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Posting this shot is worth the story alone. This was taken in Oneonta Gorge last month during a particularly chilly bout of cold weather which froze many of the area's waterfalls. For those not familiar with this gorge, it is a popular spot during the hot summer months. The gorge itself is an extremely narrow canyon that is only about 1/4 of a mile long but requires wading, sometimes up to one's chest through pools of water to reach. It is quite impossible to hike up this canyon without wading.
During the summer this is great, the canyon is shaded and always about 15 degrees cooler and the cold water is quite refreshing. Crowds of people churn up this canyon on weekends, making photography frustrating but cooling off quite enjoyable.
About once a year we get a cold snap that is cold enough and long enough to turn the many waterfalls of the Columbia River Gorge into winter wonderlands. It is one of my favorite times of year. It is hard to imagine enjoying as much discomfort as this weather brings. Painfully chilled faces and hands, pants and fleeces coated in ice to the point that you crack when you walk. Spray from the waterfalls coating your cameras and freezing solid. Hurried trips back to the car to regain feeling in your extremities before venturing out for "just a few more pictures".
In other words, bliss.
I make a point of getting out here every year. So I have spent a fair amount of time at most of the main waterfalls over the past few winters. But this one had always seemed a little to crazy to attempt. Afterall, it requires wading, and during this time of year, getting wet for that long would result in frostbite at the least and even hypothermia. Probably hypothermia. I will go through a lot in pursuit of amazing scenes like this, but I think I draw the line at hypothermia. Just sounds overrated if you ask me.
The idea of making it up this gorge somehow to see this falls was awfully tempting still. A few of us talked about it and brainstormed ideas. The most popular was to buy an inflatable raft and pump it up and use it to cross the pools. The big problem with this is that there is a giant logjam at the mouth of this gorge that one has to climb over in order to enter the gorge itself. So any raft would have to be inflated on site, and it ruled out bringing in a canoe or kayak.
Then a stroke of inspiration was lent to me on a comment to a photo I posted some time ago, to rent a drysuit. A ha. Even more fortunate, I did not have to rent one, a friend likes to surf and scuba dive and owns a drysuit. Even better, we are almost the same size. So the cold snap hit, I got a day off work, naturally I called him right away and got my hands on a drysuit. All that stood before me then was a giant frozen logjam and a quarter mile of ice cold water.
The fun begins.
My first task was wading across the shallow stream to reach the logjam, which required me donning the drysuit. I had to repeatedly take it on and off as needed because I did not want to trip, or snag it on a log and tear it. But as an additional wrinkle I did not have waterproof boots to put over the feet of the drysuit. Even though the entire suit is waterproof, I did not want to walk across rocks in just the suit and risk damaging the feet. So I pulled on an old pair of my hiking boots to protect the feet. They worked well to that extent but of course got soaked the moment I stepped in the water. Which basically made them like little freezers on my feet.
The suit kept out the water, not the cold.
By the time I got across the first stream, which only took 2-3 minutes, and was never deeper than mid-calf, I could not feel my toes. So I had to sit down, take off the suit, pack it up, and hold my toes until I was certain they were still going to talk to me. Then on to the logjam. Unfortunately I hit another unexpected snag here too. Right before the logjam are two giant boulders that sit right in the middle of the stream. There are two basic choices, you can go left around them, in the tight space between them and the cliff walls. You just wedge yourself in, back to the wall and hands and feet on the nearest boulder and crab walk along, suspended over a deep little pool of water. Or you go right, which requires wading through a fairly deep pool of water and pulling yourself up on a chest-high shelf of rock onto the second boulder. Well a small waterfall had turned the left hand cliff into a sheet of ice, there was no way I would get any traction on it, even with Yaktrax on my feet. The pool on the right was doable with the drysuit, but I did not want to have to climb the jagged shelf of rock in it, again afraid I would puncture or damage the suit. So I had to climb the first boulder and jump the four foot gap down to the second boulder, with all my gear attached. I did not think too much on how I was going to get out on my return trip...
This mini-adventure brought me to the logjam, which really was the easiest part of the whole ordeal. The logs were all dry, and lacked any ice. The water level under them was high, so all I had to do was be careful not to fall. It was a slightly eerie experience to hear all the water gurgling and splashing inches away but not be able to see any of it. I am not used to the water being so high.
And then I realized that I would never have been able to do this with a raft. Normally during the summer, the water level is low enough that the majority of this short hike is dry, with the exception of two or three stomach to chest deep pools which require wading. But the rest can usually be done on the dry edges of the stream bed.
Not so this time of year. The stream came right up to the log jam and I could see no dry patches of note the whole rest of the way. So balancing on a log, I pulled on the drysuit yet again and taking a bit of a deep breath, gently slid myself into the water, which at that point was only about hip deep and began wading.
Pretty quickly the cold suffocated the protestations of my toes.
But by this point pretty much nothing was going to deter me from seeing this falls. I reached the first pool, which is the shallower of the two that has to be crossed, it came up to about my waist. It was again, an eerie experience to feel the extremely cold weight of the water pressing in on my legs, a bit like being squeezed by an extremely cold giant fist.
The second pool was a bit more nerve-wracking. For one, the stream had a good current to it, which I was wading against. The current made the surface choppy enough that I could not see where I was putting my feet, I had to go a step at a time by feel. Plus the pool came up to my chest, so I had to remove my backpack with my tripod attached and balance it all on my head to keep it dry, meaning I had to hold it up there with one hand, giving me just one other for balance. A slow and painstaking little stretch that was. I was very aware of the cantaloupe sized icebergs floating by me in the water.
But then I was through, and that was the hardest part of the whole little trek. I reached this spot and found a small stretch of dry rocks to peel off the drysuit and massage my frozen toes back to some semblance of life. (Note to self, next time take thermal socks, at least two pairs). I saw another very small stretch of dry rocks just barely poking above the surface of the stream just 15 feet upriver. So laying out the drysuit I pulled on my bag, and climbed along the cliff wall to reach that little outcropping of rock, where I was able to balance myself and everything else on a couple of rocks just above the surface of the stream and take this shot. Phew.
Yeah it was crazy I know. But fun too. And that was my adventure up Oneonta Gorge ... almost. The trip back was pretty much a repeat of the trip up, except when I reached the boulders, which I was unable to climb back up, so I had to slip the drysuit back on and navigate the pool I mentioned earlier to the right of the boulders to finally escape the gorge.
I came stumbling back up to the historic highway about three hours after initially left, still dripping water, with my wet boots starting to encase themselves in a shell of ice and probably the craziest grin I have had in a long time.
I am not sure if this means photography is my passion or my madness. I guess there is not always that big a difference between the two.
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This is a desk weight. I am trying to keep things simple. The design is a star hood ornament off a Lincoln Continental automobile.
About 5 months ago I received a diagnosis that finally explained my symptoms. In a way it was a relief to hear the doctor's words, but more so it was a heavy realization that none of this would go away.
I was diagnosed with Hoshimoto's disease, a genetic autoimmune disease that attacks the thyroid. The thyroid gland, which is part the endocrine system, produces hormones that coordinate many of the body's activities.
Its unfortunate to accept that extreme exhaustion, anxiety, depression, immune attacks, nausea, and sickness are what both my present and future look like. My symptoms will maintain or get worse. Some days feel normal and easy but most take more effort than they used to.
Despite this, I do not want to look at my life through the lens of limitation. I may be cold and sleepy all the time, I may not be able to "handle" as much as other people, but I will still live this life that God gave me no matter my circumstance.
"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."
Jeremiah 29:11
ODC Our Daily Challenge: Weights and Measures
Measuring if the Tablecloths really cover the long Christmas Table :-)
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Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!
I'm thankful for all the blessings God has bestowed on me and my family. And I'm thankful for all the burdens that I do not bare.
"No man ever sank under the burden of the day. It is when tomorrow's burden is added to the burden of today that the weight is more than a man can bear." -- George MacDonald
"Do not anticipate trouble or worry about what may never happen. Keep in the sunlight." -- Benjamin Franklin
Design Challenge entry: 'Weights + shadow weights by Su_G' in a throw blanket mockup (c/o Roostery)
My entry in Spoonflower's Fitness Design Challenge.
Original: Line art
© Su Schaefer 2019
My real weights are actually a horrid chalky lilac colour – but I see no reason why they shouldn’t be in way better colors than that; they’re also very symmetric – which rarely appeals to me – but I backgrounded my less symmetric versions because it all felt a bit irregular...
See 'Weights + shadow weights by Su_G': as fabric @ Spoonflower.
[Weights + shadow weights by Su_G_throw blanket_mockup]
Taken on 11 August 2017 and uploaded 2 January 2025.
Overlooking Tilbury's Clinker Beach, a largely intact brown glass bottle in a very distinctive shape but minus its paper labels: never mind, the bottle itself states its contents - an oz (ounce) of beef concentrate sold as Bovril, still a familiar brand today. The bottle probably dates from the 1930s and was about 2" high.
I grew up using LSD, imperial weights and measures and am still confused by the latter, but can cope with decimal money. LSD, for non-Brits, is short-hand for Pounds, Shilling and Pence. Weights and measures - Pounds (again !) and Ounces, or lb and oz...
1 oz is not a lot at all, unless it's beef concentrate.
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Orsay Street Workout - Outdoor Gym, 8 Quai Anatole, 75007 Paris, France.
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A group of male figures can be seen along the top and next to the lion at the MGM casino holding what appears to be a heavy bowl on their shoulders.
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Finally, after about 5 months of on-and-off building, my contribution to the Mecha Telephone Game is complete! I took way longer than I thought I would, but I've had a lot going on so I've had much less building time in general. Anyway, onto the build!
So this is the spiritual successor to Marco's Wanderer. I tried to keep a few key design elements while adding in a hearty serving of my own ideas. The Striker retains the beefy legs from the Wanderer (mainly the thighs) and the two black-and-white weapons on the sides. I combined the idea of the little red "eye" on the front of the Wanderer with the machine gun underneath it to create a little head with a small anti-personnel gun on it. I tried to fit a minifig inside mine, but the torso is much smaller than the Wanderer's so it was pretty much impossible. I ended up just making it an AI unit.
Definitely the biggest new thing I added is that giant cannon on top of the Striker. I wanted to put something on top of the main body, but the past designs haven't had anything. I thought it looked too plain so I had the idea of just converting the entire mech into what is essentially a mobile artillery platform. The gun can move up and down a bit, and the little supports on the front of it slide up and down the barrel accordingly.
By far the biggest challenge with this build was the legs. I started out with them, but my initial attempts were incredibly flimsy and always buckled under their own weight. I ended up having to double up on ball joints at the knees, and use click hinges for the second joint. Even with this much beefier design, however, it can buckle under its own weight in certain poses.
Anyway, in a few days I'll be sending this off to Omar, so that he can build his interpretation of it. Two more builds and the first round of the MTG will finally be complete!