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Tuesday 16 February 2016
Wintry Blast in East Sparks More Than 2,000 Accidents, Killing 4
A wintry mix of snow, ice and heavy rain battering the East Coast has proven to be not just messy but downright dangerous and even deadly.
There were 17 states under winter weather alerts today as the 1,200-mile-long winter stormstretched from Georgia to Maine. For many locations, the snow was expected to turn to ice and then rain as temperatures continued to rise.
Police in Virginia, Maryland and the District of Columbia asked drivers to stay off the slick roads.
Across North Carolina, snow and ice were to blame for more than 1,500 car accidents in less than 24 hours. In Virginia, there were 500 vehicle accidents reported and one weather-related crash that killed a 63-year-old man when his sport utility vehicle collided with a snowplow, Virginia State Police said.
Cars were photographed sliding off the roads in Peoria, Illinois, and a semi truck jack-knifed outside Chapel Hill, North Carolina.
Today's storm moved in after 24 hours of bone-chilling cold this weekend that broke records and led to massive pileups.
In Boston, Massachusetts, cold temperatures shattered train tracks this weekend, disrupting train service. Boston recorded temperatures of minus 9 degrees Sunday with the wind chill making it feel like minus 36. The temperature broke a nearly 60-year record. New York City also experienced low temperatures, hitting minus 1 Sunday with wind chill making it feel like minus 19.
Three were killed in a crash in Pennsylvania Saturday on Interstate 78 that involved 64 vehicles. Dozens were sent to the hospital. In Indiana, nearly 50 vehicles were involved in a crash on Interstate 65.
Farther south, there were six reports of tornadoes touching down across the Gulf. In Mississippi, trees crashed onto houses and debris littered one high school campus. In Louisiana, winds ripped apart a car wash and pizza restaurant.
More damage at schoolpic.twitter.com/EN85q0D0Sm— The Daily Leader (@dailyleader) February 15, 2016
"I [saw] it like coming at me," Miranda Supple told ABC affiliate WAOW. "Woo, it’s scary!"
"Still Loving You"
Time, it needs time
To win back your love again
I will be there, I will be there
Love, only love
Can bring back your love someday
I will be there, I will be there
I'll fight, babe, I'll fight
To win back your love again
I will be there, I will be there
Love, only love
Can break down the wall someday
I will be there, I will be there
If we'd go again
All the way from the start
I would try to change
The things that killed our love
Your pride has built a wall, so strong
That I can't get through
Is there really no chance
To start once again
I'm loving you
Try, baby try
To trust in my love again
I will be there, I will be there
Love, our love
Just shouldn't be thrown away
I will be there, I will be there
If we'd go again
All the way from the start
I would try to change
The things that killed our love
Your pride has built a wall, so strong
That I can't get through
Is there really no chance
To start once again
If we'd go again
All the way from the start
I would try to change
The things that killed our love
Yes, I've hurt your pride, and I know
What you've been through
You should give me a chance
This can't be the end
I'm still loving you
I'm still loving you, I need your love
I'm still loving you
To win back your love again
I will be there, I will be there
Love, only love
Can bring back your love someday
I will be there, I will be there
I'll fight, babe, I'll fight
To win back your love again
I will be there, I will be there
Love, only love
Can break down the wall someday
I will be there, I will be there
If we'd go again
All the way from the start
I would try to change
The things that killed our love
Your pride has built a wall, so strong
That I can't get through
Is there really no chance
To start once again
I'm loving you
Try, baby try
To trust in my love again
I will be there, I will be there
Love, our love
Just shouldn't be thrown away
I will be there, I will be there
If we'd go again
All the way from the start
I would try to change
The things that killed our love
Your pride has built a wall, so strong
That I can't get through
Is there really no chance
To start once again
If we'd go again
All the way from the start
I would try to change
The things that killed our love
Yes, I've hurt your pride, and I know
What you've been through
You should give me a chance
This can't be the end
I'm still loving you
I'm still loving you, I need your love
I'm still loving you
Sunday 14 February 2016
THIS IS A SHAREWARE TRIAL PROJECT
IT IS NOT "FREEWARE" WE NEED YOUR SUPPORT TO CONTINUE
100 WEST BY 53 NORTH
by
Jim Prentice
Copyright 1990, Jim Prentice, Brandon, Manitoba, CANADA
North of 53. A magic phrase. Spoken, mumbled or thought
inwardly by thousands of souls venturing northward. An
imaginary line, shown only on maps and labelled 53 degrees.
It's presence indicated to highway travellers by road side
signs.
A division of territory as distinct in the mind as any
international border.
If you have not been "North of 53", you have not been
north!
Travellers and writers, poets and pilots, have
contributed to the lore of the north. The rigors of life in
the bush are told in tales of man eating mosquitoes, of
murderous hordes of black flies, of the lumps of flesh
carried away by the giant bull dog flies.
The stories of record breaking trout, walleye, and pike
are legion. There are tales of sights and sounds heard deep
in the spruce forests:
The crashing of moose, tearing through brush and
breaking down trees. The drumming of grouse. The incessant
hum of insects. The cackling quackery of ducks feeding on
quiet ponds and placid bays.
Once heard, the intermittent song of the loon is never
forgotten. It's voice the signature of authenticity of a
northern scene.
If the wildlife in the northern bush land seems
different than found elsewhere, so is the life of man. It
takes a special breed of person to live in the north. The
farther one travels, the more this becomes apparent. The
Southerner, whether on his first or fiftieth trip north of
53, never really becomes aware of the implications of
northern living.
Generally, the owners of "cottages" on southern lakes
have more amenities at hand for a weekend of "roughing it"
than most northern dwellers have on a year round basis.
The modern cabin on a lake shore near a large
metropolitan center is equipped with electric service, a
telephone, paved roads, natural gas pipelines, and cable
television.
Nearby are services that provide food, fuel, repairs,
and entertainment. Drivein theaters and fast food chains
abound. Waterfront businesses have docks built for those
arriving by boat to do their shopping, laundry, or to
transfer suitcases from the family car. The local merchants
deliver goods to the cabin by road or by water.
Entrepreneurs make a businesss of servicing and maintaining
cabins during the owners absence in the off seasons.
Most of these "cottages", whether on the lake shore, or
located five well paved streets from the water, rival the
homes of many city dwellers. These lake side communities,
although seasonal, differ little from the urban living from
which they offer escape.
Look at an average northern community. Study and
compare the standards with those of urban areas and their
nearby lake side retreats.
There are no local bus services. If the car doesn't
start you either walk, or call a taxi. Yes, most areas do
have a taxi service of one kind or another. Even if it's a
ride in the back of some one's pick up truck.
Mail delivery is unknown. A pleasant stroll in
midsummer is contrasted by an ordeal in life threatening
conditions during winter.
House to house delivery of milk and bread is
nonexistent. Perhaps newspapers are delivered, but it
requires a family effort, especially in winter.
Bus, rail and scheduled air services to nearby
settlements is severely restricted, if available at all.
Many small taxi companies exist because of the large fares
collected in the transport of natives to and from the
reserves.
Although diminishing in recent years, the bushpilot and
charter aircraft still play a large role in northern
transportation.
The pilots of these small aircraft learn to live with
conditions that would keep their southern colleagues on the
ground.
In summer they fly float equipped aircraft. They are
busy hauling trappers, fishermen, freight, fish, furs, and
supplies to and from the reserves, fish camps, traplines,
logging areas, and small settlements.
In the fall, when the ice is too thin for skis, yet too
thick for floats, they change the aircraft to wheel
equipment. Changing to skis when ice conditions permit.
Winter flying presents problems that most pilots never
hear of. Temperatures exceeding 40 below zero, blowing snow,
ice crystals, and whiteouts. All these challenge the pilot
in their daily work. The preheating of engines to coax them
to life. The problem of congealed oil in propeller pitch
mechanisms, and fueling with super cooled gasoline are
regular chores.
The ski-equipped aircraft must be tied down with ropes
that are frozen into holes in the four foot ice. The skis
must be lifted or run onto boards or poles to prevent them
freezing into the ice.
Pilots and passengers must wear heavy arctic clothing
as few aircraft have cabin heat systems capable of coping
with the cold. Aircraft batteries are removed at the end of
each day of flying to ensure maximum efficiency the next
day. Wings and engines are covered to stop the ingress of
snow and the build up of frost on the flight surfaces.
Gasoline fueled blow-pots are often carried to provide
engine preheat to ensure starting. The oil in these engines
gets so thick at minus 40 to 50 degrees that the engine
cannot be turned. This writer has done chin-ups on the
propeller of a coldsoaked Cessna which flew the next day
after preheating.
The northern airports lack any degree of services in
comparison to those farther south. Fuel is usually available
if you can locate the operator. Some of the larger
communities may have a pay telephone at the airstrip, but
the normal procedure is to buzz the town on arrival. This
lets the people know you are landing and usually someone
will head out to the strip to meet you.
Unless you are a regular customer, all transactions for
fuel and oil are on a cash basis. Cheques are nearly useless
in a village without a bank. Credit to a stranger is
foolhardy.
During the grip of winter, the snowmobile is the major
mode of transport in all but the largest of settlements. In
many places that do have roads in winter, vehicles are left
running 24 hours a day. If allowed to get cold, it may take
many hours of effort to restart balky engines.
Most northern residents enjoy the winter months. The
change in seasons brings on a change in activities. The
boats and motors are stored away with the lawnmowers and
garden chairs. The snowmobiles are tuned up, ice-fishing
shacks are towed onto lakes and rivers. The blades of gas-
powered ice augers are sharpened. The fishermen flock to
their favorite spots and drill holes through ice up to four
feet thick.
Whether in the comfort of a shack with a woodburning
stove glowing in the center, or huddled on the ice in the
lee of a snowmobile, they normally take a good catch.
Walleye, trout, pike, tullibee and whitefish as well as
perch, burbot, catfish and bass are plentiful. The most
popular bait is minnows, some use sucker-belly, or net bags
of trout eggs. Others use metal spoons or large bucktail
flies, lead-headed jigging lures, or just snelled hooks. As
in summer, the best bait is whatever the fish are taking at
the time.
Moose hunting is another favorite sport, especially in
the colder weather when the moose are on the move for food
and warmth. The hunter faces problems similar to the pilot
with his equipment. The extreme temperatures require that
his snowmachine be kept in top condition if it is to start
after a day of hunting. Once started it must be dependable.
A life and death situation could develop if the machine
breaks down while 40 or 50 miles from home.
Even his rifle requires special care. A bolt covered
with heavy grease will freeze solid in the cold. The firing
pin may not move when struck by the hammer. Many a moose and
bear lived to face another day because a hunter's weapon
failed to operate.
Other outdoor activities include cross country skiing,
snowmobiling, and racing dog teams. These sports are
included in the many winter festivals held each year.
As spring arrives, the winter equipment is stored away
and once again the boats and motors are brought out. Wagers
are made on the time and date of the break up of river ice.
The snow blowers, shovels, and skidoo suits are replaced
with lawn mowers, rakes, and bathing suits.
The pussy willows blossom. The ducks and geese return
from their winter feeding grounds in the southern U.S.A..
The frogs begin to croak and the first battalions of
mosquitoes are hatched.
From the winter lows of 40 below zero, the mercury
climbs upward. The summer highs reach the 90's, sometimes
100 degrees. A fantastic differential of 140 degrees between
seasons.
Through the seasons, day to day life continues. The
sport and commercial fishing, the trapping and hunting. The
road building, home construction, and landscaping. The
pilots fly passengers and freight. They fly patrols on
hundreds of miles of hydro-electric transmission lines and
forest fire patrols. At regular intervals they carry
conservationists doing animal census. They transport tanks
of baby fish to restock the lakes. The seriously ill or
injured are taken to medical centers by MEDEVAC flights.
Other flights carry fishermen, and tourists.
Prospectors vie with geologists, botanists, biologists,
entomologists, and surveyors. All use the aircraft to see,
touch, smell, measure and record the wonders of the north.
The opening day of each hunting or fishing season is
heralded by the arrival of recreational vehicles of all
types. Trailers and vans, motorhomes and 4X4's arrive daily.
They carry or tow boats and motors, bicycles, motorcycles,
and ATVs. The "first-timers" fill the private and provincial
government campgrounds. The more experienced and
adventuresome travel logging roads and bush trails to
favorite lakes, rivers, and streams.
In town, the streets and parking lots are crammed with
vehicles and equipment.
Gasoline, food, booze, and fishing equipment are sold
in great quantities.
The hotels are full. Reservations were made months in
advance, some were made prior to leaving the year before.
For a few short weeks, during the prime spring fishing
period, every available camping spot is occupied.
As the summer wears on, the sportsmen recede and
tourists take their place. The cycle repeats annually.
Each year a number of travellers arrive in privately
owned aircraft. Piper Cub to Beechcraft. Taildragger to
bizjet. Most have been here before, to some it is a new
experience.
To a southern pilot, a trip north can be unnerving.
Accustomed to flying over a network of roads and railroad
tracks, always in contact with an airport or navigation aid,
they are seldom prepared for the realities of northern
flight.
Airports are hundreds of miles apart. In most cases
there are no roads or railways for navigation. At lower
altitudes, voice contact with an airport is an exception
rather than the rule.
Flight plans of course are mandatory. Map reading is
difficult. There are so many lakes, many of them the same
basic shape that a sharp eye must be kept on the map.
For seaplanes, the ever present danger of logs, rocks,
and reefs is amplified by the distance from civilization.
Flights must be carefully planned around suitable refueling
facilities.
The pilot of a private seaplane is in his own element
here. The pleasure of landing on a remote lake, its quiet
green waters undisturbed by others, is indescribable.
After securing the aircraft and setting up camp, the
true beauty of the north can be enjoyed.
Waters teeming with fish, are surrounded by wildlife of
all types. The smells of wood smoke and coffee mingling with
the sound of fresh fish sizzling in the frypan.
The songs of bird life. The cry of the loon. The
evening wail of coyotes and wolves. The whistle of wings as
ducks, geese, ravens, hawks, and eagles travel down the
shoreline. On the lakes are the wakes of passing beaver and
muskrat. The occasional warning smack of a beaver's tail on
the water as he senses danger.
The varied hues of trees, evergreen and deciduous. The
colors of windflowers. The taste of fresh wild strawberries,
raspberries, and blueberries.
The excitement of an evening sky dancing with a
dazzling display as the Aurora Borealis appears. The
"Northern Lights" are surrounded by stars, incredibly
brilliant against the black, smog free heavens.
Thoughts in the night.... Lying in your tent you hear
rustling noises. A twig snaps. Mouse or rabbit? Moose or
bear? Is the food secure? You visualize the food bundle,
securely tied to a tree branch, high above the ground.
The wind is rising, you can hear small waves breaking
on the shore. Is the airplane alright? Should you go and
check it?
What will the fishing be like in the morning? Will you
get another chance to land the big Walleye that you lost to
day. Or a bigger one?
A lone mosquito buzzes your ear. Somehow he has
penetrated the netting of your tent.
The cry of a loon is the last thing you hear. You sleep
peacefully until the songs of early morning bird life
announce the start of a new day.
But for the constant buzz-sting-slap of insect warfare,
you might be in heaven.
Far to the south, your friends and neighbors are also
facing a new day.
Howling dogs. Screaming kids. Squealing tires. The wail
of police and fire sirens. The reek of diesel fumes from
passing trucks and busses. Telephones jangle and typewriters
clatter. The work piles up.
Dissatisfied customers grumble. The boss looms
threateningly.
They jostle in line for a bus, then for coffee, then
for lunch. They fight traffic to get home.
The neighbor's dog has left a deposit on the lawn. The
children's toys are cluttering the driveway.
They sit down to a TV dinner and discuss your crazy
fishing trip.
The day to day life in the north does have it's
problems; if you happen to own a car for which there is no
local dealer, you may have to order parts from hundreds of
miles away and have them shipped in by bus or plane.
Meanwhile the car sits. The same applies to appliances,
tools, and so on.
There may not be a TV repairman in town. You must send
the set out for repairs, or, buy a new one. By mail order of
course. Providing your community has a TV station to begin
with.
Most northern communities have only one radio station.
The CBC. Some are augmented by local programming.
Other services may be difficult to obtain. For example,
a veterinarian may visit weekly, or monthly, or not at all.
Medical facilities are usually present to some extent, but
any serious illness or injury may require a MEDEVAC flight
to a distant city.
Fresh meat and produce become more of a problem in the
more remote areas. If road or rail service exists the
problem is not too acute. However, in many communities, the
only access is by air. In this event the shipment of
perishable commodities is dependant on space available on
the aircraft. The subsequent prices reflect the added cost
of the product.
On the subject of costs, heating a home with propane
may be five to seven times the cost of natural gas as in
southern homes. Food, gasoline, clothing, and appliances,
are considerably more expensive in the north. Of course the
more remote the location the higher the price.
On a trip into the high arctic a few years ago the
prices ran like this:
Hotel bed $100.00 per night, per man
Breakfast (2 eggs, 2 toast,
2 bacon, and 2 coffee)
$12.00
Avgas $7.00 per gallon
But then, when you are 250 miles north of the arctic
circle, you expect to pay higher prices.
Why then, do people live in the north?
For the natives it is a matter of ancestry. For many
whites it is also ancestry. To some, they were born there.
Their parents having moved north for employment reasons.
Some are transients, following construction jobs and
other seasonal employment. Others, working for large
corporations or government, are transferred north as a job
requirement.
Life in the north is definitely different. A person
accustomed to life in a large city may not endure the
rigors involved. They give it up and move south.
Many people, such as myself, move north for an extended
period. In our case it was 10 years. We adapted to the way
of life. We enjoyed the hunting and fishing.
Owning our own aircraft, we were able to travel more
independently than our neighbors. We enjoyed all the great
outdoors had to offer. We learned to adjust to the lack of
night life, and other amenities.
When 10 years had passed, and our children were adults,
we took stock of our situation.
We were stuck in a rut. The same rut that most of the
townspeople were in. Our lives centered around hunting,
fishing, the Post Office, and the TV set.
We decided it was a case of moving now, or possibly
remaining in the north for the rest of our lives.
We left in February of 1984!
We miss the delicious fresh fish from cold clear lakes.
We miss the taste of thick moose steaks, moosemeat sausages,
fresh smoked lake trout, and pancakes with fresh, wild
blueberries. We miss the freedom afforded by a short flight
to a secluded lake shore.
The fishing and hunting within 10 miles of our northern
home was superb. The friendship and camaraderie of our
neighbors was great.
We are happy to have had the opportunity to experience
northern life. But, as we approached the midpoint of our
lives, we wanted to return to civilization. To pick up where
we had left off. To enjoy the supermarkets, and shopping
malls, the fancy restaurants, and gourmet foods. We wanted
to be closer to the center of things, a few hours drive from
a major city rather than an all day trip.
We returned to old friends, and new neighbors. New
stores, and home mail delivery. Lower prices. Broader
choices. More to do and see. More TV channels. Several radio
stations, and newspapers.
We can drive east or west besides north and south. We
can dance to live music and eat in restaurants of many
nationalities.
In short, we are back to civilization
THE END
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