Waiting for a buy out

 

On Saturday I was running around doing some errands and passed through Upper Jay only to notice that the owner of one of the houses I worked on after Irene was walking around her yard. I stopped to chat for a while.

It turns out that she has still not been able to work on her house. FEMA won’t give her any money because they said she already got too much from the insurance company. The insurance company gave her less than a quarter of what the house is worth and because it has been so long since the flood the mud removal ( several feet from the basement) and mold abatement alone at this time will cost more than what the insurance company gave her. So like the majority of the other residents in the town, she is now just waiting for a buy out or auction, where she only expect to get several thousand dollars for the house that has been in her family for quite a while. So frustrating  to hear tales like this, the house was totally salvageable if work could have commenced the week after the flood.

With the flood on my mind, I took a drive for the first time up Styles Brook since the road had been repaired. Most of this flat area in this image as been filed in and regraded. The brook, which was only ever about 15 feet across and only inches deep, has also be re engineered. At one time there were about 12 houses along this stretch and around the bend in the distance.

Sunday decided to run one of my trails to check for blow down. A pic looking over Cooperas Pond at Whiteface. I am simply blown away by how little snow there is this year. All of the lakes, ponds, and rivers are running very low. You can bet this year there are going to be a number of wildfires in the news across all of North America.

Aerial View

A quick shot looking west into down town Au Sable Forks from a radio controlled platform. Whiteface is bathing in the sun’s beams.

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Dumb as a Bag of Hammers

After a very lack luster and very uninspiring three day work week, I was excited to get out and volunteer with the Lean2Rescue group Saturday. Lean2Rescue has a rather strict application&interview process that involves an intelligence test. If you score to high, you are rather unceremoniously rejected. Luckily, I came in way under the cut off point.

You should always be weary of a request for help that has “dumb as a bag of hammers” in the first sentence. It is foreshadowing at its best.

Assembling the “torture” cart and hand truck for moving some 700lbs of shingles and other building materials.

Another view of the prep.

The cart in action on a very  flat section of trail. This cart went up over 12+ inch rocks, up logs steps, over bridges that were too narrow for the wheels ( just dragged across the bridge on the bottom ), and through the ice on several stream crossings. There is no “easy” spot to work on this cart.

We got about 1.5 – 2.0 miles in with the carts. Then it was hump the supplies old school style. We broke each bundle of shingles in half so they were only about 40 lbs per load.

Then we hiked the supplies two additional miles to the new site. We made this trip twice, with crampons or micro spikes because there is no snow only ice. And to anyone who is thinking, no the girl in the pic did not get off easy, this is our second trip and she carried a bundle of shingles the first time and the second had a worse load, a bucket of screws which technically weighted less than the shingles but hung much further off her back so it felt a lot heavier than a bundle of shingles.

The breather after the last load, this are the same four logs we were working on back on the frigid December day. Now just a 4-5 miles hike out for a total of about 11-12 miles for the day. You are not meant to hike that far in crampons. Sunday has been a limited mobility day.

The day

It was a great week in New Orleans. But sad. There is still so, so,  much to do. And it mostly just takes people.  I took way too long to lend a hand. This fall will be the 7th year since the hurricane, and yet many sections of New Orleans will not be functional for another 5 – 10 years.

Yet, the 14th is upon us….
I have linked this before, but it is too good not too do it again. Eivør Pálsdóttir with The Faroese Symphony Orchestra, is way better than a saint singing….

Paws shredding moss,
tail pointing to the past,
none martyred,
none lost,
only the love of an oak’s growing reach.

Balsam on the air,
sirens on the wind.

Love is a cruel mistress.

Mother is old,
but you can tell her your love story over and over again…

–PJE

BTW: The above ramblings are not the official words, just my  oral vomit. The official “Troll Platform” lyrics are quite something more.

 

 

 

Packing

Packing for Christmas vacation and a trip to New Orleans to work on houses. The cat seems worried I will forget her, so just a little reminder. Better to be safe than sorry.

The difference between 38 and 39

Ironically, it has nothing to do with age in 2012, but also is not simply “1.” In this context it is 10′s of thousands. Every so often I have a dollar left over, from the weekly shopping trip to stock up on rice and beans. Those special Fridays ( happened to be a Saturday this time), I buy a cup coffee on the way home and occasionally splurge the left over dollar on a lottery ticket. If I buy the ticket rather than the candy bar, which actually being way more than $1 and requires going back out to the car to search for loose change under the seat, I usually go for the smaller paying games as they have better odds. Hey, a free play or $2 win makes you feel better than winning nothing.

Sunday morning I woke up and got ready for a second 6 hour round of mind numbing alphabet soup, yet critically important, training in Disaster Services Technology, only to remember the random chance ticket from the night before. I have always been good at seeing patterns without being able to say what they are. I can quickly look at two things and tell you they are the same, but I cannot tell you anything about them, i.e., if they are purple, numbers, squares, triangles or dancing monkeys. Objects are either the same or different; but I am also still able to tell you when things are almost close enough to be considered the same, which in the template matching paradigm is logically impossible as it approaches ambiguity.

You could also argue that templates are, by design, expected to be expanded upon as they are only a starting phase; thus template matching as an approach for understanding similarity is flawed from the beginning. But never being able to gain insight by focusing on a template is not the point today. The point is that the goal of the game played was to match 5 numbers. On my chance ticket, four of the five numbers matched, the first four to be exact. The fifth number I had was 38, the fifth number drawn was 39.  So when I remembered to look at my ticket again on Sunday, I knew it was very close. So close in fact that it can only make you smile. While not $35k+, $500 _IS_ wildly different from nothing to throw away.

It bought the code pit a much needed printer ( and I got $75 off for recycling an old printer that only cost $80) and there is still plenty left over to supplement heading down to New Orleans to build houses next week. I though the windfall may have something to do with karma, but then I was reminded you don’t actually get rewarded for just thinking about it. A strange part of me needs a deployment, another disaster, after all of the recent training. It is not about wishing harm on anyone, quite the opposite. It is just about being part of something bigger. Doing  and not just being a rotting vampire in an Ivory Tower of Perceived Goodness.

Animal attraction

Someone took an instant liking to the recently liberated shelter blanket.

Ready, Set, Roll

Saturday morning started far too early after far to long of a week. It was a long, cold and snowy drive down to Albany for a weekend full of training at the regional Red Cross office. Couple of base courses out of the way that I have been waiting for and a key one under my belt, ERV. I can now drive the chapter’s or any national Emergency Response Vehicle. Combined with the Disaster Services Technology track, that I will start right after returning from building houses in New Orleans, and a couple of local deployments I should be very desirable for national deployment.

Another kind of frost

Early morning strange low clouds hang in some of the valleys. Strange as it is only 4 F.

Start of my hike the sun is illuminating the trees and hoar frost and light dusting of snow.

Absolutely stunning hike to clear the mind and the soul. Spent most of the time looking up rather than forward where I needed to go.

I wish I had packed my digital SLR so I had a bit more control over the exposure. The inner glow deep in the tree line almost comes through but the picture is no where even close to what it looks like. There is noting else anywhere that come close to a comparison, it almost fees artificially lit.

Another attempt to capture the inner glow, a scene fit for a queen.

And yet maybe the most amazing moment is when it was all over…or maybe this is just another beginning of something else. Totally untouched image. Sun in a dark but clear, dense but thin fog/cloud bank about to duck behind Esther Mountain.

 

Over shadowed

There is almost a bit of irony in that the Solstice this year basically coincided with the new moon. Seems fitting. Though there will be theme songs playing while running up mountains in the morning….and this may just be a recovery song while dreaming of deep snow and dancing trees.