Sturgeon’s Law

Ninety per­cent of every­thing is crap.


Derived from a quote by sci­ence fic­tion author Theodore Stur­geon, who once said, “Sure, 90% of sci­ence fic­tion is crud. That’s because 90% of every­thing is crud.” Oddly, when Sturgeon’s Law is cited, the final word is almost invari­ably changed to ‘crap’.

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New Header Image

Changed the header image to one of the pho­tos taken last week­end at the J Strom Thur­mond Dam. I have a some­what sim­i­lar shot of the Emperor, but not sim­i­lar enough to do a rotat­ing banner.

I guess if we drove both cars up there, put the cam­era on a tri­pod, marked the spot and sys­tem­at­i­cally took two pho­tos, drove both cars home, edited the pho­tos — nah, not worth it. I guess I will have to put a Miata photo up here some­time again though, what with the domain name I have.

Wait a minute, maybe mr-sonata.net is available…

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Miata Top Tran­si­tions since 10/24/08: 1079

10 Commandments, 3 Laws or a Golden Rule

From Exo­dus 20:1–17 in the New King James Ver­sion of the Chris­t­ian bible.

  1. You shall have no other gods before me.
  2. You shall not make for your­self any carved image, or any like­ness of any­thing that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth; you shall not bow down to them nor serve them. For I, the Lord your God, am a jeal­ous God, vis­it­ing the iniq­uity of the fathers on the chil­dren to the third and fourth gen­er­a­tions of those who hate me, but show­ing mercy to thou­sands, to those who love Me and keep My commandments.
  3. You shall not take the name of the Lord your God in vain, for the Lord will not hold him guilt­less who takes His name in vain.
  4. Remem­ber the Sab­bath day, to keep it holy. Six days you shall labor and do all your work, but the sev­enth day is the Sab­bath of the Lord your God. In it you shall do no work: you, nor your son, nor your daugh­ter, nor your manser­vant, nor your maid­ser­vant, nor your cat­tle, nor your stranger who is within your gates. For in six days the Lord made the heav­ens and the earth, the sea, and all that is in them, and rested the sev­enth day. There­fore the Lord blessed the Sab­bath day and hal­lowed it.
  5. Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long upon the land which the Lord your God is giv­ing you.
  6. You shall not murder.
  7. You shall not com­mit adultery.
  8. You shall not steal.
  9. You shall not bear false wit­ness against your neighbor.
  10. You shall not covet your neighbor’s house; you shall not covet your neighbor’s wife, nor his manser­vant, nor his maid­ser­vant, nor his ox, nor his don­key, nor any­thing that is your neighbor’s.”

Penn Jillette’s 10 Com­mand­ments for atheists:

  1. The high­est ideals are human intel­li­gence, cre­ativ­ity and love. Respect these above all.
  2. Do not put things or even ideas above other human beings.
  3. Say what you mean, even when talk­ing to yourself.
  4. Put aside some time to rest and think.
  5. Be there for your fam­ily. Love your par­ents, your part­ner, and your children.
  6. Respect and pro­tect all human life.
  7. Keep your promises.
  8. Don’t steal.
  9. Don’t lie.
  10. Don’t waste too much time wish­ing, hop­ing, and being envi­ous; it’ll make you bugnutty.

Issac Asmimov’s Three Laws of Robot­ics, humanized:

  1. A human may not injure a human being or, through inac­tion, allow a human being to come to harm.
  2. A human must obey the laws given to it by human beings, except where such orders would con­flict with the First Law.
  3. A human must pro­tect its own exis­tence as long as such pro­tec­tion does not con­flict with the First or Sec­ond Laws.

The Golden Rule:

  1. One should treat oth­ers as one would like oth­ers to treat oneself.
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Miata Top Tran­si­tions since 10/24/08: 1080

Pickles

The MMC met for our monthly din­ner, with a shouted over the din meet­ing, at Pick­les Grill & Cafe in Mar­tinez, GA. We had like 20 peo­ple there (18 more than showed up for the last event) and they put us at one long table (which is a strange predilec­tion for this group), so con­ver­sa­tion was pos­si­ble with only the near­est 5 peo­ple. The oth­ers got noth­ing more than a wave.

With a name like Pick­les you knew they had fried pick­les as an appe­tizer, so I tried some.

My first expe­ri­ence with fried pick­les occurred at Razzoo’s and it went a lit­tle like this: pickle chip num­ber one made me won­der who thought up this vile food item, num­ber two didn’t taste half bad and num­bers 3 through 30 were great. Those guys were crin­kle cut dill chips not much big­ger around than a nickle and were a per­fect one bite sized, eas­ily popped into your mouth.

The offer­ings from Pick­les were large dill pick­les french cut style so that they came out about the size of a flat­tened Pringle. When you bit into it there was no way for your bite to cut and sep­a­rate the pickle so you ended up with half the coat­ing and the whole pickle slice in your mouth and half the coat­ing still in your hand. Cut­ting them into smaller pieces fared only mar­gin­ally bet­ter because the coat­ing would fall off in the dip­ping sauce…

The haz­ards of eat­ing with a group of 20 are many and we caught nearly every­one. If they were try­ing to serve all of us at one time, it failed. We got about 3 or 4 dishes served and then it would take about five more min­utes for the next wave. Diner #1 was about done eat­ing when diner #20 got their meal. If they were just try­ing to get the orders out as they were ready, that failed as well, as our pork chops were luke cold and the cou­ple across from us got a rare steak in place of the medium well they requested. Those that requested loaded baked pota­toes (small­est baked spuds I’ve seen served at a restau­rant) only got them semi-loaded. We got the cheese, bacon bits and scal­lions, but no but­ter and sour cream while some­one else got just the opposite.

They at least split the checks for us with­out adding an auto­matic 18% tip, but at least three cou­ples bills were off in one way or another. The menu was var­ied and inter­est­ing and the food did taste good, so I’m bet­ting that if you went as a cou­ple or maybe two cou­ples the din­ing expe­ri­ence would have been a whole lot bet­ter. I know this, if we were to ever go back to Pick­les I won’t be order­ing the fried pickles.

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Miata Top Tran­si­tions since 10/24/08: 1082

Bumper Bear

It is about 12 miles from the town of Rob­binsville on US129 to where Deals Gap and its 318 turns begin. Up until then it is mostly smooth, mostly flat and mostly straight (well, straight enough that a Miata can run the dis­tance at 55 MPH easy, but in other vehi­cles your speed may vary.) About 3 miles from the start of the curvy stuff we were bar­rel­ing along, me & Donna in front and Kurt and Karen not far behind when out pops a small bear cub from the left side of the road.

I take my foot off the gas and tap the brake to slow down. He is prob­a­bly just going to cross over, but he hears us com­ing and starts run­ning, not con­tin­u­ing across mind you, but in the same direc­tion of travel as us. I’ve slowed down now to around 30 and both Donna and my head are swivel­ing look­ing for the momma bear, because this guy looks hug­gable sized, maybe 30 — 40 pounds and might not be alone. We don’t see any­thing but the cub run­ning in the left lane. Just about the time I think he is headed back to the left, he takes a hard right and dis­ap­pears in front of the car.

I’m going about 20 miles an hour at this point and I’m wait­ing to feel us run over it, but all we hear is a bump sound and the next thing we see is the small bear slid­ing down the pave­ment in the left lane. He skids about 10 feet down the road to a stop in the mid­dle of the left lane. I come to a stop about 10 yards ahead of him. I check my mir­ror, it looks like Kurt and Karen have stopped pretty much right beside him, and the bear shakes his head a cou­ple times and walks off back to the side of the road from which he came.

Kurt tells us later that as he got to the guardrail and went to duck under, the poor thing bumped his head. He was prob­a­bly still a lit­tle stunned. As were the four of us.

We then drove down the road about a mile and pulled over to look at the nose of the Emperor. Amaz­ingly enough the only sign any­thing had hap­pened was that that side of the bumper was wet from where I prob­a­bly knocked the water out of his fur (it had been lightly rain­ing in the area today.)

Coin­ci­den­tally, about maybe five or ten min­utes before this hap­pened, Donna had remarked to me that she was going to be keep­ing an eye out for bears and deer and such because we are pretty much in the mid­dle of the Joyce Kilmer Memo­r­ial For­est no where near any civilization…

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Miata Top Tran­si­tions since 10/24/08: 1085

Gorging on a Buffet of Twisty Roads & Seafood

I had picked out a neat look­ing drive for us to do today called the Chero­hala Sky­way — Joe Brown Loop, from a page off of the Tail Of the Dragon web­site. But it was so foggy this morn­ing that we opted to do the loop back­wards, hop­ing the fog would clear up later because the first sec­tion was straighter, flat­ter and views less scenic, the mid­dle sec­tion wound through rural woods and the final sec­tion was the Sky­way with lots of scenic pullouts.

The plan worked nearly flaw­lessly, except for the con­fu­sion caused by try­ing to read the descrip­tions in reverse order. First, we had a touch of trou­ble find­ing our rural road out of Mur­phy, NC, but that worked out well for a needed potty break. And then we couldn’t find the din­ing place in his­toric down­town Telico Plains, TN, but that worked out fine because we stum­bled on a BBQ place that every­one thor­oughly enjoyed. But the sun did come out after lunch, allow­ing top down motor­ing for two thirds of the group as we drove the Cherohala.

After we com­pleted our 166 mile loop, Kurt and I topped up our tanks at the Shell sta­tion in Rob­binsville and there was talk of head­ing back to our hotel, but John and Jackie still hadn’t tran­sited the famous “Deals Gap,” so we headed north on US129 to make the trip. On the way west we made it about 8 of the 11 miles at speed until we caught up to some traf­fic and had to creep to the dam over­look. The trip back wasn’t half as nice as it seemed like only a cou­ple min­utes along we ran into a pair of cruiser bikes who refused to exceed the ridicu­lous posted 30 MPH speed limit and wouldn’t pull over to let us break the law. It got so slow that I actu­ally had to get into 1st gear going around some of the switch­backs. The plate on the bike was from Ontario, thereby shoot­ing major holes in the whole Cana­di­ans Are So Polite theorem.

After our Gap Run we all headed over to Fontana Vil­lage for din­ner as tonight they were hav­ing a sea food buf­fet that included crab legs. I have to say we were all impressed with the food and atmos­phere of the Vil­lage. Our some­what neg­a­tive mem­o­ries and atti­tudes towards this place came from per­haps a decade or so in the past, but some­one has been invest­ing some money here and from what we could see, spent it well. Donna and I are even think­ing that when we come up this way next time we’ll try rent­ing one of their cabins.

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Miata Top Tran­si­tions since 10/24/08: 1087

Keeping The Sibling Peace

This morn­ing the three cars of the MMC went their sep­a­rate ways and prob­a­bly at sep­a­rate times. Kurt & Karen were headed back via Helen, GA, John & Jackie were plan­ning on lunch in Spar­tan­burg and we were just headed home. We arrived there 6 hours later after a gas stop, 4 dri­ver changes and lunch. Total mileage for the trip, eight hun­dred fifty four and seven tenths. Took three tank­fuls of gas for around $90 total and aver­aged a touch over 33 MPG, which is pretty darn good for the kind of dri­ving the moun­tain roads bring out in a sports car.

Ever since the Pur­ple Whale got a dragon sticker after his trip through Deals Gap, the Emperor has been whin­ing about get­ting his own. He already has a dia­mond shaped one on the inside of the trunk lid and he has been dri­ven through the gap about 2 dozen times to the Whale’s once, but his jeal­ous carp­ing was just too much. So to keep the snip­ing between the two cars at a min­i­mum, one gold dragon sticker now resides on the Emperor’s butt trunk lid where the lit­tle geo­caching one once did. Of course I had to wash off all the road crud (and bear fur) before apply­ing said sticker.

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Miata Top Tran­si­tions since 10/24/08: 1089

Serious Business

Like we did a cou­ple months ago when we drove the Sonata through the Dragon we opted to buy a cou­ple pho­to­graphic sou­venirs. High res­o­lu­tion pho­tos are great, but like local news anchors opin­ion of HDTV, they can be a lit­tle too great. In the lit­tle thumb­nail to the left, the looks on Donna’s and my face make it seem like we are not hav­ing a good time, our expres­sions make it appear like dri­ving the Gap is seri­ous busi­ness*, like we aren’t hav­ing fun. Well, we were, and if you click on the thumb­nail to look at the full image, reduced to 640 x 360, the frowns are not so noticeable.

*Which I guess in cer­tain ways it actu­ally is.

In the sec­ond photo we bought, at least Donna was smil­ing (my expres­sion is pretty much sim­i­lar in both) as it was taken on the return trip and know­ing where the pho­tog­ra­pher was allowed her to get her smile ready and even sneak in a parade wave. Once again the high res­o­lu­tion was a slight deter­ment, because when you view the photo at 100% it allows you to notice that the vam­pire teeth are dirty and count how many leaves are stuck in the grill…

God’s Promise To Man

While cre­at­ing wives, God promised man that good and obe­di­ent wives would be found in all cor­ners of the world.

And then He made the earth round…

Parade Wave And Expensive Crab Legs

Here is the 640 x 360 size of the dirty mouth’d Emperor and Donna doing her parade wave.

Last Saturday’s din­ner was a seafood buf­fet at the Moun­tain­view Bistro in Fontana Vil­lage. The cost was $21.95 per per­son, but some­how when they rang up our ticket they entered an extra 21, mak­ing the cost of our meal $2121.95 each. With tax and a 20% tip the total bill for Donna and I would have been $5436.44! For­tu­nately this was before they got a hold of my charge card, so all this amounted to noth­ing more than an inter­est­ing story for this blog.

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Miata Top Tran­si­tions since 10/24/08: 1090

Clean Bill and A Big Bill

We took the Sonata into the Whale Doc­tor for its 7500 mile check up and came away with a clean bill of health. It actu­ally had a lit­tle over 8,142 miles, but we didn’t get scolded for it. Along with the oil change, flu­ids top off, tire rota­tion and wash and vac­uum, they did a cou­ple of ser­vice bul­letins. The first one, left pulling (if you let go of the wheel the car would drift to the left), I told them I didn’t have the issue, but they insisted on fol­low­ing the pro­ce­dure any­way. Num­ber two was an ECU flash to adjust the trans­mis­sion shift points, which I had wanted as I felt the car was shift­ing a lit­tle rough in cer­tain gears and sit­u­a­tions. It does seem to shift a lit­tle bit smoother now. I don’t know whether the ECU flash had any­thing to do with it, I’d swear the car feels pep­pier off the line…

By way of apol­o­giz­ing for hav­ing to endure the trou­ble of bring my car in to have these issues taken care of, Hyundai gave us a $25 Visa Gift Card. Sweet. The dealer even threw in a $5 Wal­mart card…

Tonight when I checked our Visa card card bal­ance online I noticed that there were two charges on there for Delta Air­lines. One for a $1500 charge and a sec­ond one for $25. The first thing I did was to ask Donna if we were fly­ing any­where. Then I called the Credit Card Com­pany. They were polite and effi­cient about the whole thing and we will be get­ting some new cards in the mail within 48 hours. But they were too effi­cient in that I was left to try and remem­ber who I had used that card with for reoc­cur­ring pay­ments, because after I hung up the phone, I went back online to find out, the account was already gone.

124,000 Footsteps

I know it was nowhere near that many, but some­times it feels like that when you are walk­ing in cir­cles, kick­ing over leaves, look­ing for and not find­ing a cache.

We set out this morn­ing with a list of the 13 geo­caches left in the 47 cache Risk Series. Those were all that were loaded in the GPSr so we couldn’t get dis­tracted by other near by hides. We were out for 9 hours, walked almost 4 miles, drove almost 150 miles and found 8. There were 3 DNFs and 2 we couldn’t even attempt. One, the final cache, World Dom­i­na­tion, we were lack­ing 3 num­bers in the coor­di­nates. Those 3 num­bers would be found inside the other cache titled, Cap­ture The Flag. We couldn’t find that one because its coor­di­nates were wholly located inside a ran­dom cache in the series and it must be one of the three we couldn’t find today. Maybe next weekend…

Yes­ter­day was a car-less day as we rode the tan­dem to work and when we got home we just stayed inside for the rest of the evening. The tem­per­a­ture Fri­day morn­ing was any­where between 35 and 38 depend­ing on which weather source you believed. Whichever one it was we know it was down right cold bike rid­ing in. The only thing that got really cold were our hands, which prompted a stop at a bike store in Augusta to buy some win­ter cycling gloves.

The Emperor passed through the 124,000 mile mark not long after leav­ing the garage for our trip this morning.

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Miata Top Tran­si­tions since 10/24/08: 1092

Colorful Walk

We went for a 4–1/2 mile walk in Hitch­cock Woods this morn­ing. And like last week­end at the Gap, the trees are past peak color, but there are plenty of spots that still look pretty darn good.

We drove the Sonata to DD for break­fast, the Miata to Fire­house Subs for lunch and if we had thought about before now, we could have rid­den the tan­dem some­where for din­ner, instead we will dine at home.

The Pur­ple Whales started the day pre­dicted to get 125 points and were a 35 point favorite. Dur­ing the first 3–1/2 hours of NFL foot­ball this after­noon the 125 fell 45 points to just 80. For­tu­nately for me, my opponent’s 90 fell to his now pre­dicted 60.

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Miata Top Tran­si­tions since 10/24/08: 1092

One Headlight

When we left the Kroger store park­ing lot to go buy some gas for the still fanged Emperor, Donna asked, “Are the lights on?” I said, “Yes. It just looks like they aren’t on because we are in a well lit park­ing lot.” We filled up with gas and headed home. About halfway there I noticed that we seemed to be miss­ing the right head­light. That was con­firmed when we pulled into the garage.

This is the first time I have ever had a burnt out head­light in a Miata. Not just this one, but in the first two either. Twenty two years with­out a head­light going bad. Watch, one of the new ones will burn out in a week and I’ll never go another year with­out one or the other head­lights going bad.

Went back out in the Pur­ple Whale and drove to Advanced Auto to buy a new bulb. Before I went I checked the Own­ers Man­ual to see what bulb I needed, low beams on my year car are HB4. At the store there is an aisle full of bulbs and I searched and searched , but couldn’t find an HB4 bulb to save my life. I checked a cross-reference guide they had there and it said I needed a 9006 bulb for that appli­ca­tion. Those they had plenty of, just not in sin­gle packs. I ended up buy­ing a pair of Sylan­nia Sil­ver Star 9006 bulbs and left the store $38 poorer.

I sure hope I’m wrong about what I wrote in the 2nd paragraph.

Trial Separation

We have been involved with each other heav­ily since Decem­ber of 1999, with the excep­tion of that trial sep­a­ra­tion in 2005, and it has been a won­der­ful 12 years, but recently our rela­tion­ship has gone stale. It’s not you, it’s me, I just don’t feel that same excite­ment any more. Maybe we need some space from each other for awhile?

Tonight I put our Net­flix mem­ber­ship on hold until Jan­u­ary 1, 2012.

Whatever

They are now play­ing NFL games on Thurs­day night, but you can’t watch it unless you have the NFL Net­work. It wasn’t a big deal last week, but tonight I have a player going, Plaxico Bur­ress, a wide receiver for the NY Jets. How the heck am I going, be able to root for ol’ num­ber, er, hold on, let me look up his num­ber, 17, that’s it. Go seventeen!

Terry Fran­cona, the ex-Red Sox man­ager, announced today that he was not going to try to man­age in 2012. Cool, maybe FOX will hire him to replace Tim McCarver.

Hollywood’s next “new” idea, remake the Mun­sters. It will pos­si­bly be a sum­mer series on NBC and won’t be a tra­di­tional sit-com, but a visu­ally spec­tac­u­lar hour-long pro­gram. I’m guess­ing Brad Gar­rett as Herman…

I’m think­ing on open­ing a Face­book account so I get get some free porn because I can’t find any­thing like that any­where on the internet.

Swing Bridge

Started the morn­ing with a trip to Wrens, GA with the MMC for break­fast at Peggy’s. We had two dif­fer­ent women help serve us our food, I don’t know if either was the restaurant’s name­sake, but nei­ther looked any­thing like Cap­i­tal One’s cus­tomer ser­vice rep. After eats every­one went home.

We just took the loooooong way, 286 miles. First, we con­tin­ued south on US 1 all the way to Santa Claus, GA to check on our cache (it was fine.) Then we worked our way back north­east on rural back roads care­fully avoid­ing States­boro (Alabama was play­ing Geor­gia South­ern.) We crossed back into SC on US 301 and stopped at a new green way trail that was cre­ated out of old 301. There were six caches along the one mile “road” (we could only find 4 of them.) The trail ends part­way across the Savan­nah River where the retired swing bridge used to meet the road.

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Miata Top Tran­si­tions since 10/24/08: 1094

Risk

We set out this morn­ing to com­plete the last five of that pesky Risk series of geo­caches. We found 2 of the three that we DNF’d last week­end and for­tu­nately the infor­ma­tion we needed to find the two final caches was not in the one we couldn’t find. To find these four caches we were gone from 8 AM until 3 PM and trav­eled 190 miles by car and 3–1/2 by foot. I’d really like to find that last one to say we got all 47, but I’m not so sure that it both­ers me enough to go back and try again.

One of the ones we did find was near the August Canal head gates and that is where the photo above was taken.

I Should Be Blogging Here

Santa Claus

But instead I’m avoid­ing it. I also should be fill­ing in the sur­vey from Hyundai about our recent Pur­ple Whale ser­vice, but I’m avoid­ing that too. Instead I’m procrastinating.

Oh, and, happy birth­day Jen­nifer Mor­ri­son. No, not the one that is on the show Once Upon A Time, but the daugh­ter of Donna’s older brother. Coin­ci­den­tally, she is an actress too, she just isn’t star­ring in her own TV show. Yet.

Danger Overhead

The weather has been warmer than aver­age around here this week, so much so that we drove the Miata to work and had the top down both to and from. Today was on the windy side and this morn­ing as we were dri­ving down our street we got dripped on from the trees a cou­ple of times with left over rain drops from last night. As we approached the first stop sign an acorn hit the road in front of us and promptly bounced off the wind­shield with a pop.

As we left ASCO’s park­ing lot to come home tonight a piece of pine straw zipped by Donna’s head before bounc­ing off the con­sole. The rest of the way home we put the win­dows up to keep the blow­ing dead leaves from smack­ing us from the sides. And the Coup de Grâce was on our street again, where another acorn barely missed our heads and landed some­where in the cock­pit between us.

This prompted Donna to say, “We should have rid­den our bicy­cles (we had con­tem­plated this see­ing as it is sort of Fri­day), we’d have been safer because we would have been wear­ing helmets.”

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Miata Top Tran­si­tions since 10/24/08: 1094

Big Black Worm

N 35° 14.246 W 082° 23.678

An excerpt from the page of one of the caches we hunted for:

All five of the caches are placed on two Duke Power ser­vice roads. Pri­vate vehi­cles other than employ­ees and com­pany sup­pli­ers are not allowed behind the yel­low gate even though it will be open on week days. Do NOT climb on top of Carl’s Worm (large black water flume). At no time do you have to leave the ser­vice roads more than eight to ten feet to locate the caches.

Carl has been the keeper of the worm for the last 30 years. We met Carl on the road and he was gra­cious enough to answer many ques­tions that we had about the big black water flume. Carl has main­tained the new worm since it went in ser­vice in 1990 and pre­vi­ously main­tained the old worm start­ing in 1974.

Water flume his­tory as we remem­ber it: The orig­i­nal water flume went in oper­a­tion car­ry­ing water from Lake Sum­mit to the Pot Shoals power plant in 1919 the same year that High Bridge was started. The orig­i­nal flume was made with Cyprus and the inside diam­e­ter is 7 feet and varies with expan­sion and con­trac­tion. The flume starts at the Lake Sum­mit Dam in Tuxedo and is one mile long end­ing in a large water tank. The flume itself is always full of water.

The new Flume which went in oper­a­tion in 1990 is made from Cana­dian Hem­lock and has an expectancy of ten more years of ser­vice. The rea­son for the change from Cyprus to hem­lock was cost. The Cana­dian Hem­lock costs about 1/3 as much as the Cyprus.

The water in the tank is con­trolled by the hydro plant oper­a­tors and is cut off when Lake Sum­mit reaches a cer­tain level. When the water leaves the tank it splits into two 5 inch lines and drops ver­ti­cally for .25 miles to the Pot Shoals Elec­tri­cal Plant. Each of the 5 inch flumes turn a tur­bine and can be shut off inde­pen­dently rel­a­tive to the need for power or the level of lake Summit.

Pearson Falls

N 35° 13.149, W 082° 19.929

From the Pear­son Falls His­tory page:

A mil­i­tary man, farmer, and an engi­neer, Cap­tain Pear­son bought the Glen as part of a large tract of land that he wanted for his fam­ily. For years he and his heirs allowed gen­er­a­tions of young peo­ple to pic­nic on the great stone table-rock that you will see at the foot of the Falls. Botanists and bird-fanciers from all over the coun­try have come to dis­cover and cat­a­logue the won­ders of this Glen area.

In 1931, the Tryon Gar­den Club bought the prop­erty in order to pre­serve this unique moun­tain Glen. Through the gen­eros­ity of an hon­orary mem­ber and care­ful plan­ning, the club mem­bers pur­chased the sev­eral hun­dred acres of this wildlife pre­serve. Although open to the pub­lic, the prop­erty remains under the own­er­ship and pro­tec­tion of the Tryon Gar­den Club.

Over 17,000 peo­ple visit Pearson’s Falls each year. It is also a wildlife pre­serve, and out­door lab­o­ra­tory for the botany depart­ments of the sur­round­ing col­leges and uni­ver­si­ties, and the site of fre­quent field trips for local sci­ence classes. Pearson’s Falls is des­ig­nated as a North Car­olina National Her­itage Site of the Blue Ridge National Her­itage Area, a North Car­olina Bird­ing Trail Site, and is placed in the Smith­son­ian Insti­tu­tion Archives of Amer­i­can Gardens.

Hendersonville Christmas Trees

N 35° 18.877, W 082° 27.602

Long Shoals Roadside Park

N 34° 56.950 W 082° 51.065

A very cool lit­tle road­side park along the Chero­kee Foothills National Scenic High­way in upstate South Car­olina that we stopped at on Sat­ur­day. It is where we found one of the 15 geo­caches we found dur­ing our three day trip to the SMH for Turkey Day.

Tricky Fuel Point Math

We shop at Krogers where each dol­lar you spend gets turned into “Fuel Points.” Every buck equals 1 point and each 100 points equals 10¢ off a gal­lon of gas. Sim­ple, Right? Not so much. Each pre­scrip­tion, whether a $4 generic or a $50 non-preferred, gets you 50 points. Buy a gift card and you get dou­ble points, but right now for the hol­i­days we are in the mid­dle of a two week period where you get 4x the points.

Points not used dur­ing the month are not lost, but car­ried over for one month in their own bucket. When you redeem your points for money off a gal­lon a gas it will take from last months points first if it is greater than the cur­rent month’s total. This is handy, in case you for­get to fill up before the last day of the month, you can use them up in the first week or two of the next month.

At first we didn’t really pay atten­tion to all this and just let the fuel points fall where they may, but when we noticed that some­times a sub­stan­tial amount of points were wasted at the end of the month, we changed our atti­tude. Now, we have gone so far the other way, that it bor­ders on a game.

Tonight we needed a few things at the store, we needed to pick up 4 pre­scrip­tions and we needed some gas. When we left the house we had 176 points, add the 200 points for pre­scrip­tions, we are now up to 376. Our few items didn’t look like the $24 we needed to bump us up to the 40¢ off level, so we added a $25 Pan­era Bread gift card. Our total came to thirty five bucks and change.

Now our total points no stood at 486!?! Oh yeah, 4 times the points for the gift card. So now we need to spend $15 to put us over the next level. Donna says buy a $15 DD gift card. “Bril­liant,” I say, “We can always use one of those.”

So I go back through the self check out line that I just came from and buy the $15 gift card. When I’m done I look at my new point total, 546. How the heck…? Then we both come to the same con­clu­sion simul­ta­ne­ously, idiots, you don’t get the 15 points for the $15 and the 4x points, you just get the 4x points.

Donna says, “Well, go back and buy another $15 DD gift card and that 60 points will put us just over 600 level.” At first I refuse, but finally relent, under one con­di­tion, I get to go through a dif­fer­ent check out line.

The Pur­ples Whale’s low fuel light was on, so the 17 gal­lons of gas we got for $40, would have cost us $50 with­out that 60¢ discount.

My head hurt from all that cipherin’.