Geologist, Blacksmith, Engineer, Rancher, & Fireman
Contact me by phone: (208)
462-4028
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ABANA has graciously consented to host
my web site. I was concerned that after now having had three flat-line heart
attacks, and three other less serious heart events, my future could end at any
time. I wanted to insure that the blacksmithing information I have in my many
web pages would be preserved into the future for the metalworking community,
and ABANA made that possible. A big thank you goes to
ABANA.
I no longer operate a decorative
metalworking business. So I do not take custom orders any longer. My web site
and Gallery page are for interest and instructional value only.
I am pleased to welcome you to my home page. If you
would like to know a little about my background please continue reading below.
I have also included some of my more interesting experiences.
I have a
background as a civil engineer, precious metals exploration geologist, and
science teacher, among others. I am now a gentleman rancher in Garden Valley,
Idaho, and work on decorative metalwork in my shop in the winter when the snow
lies deep on the land. I also drive the ambulance when needed, and am a fireman
in the Crouch Volunteer Fire Department as well as a fire commissioner. Retirement doesn't have to mean inactivity or
playing golf. :-)
I have had the benefit of traveling and living in
many different parts of the world. A large portion of my youth was spent on the
island of Okinawa, where I fell in love with the island and its people. Some of
my travel was associated with my father's career as an Air Force officer. I was later
in the Navy for six years, spending four of them in the West Indies. During
that period of my life I was heavily involved with SCUBA and free diving. I was
a diving instructor for part of this time on the island of Grand Turk. I was
also deeply involved in speleology, taking part in a joint Barbadian/Danish caving
expedition to the island of Barbados, as well as doing a lot of other cave
exploration with my buddy Jack.
While I was
living in Barbados, a beautiful hardwood yacht sailed in from England and was
put up for sale. It was the perfect boat to allow me to embark upon a dream I
had been working on for the previous four years. I bought the stout little
craft, Sea Dart, while still having two years remaining in the
Navy. When my tour of duty in the Navy came to an end I returned to Barbados,
and Sea Dart, to prepare for a world cruise. After three months of preparation
I sailed Sea Dart into the setting sun to spend an extended period of time
exploring some of the world, and learning about myself as well.
After exploring many interesting
places, and meeting lots of wonderful people, I felt it was time to move on
with my life. I sold Sea Dart to the now famous late writer, Tristan Jones and signed on as skipper and navigator to the much larger yacht, Banjo, which Tristan had sold to a couple in New York.
They wanted me to sail them to New York from Bequia, just north of South
America, a roughly 3000 mile voyage. A month later, between Culebra and Great Inagua, disaster struck
twice. When we were near the boundary between the Dominican Republic and Haiti
a long-boat approached us with six men, seated two by two in the boat. They had
an engine and could easily outrun us. I had been warned that pirates were to be
expected in these waters, so I told Jan and Jim, Banjo's new owners, to remain
below while I met the long-boat. I placed a 12 gage double-barreled shotgun, loaded
with buck-shot, on the cockpit seat ready for action. I had been warned that
pirates from Haiti had been attacking yachts, killing all on board by cutting
off their heads with cane knives, stripping the boat of everything of value, and then sinking
the boat along with the bodies, so I was prepared to kill to defend Banjo.
The
long-boat came slowly along side and a huge
black man in the front grabbed the railing on Banjo's port side while
starting
to stand up. As he did so I could see the long cane knives which he and
the
others were holding partially concealed by their left legs. As he
started to
stand I raised the shotgun, aimed right between his eyes and waited for
what would happen next. I had only two shots, and there were
six pirates, so there was no doubt that they could take Banjo if they
were
willing to pay a price.
The huge man froze in a semi bent over position,
staring into the bores of the two barrels of my shotgun, broke into a huge
smile, then nodded his head in a knowing maner. He slowly sat back down, and
during a long moment, pregnant with threat, they contemplated what to do next.
I watched them closely, never taking the gun off of the leader, while moving back to
the far side of the cockpit to give me more room to fire upon any one of the pirates
that might decide to leap over the side, and also to prevent the leader from
attempting to grab my weapon. The stand-off continued for what seemed an hour,
but was perhaps only 30 seconds or so, when the pirate leader pushed off and
nodded to me, still grinning a huge white toothed ear to ear grin. He allowed
me to live, and I granted him the same in return.
Within a matter of hours of surviving the aborted
attack by the pirates, we entered into the next cataclysmic phase of the
voyage. The weather had been very unstable for several days, and finally broke
to the full fury of hurricane Alice, the first of the season. Banjo weathered
the storm well until the third night. At 2:30 AM a huge rogue sea lifted the 36
foot Banjo and smashed her down upside down into the trough far below. The
impact ripped out our steel fresh water tanks, and caused a lot of other lesser
damage, including springing the shaft log causing an inflow that was not to be
stopped. Fortunately the mast remained intact, however the boat would have to
be periodically bailed until the end of the voyage due to the shaft log
inflow.
After
the yacht slowly righted herself we had more
than 8 feet of water on board when measured from the bottom of the
bilge! Our
engine was underwater, and the water was up to our waists in the main
cabin.
The three of us started into a marathon bailing session with anything
that came
to hand. Since the engine and batteries were underwater, the pumps were
useless. By mid-morning the boat was riding high on the waves once
again, and
it looked as though we might live to tell the tale. Four days later we
limped
into Great Inagua where I finally went to bed and slept for more than
24 hours!
I should add that even arriving at Gt. Inagua was not without its
problems. We
raised land shortly after midnight and were almost caught in the huge
suction caused by the immense hurricane swell breaking across the outer
reefs.
There is much more to the story, but I will leave it for a narrative at
some
later date.
Several weeks later we
sailed into Fort Lauderdale, Florida. The owners of the yacht had experienced
enough sailing and decided to sell her right there and not continue on to New
York. I returned home to Oregon where I entered Oregon State University's
School of Engineering. I graduated as a civil/construction engineer in
1977.
Life was not to be dull after finishing school. I
went to work for Morrison Knudsen Corporation in Boise, Idaho, where I advanced
to the position of senior engineer. My work was mainly in tunnel construction.
I spent two years as a shift engineer, building the under sea cooling water
tunnels at the Seabrook Nuclear Power plant in Seabrook, New Hampshire. The three mile long, 22'
diameter, undersea tunnels were the first of their type, going out over
three miles offshore to intersect with 11 offshore shafts in the sea floor. I
was eventually transferred back to the home office in Boise to do estimating
work while awaiting transfer to another field job.
In 1982 the construction
industry fell apart, and two weeks before Christmas
I was laid off, along with 3,500 other engineers. I
continued to work as a consulting engineer, doing various jobs along the way.
Two of my favorite construction projects in Idaho were the
Fish Trap Facility, just below Hell's Canyon Dam,
and the Sawtooth National Fish Hatchery near Stanley, Idaho. Because of
their locations I enjoyed both projects immensely. Changes in my life, a new
daughter among others, led to my return to school. I enrolled in Boise
State University to study geology, and obtain my secondary teaching
credentials.
Geology soon took me to new adventures in the
Aleutian Islands of Alaska and elsewhere, which I have included narratives
about, linked below. Also, I later connected with a full time science teaching
position. I taught science for 16 years, and geology at Boise State University
for about 10 years. I now have a 26 year old daughter, Kimberly, and an 17 year
old daughter, Natalie.
In August 2000, I guided my brother Walt, and my
daughter Kimberly, and her friend Neil, on a backpacking trip into the "Big Boulder
Lakes Basin" in Idaho's high Whitecloud Peaks, where our base camp was at an
elevation of 9,200 feet. This image of Kimberly and
me was taken on the summit of the second
highest peak, at an elevation of 11,200 feet, as are the other images. 2000 was
a horrible year for forest fires, and one of them can plainly be seen topping a
high ridge in the distance. This back pack trip was a very special one to me
for several reasons. We had superb weather, and the smoke from the many forest
fires never darkened our skies. We saw a great many mountain goats, one only 30
feet away, and on the night of August 14th we watched a spectacular meteor
shower through the ever changing colors of the aurora, in one of its
most beautiful displays in the last 50 years.
There is more to the
story however. There are two other reasons that make this trip stand out from
the rest for me. Twenty plus years ago one of Idaho's most amazing, but unknown,
epics of survival had played itself out in the valleys below the peak we are
sitting on in the above images. Because of my past experience in mountain
rescue I had knowledge of the amazing events that had taken place far below us,
and I wanted to relate the story to my daughter of the survival of the two young
children, sole survivors of a plane crash, through one of Idaho's most severe
winters. I also wanted to walk with my daughter Kimberly through one of the
most beautiful places on the face of the Earth, a high basin that has no trails
or mapped routes into it, and a place that I call "God's Cathedral." I will
not name it here in order to help to preserve it from those who do not respect
such places, and who, like dogs, leave their mark wherever they go. The entire trip was one
of the best I have ever had the good fortune to be a part of. We accomplished
far more than I could ever have hoped for.
If you have read this far you probably wonder why
I taught junior high for 16 years. Certainly the money was not one of them. I
did so for various reasons, but the enjoyment I derived from teaching and
working with kids was at the top of the list. I always said that when it was no
longer fun it woud be time to quit, and when the Federal "No Child Left Behind"
program came along, it was time. I am now involved in decorative metal work,
and with my move to the mountains of central Idaho, and setting up my
big new shop, the future looks bright. Also, I have now posted
my Golden Age Forge Gallery page where I
have a little of my metalwork on display, including commentary about how some
of the pieces were made.The
2003-2004 school year ended my teaching
career. I retired at the end of the year for a variety of reasons, but
the most
compelling by far was the terrible state of education in our country,
and in my
school district. When test score numbers became more important than the
children, it was time to leave. It was a good decision. Four days
before my retirement I
suffered a major heart attack, which would have forced my retirement
had it not
already been in progress. We purchased a heavenly
beautiful ranch on which we are raising
horses, two of which are shown here in our front pasture being ridden by my two
daughters when the snow was only a week or two away. We have other critters too, including Daffodil, our miniature donkey. It is not an easy life we
have chosen, as this image, and also this
one, demonstrate, but I am fortunate in
having the kind of equipment that is needed to live in a location that can
receive over 200" of snow in a season. BTW, the images you have just looked at
are of a normal winter, not a heavy one. I produced some 360° QuickTime VR panorama
images of our place, taken in mid Summer, Fall, and early winter, that may be of
interest to you. After it loads, click and hold the mouse button, then move
your cursor left or right to make the image scroll in a full 360° in either direction. If you
zoom in you can also move it up and down. The "Early Fall Panorama" pans across our home and my shop.
Early Fall Panorama, (shot in our lower pasture)
When I am not plowing or blowing snow, or working
with the horses, I may be helping to fight fires as a volunteer
firefighter, as shown
in this image of a fire we had recently. I can now pursue my
work in decorative metalworking, enjoy the spectacular fishing close by in the
many mountain streams, or explore the wild country around our place by Jeep or horseback. We have a great many elk
here. This image, taken across our lower pasture, shows the Spring
elk calving in progress. There were a number of wolves attending the birth of
the calves too. The elk were a problem because they liked to eat the hay I had
stored under my shop's eves, but that problem has been solved by the
construction of our new barn. The future looks bright, and I think it will
still be full of adventure and new horizons. :-)
Narrative
Links
If you would like to
read more of my adventures you may do so by clicking on one of the "Narrative"
links below. You may find it more convenient to save these files to disk and
read them off line with your browser because some are fairly long. I will
continue to add to this list as time allows.
Narrative #9 - Tristan Jones - "The Good and The Bad"
Narrative #10 - "Week of the Buzz-Tails"
Conclusion
Thank
you for visiting my home page. Please feel free to contact me if you have any
questions or comments. You may phone me at the number listed below.
Contact me by phone: (208) 462-4028
Note: Due to spam problems I no longer post my e-mail address, but I will be
happy to supply it to you over the phone.
29 Jan 2013
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