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This fire is w-a-y too close for comfort. It is in the Tuolumne River Canyon at the Clavey, into and around Buck Meadows, in up Pilot Ridge. The old Pilot Peak fire lookout is readily visible from the eastern intersection of Hwy 120 and Ferretti Road. My house is on Ferretti Road (a loop) near the Pine Mountain Lake Airport.
Yesterday afternoon, the total acres burned had been upped from 800 to 2500. This morning it is over 10,000 acres.
That said, I am near the edge of, but still in, a subdivision, complete with hydrants. The Tuolumne River canyon is approximately 1 mile north of the house, but not far from us makes a little bend to the southeast towards its source in Yosemite National Park. We are on a belt road. There is a light plane airport between the house and the river. From that north side, the lines of defense are the airport and then Ferretti road. If they loose the line at Ferretti Road, the main part of the subdivision will almost certainly burn. They will already have lost lots of homes.
From the south, the main line of defense is Hwy 120, then Pine Mountain Drive and Rock Canyon Way. If they are defending to the south from Rock Canyon Way, a hugely significant number of homes has already burned.
On the east is the Stanislaus National Forest, a camp for physically challenged kids, a small community of manufactured homes, and several ranches/ranchettes, etc. The forest butts up against state land on our side, against the National Park on another. Net result? We have lots of fire response -- the feds in the Park and in the Forest (Dept of Interior vs. Dept of Agriculture), CalFire on state land (even when it is not considered a state lands fire), and our local fire departments, many of which operate under CalFire management. This does assume that our crews are at home, and not in Idaho or elsewhere fighting someone else's fires.
Other local government jurisdictions pitch in as well. I am certain that the City of San Francisco has all willing employees in the fire camps and on the lines with heavy equipment, dealing with power lines, and driving. Yes, driving. Most of the fire management teams in large fires come from elsewhere and don't know the local roads. Our Hetchy folk are intimately familiar with those back-country roads. Even I, who spent far less time in the woods that most of the field crews, know the back country roads better than most fire managers, even those from Sonora ... which is how I found myself working a computer and mapping in the command center for the last fire before I retired. I know the City paid thousands of dollars in overtime pay (probably hundreds of thousands) to their employees who were out there protecting City property and making the job easier for fire crews. It's a small community. Everyone pitches in.
Pray for the communities affected all across the US. Pray for the firefighters -- we cannot afford to lose another Hotshot Crew, or anyone else. Pray that some of the rain that is so unwelcome in the eastern US moves over and deposits itself west of the Rockies. Pray that the rain does not bring lightning with it.
Just pray ...
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Monday, May 20, 2013
Life's Awkward Moments
Car key refuses to leave ingition. At least it could drive to the dealership, where it is now awaiting diagnosis and estimate. This could be an expensive month. Think green. Green car, green cash...
Yesterday I had to borrow a vehicle to get to my volunteer assignment at the Honolulu Book and Music Fair at Honolulu City Hall. Wasn't willing to face the bus in Daughters of Hawai'i whites. Long white dress, white dress hat, feather lei -- rain promised, all the umbrellas in the car. Now where else does one keep a favorite brollie? No, Sunday wasn't a good bus day.
For the rest of the week, as necessary, I will practice using my bus pass.
Don't forget to pray!
Sacred Trees and Ties to the Land
I refer you to my brother Ian's post of May 19, ilind.net, regarding our mango trees. Photo, right, is Saturday morning's harvest.
The architect's precise question was, "First, is there anything sacred about this house?" OK, that's manini (for you non-Hawaiian folk, that's nit-picking, or something like, "don't sweat the small stuff".) But he didn't start out asking about trees. He asked about sacred things, things we absolutely did not want to change. Those trees are sacred!
The rest of Ian's post is accurate.
It's a hard pill to swallow, the thought of loosing those trees. And this tie to our personal identities. Loosing the house wouldn't be quite so bad if we knew that the buyer would commit to saving the trees. Small chance of that in today's world. ...
Please pray for Malcolm as he faces his own mortality and congestive heart failure.
Pray for those who care for the sick, the aged, and the alone.
Pray for someone who touches your life and brings you joy.
The architect's precise question was, "First, is there anything sacred about this house?" OK, that's manini (for you non-Hawaiian folk, that's nit-picking, or something like, "don't sweat the small stuff".) But he didn't start out asking about trees. He asked about sacred things, things we absolutely did not want to change. Those trees are sacred!
The rest of Ian's post is accurate.
It's a hard pill to swallow, the thought of loosing those trees. And this tie to our personal identities. Loosing the house wouldn't be quite so bad if we knew that the buyer would commit to saving the trees. Small chance of that in today's world. ...
Please pray for Malcolm as he faces his own mortality and congestive heart failure.
Pray for those who care for the sick, the aged, and the alone.
Pray for someone who touches your life and brings you joy.
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Giving the Passion its Due
Most of you figured out long ago that genealogy and local history are my passion. So it won't come as a huge surprise that all posts relating strictly to genealogy will now appear in a new blog, Family Hunter. The webaddress is a slight modification: famlyhunter.blogspot.com Note the spelling, no 'i' in famly. Right now, it doesn't come up in any Google searches, but if you click on the link you will go directly to that site.
I've had some exciting things happen on several currently active lines. The new blog is the opportunity to share those findings in a context that other genealogists will appreciate but the rest of the world could care less about!
Come visit me there. Continue visiting here. Let me know what you think.
Don't forget to pray!
I've had some exciting things happen on several currently active lines. The new blog is the opportunity to share those findings in a context that other genealogists will appreciate but the rest of the world could care less about!
Come visit me there. Continue visiting here. Let me know what you think.
Don't forget to pray!
Monday, April 8, 2013
Makaha
My father was the Idea Man. He'd have an idea, then recruit others who were better suited to implement it. Often he got the credit. He had a lot of ideas related to surfing and canoe racing. He had been involved in at least one international surfing competition before he left Southern California. It was 1953, 14 years after he arrived in Hawaii, before the first Makaha International Surfing Championship was held. The annual competion was his baby for a good 20 years, still going strong after I left home to first attend a mainland college, then marry and spend most of my adult life in California.
The competition was always held on a holiday weekend. I don't remember which winter holiday -- I just remember my father leaving immediately after breakfast, not to be seen again for a couple of days. He'd come home physically tired and sunburnt, but on an emotional high from the time spent on the beach, in the surfing community, serving as announcer for the tournament. His absence on holidays was just a part of the growing up experience.
So it was with bittersweet memories that I set out this morning to visit friends who are spending time at their timeshare condo on the beach at Makaha, just one bay away from the famous surfing beach.
My first reaction was to the road -- freeway with an unheard-of-in-Hawaii 60 MPH speed limit extending past Kapolei, formerly known as Barber's Point, and Ko'Ilina and the Aulani resorts, built near the beach my mother camped on as a child and knew as Brown's Beach. Beyond the freeway the road is 4-lane highway through the ahapua'a (that is the plural -- there is no "s" in the Hawaiian language) of Nanakuli, Lualualai, and Waianae. Where the land between the highway and the water is narrow, it is parkland, no longer busy with tent cities of the homeless. Where there is more space, there are homes and businesses on the maka'i (towards the ocean) side reflecting the ambiance of these heavily Native Hawaiian communities. This is the dry side of the island, so looks very different from the lush and overgrown jungle-like growth of the windward side. Not even sugar grew out here. Geographically, the last plantations were at Waipahu and Ewa, both on the west shore of Pearl Harbor. I remember this area as dust, kiawe trees, dramatic ocean, rocky coast alternating with sandy beaches ... and lots of Hawaiians.
Nancy and Bob told me to watch for the 15-story building on the beach. "You can't miss it!" they said. They were right. I stopped at a stoplight, looked up, and -- you can't miss it! It must be at least 6 stories taller than anything around it! Check out Makaha on Google Maps and go to street view. You'll soon find the Hawaiian Princess condo, even without really knowing what you are looking for, and will understand why you "can't miss it".
Here's the building from the beach, posted to Panorama by cbrolaw.
The condo is lovely, the beach is spectacular, and it was really wonderful to see Nancy and Bob again. The sand visible in the surf is a lesson in how the ocean moves sand around from one part of the beach to another. You quickly learn to recognize the shape of the honu (sea turtles) in the surf. There were at least three playing in the water today. They have a beach a little farther up the coast where they like to go and bask in the sun after time swimming and feeding in the ocean.
Bob says on weekends there are more people, but crowded is not a word one would use to describe this beach.
Here is the view looking north towards Kaena Point and the Makaha Beach Park where those surfing tournaments were held -- just on the far side of the nearest point of land.
I went around the corner of the lanai to take this photo looking south, towards Diamond Head. This is rougher water than I would be comfortable swimming in, but that doesn't make it any less inviting a place to spend a day. This is Hawai'i at its best.
Give thanks for old friends and long friendships. Give thanks for warm days and sparkling oceans.
Don't forget to pray....
The competition was always held on a holiday weekend. I don't remember which winter holiday -- I just remember my father leaving immediately after breakfast, not to be seen again for a couple of days. He'd come home physically tired and sunburnt, but on an emotional high from the time spent on the beach, in the surfing community, serving as announcer for the tournament. His absence on holidays was just a part of the growing up experience.
So it was with bittersweet memories that I set out this morning to visit friends who are spending time at their timeshare condo on the beach at Makaha, just one bay away from the famous surfing beach.
My first reaction was to the road -- freeway with an unheard-of-in-Hawaii 60 MPH speed limit extending past Kapolei, formerly known as Barber's Point, and Ko'Ilina and the Aulani resorts, built near the beach my mother camped on as a child and knew as Brown's Beach. Beyond the freeway the road is 4-lane highway through the ahapua'a (that is the plural -- there is no "s" in the Hawaiian language) of Nanakuli, Lualualai, and Waianae. Where the land between the highway and the water is narrow, it is parkland, no longer busy with tent cities of the homeless. Where there is more space, there are homes and businesses on the maka'i (towards the ocean) side reflecting the ambiance of these heavily Native Hawaiian communities. This is the dry side of the island, so looks very different from the lush and overgrown jungle-like growth of the windward side. Not even sugar grew out here. Geographically, the last plantations were at Waipahu and Ewa, both on the west shore of Pearl Harbor. I remember this area as dust, kiawe trees, dramatic ocean, rocky coast alternating with sandy beaches ... and lots of Hawaiians.
Nancy and Bob told me to watch for the 15-story building on the beach. "You can't miss it!" they said. They were right. I stopped at a stoplight, looked up, and -- you can't miss it! It must be at least 6 stories taller than anything around it! Check out Makaha on Google Maps and go to street view. You'll soon find the Hawaiian Princess condo, even without really knowing what you are looking for, and will understand why you "can't miss it".
Here's the building from the beach, posted to Panorama by cbrolaw.
The condo is lovely, the beach is spectacular, and it was really wonderful to see Nancy and Bob again. The sand visible in the surf is a lesson in how the ocean moves sand around from one part of the beach to another. You quickly learn to recognize the shape of the honu (sea turtles) in the surf. There were at least three playing in the water today. They have a beach a little farther up the coast where they like to go and bask in the sun after time swimming and feeding in the ocean.
Bob says on weekends there are more people, but crowded is not a word one would use to describe this beach.
Here is the view looking north towards Kaena Point and the Makaha Beach Park where those surfing tournaments were held -- just on the far side of the nearest point of land.
I went around the corner of the lanai to take this photo looking south, towards Diamond Head. This is rougher water than I would be comfortable swimming in, but that doesn't make it any less inviting a place to spend a day. This is Hawai'i at its best.
Give thanks for old friends and long friendships. Give thanks for warm days and sparkling oceans.
Don't forget to pray....
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Dare to Be
I was looking for some quotes about smiling. Found this.
Take the challenge!
“Dare to Be
When a new day begins, dare to smile gratefully.
When there is darkness, dare to be the first to shine a light.
When there is injustice, dare to be the first to condemn it.
When something seems difficult, dare to do it anyway.
When life seems to beat you down, dare to fight back.
When there seems to be no hope, dare to find some.
When you’re feeling tired, dare to keep going.
When times are tough, dare to be tougher.
When love hurts you, dare to love again.
When someone is hurting, dare to help them heal.
When another is lost, dare to help them find the way.
When a friend falls, dare to be the first to extend a hand.
When you cross paths with another, dare to make them smile.
When you feel great, dare to help someone else feel great too.
When the day has ended, dare to feel as you’ve done your best.
Dare to be the best you can –
At all times, Dare to be!”
―
Steve Maraboli,
Life, the Truth, and Being Free
Take the challenge!
When a new day begins, dare to smile gratefully.
When there is darkness, dare to be the first to shine a light.
When there is injustice, dare to be the first to condemn it.
When something seems difficult, dare to do it anyway.
When life seems to beat you down, dare to fight back.
When there seems to be no hope, dare to find some.
When you’re feeling tired, dare to keep going.
When times are tough, dare to be tougher.
When love hurts you, dare to love again.
When someone is hurting, dare to help them heal.
When another is lost, dare to help them find the way.
When a friend falls, dare to be the first to extend a hand.
When you cross paths with another, dare to make them smile.
When you feel great, dare to help someone else feel great too.
When the day has ended, dare to feel as you’ve done your best.
Dare to be the best you can –
At all times, Dare to be!”
Don't forget to pray!
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Today of all days ...
It was one of those 3:30 wake up mornings, so by noon had already put in a significant day.
Put the cell phone to charge on the computer rather than on a stand-alone charger; wanted it nearby just in case. Very seldom charge the phone this way.
Computer wanted to update software on phone. In the process, it wiped everything. Good news: everything on the phone was restored from backup. Good lesson in why one backs up electronic devices regularly. Other good news: screen images are crisper and brighter with the software upgrade, although I am not sure that was an expected outcome.
Made a phone call. "Oh, you can't do this without a credit card." the friendly voice reported. Called a different number. Same result. Checked MyVerizonWireless page. System looks just like it did earlier in the day. Phone just wasn't connecting to the network.
Fortunately, this is Kahala, not Groveland. The nearest Verizon Rescue Center is only .5 miles up the road in the mall, not 40 miles, 60 minutes and a 3000' elevation drop away from home. But there was a 40 minute wait for a salesperson. Eventually Sean (who looked more like a Kainoa or a Kamaka'ele than a Sean) finished with his customer. It was my turn. By now I was ready to find a hole and cry, certain that the phone was terminal.
Sean tried a call. Then pushed some buttons. Listened. Pushed more buttons. Listened again. "Now call someone to make sure it works." he told me. Nobody home answering a telephone. Sean called my phone. It worked perfectly. Seems that when the phone restored from backup, it saw itself as a new phone. Since it had not asked if it should activate itself, there was no connection between the phone in my hand and my account online. Activation resolved that.
While I was standing at the desk with a sales person really listening, asked about text messaging and those new measured data service plans. Right now, I don't text enough to pay a flat monthly fee for texting service. OK, will try texting for a while, and see if the flat rate becomes appropriate. Have a couple of contacts who prefer texting to email. Will I text them that much? Nor, it seems, do I use enough data to be concerned about unlimited data service vs. measured data service. That may become an issue if I spend much time in Groveland, but having a wireless network at home keeps my internet usage on the cell phone way down. On the other hand, Verizon smart phones don't work at my house. Hmmmmm. There's one point for city living.
Give thanks for courteous and caring service staff who solve problems with a smile.
Don't forget to pray....
Put the cell phone to charge on the computer rather than on a stand-alone charger; wanted it nearby just in case. Very seldom charge the phone this way.
Computer wanted to update software on phone. In the process, it wiped everything. Good news: everything on the phone was restored from backup. Good lesson in why one backs up electronic devices regularly. Other good news: screen images are crisper and brighter with the software upgrade, although I am not sure that was an expected outcome.
Made a phone call. "Oh, you can't do this without a credit card." the friendly voice reported. Called a different number. Same result. Checked MyVerizonWireless page. System looks just like it did earlier in the day. Phone just wasn't connecting to the network.
Fortunately, this is Kahala, not Groveland. The nearest Verizon Rescue Center is only .5 miles up the road in the mall, not 40 miles, 60 minutes and a 3000' elevation drop away from home. But there was a 40 minute wait for a salesperson. Eventually Sean (who looked more like a Kainoa or a Kamaka'ele than a Sean) finished with his customer. It was my turn. By now I was ready to find a hole and cry, certain that the phone was terminal.
Sean tried a call. Then pushed some buttons. Listened. Pushed more buttons. Listened again. "Now call someone to make sure it works." he told me. Nobody home answering a telephone. Sean called my phone. It worked perfectly. Seems that when the phone restored from backup, it saw itself as a new phone. Since it had not asked if it should activate itself, there was no connection between the phone in my hand and my account online. Activation resolved that.
While I was standing at the desk with a sales person really listening, asked about text messaging and those new measured data service plans. Right now, I don't text enough to pay a flat monthly fee for texting service. OK, will try texting for a while, and see if the flat rate becomes appropriate. Have a couple of contacts who prefer texting to email. Will I text them that much? Nor, it seems, do I use enough data to be concerned about unlimited data service vs. measured data service. That may become an issue if I spend much time in Groveland, but having a wireless network at home keeps my internet usage on the cell phone way down. On the other hand, Verizon smart phones don't work at my house. Hmmmmm. There's one point for city living.
Give thanks for courteous and caring service staff who solve problems with a smile.
Don't forget to pray....
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