• Category Archives looking back
  • As in “looking back in time,” things which have a historical connection.

  • Foiled Again!

    I have a love-hate relationship with Paul A. W. Wallace’s Indian Paths of Pennsylvania. I love reading the individual chapters on each path — their descriptions, and the accounts of them in the letters and diary entries of early Colonial explorers, but any hard look at the specifics and the trails themselves become frustratingly vague. This is all the more frustrating because the information looks specific and authoritative enough, until you take that close look…

    Some of this is because the original information is vague — nobody was tracking their steps with a GPS back then — so the actual trail location is not perfectly known, and partly it’s because the trails themselves are long gone (though some are at least partly followed by modern roads), so it’s hard to search them out without trespassing, but there also just seems to be some missing ingredient needed to define a trail network.

    A few years ago I thought that this last part could be solved with a little bit of GIS detective work, so I started a QGIS project to define the trails and see about building a network, but I sort of ran out of steam — I basically foundered on the vagueness of the trail descriptions. I did one or two in the Lehigh Valley, and realized that the sleuthing needed was a lot more laborious than simple data entry, and the project languished after those first few paths.

    I was thinking about all this again recently, and realized that there is a critical first step I ignored: the book serves primarily as an automotive guide, with detailed instructions for driving in the vicinity of each path. I also thought that if I broke the task down to a set of database tables, I could link these auto routes to their various paths and book chapters . (Some trail chapters actually describe multiple trails and subtrails, while some motorway descriptions continue across multiple chapters, so many-to-many relationships abound but that’s what databases are for. Furthermore, most of the trail chapters have a start and an endpoint, yet more data I can use to cross reference.)

    This scheme fell apart within the first few trails. The very first trail, the “Allegheny Path,” has Philadelphia as the start point and “Pittsburg and Kittanning” as the endpoint — so which is the endpoint? Apparently neither, because the trail is only described as far as Harrisburg; the “Allegheny Path” chapter ends with references to several other trails (different chapters, in other words) heading West from Harrisburg as possible continuations. So OK, I can deal with this: my endpoints are really Philadelphia and Harrisburg, and I’ll stuff the rest of the info into my “description” column. (There is a second path listed in that first chapter, but it is little more than a historical aside and a reference to another path/chapter. This is going to get tricky.)

    Luckily the motorway for the Allegheny Path is easy to follow. I used an open routing plugin to follow along a bunch of control points, and voilá I had my linestring. This ain’t so bad!

    The very next chapter, I ran into motorway difficulties: the route description made no sense. Either the routes were not prepared with adequate ground-truthing (unlikely, though I was starting to feel uncharitable), or the roads (and their designations) had changed at some point in the 55 years since the book came out. This seems the more likely explanation, since I-80 goes right through the area in question, was only finished in 1970, and probably changed a lot of things in its wake. I actually found the Wikipedia article on the Bald Eagle Creek Path more useful.

    So I’m back to deciphering and making judgement calls rather than strictly converting the information from one format to another, even for these road descriptions. I didn’t expect this project to be done in an afternoon, or even a week or so, but “going to take forever because I’m not really working on it” is now closer to my expectation.

    (Note: I found that someone already took these paths and put them into a GIS, but it’s on PA-Share and that’s proved difficult to work with — and deliberately limited, unless you pay — so far. We’ll see…)


  • Another Milestone

    I ran across this entry the other day on my old blog: it was ten years ago today that we had our first (non-test) firing of the wood-fired oven. The oven is in pretty rough shape right now, we haven’t used it more than a year — it’s something we usually do for parties (the same is true for brewing beer) and we haven’t had a party in, well…


  • This Old Video

    Here’s the video I did of our memorial ride for Brian. I made this about eleven years ago and put it on Facebook, where it sort of languished ever since — FB “memories” just brought up some of that trip’s photos, and so I went rummaging for it. I just added it to my Youtube channel, where it will have a home — maybe a more accessible/discoverable one — with my other videos, if I ever actually make any.

    So anyway, there it is. I can’t say “enjoy;” it was a pretty somber moment but I sometimes like to look back at that day. I would love to know what happened to some of Brian’s own ride and vacation videos, he was a master at that sort of thing, and his videos were almost as much fun as the trips themselves.


  • Kathryn Kerrigan Kelly (1900-1967)

    That’s my paternal grandmother, who passed away on this date, fifty four years ago. I was only four at the time, so I don’t really remember her. I have one vague memory of a visit to the nursing home, probably not long before she died: she was in a wheelchair, and I climbed up onto her lap and gave her a hug.

    There’s no point to this post. I just happened to launch GRAMPS for other reasons, and there was an “on this date in your family’s history” notification about her, and I thought I’d remember her (as best I can) for a moment.


  • Twenty Eight Years Later

    I visited my parents about three weeks ago, and before the visit I rode at Allaire State Park:

    The soil there is pebbly/sandy, and pretty smooth, and the trails are twisty but easy singletrack for the most part — though I was gratified to find a few more challenging sections. Here are a few photos from a trail near the entrance, a section I’ve ridden many times over the decades:

    A trailside selfie! The place has evolved a bit (new trails have been built, older trails have worn in), but it hasn’t changed all that much. What has changed is me.

    Allaire used to host a mountain bike race every year, an important one in the state race calendar — maybe even the NJ State Championship? — and it was an important part of my riding/racing life back in the day. My very first race was with Mike K, at the God’s Country MTB Classic (in Potter County, October of 1992), but here is a photo of me with Mike after our very second race, at Allaire that November:

    That’s me on the left, in my “lucky racing shirt.” I don’t look like that guy anymore, but sometimes I still feel like him.


  • COVID Memories II

    Posted on by Don

    Some more things:

    • It was early March, just as things were starting to look bad, and my mom needed a procedure done, so I thought I’d go down to help out for a few days. My dad and I hung out in the hospital waiting room, half-watching whatever 24-hour news station they had on, which seemed like updates from Armageddon.
    • Masking wasn’t a big thing early on, but hand sanitizing sure was. There was no longer any sanitizer to be found in the stores of course, but my mom had already scored some for all of us.
    • The Great Toilet Paper Shortage: we usually buy in bulk, and purely by coincidence we had a pretty good supply on hand when things went crazy. That was the weirdest panic…
    • For about a week or so before the lock-down, people were basically on their own in terms of guidance for business closures, going to work, etc, and there seemed to be a great deal of confusion and anxiety about it until the lock-down made the rules easy — easy to know at least.
    • In the very last days before the lock-down, we went down to Philly for a socially-distant visit with Ben and Candace. We brought bikes, and rode things like Kelly Drive and MLK Boulevard, and out through Manayunk, which was hopping. That was my first hint that not everyone was going to take the pandemic seriously.
    • When masking became a thing, there were not a lot of N95 masks to go around at first, and crafters and sewers came up with a lot of DIY mask projects to fill the gap. Anne made a ton of these for family and friends.


  • Vaccinatus

    I don’t remember the whole story — I was young, and it was a long time ago — but I remember as a kid being told that people (like me) who’d had eczema could never get the smallpox vaccine, because instead of developing an immunity they would get smallpox from it. Therefore, since proof of smallpox vaccination was needed to travel internationally, I could not leave the USA. I didn’t really have international travel on my radar as a second grader — people weren’t telling me this to keep me from trying to leave the country or anything, it was just another piece of allergy folklore, passed like “whisper down the alley” from my allergist to my parents to me, and dumbed down for childhood consumption. But here in the present, fifty or more years later, I was wondering just how much of this I understood and remembered correctly…

    According to Google, I pretty much had the story right: thanks to vaccinations, smallpox was eradicated in the USA and Europe before I was born. So even though I couldn’t get the vaccine — vaccinatus eczema was and is a real syndrome — I was pretty safe. To prevent its reintroduction and international spread generally, people crossing borders had to prove they were vaccinated against smallpox (as well as other diseases, like yellow fever). There was a huge push starting in the late 1960’s to finally wipe out smallpox, and it was declared eradicated worldwide by 1980, and as of January 1, 1982, smallpox was removed from the list of required vaccinations, which was about eight years before my first trip outside the USA.

    This whole saga is why vaccine resistance rankles sometimes: Herd immunity is what protected me back then, even though I couldn’t be immune myself, and now people people come up with bogus reasons they “can’t” (won’t) be vaccinated, for things like measles, etc, as well as COVID, compromising the general immunity and putting those people who can’t be individually protected at risk — and the truth is none of us are wholly protected even by a vaccine: herd immunity, starving the pandemic to death, is the only way to really be safe.

    All of which us to say, I got my second jab of the Phizer vaccine on Friday. I felt a bit headachey, tired and out-of-sorts Friday and Saturday, but I’m not sure if it was the vaccine or just seasonal allergies. I’m feeling pretty spry now though, and just waiting for my superpowers to kick in.


  • Milestones

    So, eight years ago yesterday I wrote this, and I said it out loud in front of a judge:

    Anne,

    You brought things into my life I didn’t know were missing, and you’ve made me happier than I realized I could be. I love you with all my heart, and I’ll love you until the day I die.

    In my memory, our love has grown through a series of moments where, with some choice or decision, we were given the chance to deepen our relationship, and with some trepidation we took the chance, and each time it was like walking through a doorway into a better place. Now we’ve come to the next door, the next decision, a commitment that I think we’re both ready to make, and I want to take this next step and continue moving forward with you for the rest of our lives.

    I could say a thousand things here: how I love talking with you, and laughing with you, and how I love just hanging out, holding you and looking in your eyes, but I can sum it up by saying “I love you Anne.”

    Now let’s do this!

    We didn’t actually do much yesterday: Anne had some bike education work at CAT, and I went for an afternoon towpath spin. In the evening we got word that our neighbor got her PhD, so we walked across the street and offered our congratulations and a toast, along with John & Donna and a few other neighbors.

    Meantime, I’ve managed to keep my focus/patience long enough to read a book: The Regional Office Is Under Attack! by Manuel Gonzales. Pretty decent, and it doesn’t hurt that it’s mostly action — so far, but I’m only about halfway through…

    Today, for the first time in months, I’ll be playing outdoor duets with Donna H. I expect we’ll be a bit rusty, but the time has definitely come.