Moving to Typepad

Heh all,

I can't update this blog easily. I've started another one at:

http://www.jayfrentress.typepad.com

Similar style, more power and flashiness with typepad 'cause you have to pay for it ;)

The Middle Kingdom

I have to update the blog via a different email address, my gmail
seems to get blocked more by the powers that be than this account. I
can't visit the blog directly, it's blocked as well. I'll play with
this and see if I can keep it. It may be easiest to use a different
blog page altogether.

I should be able to upload pics. Unfortunately I forgot to bring my
adapter to the internet cafe so a kayaking pose will have to do as
guinea pig:

Updating by proxy

Another test to see if I can update my blog via email. In the place
where I am living, some websites can be difficult to load.

Water Resources Science ~ Botany and Plant Pathology
Oregon State University
Corvallis, OR 97330
http://www.oregonstate.edu/~frentrej

Packing, Cleaning & Moving

I'm leaving for China in a week and I've spent the last few weeks slowly preparing lists of things to and not to take, both for myself as well as for the intended research I'll be doing while in China. Until now though, I'd done very little actual packing and cleaning; cleaning because I'll be moving out of my apartment and storing my precious free furniture and 'stuff' for my return in September. 

The packing has finally begun and this time I've managed to actually throw out the stuff I don't use - it's easiest to just store it all and plan to sort it later but I know I won't get around to doing it later either. So, piles and boxes are cluttering my apartment, I find I've already packed stuff I need now, let alone while I'm in China, and I haven't labelled any of the boxes (so much for good organization skills). 

No pics of the chaos, you can all imagine it.

Three Days on the North Umpqua River

With the extra day off over Memorial Day weekend, we decided to head down to the North Umpqua River for paddling and hot springs. It was a fantastic time, the water levels were high for this time of year and we pushed our skills to the limit. The runs we did were mostly class III with a few class II thrown in to keep you sharp. I rolled, I swam, and I got beaten down by big boulders. 

Coming over a 4' ledge that dropped into some hard foamy water.

Slipping sideways through some waves.

This hole tried to eat my boat. It's directly upstream from an even larger hole but I wanted to see how the boat feels in a hole this size.

Maneuvering around a boulder. You have to lean into them, especially when they're large, to avoid the upstream current swamping your boat. My only, and most dangerous, swim came from poor technique getting around these rocks. I failed to lean, was swamped by the upstream current and couldn't hit a roll in the downstream hole so I got pushed downstream into another boulder that caused  a nasty bruise on the shoulder and made me happy I wear a helmet. It also scared me enough to bail out of my boat pronto. It's eerie to lean into one of these boulders because there's usually a big hole on the downstream side. This one is safe and small though, perfect to practice on.

A not uncommon sight in some of these big rapids. That's Kim in the foreground, she's underneath her boat, hoping to roll up before her boat collides with something harder than water.

We retired each night to our campsite at Tokatee Falls where my favorite Oregon hot springs are. I didn't think once about my thesis or mental to-do list the entire weekend :)

Cannonball into Spencer's Hole, North Santiam

As promised the vid of a certain cannonball. Try not to get sick when you watch it here on YouTube.

The ol' Stink Eye

For some reason, after practicing rolling in a friend's pond, my eyeball burst a blood vessel, or something like that. I've been telling everyone I got hit in the face with a paddle.

Gruesome, huh? My students pay more attention to what I say now.

Back on the yak, Packsaddle to Spencer's Hole on the North Santiam

We headed out on a favorite section of the North Santiam this past Sunday. It'd been a full month since I'd been in the kayak and I definitely felt the novelty of it when we first set out. The rusted reflexes quickly became intuitive though and I was fully relaxed and enjoying myself after a few rapids downstream of our put-in. By the end of the run I had another 4 combat rolls and one self-inflicted swim (vid coming soon).

Spencer's Hole, a class III rapid at the end of this run, afforded us the opportunity to take some great pictures while we ran the rapid. The rapid is formed by a narrowing of the channel to a 20' gap bordered by large sedimentary escarpments on each side. The camera man can set up on top of the rocks on river right while another person sets up safety downstream (though it's largely unnecessary because the rapid finishes with a large pool area with little current and an easy swim to shore). Lennie has taken most of our river pictures thus far, because he's a far more skilled kayaker than the rest of us, so I made a point to get this sequence of him going through Spencer's Hole.

Lennie, coming in to the top of the hole (all that really foamy whitewater below him is the front of the hole - it blocks the back of the hole from the camera):

Lennie, in Spencer's Hole

The best part about this run is that we can take out below Spencer's, drag our yaks up the rocks, and launch again from above the hole to run the rapids all over again! We each ran it a couple of times. 

A pic of me and a rapid somewhere upstream of Spencer's. 

Me, at the top of Spencer's.

We also had some time to practice rolling and T-rescues. Here's Kim (underwater) practicing a T-rescue. She slaps the side of her boat and other boaters will push the bow of their yak against her hands so she can push off their boat and right herself.

Kim, practicing her roll (she's flipping up from being underwater).

Me, practicing eddy-outs. Three of my combat rolls were forced from poor technique on the eddy-out. While I rolled up it's still far better to be able to eddy-out correctly. It's a little unnerving to put the boat on such a lean but that actually keeps you from getting swamped by the forceful water from upstream (to the left in the pic above).

Ear Wax Candles? Mythbuster's Special Edition

During my latest Kalamazoo visit we happened to talk about ear wax candles, those long wax tubes you stick in your ear that magically 'suck' out excess ear wax while they burn. I've heard multiple people swear that they work and that using the candles helps to prevent ear wax buildup. A few quick searches on the world-wide interweb brings up tons of sites challenging the idea that ear wax candles do much of anything. 

We decided to test the idea that the candles remove wax and used ourselves as subjects.

Bec, subject #1

Brian, subject #2, who giggled through all of it. That's Aiden in the background (Bec and Brian's daughter)

Subject #3, in a lonely glass jar

After we burned each candle to the sticker (according to the instructions this is the proper amount of time), we cut each candle apart. They're just hollow tubes made of a gauze material that's impregnated with flammable waxes.

Aiden, amateur photographer, and subject #3. The smoke from the candle completely filled the little jar and it trickled up and out like a smoke-machine at a Poison concert.

And the results? How about I show you and you can guess which one is from the jar? 

A.

B.

C.

D.

Key:

A is Bec's left ear

B is the control, only half opened

C is Brian's right ear

D is the control, fully opened

Summary. The candles don't remove any earwax. All of the wax you see in the candle after you burn it is from the candle itself and there is a lot of variability between candles. Bec's candles looked squeaky clean while the control was one of the dirtiest. 

While it seems the ear wax candle is a myth, some of our other results made us think they might be bad for your ears. In the control jar that filled with smoke while we burned it, ostensibly this is also what would happen in your ear canal, we noticed a lot of white wax soot that built up on the bottom of the jar. Now if that stuff accumulates in your ear, it can't be good.

Subject #3 in the jar. You can see the white buildup at the base.

Post burn, lots of stuff down there.

Annapolis! The Whirlwind Finds its Mark

Sails, boats, marinas, and taverns - all of it spread throughout Annapolis' multiple peninsulas which jut out into the Chesapeake. These are the things that draw me to Annapolis and while I can't explain why I like them so much, I know I do. 

The Winona, all 25' of her sleekness.

I'd hoped for some time out on the Winona, a 25' Tanzer of my friend Chris Charbonneau (Charby to those who trust him enough to be dragged out onto the ocean with him). Winds at 25 knots with gusts to 30 are a good deal too much to be enjoyable on the craft and we spent the time instead drinking beer below decks and telling lies. The space below is actually enough to sleep 2 and there is at least one person who's spent a winter sleeping on her to save on rent. - My own plan...

Charby, Yuengling in hand, after I asked him to let me take her for a spin. He apparently remembers my amazing sailing skills.

A really nice 5o', do I look like I own it?

The brief couple of days I spent in Annapolis were filled with lots of looking at boats, Yuengling, and Dark & Stormy. While I didn't get to put time in out on the water, I really enjoyed myself. 

The Whirlwind Continues

Arrived in DC on Sunday evening for quick orientation as part of the NSF fellowship. One of the most painless orientations I've attended; we covered a full suite of logistical pains, program requirements, legal constrictions, and medical considerations in record time. I even got to hit the town and see some sights.

Yours truly, Washington Monument in the background.

The Washington Monument, viewed from the new (ish) WWII memorial.

The Lincoln Memorial, viewed from the WWII memorial.

I also went to see my buddy Travis and his girlfriend Bonnie, who are now living in DC. Trav and I lived together in Annapolis before I moved to Oregon.

Here he is with Lucia, a super-awesome and very chill aussie border mix. She loved me right away.

A Whirlwind Tour

Arrived in Chicago this past Tuesday to meet up with Kelly Gates-Derousseau, a great friend from my undergrad at WMU. We'd arranged to drive up to Kalamazoo to surprise Bec and Chad, with lots of extra help from their respective spouses. Kelly hasn't been back to the states in more than a year (she's off in the south pacific, drinking kava and playing expatriate games) and I'm always keen for travel. My suggestion to show up with JFK and Nixon masks was vetoed though, we brought beer instead.

The shock on Bec and Chad's faces was worth the secrecy. They were truly surprised and just sat there, jaws-dropping, with an obvious uncomprehending look. I think it probably took some time before they really accepted that we were actually there in the living room. 

While in Michigan I also took time to visit the fam. Lucas posed for a special shot:

(No worries, it's innocent. He's teething and the cold can feels good on his gums)

While Sage and Lane conspired (these two will be hooligans together, give them time):

And Willow, another poor victim of the vicious beef stroganoff (I hated the stuff when I was little, it always made me gag):

China bound!

Great news! 

I've recently received official final acceptance for a fellowship in China. The East Asia Pacific Science Institute sponsors American scientists to work in multiple east Asian countries over the summer. I will be leaving to go to China in mid-June and plan to stay for a few months to do my proposed research - and to travel as much as possible in China of course!

I still have much left to do before I leave: visas, logistic arrangements, lodging and scientific equipment etc. I'm super-excited for this trip and can't wait to finish my thesis work here so I can finally push on to the next step. 

It's quite possible that my work in China this summer will contribute to my PhD work but for now, I'm thankful for the opportunity and plan to be as adventurous, as opposed to studious, as possible while in China.

Some images courtesy of google maps. It's hard to look places up and I don't think you can read the names very well but - I'll be staying in Chuzhou, which is an hour from Nanjing and a few hours from Shanghai. China is huge, while my arrival is in Beijing I am pretty sure I'll have to fly to Nanjing or Shanghai to take a train to my final workplace, Chuzhou.

The two little green dots are where I'll be living for the majority of the time.

A little closer. Shanghai is the big city on the far right, the peninsula. "A" is Nanjing and "B" is Chuzhou.

A close-up of Chuzhou (left, "B") and Nanjing (right, "A"). 

In addition to prepping the trip logistics I also purchased some language software, The Rosetta Stone - for those of you interested, and can now say "that man eats a sandwhich" and "that horse is running". I'm sure it will come in very handy when I'm there ;)

I plan to keep updating this blog while I'm there but who knows how much unfettered internet access I will have.

 

North Santiam, Mills City to Mehama and Packsaddle to Fisherman's Bend

Had the chance to run overlapping sections on the North Santiam River last week. The Mills City to Mehama run is a fun and splashy class II while the Packsaddle Park to Fisherman's Bend run is a class II/III. The Packsaddle run includes one class III rapid, "Spencer's Hole". It was pretty easy at the level we ran it (~1000 cfs).

As much as I'd like to have every pic in this blog revolve around me I know Kim loves to have her image broadcast across the web (Kim's Tribute Link).

My captain america boat plows through the waves.

Bogging down in some wave train.

Calapooia River, 4 miles above Holley to McKercher Park

Wow. This run wiped us out. Stormy weather raised the water levels everywhere and we hoped for a light run on the Calapooia, which is normally a class II. While there isn't a gauge on the Calapooia River I estimated it at just under 2000 cubic feet per second (I am a hydrologist and am allowed to make big estimates like this). Our trusty guidebook, Soggy Sneakers, told us after we made the run that it's only runnable up to 1200 cfs. Yes, indeed. 

It had rained solidly for more than 24 hours and rained the entire time we were on the river. As we floated downstream, you could see a change in the river as the water continued to rise and finally turned brown, a good indication of lots of runoff water. We pulled out early after multiple swims (out of kayak experiences), some slight injuries, and lots of frozen bodies. I did manage another combat roll and avoided any swimming.

We scouted these rapids before our run. When we first saw them, you could see every rock and actually pick a line to run along. This pic was taken right after we got off the river. The class IV rapids are completely washed out and all you see are walls of white-water.  

The same rapid, just a little further downstream. We didn't run this rapid it and pulled out a few miles upstream.

Lea ran the inflatable kayak through it all, the bomb-proof individual rafts are awesome if you can tolerate getting pretty wet.

The downfall of the IK is its inability to maneuver quickly; Lea had to swim like a champion through a strainer (tree in the river).

A waterfall at river right. That's Kim in the foreground (red helmet) and me in the background (yellow paddles).

Do I really need a caption?

Drysuits are awesome but when you have to pee, you have to take it all the way off...

Our fearless photographer, Lennie. Self-portrait.