Leaving Ontario, the chief delight for scenery on the road was the windmill farms. They stood on the ridges, sometimes in sentinel solitude, sometimes in rows, sometimes in various sizes, tall medium and small, like those sticker families you see pasted on the rear windows of minivans, depicting the families inside. Wind power is the most pragmatically practical you could ask for; the winged machines that gather it are elegantly beautiful, and yet it amazes me that many people protest that wind farms are a blight on the land and sea-scape. People ought to realize how many smokestacks and gutted coal mountains those whirly-gigs replace.
We did take a sidetrip to North Bend to see the falls, and take snapshots of ourselves outside the “Twin Peaks” diner. Alas, the place was mobbed, and seemed to be functioning with a single waitress and no busboys. It seemed unfair to burden the poor woman with yet two more plates of cherry pie to fetch, so we skipped the pie, and drove on.
Seattle’s traffic rivals D.C. Now, about Kendra:
Kendra is our friend in Seattle. She’s been a teacher and a librarian all her life, until retiring just this past summer. She was the first friend I made in Houston, Texas, when I arrived there fresh from my air force stint. She was an important part of the story of Ann and I becoming Us. And we hadn’t seen her for something like twenty years. Long story short, friendships like that rekindle instantly. Your kindred spirits will fall in with you, “get you” and “be gotten by you” in the blink of an eye, even after all those years. It was wonderful seeing her.
She has a friend, Dale, who was cleaning up after a yard sale that day, and invited us to pick anything that was left over to furnish our camper. We found towels, sheets, a pillow case and pillows, and even a spare blanket to feather our yet “unseen” nest for the Orcas stay. Dale was moving away from a home she’d lived in for more than twenty years, and clearly loved. She gave us a tour, talking about the place; the fireplace insert, and garden plants. She had herself dug out a huge pond, almost four feet deep, lined it and fashioned a water course with a circulating pump to aerate the water, and all for the purpose of helping to reestablish frog populations.She had grown up in the same neighborhood, and noted how the frogs she’d remembered were vanishing. The frogs had been dying off from pesticide use and other pollutants. They are an indicator species, canaries in the coal mine of our environment, which provide an early warning when the toxicity is rising. With its lily pads, ferns, flowering water plants, and wriggling tadpoles, it was the most beautiful pond you could ask for.
Dale is hoping the new owners will take care of her pond. Me, too…
Elliott has always loved hiking in the desert, so I was looking forward to seeing its appeal through his eyes when we finally got to the West Texas/New Mexico area. Mother Nature, however, had other ideas. Still, the green desert–unusually verdant for the season–had a stark beauty to it that made me think, “I could live here.” I loved the traditional architecture and the way New Mexico has adapted Mexican and Indian heritages, especially with regard to food (always a happy trigger for me). I could definitely see the attraction.
Then we found our way to a small community just west of Pagosa Springs, Colorado, overlooking the Rocky Mountains. Deer bedded down a few hundred feet away, horses and wild turkeys roamed the area, and I once again thought, “Maybe I could live here.” (Note: I have no intention of moving, but this is a game I play with myself wherever I go. I have no idea why. The grass is always greener syndrome, maybe.) The peace and quiet was soothing after four days on the move. It had a different beauty from the desert, more in keeping with my Midwest and East Coast sense of wilderness. I kept my eyes open for elk, but apparently they’ve moved further upland during the summer.
Driving through the canyon country (which I hadn’t seen since I was maybe twelve years old, competing four? five? probably not six? younger siblings for a view), with nary a homesite in view, I could imagine how the pioneers felt as they crossed the country. I wondered what it would be like to live that far from civilization. I could do it, I figured, though it might be difficult living that far from neighbors, so I added “for a while,” and then, “but maybe not in winter.” Windmill farms occasionally dotted the landscape, and I found myself mesmerized by their gracefulness and purpose. There should be more windmills in the world. “Blowin’ in the Wind” kept tumbling through my brain. We made a brief stop at the waterfalls in North Bend, then headed into the city.
Seattle was amazing, even though we were there for less than a day. Definitely on my come-back-to list. The overpass parks were such a good use of space, I wish we’d had more time to explore them. More greenspace, fewer cars–thought admittedly it’s ironic that such a thought occurred to me from a car, traversing 3000 miles to volunteer for two months in a different greenspace. Seattle gets far less snow than I had thought, but the traffic jams? I could live without them. Still, I could–yes–live there. I find myself torn between the energy and life of a city, and the relaxing pace and peace of the country. After a hike around the city down to Lake Washington, Kendra and Rod took us to an old Hudson factory for dinner. We hadn’t seen Kendra for about 20 years, but felt like it hadn’t been nearly that long (and of course we hadn’t aged a bit!) and catching up was fun. I held my tongue and never mentioned leather coats and flashing (Ooops!).*
We took the ferry from Anacortes, Washington, to Orcas Island, after a stop at a Fred Meyer store north of Seattle to stock up on unperishables and supplies. We weren’t sure if the refrigerator would work (and it doesn’t appear to–a problem to solve another day), so we held off on fresh vegetables and anything that required refrigeration.
Orcas Island is full of tiny touristy villages surrounded by state parks, and we’ll probably head to a staging campground in the park tonight. We hadn’t been here more than a couple hours before Michel, one of our park coordinators, came over to greet us and make sure we had everything we needed. Julia, our other coordinator, called this morning to verify we had everything too–we feel very welcomed, indeed.
We’re off in a bit to find a part for the water system so that we can have actual connected water (it will make life much easier) as opposed to hose water, and get that system working before rainfall.
We’re settling into the RV–right off the departure end of the local airport–and I can easily see us here for the next couple of months. I could live here, yes indeedy.
After the Mesa Verde hike, and the sumptuous drive north into Utah, we arrived on the evening of Ann’s birthday in Moab, almost too tired to move, or even feel hungry. The innkeeper at the Apache Motel, a lovely Mormon mom, was summoned to assist me by one of her three cherubic daughters. She arrived with an infant son in one arm. She checked us in, and suggested a vegetarian resturant a few blocks away, called The Peace Tree. Downtown Moab is quite a scene, with bikers, hikers, and other sundry transients, so we felt at home as passers-by among them. The Peace Tree proved excellent for the Walnut Apple and Quinoa salads, respectively.
We returned to the motel, donned earplugs against the noisy window air conditioner, and slept well enough.
Mindful that we were on a schedule to reach Orcas Isle, the following morning was a push-hard driving day. We arose at 6:30, partook of the motel coffee and buns, and set off. I regretted not having the time to linger at Arches National Park, but promised myself to return some day. We sped north and west, and blew past Boise, Idaho, to arrive in Ontario, Oregon at 6:30pm. A Chinese resturant earned our custom for dinner.
We’ve found on this trip that small town Chinese buffets have been a good choice for evening meals; certainly better than fast food drive thru meals, which neither of us care for. If you take small servings and aim for veggies, they are satisfying and reasonably healthy overall, with a few bites of guilty-pleasure foods mixed in, too. We dined at such a buffet back in Plainview, Texas.
Leaving Ontario, our next stop was to be Seattle, and our final preparations for Orcas Island and Mount Constitution…
When this project got started, this uprooting ourselves from the daily routine of our jobs and careers to volunteer at Moran State Park, my first notion was that we should fly all the way there in our single engine airplane. Although I’ve been a pilot since the 70s, and logged almost 2000 hours of private flight, this journey would have been the longest trip I’d ever have made on my own wings. I was also thinking it would be handy to have the use of the plane to explore the region during the weeks we were there.
So when it happened that the plan shifted to “fly-and-drive”, I was wondering how I would feel about it. The reasons were practical: our housing at Moran will be an antique Class C motor home we found through Craig’s List on Orcas Island. It’s waiting there for us now, but it wasn’t going to serve as a “get-around” vehicle. The park is on top of Mount Constitution, with a narrow track of switch-backs and some 2200 feet to climb up or down. My friend, Bill Hawk suggested we borrow his older Audi station wagon, and use it for the time up there. Wheels, and damn nice ones, too! Thanks, Bill!!!
And here I am, blogging my way across Oregon and Washington this morning, as Ann manages the tiller. So, how do I feel about it? Pretty wonderful, actually. The road has been beautiful, stimulating and thought-provoking in ways flying cannot be for me. It’s restful compared to flying, which is intense and demanding of attention, even in preparation for departure, and after landing too, when getting the plane properly settled and attended to kicks in.
Driving, we’ve been able to savor our passage across this beautiful countryside. I do look forward to getting back to our bird next October, but I’m not disappointed at all with the journey as it’s shaped up. Today we will take the advice of our friend, John Strickler, and try the coffee at Twede’s Cafe, North Bend, Oregon, where David Lynch filmed Kyle MacLachlan waxing lyrical over the cherry pie in the tv series, ‘Twin Peaks’.
“Damn, good food, Diane. That cherry pie is worth a stop.” – Special Agent Dale Cooper, ‘Twin Peaks’
While it’s helpful to know that the journey began by air, the more interesting travels have waited for us to drive. I’m writing with Ann next to me at the wheel of a borrowed Audi station wagon, and we are rolling north of Moab, Utah. Today’s plan is to get somewhere north of Boise before we run out of steam.
The car belongs to our good friends Bill and Sharon who live in Placitas, New Mexico. They put us up as we arrived in Albuquerque. Our Piper airplane is now tied down at Double Eagle, where it will spend the rest of the summer. We dined at El Pinto, where the red and green chile pepper dishes are sublimely transcendent. This was New Mexican haute cuisine, not to be confused with paltry Tex-Mex hasheries. El Pinto has dozens of tables, many on open verandas adjoining the native gardens. The surrounding mountains were draped in rumbling storms, with a hint of distant rain scent mixing it up with our spicy dishes.
Bill and Sharon have a mountain retreat some 4 hours north and west of Placitas, in Pagosa Springs, Colorado, and they treated us to a night’s stay there after our day in Placitas. This cabin home is sited atop a wooded ridge facing the western slope of the Rocky Mountains. We saw a flock of wild turkeys, herds of deer and horses, rabbits, a humming bird, and a lizard. Sharon boiled up a spicy spaghetti and salad dinner. I think pasta is just about the best food to bond friendships. The next morning, we awoke to colorful hot air balloons soaring over the valley between us and the distant mountains.
We departed Pagosa Springs and made our way to Mesa Verda National Park. At the park we concentrated on seeing the Spruce Tree House archaeological ruins, and also hiking the Petroglyph loop trail. Mesa Verde is a much larger park than we had imagined, requiring a 20+ mile drive simply to get from the gate to our chosen destination within the park. And I re-discovered what a mile can be while hiking, compared to a flat mile jogged back home in Georgia. It took something close to three hours to hike along the canyon walls above Spruce Tree house, where smaller dwellings could be found high above the trail, and a wall of rock carvings some 700-800 years old can be studied.
From Mesa Verde we made our way to Moab, Utah, but those notes will wait until next time…
So, it came to pass last April that Ann heard through the grapevine that a state park on Orcas Island, in the San Juan Islands of the Pacific northwest was in need of resident volunteers in August and September. To her utter astonishment, when she asked me if I thought this would be a good idea, I said yes.
We are now enroute to our job, having flown from Georgia to Albuquerque, and on to Colorado by car. Tomorrow morning we will see Mesa Verde, and hope to sleep near Provo, Utah by nightfall.
Most of my friends know that as a side-line I narrate books for Audible.Com, and they might also know that I’m a Linux nerd, too. Where those interests intersect, there is a wonderful open-source program called Audacity, which is a Digital Audio Workshop, that is, a program in which you can record, edit and master digital audio. Musicians, narrators and voice-over professionals use such programs every day. Audacity, in addition to being jammed with features and options, is free. It’s the very tool to reach for if you are a dabbler, or on a constrained budget, but serious about doing good work.
Unfortunately, Audacity lacks one capability which narration and voice-over, in particular, makes heavy use of, and that is a tool called “punch and roll”. “Punch and Roll” allows an audio book narrator to edit mistakes “on the fly” while reading. It works like this: the reader hears himself flub a line or a pronunciation, stops recording, places the start-point line just upstream from the mistake, and hits “punch and roll”. Then these things happen automatically: the start-point jumps upstream an additional pre-set number of seconds (2-3 seconds are typical), the system starts playing the audio for the narrator to hear. As the time-line reaches the marked “flub-point”, the system stops playing, and begins to record. The narrator picks up reading, correcting the error, and the recording proceeds, as before, with the edited audio right where it belongs.
Ideally, the program should preserve both the original audio (the one containing the error), as well as the corrected stream. That may sound odd, I know, but is no less true. It doesn’t happen often, but it can be very important at times to have the original stream of audio, to fix subtle issues found much later on. Being able to revert to the original version with the tool is called “non-destructive punch and roll”.
So, how can we do all this in Audacity? First know this: the Audacity DAW has versions that run in Windows and Mac, as well as Linux, and there have been a few clever people who have solved this problem for those systems already. My “punch and roll” solution for Audacity in Linux has been adapted from a solution posted by Steven Jay Cohen which works in Mac OSX. Cohen’s written a short piece of code that runs in AppleScript, to execute the correct keystrokes to allow non-destructive punch & roll in Audacity on a Mac. A bit of googling will also locate scripts that will achieve similar results using “AutoHotKey” on Windows computers. My solution for linux makes use of a powerful macro utility called “autokey”, which runs scripts in the python programming language.
Here’s how to obtain punch and roll in Audacity on an Ubuntu/Debian linux computer:
1. Install autokey. On a gnome-ubuntu machine, from the command line run:
sudo apt-get install autokey-gtk
2. From the desktop, launch the program menu, then Accessories, AutoKey. This should open the Main Window of autokey, and also place the autokey icon, a capital “A”, in your program tray.
The main window looks like this:
AutoKey Main Window
Now you are going to add a new script to the existing library you see on the left side of the main window. Do these:
1. Click where you see “+New”, choose Script from the menu, then give your script an appropriate name in the dialogue box. I called mine Punch&Roll.
2. Notice on the right side the box where you will input and edit your script. It’s marked # Enter script code:
#Enter Script Code
blogYou will be pasting the code right below where you see:
# Enter script code
For those of you unused to working with programs, understand that where you see a hashtag (#) at the beginning of a line, the computer ignores that line when running the program. If you are modifying this script to troubleshoot it, you could insert a hashtag at the start of a line to remove it temporarilly from the program, or to create a note for yourself about what the next line is supposed to do.
Here’s the script that works for me. It sets 3 seconds of pre-roll:
## Autokey script to enable Non-Destructive Punch&Roll
##in Audacity using AutoKey.
# BEGIN SCRIPT
keyboard.send_keys(“<shift>+k”)
keyboard.send_keys(“z”)
keyboard.send_keys(“<ctrl>+x”)
keyboard.send_keys(“<enter>”)
keyboard.send_keys(“<ctrl>+b”)
keyboard.send_keys(“?”)
keyboard.send_keys(“<enter>”)
keyboard.send_keys(“<enter>”)
keyboard.send_keys(“<up>”)
keyboard.send_keys(“<enter>”)
keyboard.send_keys(“<ctrl>+v”)
keyboard.send_keys(“<enter>”)
keyboard.send_keys(“<up>”)
keyboard.send_keys(“<enter>”)
#The number of “,” below sets 3 seconds of pre-roll.
keyboard.send_keys(“,”)
keyboard.send_keys(“,”)
keyboard.send_keys(“,”)
#Below, (” “) encloses one press of the space-bar.
keyboard.send_keys(” “)
#Number for time.sleep below should equal number of (“,”).
time.sleep(3)
keyboard.send_keys(“<shift>+a”)
#Delay for sleep below makes resume-record work.
time.sleep(1)
keyboard.send_keys(“<shift>+r”)
#END OF SCRIPT
After copying this into the script editing box in autokey, do three more steps:
1. Set a hot key for the script, by clicking on the button below the script marked HotKey….Set. Then in the dialogue box that opens, click on “Press to Set”. Choose a hot-key combination that doesn’t conflict with any other program or function: I recommend a combination of the <super> key (also called the <windows> key) and the “z” key. So press and hold <super> and then press “z”. Then press Ok. You should see <super>+z has been set as your hot key.
2. It’s wise to set a Window Filter, so that your hot key will only be activated within Audacity. Where it says Window Filter, press Set. In the dialogue box where it says “Regular expression to match”, type in Audacity.Audacity , just like that.
3. Lastly, save your work: Click up above where it says Save, or simply press Ctrl-s.
Now, to use “punch and roll”, you need to set up Audacity very specifically for the script. It expects you will have two mono tracks above a label (bookmark) track. Audacity will launch a new track as soon as you begin recording, so I do these steps to get started:
1. Make sure AutoKey is running in the background (the “A” shows in the tray below on the right side). Now launch Audacity, and make a short recording of 5-8 seconds.
2. Press “Ctrl-Shift-n” to make a second mono track below the first.
3. Press “Ctrl-b” to make the label track.
The top-most track is your production track. The next one down is your Edits track and will accumulate your saved mistakes as you stop, set, and then punch/roll to fix “flubs” on the fly. It should look something like this:
Set up these tracks: Production, Edits, Bookmarks
To try it, you need to start with the time-marker set within the short piece of audio you recorded to launch the production track.
1. Put it near the end, but not all the way at the end.
2. Press <super>+z, and you will see the time marker jump back 3 seconds, play those three seconds, and then append a new recording to the production track as it reaches where you started.
You will also notice that all audio AFTER your start point will have been moved to the second audio track, where it will be saved, in case it’s needed to fix something. Here’s what it should resemble:
After one “punch and roll”. Notice that my Edits track is muted, so it doesn’t distract me as I re-record.
So there you have it! Non-destructive punch and roll for Audacity in Linux. My deep appreciation to Steven Jay Cohen for his excellent post explaining this process for Macs, without which this technique would still be a mystery to me.
Hot on the heels of ‘Resister’, my second non-fiction audiobook has been released: ‘Dr. Sam Sheppard on Trial: The Prosecutors and the Marilyn Sheppard Murder’.
Marilyn Sheppard, four months pregnant and mother of a toddler son, was bludgeoned to death in her Bay Village, Ohio, home in the early morning of July fourth, 1954. The cause of death was 27 blows to the head with a heavy instrument. Who took her life so brutally has been the subject of much controversy and debate for over half a century. Was it her husband, Dr. Sam Sheppard, who was convicted in what was then called “the Trial of the Century”, in the case that helped inspire the TV series and the movie The Fugitive?
Or was the killer, as Dr. Sam claimed, a “bushy-haired intruder”? Or could it have been Richard Eberling, the window washer who worked for the family, as the Sheppard’s son, Sam Reese Sheppard, believes? Dr. Sam spent 10 years in prison before the US Supreme Court overturned the initial verdict in an important legal decision, determining that the doctor did not receive a fair trial due to excessive press coverage.
Defended by F. Lee Bailey in his second trial in Cleveland, Sheppard was found not guilty of his wife’s murder. And then in 2000, in what has been referred to as “the Retrial of the Century”, Sam Reese Sheppard attempted to prove in a civil trial, while suing the State of Ohio for millions of dollars, that his father had been wrongly incarcerated.
This volume presents a comprehensive and final analysis of this controversial case from the perspective of the prosecutors. Jack DeSario, together with co-author William D. Mason, the chief attorney for Cuyahoga County, Ohio, provides all the facts, evidence, expert testimony, both old and new statements of the principals in this case, which concluded in April 2000.
Please note this: If you become a new member at Audible, and make ‘Sam Sheppard’ your first paid purchase, it earns me a BONUS royalty that pastes a big smile on my face. (Let me know, and I’ll buy you a beer!)
You can hear samples from my other narrations at my professional site, Spoken-Arts.Swiftpassage .
This makes my third narration in release, and I’m well-pleased with it. It’s a story filled with a history I lived through, and close to home geographically, as well, set between metropolitan New York City, and Cornell University in Ithaca, NY.
The author, Bruce Dancis, tells of the commitment he and other student radicals of the ’60’s shared in their effort to stop the Vietnam war. The act of resisting conscription was deeply radical, a felony punishable by a crushing fine and hard time. Dancis and his fellows in the Students for a Democratic Society did their best to inspire thousands to follow their example of destroying their draft cards, and flooding the legal system with “resisters”; young men refusing to support the pointless and illegal war in Asia.
If you grew up in the 60s, and even if you didn’t, you’ll find this story engaging. The times it describes are relevant to today. The turmoil of an unjust and unjustifiable war then can be related to the shocks and stresses of today. The political and racial divisions of that time continue even now. I recommend Dancis’ book as a powerful and personal testiment.
Hear a sample from the audiobook at Audible.com , and please know this: if you are a new customer at Audible, and make ‘Resister’ your first paid purchase, it garners a BONUS royalty for the narrator. Thanks!
You can hear samples of my other audiobooks at SpokenArts, my production web site, as well. The are ‘The Calamari Kleptocracy‘ by Nicholas Sansone, and ‘Headwind’ by Christopher Hudson.
We did take a sidetrip to North Bend to see the falls, and take snapshots of ourselves outside the “Twin Peaks” diner. Alas, the place was mobbed, and seemed to be functioning with a single waitress and no busboys. It seemed unfair to burden the poor woman with yet two more plates of cherry pie to fetch, so we skipped the pie, and drove on.
