But alas poor Smokey...

We are mourning the loss of a family member today.

Smokey was a good fish. 


Loyal.

Friendly.

Resilient.

Okay, so "loyal" may be stretching it a bit.  It's not like he had a choice who his owners were.  However, he was definitely a friendly and resilient fish.

I never thought fish responded to people or showed any sign of personality before we got Smokey.  He actually came out of his little fish-bowl house and appeared to wag his tail for us when we would walk into the room. 

He was certainly a well-traveled fish, having made the trip to New Hampshire for summer vacation and most recently the 3,000 mile drive across country from Virginia to Washington.  He proved his resilience more than once.  The first occasion earned a Post-of-the-Week award for his tumble down the stairs. 

Smokey's Travel Fish-bowl

The most recent occasion I now realize I forgot to write about.  It was when we went on vacation in New Hampshire last summer.  The boys and I had recently watched What About Bob, and they got the idea of taking Smokey with us in a glass jar like Bill Murray with his pet fish Gill.  In anticipation of our upcoming PCS transfer to Washington, we decided to use the drive to NH as a test run for Smokey.  He passed with flying colors. 

Well... swimming colors I suppose. 

There was a close call along the way though.  When we stopped to tour the Valley Forge National Historic Park, we left Smokey in the car. 

It got a little warm.

When we returned to the car, we found Smokey on floating on his side near the top of his water jug, periodically twitching one of his fins like a toy whose batteries were worn out.  We manned battlestations-fish-resuscitation, cranked on the A/C and my wonderful wife held Smokey's jar in front of the vent to cool him off (but not so quickly as to put him in thermal shock).  He seemed just fine a couple of hours later.  No harm done apparently.

I suppose I didn't write about it so none of you would be calling the humane society on me for leaving a pet unattended in the car.

Along the way across country this month, he got to visit the Louisville Slugger bat factory, Mount Rushmore, and Yellowstone National Park.  In hindsight, I am wishing we had taken pictures of him at all those places.

Well, Smokey has gone to to the big fishbowl in the sky now.  This is a first time for my kids to deal with death first hand.  My eldest son (ES) seems to be taking it harder than my younger son. 

We asked the boys what they would like to do for a funeral for Smokey.  We offered the burial-at-sea-via-the-toilet or the bury-in-the-back-yard options.  ES didn't want either.  The toilet seemed to undignified, and he said Smokey wouldn't want to be buried in Washington because he's a Virginia fish.  We convinced the boys we should bury him here at our new home in Washington.

Actually, in order to calm ES down, my wife told him we would exhume Smokey when we leave Washington in a few years and head back to the east coast, and take him back to VA for a proper burial.

...Being a Virginia fish and all.

We're hoping ES forgets by then.

It was a spectacularly gorgeous day in Washington.  Here my wife and son dig a grave for Smokey in our back yard.

So long, Smokey.  You will be missed.

DC Gouge: New Submarine Exhibit Opening at Navy Museum

If you're in DC and you've never been to the Navy Museum at the Washington Navy Yard, then I highly recommend checking it out.

My youngest son on the periscope in the Navy Museum

Soon there will be even more cool stuff to see at the museum.  I just received this from the DC Naval Submarine League:

The submarine exhibit “Covert Submarine Operations” will be dedicated by the Naval Historical Foundation on Saturday, 18 June at the Washington Navy Yard Museum.  The event is open to all connected with the Submarine Force and Naval Submarine League.  The attached invitation (email me if you want a copy of the invite) provides the details and a map of the WNY with directions to the Cold War Gallery museum.  Spouse/friends are included in the invitation.

(Event is past - so I removed the RSVP data)

The exhibit contains most of the artifacts from the Smithsonian’s “Fast Attack and Boomers” exhibit that was opened in 2000 as part of the Submarine Force Centennial celebration and is the first major exhibit in the Museum’s new Cold War Gallery.

If I were still in DC, then I know where I would be going next Saturday! 

Olympic National Park - Hurricane Ridge Hike

It was a spectacularly beautiful weekend here in the Pacific Northwest.  I decided to get another use out of my National Park annual pass that expires this month and head over to check out Olympic National Park. 

When I sat down at my computer to do some research and figure out when and where to go, I was amazed by the size of the park.  It's bigger than the state of Rhode Island for cryin' out loud (777,000 acres in RI vs. 922,000 acres in ONP).  There are several different visitor centers at different places around the park.  I get the impression that each one is strategically located to show a very different aspect of the park - sub-alpine versus rain forest versus coastal). 

I decided to try Hurricane Ridge, at the Northern end of the park, about twenty miles south of Port Angeles, Washington.  I could tell from the webcam that there is still snow up there (there's a second webcam on the parking lot), but I couldn't find any useful gouge on whether I would need snowshoes or not.  The thought of renting snowshoes at Pacific Edge Outfitters again crossed my mind, but I remembered that the National Park visitor center on Mt. Rainier offered snow shoes for rent there.  The ONP website said they had snowshoes to rent, so I figured I would drive up there and rent them if I needed them. 

Scenery on the drive up from Port Angeles

Scenery on the drive up from Port Angeles

There was just a little bit of snow left over from "winter."

Well, come to find out, there are basically two seasons at Hurricane Ridge.  During the winter season, they rent skis, sleds, snowshoes, and run a ski lift and have a big booming business.  They even have park ranger led showshoe hikes.  The "winter" season ends around mid March.  Next, the "summer" season seems to start around mid July, and there are park ranger led hikes to admire beautiful flowers and stunning views. 

Apparently though, if you go in between the end of "winter" and the beginning of "summer" then you pretty much get to make do on your own.  Nothing is available to rent.  No park rangers provide any guided hikes.  It's all you.

Don't get me wrong.  I had a great time, and I'm very glad I went.  I was just surprised by the gap in activity offered at this park compared to most other national parks. 

I had lunch in the visitor center cafe, and it was very good.  Much better than the cafe at Mt. Rainier.  I had a ham and swiss on rye with sweet potato fries and it was delicious.

This was the view I got to enjoy from the cafe while eating my lunch.  Nope, no need to rent any showshoes or anything like that this time of year.

The park ranger at the visitor center told me they put out orange poles in the snow leading away from the parking lot to lead people to a scenic overlook.  She told me the snow was packed down enough that I didn't need snowshoes. 

Sure enough.

Oh, but don't walk past the LAST orange pole.

The view was indeed spectacular.  The photo doesn't do it justice.  In the foreground is Port Angeles, then the Strait of Juan de Fuca, then Victoria, British Columbia in the distance.

Obligatory Blunoz self-portrait

I hiked clockwise around the ridge.  This is looking back at where those avalanche warning signs were.

See the signs?

Aside from walking the short distance along the orange poles from the visitor center to the view point, most people were just walking the plowed Hurricane Ridge Road.  It was closed to vehicles and partially plowed, and it wound back and forth down the hill for a mile or so.  The view was much better from up on top of the snow on either side of the road than it was from on the pavement.  Since it was my first time there and I didn't have snowshoes or skis, I stayed close to the paved road.  I did see some people showing up with their own snowshoes go trekking off into the snow though, and it made me wish I had my own.  

For the portion of my hike that I did on the road, I kept thinking I was Luke Skywalker attacking the Death Star.  Then I came to the end of where the plow had been...

Use the Force, Luke!

After crossing over to the south side of the road, I found an area where the snow had melted.

Over on this side of the ridge, I had several of these pretty birds following me along from tree to tree.  I don't know if they were just naturally curious or if they've been fed by humans one too many times and were looking for a handout.

Overall, it was a gorgeous day, a very enjoyable drive, and a nice hike with stunning scenery.  This will certainly not be my last time to visit ONP.  Next time I'll just have to bring my own snowshoes, or come back in the summer season when the snow has melted.

Trip Stats on the GPS

Hike Stats:

Date: 4 June 2011

Start Time:  12:43 p.m.

Moving Time Elapsed:  1 hr 43 min

Stopped Time Elapsed:  30 min

Finish Time:  2:55 p.m.

Miles:  3.1 miles

Elevation gain: 443 feet

Temp:  Began approx 57F climbing to 64F when I drove back down.

Wind:  None.