Friday


18
Jul 25

I made a time trial

Milder today. Just a summer day on Venus, rather than a July day on the surface of the sun. And it was, for the most part, an ideal summer Friday, passing by uneventfully. So much so that I forgot, until tonight, to finish the laundry.

Why do tonight what solar power can do tomorrow, namely, move the dryer drum around and around and make my clothes toasty and fresh?

While admiring the flowers and the weeds today, I noticed this little hydrangea. It’s smaller shrub, hiding beneath larger things. I’m not sure if I’ve seen him before.

So in our 25 month here, I am still learning new things about the place. I love that. Though, I am glad that at this point most of the things I am learning are small things. They’re more charming and less harmful. And when I say harmful I am thinking of the pocketbook.

Since it wasn’t terrible hot today I set out for an early evening bike ride. Into town, through some neighborhoods, by the park, out into the pastureland again. I eased through a crossroad that has a name for no reason whatsoever, and then up past the rodeo arena. I rode on the closed shoulder.

It’s been closed for more than a year now. Maybe it’ll never re-open again. For now, it’s a nice stress-free stretch of three-quarters of a mile without worrying about traffic. And then you turn right, and into the wind, trying to stay low until you turn left again, driving your way through a cornfield, into the woods, and to the crazy house. The guy that lives there was outside today, doing whatever he was doing, until he stopped to yell at me. Then an overpass, more woods, some rural houses, more woods, two intersections, another overpass — I’m probably doing those out of order, because I’m trying hard through there and not paying attention.

Eventually I get into another neighborhood, which yields to a park which blends into a series of apartment complexes, which heralds the stop sign and the right-hand turn. And then it is four miles of town, businesses, houses, industrial complexes and trees, before turning right once more, the last turn and then seven miles straight home.

This is my 25-mile time trial, which I have just invented. I have done it three times now — once last year and twice this summer — and today’s ride was my fastest. So, of course, I have now added a new page to the spreadsheets. One more thing to track. One more place to try to ride a bit faster, a bit more efficiently.

The real metric, though, is that I had to put my foot on the ground just twice in 25 miles. Nine turns, 11 stop signs or lights, and stopping twice, that’s the real trial.

Funny how you can come to measure your minor successes.


11
Jul 25

It is Friday, you deserve a treat

My joke is that when the cats — who are biologically siblings, and fight like it sometimes — are doing the same thing, I say aloud, in a mock panicked voice: YOU’RE FREAKING ME OUT!

Because they are brothers and sisters, they do often do the same things, almost identically, despite how they sometimes don’t get along, and it looks very Come play with us … which is where the joke comes from.

But they don’t have to be doing the exact same thing. So, this evening, when Poe jumped on this counter, and Phoebe stared at him, my first thought was YOU’RE FREAKING ME OUT!

My second thought was, What are you staring at?

Turns out a beetle had gotten in, and they were fascinated.

But the treats are stored in that cabinet, and sometimes they remember that. And, to reinforce that idea, after I rescued the insect I gave them a snack. Because it is Friday, and you deserve a treat.


27
Jun 25

Video of the Matterhorn

Here’s a bit of video from our afternoon on Gornergrat, looking over at the Matterhorn, six miles distant. There are some 24 peaks around there of similar altitude, meaning the views are spectacular everywhere you look. And you’ll get a small sense of that from this video. Enjoy.

  

Tomorrow we take a scenic train ride, so there will probably be a lot of photos. Come back and see the sites with me.


27
Jun 25

Across from the Matterhorn

We walked from our hotel through Zermatt, 5,310 feet elevation. We boarded a train to go up. Up to the Gornergrat ridge, which sits 10,285 feet above sea level. There are two stops, and then you’re there, at the top of the world, it seems like, except for what you can see opposite.

It ain’t bad.

The high mark, of course, is the iconic Matterhorn summit, just over there.

Mountains, being great skewers of time and space and distance, are always misleading. The Matterhorn is actually six miles from where we are standing.

Here’s a broader view of the view. This is a panoramic shot of sorts, so you know what to do.

(Click to embiggen.)

And here’s a slightly better closeup. Doesn’t look like anyone is climbing it today. At least on this side.

Tomorrow, Europe’s highest open-air theater (really, a flat spot with a screen and several rows of chairs, which we passed on the way up) is opening for the season and they are showing “The Matterhorn Story,” a play that depicts the first ascent of the mountain, in 1865. It debuts tomorrow. We’ll be gone by then.

Where we were today was above the tree line. But there were a few things growing that high up.

Oddly, I didn’t have most of the same thin air effects I was complaining about on our visit to Jungfraujoch. I must have acclimated in the last 48 hours.

(I did not.)

Way up there is a humble little chapel, dedicated to St. Bernard — patron saint of the Alps, skiing, snowboarding, hiking, backpacking, and mountaineering, if you go in for that sort of thing.

I’m not Catholic, but I’d like to find out how a person who lived in the 11th century and canonized in the 17th century picks up snowboarding as something to protect. Snowboarding just dates back to 1965, after all.

Anyway, the altarpiece is carved wooden figures in a relief-style with alpine flowers above the altarpiece. The tabernacle is decorated with grapevines, the altar table is made of stone slabs with a cross.

There’s also a little hotel and restaurant and gift shop up there. A development waiting for other developments, unless it’s a one-night novelty, I’m sure. As a guest, your options are the views, the observatory, two short tourist experiences and going back down the mountain. One of the tourist things is a beautiful 10-minute movie that shows you the four seasons on the mountain. The other is a three-minute VR presentation of paragliding over the Matterhorn. We’ve seen people doing this all over, and made jokes with the in-laws about getting them in one of those rigs.

We got close.

I sat in one of those chairs, too. (Not pictured.) I joined the flight in-progress, so I went through it again, just to see everything. It was shot on a nice 270 degree camera, so you can see a great deal. Almost just like doing it! I was hoping my mother-in-law would stick her arms out and soar through the sky …

There’s also a nice display of a first-generation engine at the Gornergrat summit. (There are two others a bit further down, as well.) These are historic and legendary pieces of the Swiss railway system — albeit “reinterpreted” for their installment in 2023. The signs don’t tells us what was reinterpreted, but I’d like to think they looked exactly like this when they first took on their job of going up and down the mountain in 1898, when they opened this system. Today, it is the oldest, still-operational, electrical cogwheel in the world.

Even still, these engines had a shorter trek than their modern descendants. The original rail station was about 230 lower than today’s peak spot. Regular folks did the walk. Others, of means, were carried up in sedan chairs.

Hopefully they felt self-conscious about that.

Mark Twain said “Nowhere is there such a display of grandeur and beauty as can be seen from the Gornergrat summit,” but he got up there some other way. He wrote that in 1878, before this railway was completed, which wasn’t too long after the place started appearing in the travel guides (1856) and topographical maps (1862).

Cogwheel rails work on a rack and pinion system, which allows them to shorten the distance by mastering steep inclines. Static friction of the wheels provide the propulsion. The part in between the rails is the key, and in this case a setup like this handles inclines, the sign says, of 200 percent. Carl Roman Abt was the engineer that developed this setup, which has some clever ingenuity in design and reusability.

This is how it all connects together. It’s powered by a 275 volt three-phase current. TO save power, the engines act as generators when braking, so when it is descending, the engine is producing electricity. Recuperation allows that energy to be used on the next ascent. Today, three trains going downhill produce enough power for two trains heading up. (There are two trains an hour up here, too.) The rest of the power comes from Zermatt’s power grid.

If you look closely, you can see the teeth from the cogwheel system here. Since its earliest days, this has been an electrical system. The only steam engine that ran on these lines was the locomotive that helped in the construction. When it’s task was completed, they sold the thing to Spain.

Twelve photos, a history lesson and 900-plus words, so let’s call it here. In the next post, I’ll share some video from the Gornergrat summit. Don’t miss it.


20
Jun 25

On the rail again

Up early this morning for a small Italian breakfast, then a short walk to an Italian train station — most of Italy’s transit workers are on strike, we found out two or three days ago and got lucky with a backup plan. Our route looked like this.

We arrived in Interlaken, as planned, in what is almost the center of Switzerland. Definitely it is one of the tourist centers. And who could blame the tourists for coming to places with views like this?

And that’s just on the way there.

After a quick bus ride we arrived at our hotel — a small little place run by a kind, small man and his family, with Swiss efficiency. There are maybe 16 rooms. This is the balcony view we’ll enjoy (but not slow down enough to see often) for the next few days. That view is not bad.

Click to embiggen.

If you just look down at the water, it is awfully inviting in the middle of this heat wave.

We took a ride back into Interlaken for dinner. And by “we,” I mean my lovely bride and her parents. This is an in-laws trip, which I don’t think I’ve mentioned. Here they all are after dinner.

A few years back, 2019 in fact, we decided we should take a trip, and this year we were able to do it. And now here we are, in beautiful Switzerland.

Tomorrow, we go up a mountain.