A reminder of how fortunate some of us are, and of the grave inequalities that the children of the world experience.
I have taken a lot of pictures of birds over a long period of time and it is nearly always a challenge. Most of the time the birds notice that you are around, and for some reason or another they do not like to have the wide barrel of a zoom lens pointed at them. Their response is usually one of wariness, and some birds are more skittish than others in this regard. So taking a picture of of a bird requires a lot of quiet, a little bit of stealth, an absence of any kind of abrupt movement, an infinite patience, and a good zoom lens. You take your chances and sometimes you are successful.
Since most birds I encounter have eyes on the sides of their head, they can see you even when they are not facing you. You do realize that the bird is looking at you, most often because the bird will in all likelihood react to your presence in some way. It does not seem unnatural to you that the bird has not turned its head towards you. I am guessing that there is no depth to the image of you that the bird is processing internally in this scenario.
But there are also some occasions when the bird will actually look at you, or try to look at you, straight on. It will either turn its head towards you or it will seat itself in a position facing you. I wonder if the bird is getting a better stereo vision from this position, and whether there is something that induces the bird to face you from a certain angle or the other depending on the circumstances.
Finally, there are the birds whose eyes are in front of their head. I think they may have no choice but to face you when they want to look at you.
I imagine that these types of behaviors of different kinds of birds are a result of evolution and of changes that have taken place over a long period of time. It would be great to understand why certain species developed in certain ways and how it might all be related to their survival in some form or the other. Fascinating stuff! Too much to learn in too little time!
It is still a shock to me when I end up throwing all kinds of bread from the full big blue bins at the food bank into the dumpster. The sight convinces me that there is something that is wrong with a system that allows such waste. But, at the same time, it appears to me that the people in the business of selling food do not themselves think that there is an real problem that needs to be addressed. It must be that there is money being made regardless of all the waste, and perhaps the organizations responsible for all this waste believe that this is still a pretty efficient way of operating when all factors that affect their bottom line are taken into account. So they keep charging along and doing what they do. It is only a volunteer at a local food bank dealing with the tons of food he is throwing away who is making this comment. So who really cares!
So here is what happens. The food bank gets bread that is close to its expiry date from grocery stores. Since bread is a perishable product, it needs to be given out to people quickly once it gets here. The facility often ends up allowing people to take as much bread back with them as they want because they get so much of it, and because they do not want it to accumulate in the warehouse. The problem is that there is sometimes still too much bread left over, and the excess bread often needs to be thrown out into the garbage dumpsters – since there is even more bread being delivered to the food bank at the same time for the next day! If you tried to save all the bread that you got in the cooler you would not have the space for other essential items.
What must be going on is that the big grocery stores are, in general, putting more product on their shelves than they are selling. They must know that they are doing this! For some reason they can afford the waste. They are almost certainly charging prices for the bread that is much much more than its real value in terms of materials used and the cost of production. Because of their large volume of product, they are capable of operating a much more efficient system than a smaller mom-and-pop store, and they are also capable of selling this bread for a much lower price than the mom-and-pop store in spite of the tremendous amount of waste. Food is being thrown away in massive quantities! The only time you hear of the huge grocery stores running out of bread is when there is some sort of extraordinary event that is anticipated, most often related to the weather.
Isn’t there something wrong with a system in which we accept such waste without saying a word? This is especially galling when you hear of people suffering from hunger, and even starvation, even in these modern times. Why do we not speak up? Is it because many of us in this country who are relatively well-off do not see the real value of this kind of food, especially since it has become inexpensive to us? This kind of situation is not always simply a result of natural market forces. Think about farm subsidies and price controls that impact the price of grains. Separately, think about competition between the big organizations with plenty of resources and small mom-and-pop stores that are trying to make their business work with a fundamentally different cost structure for doing business, where the big guys want to put the small guys out of business by flooding the markets with lower cost products. Think about you and I trying to save a buck or two when we shop at the big stores, and our support of the system as it exists today. While you could expect any economic system to have its own biases, there is something to be said about a situation where we end up with so much waste, especially when there is so much need.
How many of you grew up in a household where the value of food was emphasized one way or the other, the general idea being that you only took what you needed, and you always tried to consume what was on your plate without throwing food away? Unfortunately it seems that this principle does not easily scale to the bigger picture. Or perhaps people do not even think in these terms any more.
I had the opportunity to hike the Franconia Ridge in the White Mountains of New Hampshire recently. The 8.8 mile trail that we tackled started in the Lafayette Place parking lot in the Franconia Notch. It took us up from the valley to the ridge and the mountain tops and back in a loop. If you do this loop in a counter-clockwise direction, you climb up to the ridge using the aptly named Falling Waters trail. You break out of the forest near the end of this trail at Little Haystack Mountain. You then take the Appalachian Trail (AT) along the ridge for a while, proceeding to Mt. Lincoln and Mt. Lafayette. This part of the hike is completely above the tree level and feels very different from the climb and the descent which are through the woods. At Mt. Lafayette, you descend the mountain to the Greenleaf Hut following the Greenleaf Hut trail. At this point one takes the Old Bridle Path trail back to the parking lot.
This is an amazing hike. It is quite challenging with the steep slopes and the rough terrain, and it takes a good part of the day to complete the hike. You have to be well prepared, and the hiking conditions also change with the seasons. We did encounter a little bit of snow on the trail even in May. If the weather is bad, and I have heard that it can turn bad in a hurry even on a good day, you will be completely exposed to the elements as you walk along the ridge.
I took at lot of pictures during the hike, but the ones I have been coming back to look at most often on my computer are the ones taken along the ridge. Because it is quite open out there above the treeline, you get a good lesson on visual perspectives. I have pictures of certain sections of the trail taken at different times and from different distances. When you look at something from a certain distance you get a certain picture in your mind of how the terrain might be and of the distances you will be covering, but as you get closer you may realize that the picture did not accurately represent reality. Often times, you do not even realize the size of what you are up against until to get close to the object. Here are a series of pictures focusing on the slope leading up to the top of Mt. Lafayette. (In viewing these pictures I found that I could use the size of the patch of snow on the side of Mt. Lafayette as a reference of some sort.)
The first three pictures were taken from Mt. Lincoln by zooming in with the camera.
The next three pictures were most likely taken from the small crest in the ridge closest to Mt. Lafayette. You can see this crest in the first and second pictures in the series of the three pictures above.
Here are a couple of pictures that I think help with providing a better perspective of the vastness of the space that one is dealing with, especially because people are present in the pictures.
The first picture below may make you think you are actually walking along a narrow edge for this section of the trail, but the picture below it clarifies that the edge is really not that narrow after all. In fact, as you walk along the ridge you do not get the sense of this being a risky endeavor, a perspective that could prove to be incorrect and quite dangerous on a windy day.
When you get up to the ridge at Little Haystack and look north along the trail you see Mt. Lincoln in front of you. Mt. Lafayette is hidden behind Mt. Lincoln even though it is the taller of the two mountains. If you were unfamiliar with the territory you would not know which mountain you were looking at and heading towards. Some people may not realize until they get to the top of Mt. Lincoln that there was still more ground to be covered to get to the last stop along the ridge. It is all a matter of the visual perspective. Here is a picture that provides a little bit of that perspective.
I think it is actually quite difficult for a person who is only looking at pictures to truly grasp what one is dealing with in reality. You will appreciate the real challenge you are up against only while you are in that space. You might try to capture the nature of that space with a series of pictures, but that is not the same thing as being in that space.
Here is a picture of the Franconia Ridge taken on the way down the mountain. (Click through to see the picture in its full size.) At this point we still had a long way to go to get back to the parking lot from where we had started the hike. The Old Bridle Path trail from the Greenleaf hut descends along the ridges of the hills to the left of the picture. The three peaks that dominate the picture are Mt. Lafayette (5249 ft), Mt. Lincoln (5089 ft), and Little Haystack (4760 ft). We walked the ridge from Little Haystack to Lafayette, a distance of about 1.7 miles.
If you are interested in viewing more pictures of the hike, follow this link.
It was Wednesday morning and I was driving along one of the back roads in order to avoid the rush hour traffic on the highway. All of a sudden I sighted some movement out of the corner of my right eye. There, ahead of me, was a deer that was rushing towards the road. I stepped on the brakes, but quickly realized that chances of avoiding the animal were small. As the car slowed down, and as I braced myself for impact, the deer jumped across the road and crashed into the windshield. Amazingly the glass did not break. The deer was thrown forward on to the road in front of me. As I stopped the car, and cars began to line up behind me, it thrashed around on the road in a panic, as if its limbs were broken. I feared the worst, but much to my amazement the deer eventually got up and ran back up the hill from which it had come to stop and stare at me. I paused for another moment and then drove on. Nothing happened to the car.
Our area is full of deer and crashes between vehicles and these animals happen often, but this was a first for me. I always thought that this kind of an experience would be unavoidable if I lived in the area long enough, and now it has happened. If one believed in the fates, it is possible that you would conclude that now that you have had this one crash, the chances of having another one is reduced. But the laws of probability in this case would lead you to conclude otherwise. Each crash event is independent. So nothing has changed as far as the chances of my hitting a deer in the future – not unless I do something radical to change the circumstances, like for example, moving to a place where there are less deer. We all live with the probabilities of different kinds of disastrous events happening to us in whatever environment we happen to live in. Such is life. One does probably try to avoid thinking about the fact that the probability of dying is unity!
A few weeks earlier, while driving on the high speed lane of the beltway and slowing down for stopped traffic in front of me, my car was hit from behind by a Jeep Wrangler driven by a 19 year old with a provisional license. The girl had been tailgating us and we had been observing her driving apprehensively through the rear view mirror. Luckily I was able to anticipate what was about to happen and adjust my braking accordingly, while at the same time the young girl reacted as needed and managed to slow down before it was too late, so that the effect of the impact was minimized. Nothing disastrous happened and the girl got off with a talking-to. Events like this happen not infrequently where we live and we live with the probabilities.
A few days ago, while running down one of the trails in the local park, I happened to plant my foot awkwardly and twist it. Most of the time, when something like this happens, I just get back in step, and I feel no ill-effect in my ankle because the muscles are quite strong from all the running I do. This time was different. My momentum took me downhill and off the trail and I crashed into some plants and underbrush beside the trail while trying to keep my balance. I managed to stop without falling. I was shaken up for a few seconds but my ankle was fine. I got back on to the trail and went my merry way, in a little bit of a shock. This could have been a disastrous episode. Now, this was not simply a case of the laws of probability catching up. I need to be more careful!
Is it all about luck, or is it the human element that plays the most significant role in what happens to you? I do not think I am superstitious, but think I will stay on my toes and try to be more careful about things. And, NO, I do not have a death wish!
It has been a long haul, and the pace has slowed down quite a bit in recent years. It has been my goal to cover the 184.5 miles of the C&O canal on foot at little bit at a time. Living in an area that is closer to the Mile 0 marker in Washington, DC, it has been easy for me to cover the areas closer to home. The sections of the trail closer to Cumberland have been difficult to reach. In addition to being far away from home, these sections of the trail also happen to pass through the boondocks. Very few people live in these parts and the access points to the trail are more and more difficult to get to because you have to drive long distances on the narrow winding rural roads after getting off the highway to reach your destination. It takes me a lot time just to get to the start of my walk. In May of 2014 I extended my coverage to mile marker 139.
Last Thursday I decided to extend my coverage of the trail by another six miles. I drove up to Little Orleans on a dreary wet day to do the hike. Little Orleans must have been a bigger town when the Western Maryland Railroad ran through it. Lumber used to be the main product in these parts those days. Very few buildings remain in this area. Bill’s Place is well known as a stop for food and drink for long-distance bikers riding the trails between Washington DC and Pittsburgh. It is perhaps the only place of note left in town. Bill was a well known character and ran the place from the 1970s (when the railroad was still running) until his death in 2013. It still operates under different ownership. I hesitated to enter the establishment by myself since I had heard that the local crowd in there could be quite rough. I will come back when I am with a bigger group.
The parking lot for the trail at Little Orleans is close to the location of the Fifteen Mile Creek aqueduct. The Potomac river looked quite peaceful from the boat ramp area.
The aqueduct looked like it is in decent shape.
The flowers of spring were mostly gone, but there was still a lot of honeysuckle beside the trail.
The place was so remote that the animals did not seem to mind your presence. The deer just stood on the trail as I ran towards it, and the rabbit continued to chew on the wet grass even as I got close to it.
I went past a couple of locks, including lock 57 which still had the remains of its lock house next to it.
I also ran past an abandoned railroad bridge where the Western Maryland Railroad used to cross into West Virginia. When laying the tracks in this section, the railroad company had decided to avoid the bends of the river and take a straighter route using multiple river crossings.
The feeling of the wet woods was awesome, with the drip of water from the light drizzle creating a soothing background sound. The canal did seem to have a different feel to it in this section than I am used to. Don’t know yet when I will get a chance to extend my coverage by another six miles. Hopefully it will not take another year.