to stay. Well, for me until May 10th, For James August!
I go through stages. Sometimes it's just another day, doing another job under some harsh/limiting conditions. Other times I just stop and just enjoy the moment, reveling in the thought that I'm here, Mostly I'm just tired. There is so much that could be done, and the real purpose for our visit has been back-ordered. Well, sort of. The real purpose of our trip was to ensure the runway was acceptable for flight operations. It is. We will maintain it in that condition. We are also a remote weather station to report the weather when the crew needs to come in. We have that nailed. Then we were to make sure that the generators were operable. Considering the condition they were in, it was a GREAT idea that we took them to Resolute to work on them, James is cleaning up the wiring, That should keep someone from dieing. (That's usually a good thing...) I'm bringing up the satellite Internet connect, and if you can read this then either I succeeded or I completely failed and I'm back in Resolute. As I write this on the 22nd, I expect I'll get it, but we are concerned about hardware failures or needing a different sat finder. As soon as I get a real connect up, I'll start sending up some of the several hundred pictures we have. We have our two Inuit guides/helpers (Steven and James, Yes that will cause some confusion. We will have to work that out.) helping by shuttling the rest of the gear over and starting to melt the snow. They will also take care of keeping the kero heaters fueled. Steven is one of the local Rangers. You should look them up. These guys are responsible for the “Sovereignty” missions locally. Among other things that means that they go out in the harshest conditions just to show a Canadian face. Talk about hard core! James is 17, and Aziz's “Grandchild number two”.

There is a different Magic here than MDRS. This place – Well, I can't define it yet. When I figure it out, I'll let you know. There is so much more to say here, but there is an equal amount of work, so I'll stop now, but will post daily once we get an operating connect.

This is going to be a great trip. It would be even better if only we had all of our parts here.

[Posted by Emily - Paul's web connect still leaves a lot to be desired and he can't access webpages]

Everything is more fun when you say "Surrounded by Snow"

Ok, Guess where I am?

Go ahead, guess...

Really.

Ok, I'm on a Twin Otter at about 3500 feet flying back from FMARS! We are on the way back after spending the day inspecting FMARS and delivering cargo and returning waste. What fun...

After the earlier post, you probably want the story. OK, What happened was this;

We called in at 0715 and were told that all was well and that we should show up at 0830 to see our load off. We were there at 0830 (James drove the Dodge, I screamed along on the SkiDoo, Clipped 80 kpH at several points during the trip, and caught air a couple times. I had forgotten how much I loved these things! Great fun!) and waved goodbye to our first load of cargo and the scout flight. They told us to be back here at 1100 for our flight. We got the call that our flight was delayed and we waited until 1230. While we were waiting, we decided to help Aziz with one of his projects. Then things got interesting...

It seems that one of the people in the Mars Society has been spreading false rumors about me. Robert, the MS president actually called me and made me give my word, “On my Honor” that I wouldn't do it. That pissed me off beyond measure. It is just another childish game, and hardly even worth dealing with, but I am happy to see that they burned all of their credibility forever on that obvious lie...

But then we got the call, and Norman (out Inuit guide and helper) showed up and off we went like a heard of screaming turtles to the airport where we waited for them to load our personal survival gear and to clamp a couple ends on the cable we were going to use for our Netcaster Internet connection (Free Plug!). After an hour of farting around, we finally scramble into the mighty bird.

Let me tell you The Twin Otter is a incredible piece of machinery. Especially in the hands of someone who really knows what they are doing. We were up in no time, and had a smooth uneventful flight (You want “Uneventful” and “Flight” used in the same sentence typically. Especially when you or someone you care about is on that flight...) and a glass like landing on the ridge between FMARS and HMP. We quickly jumped out and started to help unload the burdened beast, but quickly we had to stop while the pilots unlashed our snowmobile. We took a few seconds to look around going “Oh My God!”, then back to work. We are being pushed by weather that is starting to look very bad. We quickly loaded our first sled load and James and I blasted over to FMARS, the snowmobile a bit sluggish under the heavy load. I weaved my way around the edge of the hill, looking for a smooth path that kept us off of the really steep sections of the hill. A quick burst of throttle, and we climbed up to the top of the last steep hill and we were on the Ridge that belongs to FMARS.

Welcome To FMARS!

I ride right up to the front hatch and quickly unload. I set up the camera and arrogantly stride up to the front hatch, undog it and pull.

WTF???

It doesn't move.

“Did you undog it?” James helpfully asks.

“Of course” I reply, pretty certain that I did it right, but just in case I fiddle and pull some more. Nothing.

We look at each other with a sinking feeling in our stomachs. We scurry around to the aft hatch and a little more carefully undog it and pull hard.

Still nothing. Run to the side sample hatch, Undog it.

Oh shit.... So much for our triumphant entry...

And the hatches are frozen. I look for a prybar, and settle on a piece of 8' inch and a half angle iron. I go to both the aft and sample locks, nothing. This damn thing is frozen shut. We look at each other contemplating sawing the floor open when one of us had the great idea to take the 90000BTU salamander heater and use the exhaust from that to thaw the hatch. Brilliant!

Except that the generator, the Honda generator that we brought wouldn't start. FRELL!

I ask James to finish unloading the sled and run back and get Norman and our survival gear. He reminds me that survival gear now also consists of the other Kero heaters and fuel. Off he goes while I see if I can get the old gas genset running. While I look, I realize that we have starting fluid with us. Ahh, our good old friend Ether! Open up the intake & air filter, a quick spray, and soon the satisfying purr of the little genset fill the air... (Oh, For you who don't know, genset = Generator Set, a military expression referring to the engine and generator components together, or what people who don't know call a generator.) I fill the salamander and jockey it into position. This is not an easy task for one person, made even tougher by the fact that we forgot any extension cords, so I have to put the heater and it's 8 inch cord right beside the genset. Soon I do, soon we have heat on the door, and just about the time that James and Norman return, I realize that this is near to useless. We all pitch in and soon there is a tent covering the front hatch, and hopefully it will thaw soon.

In the mean time we send Norman back to shuttle all of the equipment back to the hab while James and I look for alternate methods in. One of the boxes contained my shattered tool tub (yes, tools are missing) with my framing hammer in it. Using the claw as a prybar, I try to work the hatches open until finally, the Sample lock hatch opens up. I climb in and am able to kick the forward hatch open, followed a bit later by the aft hath.

FMARS is ours again!

We do a quick tour looking for nastiness or potential immediate stink hazards. Not finding any, we light a couple of the large kerosene heaters to, along with the heat from the really big one, start warm the place up.

Long story short, We went there, found some critical issued (The gensets had to come home to be fixed...) and some minor setbacks, but over all it seems that we can lick this,

More on this tomorrow, because it's now 0145, and I've been working my ass off since 0710....

Door's that way, Let's go.

Got the call, Off to Devon we go. We have one supply flight down, the next one is us, We leave in 10 minutes! We are excited, packed for a couple days, and waiting for our guide.

I'll send pictures when I get a net connect here or there.

So, Door's that way. Andiamo!

Just another 'Paul Adventure'

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What the hell...

Just WTF...

This has been – Interesting, A time of great failure followed by stunning success.

OK, You probably want to know what the hell I'm talking about. Well as I start to wrote this I'm at 39000 on the way from Denver to Washington to well, Eventually Devon Island and FMARS. From there I'll spend two weeks at FMARS doing the best we can with what we have in the harshest conditions imaginable. In other words Same as usual...

So, Whats made this day so strange? Well, it started last week.

I finally got the Hanksville tower up and tensioned. That should have gone fine, but I had a TBM (Transient Blonde Moment) and cut the top lever (the torque arm if you're paying attention) guy lines a bit short, well about 25 feet short, well exactly the same as the third level... (Note to self, when doing mission critical math or cutting have someone else check your work.) That sucked, and I ended up having to haul four cables all the way to the top, all at once, clipped to my harness. Talk about the ultimate dyno move, for 115 feet. It was near my full load capacity, and every step brought another four feet of cable weight I had to carry. Then I had to unload them, one at a time, without dropping any of the important parts. (Another note to self. Do NOT drop a guy line onto another guy line of a tower you are working on if you even pretend to be motion sick or are skittish at heights. Good thing I'm not.) Replace as many of the short ones as I could (four) all by my self, (because I needed Casey and Don to handle the bottoms of the cables.) all the while paying a crane some insane hourly to watch my silly ass play monkey.

Fun.

Let's not do that again. Ever.

So, As I digress I'm on this plane. And, Oh, I forgot (not really) I also had to get a geotechnical survey and analysis done on the Texas Hill site, So, I had Melissa Battler (MSC president and good friend) in to do that. (I'd rather pay someone I know, who I know will do a great job for reasons other than purely financial than just some dude off the street who could just care less.) SO, Here I am, Entertaining Melissa (Read, working our buts off) Preparing for this trip, Helping the guys who came in from UND with a real pressurized surface suit, helping with the current crew, doing my usual duties with the Mars Society, planning the last second details of this trip, and doing my real day job, you know, silly things like putting up a toer and getting one ready to take down and shipped up here...

Just the usual, but with that many, at least one item slipped. Well, You may have noticed that I didn't mention sleep. There was very little of that. In fact, as I started writing this, I am working on literally 2 hours sleep, with an hour and a half the night before, and four the night before that! (uuuummmmaaaahhh What was I saying? What were you saying? Were we talking? Who are you?)

So, Melisa was originally scheduled to leave Saturday so that she could be with her family for Easter. What ended up happening was that, because the very raw engineer assistant for the foundation engineer wanted something more that Melissa normally has to give, she decided to stay over on Saturday and re-dig one of the holes and get even bigger samples. Because of this she ended up staying on until Monday.

This is only slightly weird because I had put in my passport app right as we got the tickets, about six weeks before the trip. The website was claiming four week turn around. They lied, it was more like eight. I wasn't going to get my passport in time. SO, I had to go to Denver to get it, the day before I was to leave. This means that I was going to take Melissa to Grand Junction (If I fly some one in, I do it right.) then keep on driving down to Denver so that I an make my passport appointment (Funny considering that she is flying to Denver, but I still digress...) And as usual, the typical Paul adventures. Wake up an hour earlier than I need, get Casey ready, pack, and

EERRRP, Helm, all stop.

“Paul, Can you come over to the Community center, we need to have a quick meeting to make sure everything is alright with the project before you go.” (My loose paraphrase.) “Uh, OK” Delay.

Bob, The annoying but slightly knowledgeable neighbor comes over, with questions, issues, and general bitches about the project. More delay.

Don has family emergency, needs to leave for a few days. Yet more delay.

Telephone – Mom Insurance. Telephone – James order, Telephone - Customer something meaningless – Good bye, IM - Crew, “We need something (Like water) Can you help us?”, Ridiculous delay.

“DAMNIT PEOPLE, Can't you just leave me alone!” Finally I just throw all of my shit in the Aerostar and full tilt boogie to the airport, via the gas station. (Aerostar likes gas for 2+ hour trips.) and the Pay at the Pump's not working, and the guy inside's new and doesn't know to turn the pump on for me, so I have to go inside, and then he doesn't know how to run the CC machine. Painfuly frustrating delay.

Long story short (I know, Too late) while blazing up to the airport at 95 Mph (The governor speed.) I do the math and decide that we aren't going to make it and start calling the airline. They tell me that for another hundred bucks, I can get her on a flight from Grand Junction in the afternoon the next day, (Screwing her for helping her mom do food prep for the FMARS mission. Did I mention that Melissa is also the FMARS commander, so getting her to help is a real favor!), or I can take her to Denver, and get her on a morning flight for $360...

I am not amused, especially knowing that she is going from GJT to DEN then to Toronto. WTF! No, Just F! After a bit of whining, being frustrated, and general heartburn, I realize that I am no where near the serenity that I so desired. So I stop while on hold with the reservations supervisor, and start to focus on Serenity. (Let it wash over you , none of this matters, reach out, grab it, hug it, make it your own, absorb it and let it pass...) The supervisor starts to tell me how I am just going to have to deal with the situation, and I am preparing to give them the $360 when she tells me that her plane is going to be delayed to the point that she will miss her connection and I get to take her to Denver, and deliver her to the airport at 1000, no charge...

Nice. Sometimes you win.

After a quick stop at the Green River junk yard, I grab the remaining parts for my wipers, (My wipers have been mostly bad for a year, and very bad, like the motor is gone, for a month.) and we blaze with the idea in our heads that we can make Hanging lake before dark. With the prospect of a nice adventure on our minds, and some great Ben and Jerry's (I now love “Half Baked”more than any other...) in our bellies, and a song in our hearts, (OK, it was more like jams from Mel's laptop with her and Casey picking the playlist...) we press on, marveling at the storm that is surrounding us and looking for adventure!

ROAD TRIP!

It was a little scary as we drove nicking the storm, because I only got the parts. I didn't get to install them. And with the drops splattering the windshield, visibility diminished, but never enough to make me stop. After a while it subsides and we are no longer worried, but the idea of getting to Hanging Lake before it gets dark are slowly fading. (Pun intended, Sorry.) We decide that no matter what, we are going to see a waterfall tonight, and will hike up to the lake even after dark.

It was a blast. The hike was hard, but not hugely so, and I was hampered by my sick gut, but we all had a great time. The waterfall was spectacular even by LED headlamp. Taking pictures was tough, but worth it. On the way down, Casey notices a flash, and I think nothing of it, because I could see an airplane's strobe flaring in the clouds. Then we could hear the thunder. “Oh Shit” we all say nearly simultaneously. Down we go, scrambling down the dangerous trail as fast as we can, afraid what might happen if it starts raining and the small stream turns into a storm filled river. Half way down it starts hailing/sleeting . More fun...

“Mel” I call, soaked from the knees down, hair wet, and starting to get cold, “This was really kind of stupid, but I'm really glad we did it.”

And we ran down the trail.

Once we get to the bottom, we change some clothes and continue on to Vail where I stop in the Lionshead parking garage to show off some art work I helped with some 16 years ago (“Clip man “ in case you are wondering.) and we still continue, even though we still don't have wipers, and the passes have the chain laws in effect. This means that the snow/ice is so bad that they won't let commercial vehicles on the pass without chains mounted. It means the roads are a real mess, downright slippery/scary. It means that you are about to have a slow, scary trip. It was hairy, but we make it to our final destination. Gary's place. Gary is cool, and has three separate beds made for us, and after taking turns in the shower, we each retire to our beds. I take the last shower and finally fall into my trundle bed at 0430. we get up at 0600 to get Mel to the airport in time, me dragging ass like sandpaper.

I think I'll stop for now, and continue the rest later. I'm having a real tough time keeping my eyes open, actually nodding as I type....