Fingers Crossed

 (1/13/25, Noon) 

Coming back from the eye doctor’s office, the sky was a beautiful shade of blue. My eyes had been dilated and I was wearing those stylish plastic sunglasses that are held in place by placing them behind your glasses. The dark tint enhanced the color of the sky! I couldn’t help but get my hopes up, even though I knew better! I had tried to find three geocaches earlier in the morning but couldn’t find any of them. The fourth that I had in my GPS…I decided to ignore, it just wasn’t my day.

    Later this evening, the moon will pass in front of the red planet Mars, an occultation. I have been looking forward to seeing this for a month or two but I have been trying not to think about it. By getting excited about this would make it an even larger let-down when the clouds move in. I know what Pittsburgh weather is like, believe me!

    Astronomical occultations are when one heavenly body, such as the moon, passes in front of another stellar object. These are things that I look forward to; I find that it is exciting to see actual movement of a stellar object in real time. The stars and planets are all moving but rarely is it as obvious as when you are watching through a pair of binoculars or a telescope and can see the two objects getting closer, and closer together. The moon frequently occults stars but they are usually faint and harder to watch. The moons of Jupiter are often occulted by the planet and that also is exciting to watch. I find it fascinating that someone was able to calculate when these events would be happening!

 This evening’s moon will be full so it will be extremely bright.  Mars is easy to see in the night sky but sitting very close to the moon will make it difficult to see without some optical aid. By using a telescope with a drive on it, hopefully I will be able to use a powerful enough eyepiece so that only a small portion of the moon’s bright surface will be visible.

    I have started making my list of things to take with me. I find that by making a list, there will be less chance of forgetting something important. There is nothing worse than driving for a long distance and discovering one of the most important things I wanted to bring was left at home. I’ve done it before; my camera memory left sitting in the computer or batteries left in the charger, these lists help me, considerably!

    It is going to be cold, so I'll need to dress for that. I’ll bring along a hot beverage and maybe a snack.  My journal and a couple pens, the camera, binoculars and my eyepieces are just a few more of the things on my list. It will continue to grow as the day wears on.

    The sky is still clear, not a cloud to be seen…eight more hours to go. My fingers are crossed!

(Written 1/14/24, 9:00AM)

    Well. Let me tell you about last night. I prepared for a night at our clubs observatory by dressing for the occasion. I wore long underwear, top and bottoms, heavy socks over my regular socks, a winter jacket, gloves and a nice thick alpaca tousle cap to keep my head warm. All the gear I had on my list was in the car, and it was almost time to leave. 

    The moon was rising from behind the trees on the far side of the valley, there were no clouds in the sky at all, things were looking good! There was one more thing to do before hitting the road, watch the International Space Station pass over my neighbor’s houses.

    It was just past 6 and the sky was cloudless. I set up my camera and waited. In less than a minute, I saw it coming from behind one house and rising up to pass over another. A couple neighbors passed by and I pointed the satellite out to them. I’m not sure how excited they were, but I was!

    A quick stop was made for a large cup of coffee and then a drive through the countryside followed. The moon was getting higher and it was easy to see the scenery on the sides of the road. Mars could be seen sitting below the moon whenever I stopped to look.

    A fellow club member, Jody was at the observatory when I arrived. Together we opened the roof and exposed the telescope to the cold air, Eric showed up soon after. 

    Using the Brashear 11” refractor, I pointed it first at Venus. It appeared to be about 50% illuminated. After a quick look we moved the scope over to Saturn. This was a much more important view as far as I was concerned. The planet is just a couple months away from when its rings will appear edge on.

     I couldn't help it, I was ecstatic...the view was spectacular! The seeing was nice and steady. A couple light bands could be seen crossing the planet, but the most exciting thing was its rings. 

    The planets rings appeared like two golden bars on either side of the planets disc. Just below the bars was a thin black line crossing the planet, what I am guessing was the rings shadow. (Excuse the poor drawing, I wish I could’ve gotten a picture!) Off to the side was the largest of its moons, Titan.

  The brightness of the moon lit up the interior of the observatory, the red lights were useless this evening!

    The moon rose up over the observatory’s roof about 30 minutes before the occultation was due to happen. I put a high power eyepiece into the focuser and centered it on Mars. (14mm, 295X) We were able to see the markings on the planet’s surface and the northern ice cap. During periods of extreme clarity we were able to glimpse the southern cap as well.  

    As I watched, the moon eventually entered into the eyepieces field of view. Just a small section but as I watched, it got closer and increased its size in the eyepiece. Slowly it got closer and closer. As it neared, it seemed to increase in speed though this was just an illusion. This effect was really noticeable when the moon was only a “planet diameter” or two away from Mars. It was there one moment and gone the next. It was dramatic watching the planet as it was cut in half and then disappeared behind the moon!

    Yells and high fives were shared after it happened!

    I thought how amazing it was to see this planet, looking so small beside our moon, which looked so big. Mars is about half the size of the earth!  Mars is about 61 million miles away from us while the moon is only about 239,000 miles away. Quite a difference!

    Jody and Eric left soon afterwards but I stayed to watch the reappearance. Approximately an hour and 13 minutes later the planet showed up again, just as predicted.

    I then shifted the scope over to look at the planet Jupiter. The planets moon, Europa was nearing the planet. I watched as it finally appeared to touch the planets disc and then cross over in front of it. It “touched” Jupiter in nearly the same spot as Mars had disappeared behind the moon. In a weird kind of way, it was as if I was watching the event all over again. I watched until the moon had completely crossed onto the planets face, a bright dot sitting below one of the colored bands decorating the planet’s surface. Then I updated my journal and started to close things down.

    The temperature was a balmy 19° as I loaded my car. The wind made it feel even colder.

    Driving home I was almost tempted to turn off my headlights since the moon was so bright. (But I didn’t!!) The day had started out badly but it sure had taken a turn for the better!  The Pittsburgh weather gods had smiled on us all this evening! I finally uncrossed my fingers as I pulled up in front of my house.

“To see an occultation during a night of observing is sort of like putting a dollop of vanilla ice cream on a slice of warm apple pie, oh…so comforting!”

Christmas Spirit in the Strip

 

For years now, Ann Marie and I have been going to the Strip District on Christmas Eve. It is always a fun jaunt into a world of excitement, drama, fun, families and friends.

    Our agenda is rather simple, we park and then walk from one end of the Strip to the other, enjoying the ambiance of the last day of shopping before Christmas. We stop and get something to snack on at Enrico Biscotti Company and then go around the corner to get a cup of coffee at La Prima Espresso. Then we sit down, if we can find a table, and people watch.

    Very rarely was anyone upset, the faces were all smiling and the kids were soaking the in the excitement, creating memories for their futures. People were overloaded with bundles of food in their arms, sticks of pepperoni hanging out of boxes and bags of presents yet to be wrapped. The smells of the products inside the stores drifted out to the sidewalks, attempting to entice us to stop in. People were lined up outside the stores and restaurants, patiently waiting their turn. 

    There were dog walkers and people standing on the edges with cups, hoping for a donation or two. People were lined up at the food vendors and eating their snacks as they went towards their next stop. Groups wore similar hats, perhaps to keep track of each other? Ugly sweaters could be seen underneath jackets and red and green seem to be the predominant colors.

    Even though the vendors and counter-people were harried and over worked, they were all happy and in a festive mood. The line at La Prima Espresso Company was out the door but the wait is always worth it. The shop smelled like a coffee shop should! The coffee was rich and strong and it went perfectly with our sweets from around the corner. Today it was almond biscotti, perfectly baked and as expected, delicious!

    The people we shared the sidewalk with were having espresso, cappuccino and hot chocolate. Boxes of pizza sat on some tables and others had bags of goodies like ours, sitting beside their steaming cups of coffee.

    We sat right beside the door and often we couldn’t see past the line of people waiting to get their orders filled. They stood in groups and talked amongst each other, discussing their future plans or telling what has happened since they saw each other last. There were hugs and loud exclamations when acquaintances saw each other, their joy spreading out among the others sitting and standing near-by. We listened to other's conversations, it wasn’t snooping, it was unavoidable. The problems of the world weren’t a topic to be discussed this morning; it was all about happiness and the upcoming holidays.

    Fashion was a big thing in our observations. The different styles and colors are always fun to see and to discuss. Hats and hoodies, shorts, sweatshirts and dress jackets, boots, tennis shoes and sandals, the variety was astounding. We all have our own “type” of dress and it is always fun to see other styles on display.

    As the clock neared 11 and our coffee cups emptied, we got up and continued our walk. We stopped in the S & D Polish Deli and got some Jalowcowa, or Juniper Berry Kielbasa, and a couple meat sticks. We talked about when the store first opened and the owner’s children helped to man the counters, another pleasant memory from years gone by.  

    Driving back towards home we continued watching the people on the streets as we passed by. An occasional upset driver would lean on their horns, impatient with the waits but everyone else was happy, at least that is the way they looked to us, and that is the way we want to remember them. The world looked beautiful through our eyes, today our problems were forgotten and the more important things have taken the stage, love, family and happiness!

    Merry Christmas,

Happy Hanukah,

Happy Holiday

and Happy New Year!!!

My Top Books from 2024

What I consider my reading list is far from the Best Seller lists on the Internet or at a local bookstore. Many of the books I read are circumstantial; they are often books that I just happen across. While I do read the best-seller lists, their suggestions don’t always strike me. For one thing, there are so many choices I have to pick from. Looking through Book Pages, there are 30 or 40 books reviewed. I can at least eliminate some of them by their genre. I really don’t want to read any romance books or historical fiction, which is not to say that I never do. They just aren’t my favorites.

    I belong to a book club, and I enjoy most of the books we read. Suggestions from friends and booksellers have often turned into treasures worth keeping. Visiting the library or bookstores always has given me books that I enjoy. There is nothing like walking down a set of shelves and seeing what books might present themselves to me. I also enjoy reading older books, ones that have been out of print for awhile. Libraries and bookstores excel at these books!

    I keep a list of the books I’ve read and rate each book from 1 to 5. “Five” is a book I’d rave about and suggest to others while “one” is a book I don’t want to mention to anyone. These ratings are only my own thoughts, they are based on how the story grabbed me, how well it was written and of course, whether the subject matter excited me or not. It is a numerical version of how I felt after reading the last page.

    My reading preferences this year has been more fiction than non-fiction with a sprinkling of poetry tossed in. There were a couple books I started but put down before finishing, these weren’t included. There are too many books to read and not enough time. I don't want to spend time reading books I don’t enjoy. If they don’t grab me quickly, I pick up something else. I also tend to read a couple books at a time. Should one get tiring, I just go to another and slip right back into that story. The other one can wait awhile, just as this one has.

    These books have been rated at 5 in my records. They are listed as read, not by preference.

1) A Long Way Gone – Memoirs of a Boy Soldier, by ishmeal beah. (NF-2007) This tells ishmael’s story, how he fled his village when he was 12 and how at 13 he was taken to become a government soldier in Sierra Leone. It is touching, scary and violent. It shows how some people are forced to live, and how they deal with it.

2) Learning to See, by Elise Hooper. (F-2019) This book is a fictionalized version of Dorothea Lange’s life. Having recently read another book about Dorothea Lange, I was surprised at how closely the book followed the details of her life.

3) The Heaven and Earth Grocery Store, by James McBride. (F-2023) Set in Pottstown, a mystery is presented to the community when a skeleton is unearthed. The story tells about how neighbors in a poor section of the town come together, never minding each other’s religion or race, to help each other during difficult times. We find out about the people in this Pennsylvania town and their thoughts and prejudices against each other.

4) All the Broken Places, by John Boyne. (F-2022) This book is about a woman; as a young girl, as a young woman and as a nonagenarian. (a woman in her 90’s) As a child she lived near a Nazi concentration camp that her father was in charge of. The book tells about her feelings of guilt and how it affects the decisions she makes as she goes through her life. It is very well written and has a few surprises in it.

5) One Dog, Two dog, Three Dog, Four…, by Paul Estronza La Violette. (NF-2007) On one of the trips that Ann Marie and I took this year, we passed what we thought was a bookstore. We drove up a long driveway and met Paul, the author of this book. He and his wife lived there and graciously invited us in and told us about their dogs, their hobbies and their history. The book is a collection of stories about the Weimaraners they had when they lived on the Gulf Coast. The stories just made me feel good!

6) The Globemakers, by Peter Bellerby. (NF-2023) This is a beautifully illustrated book about the craft of making world globes. Wanting to get a nice world globe for his father’s birthday, Peter attempted to make one himself. He discovered it was quite difficult. He eventually created a company to continue this art form. The globes this company makes are true art, no doubt about it.

7) The Burnt District, by Gary Link. (F-2003) This book, written by a local author, tells a tale about what the city of Pittsburgh was going through after the Great Fire. (April 10, 1845) As I read the book, I could easily imagine where he was writing about because of my familiarity of the city. The story follows the city’s history rather closely and includes some well know citizens in it.

8) James, by Percival Everett. (F-2024) This was a great book, especially if you've read The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain. It can't help but make you think! I tore through the book, not wanting to put it down! I can't say I enjoyed (?) reading this book but I'm very glad that I did. The story is the same as Mark Twain's story about Huck with a few variations. The biggest one is that the story is told from Jim's (Jame's) viewpoint. A very good story and I'm sure it will become an important novel in the ages to come!

9) The Women, by Kristin Hannah. (F-2024) The book tells the story of "Frankie" who as a twenty-year-old, volunteers to go over to Viet-Nam as a nurse. It tells about the awful things she sees and experiences along with the friends and loves she encounters during her tours of duty. It also tells about all the things she loses while she is there!
    Coming back home she encounters another country than the one she left a couple years before. She isn't respected, her family doesn't know how to relate with her and she can't get any help for the traumas she experienced while helping the men and boys, she helped save. She is constantly told that "No women served in Viet-Nam". Luckily, she has friends that help her through the tough times.
    I read this book with damp eyes. There was so much in it that made me stop and reflect, mostly as to how lucky I was to have "just" missed having to go and experience this war myself. A lot made me think about my brother who experienced it firsthand, along with a good friend of mine who did likewise. Our country did a great disservice to the men and women who served in this war, and it can't help but make me think, is this still going on today?

10) Slow Train to Yesterday, by Archie Robertson. (NF-1945) Archie tells us about short line railroads and their appeal, both standard and small gage lines. He has ridden many of them and tells about the equipment, the scenery and the people who run them and ride them. He also discusses railfans (of which I am one!) and railroad clubs.

11) The Forest of Lost Souls, by Dean Koontz. (F-2024) Basically a good versus evil book. A woman who lives away from society, who is “one with the woods” ends up battling to protect a sacred section of land that an “evil” mastermind wants to develop for financial gain.

12) The Tender Bar: A Memoir, by J.R. Moehringer. (NF-2005) I thought this was a wonderful book. It is the story of a boy growing up, searching for a father figure. The bar his uncle owns provides a variety of father figures that help him through his life into adulthood. The question is, was he searching for his father or himself? I had seen the movie before the book, both are good!

13) The Life Impossible, by Matt Haig. (F-2024) An elderly math teacher inherits a small cottage on a Mediterranean island. It begins with an e-mail from a former student, telling her about her problems. Her reply is, basically the book. The book tells about her search to find out more information about the woman who bequeathed her house to her and the importance of protecting our planet and all the creatures on it. (Matt Haig’s book, The Midnight Library is also a great read!)

    I hope you see something that strikes your fancy and gets you to visit your local library or bookstore. Remember how important it is to continue supporting these valuable resources! If you are a reader, you know how important they are!

Happy New Year, I hope it is filled with lots of good books! Keep on reading!

Phil B

Searching for the Past in Dunbar

1886

Last week, Frank Festa and I took a ride into Fayette County to visit the Dunbar area. Located a bit south of Connellsville, it is a little over an hour away from my house. I’ve been here numerous times and whether hiking, exploring, rock climbing or off-roading in the Jeep, I have ALWAYS enjoyed myself.

    To make the most of the day, we left before the sun rose. While we were loading my car we stopped for a minute to watch the Chinese Space Station pass overhead, talk about good timing! 

    About an hour later we stopped at West Overton Village to take some pictures of the buildings. (and to find a geocache) The village’s principal business was whiskey production. This is where Henry Clay Frick was born in 1849. His father, John W. Frick worked for Mr. Overholt in his grist mill and eventually married Overholt’s daughter Elizabeth. Henry came along a short time later and after growing up, he worked here and at the Overholt Distillery in Broad Ford before moving into the coal and coke industries.

    Soon afterwards we were driving down into the small community of Dunbar. Our first stop was a field where the ruins of several lines of coke ovens sat. Since this is located on private property, we made sure to obtain permission before venturing past the No Trespassing signs.

    If we hadn’t known that the coke ovens were here, we would’ve never guessed it. There were high weeds and plenty of thorned bushes with lots of deer trails running through them. Numerous fallen trees hampered our way into and around the site.

    We soon saw the darkened openings of the ovens. The fronts of all most all of the ovens had been destroyed. This was done to avoid taxation. Up close, we could see the beautiful work that was done making these ovens.

    They are called “Beehive” ovens because of their shape.  They were used to make coke out of coal. Fireproof bricks were laid in a circle and built up like an igloo. A round hole was at the top center.

     The broken edges show how the brick was laid; the heat inside the oven is evident by the scouring and glazing on many of the bricks.

    There are three rows of ovens here with ovens on either side. There are approximately 35 ovens per side, about 70 per row. A few ovens sit closer to the road possibly part of another row that was destroyed when the road was put in, there may have been more here at one time. This is just a small number of ovens in the area, the Dunbar area had over 20,000 coke ovens in 1900!

    The ovens were loaded from the top and once the process had been completed, bricks set in an opening in the front were removed and the finished coke was pulled out to be taken by horse, mule or train to iron furnaces and later, steel mills.

    After “roaming” around the field for an hour or so, we returned to town and parked in front of the Dunbar Historical Society. This organization is a wonderful place to get information about the coal, coke and iron industries that used to be located in this area. The volunteers here have always been more than helpful whenever I’ve stopped in to ask for some help on research. A reproduction of a coke oven sits in the park across from the society.

    We hiked about a mile on the Sheepskin Trail to a spot where 78 more coke ovens had worked. These were called the Uniondale Ovens. Three ovens still have their fronts attached. Iron bars have been placed across the openings to protect them from vandals, making them look like a jail. A sign explains how the ovens worked along with a picture of ovens in use.

    Back at the car, we drove about 5-6 miles into the State Game lands to search for the Old Laurel Iron Furnace. Using Sharp and Thomas’s book, A Guide to the Old Stone Blast Furnaces in Western Pennsylvania, we had a pretty good idea of where it had been located. The book was written in 1966 and a lot of things have changed in the past 58 years. The stream the authors mention as sitting beside the furnace is listed as Laurel Run, on my topo maps it is called Morgan Run.

    We parked in a convenient spot and walked down stream, looking for anything that might have been an iron furnace. We found a large pile of stones and dirt against a hillside near a nice flat area. On closer inspection we found some cut stones and a small section of wall made out of stacked stones. A pit or depression sat beside the mound with a couple sets of stacked stone, perhaps a waterwheel pit.

    Snow hid a lot from us but we did find some slag and that indicted that a furnace had sat near here at some time in the past. In the S&T book they said that the outer stones of this furnace were removed, possibly to help in the manufacture of the New Laurel Furnace, a mile or two further downstream. Looking at what we had found, we were pretty sure that this mound was all of what is left of the Old Laurel Furnace. The Old Laurel Furnace had been built in 1797, two hundred and twenty-seven years ago!

    Back at the car, we continued further into the game-lands. The road degraded into a dirt and gravel road covered with snow and ice.  We drove with-in a ¼ mile of the New Laurel Furnace and then opted to walk the rest of the way due to the steep hill in front of us. The last thing we wanted to do was to get stuck at the bottom of a hill miles from the nearest paved road.

    The New Laurel Furnace sits between the juncture of two roads, one continuing on downhill to the Youghiogheny River and the other crossing Morgan Run and leading up into the hills.

    This furnace was built in 1812. Considering how long it has been standing, it is in fairly good shape. The front face has collapsed and the walls of the remaining sides all show signs of shifting and movement. There are trees growing on it and their roots are pushing the stones further apart. The backside has a large crack from the ground to the top, resembling a large zipper.

    On the east side the remaining arch can be seen. There is also a stone structure sitting close to the furnace on this side which may have been a support for a water wheel. This set of stones has a tree growing on it also, slowly destroying the nicely set stones.

    At the top of the backside, a notch where the loading bridge was attached can be seen. Looking from the front, the curvature of the inner chimney can be seen near the top.

Slag can be easily found in the ground surrounding the furnace.

    Even though it is falling down, it is a grand looking structure. After all these years, the remaining corners are still straight and sharp. It is hidden in the woods where only hunters, explorers and historians would see it. I always enjoy visiting the site. It is quiet here, in the summer it is hidden by weeds, trees and jagger bushes and in the winter it is on display with a snowy covering.

    It is quite different here than when it was in operation. Numerous buildings would have been near-by. Smoke and noise would have filled the air. Workers would have been busy with the operations of the furnace and all the additional jobs required keeping it in blast. The furnaces worked non-stop, 24 hours a day for as long as possible. This furnace went out of blast, or shut down, in 1838, allowing peace and quiet to return to the area.

    Frank and I hiked back up the hill to the car and after a quick stop at the Dunbar Historical Society to say hello, we headed back home. We had found everything we wanted to, the weather co-operated and other than a few punctures by thorns, there were no injuries!

    Back at Frank's car we watched a plane fly underneath the moon as we unloaded the car, a good way to end the trip. Returning home, I was tired but happy!

Delving into the Undeveloped

 I had about 3 weeks worth of pictures in my camera. You’d think that was a lot of pictures but the roll of film only has 12 negatives on it. I had been careful not to “waste” any pictures with impromptu shots, so from the first to the last shot was about 17 days. During that time, I could only hope that something worthwhile was captured. I had to wait until I developed the roll to find out.

    On Wednesday morning, the day before Thanksgiving I set out my supplies, checked my chemicals and removed the film from the camera. Then, after a good cup of coffee, I was ready to start.

    I needed an open workspace, so I used the base of my enlarger in the darkroom. I dusted the enlarger itself and wiped off the base. I didn’t want any dust particles landing on my film. I set out the developing tank, its lid and the spool where I could easily grab them in the dark. I set the spool on its side with its opening at the top. I set the reel in a U-bolt which I have been using to help keep it from rolling. I also had a pair of scissors sitting near-by.

    After I turned out the light, I felt around to make sure I knew where each piece was. I looked to make sure there weren’t any new light leaks since I did my last roll. Satisfied that I knew where everything was and that I was in total darkness, I slit the paper band on the roll and started unwinding the film.

    The film I was working with was black and white, 120 Kodak T-Max 100. This size of film is a lot more flexible than 35mm film and it can be tricky lining it up the opening of the reel. It had been almost two months since I had done a roll this size and I was glad that I had practiced beforehand. After a couple attempts, the film went in as planned. I only hoped that I hadn’t put any creases or marks on the negatives.

    There is always a fear that I’ll drop the film or part of the tank during the loading process. I don’t want to be feeling around on the dirty floor in the dark looking for the lid or even worse, the strip of film! I put the reel into the tank making sure the lid was on properly and then turned on the light.

    I cleaned up and re-covered the enlarger before I did anything else. If I didn’t do it now, I figure that I’d probably forget about doing it and everything would be even dustier the next time I used it. This is something I learned from my machinist days.

    The chemicals were put in a water bath to bring them to the proper temperature, 68° Fahrenheit. I had previously looked at the Massive Dev Chart online. (Massive Dev Chart Film Development, Film Developing Database) This is a great site to determine what the times for various films and developers should be.

    I wrote the times for all the steps on a piece of paper and hung it up near the timer. After a couple more sips of coffee I was ready to go. I set my timer and started the first step, a prewash.

    After finishing the developer, stop bath and fixer steps, I was able open the tank and see if everything had gone as planned. Even though I have done this numerous times, I am still apprehensive about what I’ll find when I open the tank. I removed the lid and slid the reel out and was happy to see images on the film! Now, I only had to worry about whether any of them were any good! It really isn’t as worrisome as this but I have had rolls go through that I inadvertently exposed to light, and I’ve developed a few rolls in which the camera wasn’t working properly. It is always a good feeling to see that everything came out OK.

    Finally the washing process was finished along with dipping the reel into some Photo-Flo, I was now able to unwind the filmstrip from the reel and see what I had taken. After 2 weeks, I tend to forget exactly what pictures were on the film and it is always a nice surprise to re-live these bits of the past once again. Looking at the strip as it hung to dry, everything looked OK. I didn’t see any bends or creases made by my attempts at loading the film onto the reel. The negatives all looked properly exposed and looking quickly, everything seemed to be in focus. I closed the door and let the film dry.

     So far, so good! It was now time to do some Thanksgiving preparations.

    An hour later, the film was dry. I took an archival filmstrip holder and labeled it. Then I cut the negatives into strips of three and slid them into the holder. Using a light box with my digital camera positioned overhead, I took a picture of the proof sheet and then a picture of each of the negatives. Using Adobe Photoshop I cropped the negatives, straightened them and then made a copy, inverting the negative into a positive. I saved the negatives and the positives in a file on the computer with the days date and a brief description of what they are. The “actual” negatives were placed in a 3-ring binder with other negatives from the current year.

    With the pictures on the computer, I will be able to look them over and decide which ones can be used to make prints. This will probably be done some time later in the winter, on those days when I don’t want to go outside into the cold.

    I cleaned up the tools I used and put the chemicals away. The area is now ready for my next chore…doing my laundry. Once again, I came out with another good batch of negatives. Practice makes perfect, or at least close to perfect. 

    You should give film developing a try; take a step back in time and experience the fun of doing things the old-fashioned way. It is a great hobby. I find that it is a great sense of achievement when I open up that tank and see properly developed negatives! If I can do it…so can you!

The Bayless Paper and Pulp Mill

 Frank and I hadn’t been on an adventure in a while so we put our heads together and started planning. We decided to take a trip into Potter County to visit the ruins of the Bayless Paper and Pulp Mill.

    Our scheduled date was for Thursday, a day which turned out to be wet, cold and even snowy at times. This didn’t deter us, we dressed accordingly and hit the road. Our departure was very early since we had about a 3 and a half hour drive ahead of us, if we went straight there. Of course, we weren’t going to do that; there are always detours and stops on any good trip!

    I left my house at 4AM. There was a light drizzle, just enough to have the windshield wipers on low. Traffic is nearly non-existent at that time of the morning; we were well away from the suburbs before rush hour started. After loading up on some fresh coffee, we attempted some photos of the steam coming from the power plant across the river from New Kensington. Our first geocache find was still 30 minutes away, in the darkness beside the road. The car headlights were shining on “the spot” while Frank and I rooted around using flashlights trying to locate it. Every so often a big truck would come around the bend, blowing a blast of noise and cold wind at us as it rushed by. Our next geocache further up the road was found in the daylight. 

    We stopped for a couple caches at Scripture Rocks outside of Brookville. In 1908 Douglas Stahlman started carving passages of scripture onto the rocks here. By the time he carved his last passage, in 1913, he had worked on over 500 rocks in the area. He had some "issues" and ended up in a mental hospital where he lived out the rest of his life. A park has been made to help prerve his work and his memory.

    We followed rt.28 up to its’ northern end in Brockway. Continuing on, it wasn’t until nearly 11 before we arrived in Austin, a short distance away from the ruins. Expecting a walk of about a mile in the rain we were happy to find a road led right to where we wanted to go. Parking on the edge of a steep hillside, we left most of our camera gear in the car rather than carry it with us. This made it much easier to maneuver around and through the brush and over debris.

    A large three-legged cement structure stood near where we parked. Doing a bit of research later, I found out it was a Jensson Acid Tower.  Built in 1917, the tower produced sulfite acid liquor for the paper making process. This liquor was produced by mixing limestone, water and sulfur in gaseous form in this tower.  It would have been fun to climb up the tower but unfortunately, it was beyond my abilities. Sitting beside the tower was a concrete structure which was the sulfur house. Chemicals in it were flammable and had to be kept away from the rest of the plant.

    We then worked our way through some high brush and grasses in a swampy flatland over to the remains of the mill. It appeared to be three stories high at one time. The stairs to the upper levels were broken and so we stayed on the main floor. Numerous holes in the floor showed us a water filled basement. The water was very clear with nothing growing in it. Water was in the basements of all the structures we came across.

    A broken set of steps took me down into the basement but that was as far as I could go. Water was dripping from the ceilings leaving small stalactites and also small waterfalls that we had to be careful to avoid. I was glad to be wearing a hat! 

    The Bayless Paper and Pulp Mill remained in business from 1900 to 1944. It was flooded twice and rebuilt. It was a fire that finally shut the plant down.

    We wandered around the ruins trying to comprehend what we were seeing. This place looks so different now as compared to when it was working. It provided jobs and security to the people of Austin and the surrounding areas. What did these various structures do when they were being used? We had to be very careful where we stepped as we roamed around, avoiding the numerous holes and the thick bolts sticking out of the floors. After taking way too many pictures, we made our way back through the brambles to the car.

    We then headed a few miles up a near-by road to where the dam was built. A park and campground is situated below the ruins. The dam was made by the company to provide water for the paper making process. Unfortunately, the company skimped on materials when making the 50 foot high concrete structure. Money for the project was running out and the owner decided to cut back on a few things. This eventually caused the structure to break apart during a period of high water. When built in 1909, the dam was the highest of its type in Pennsylvania. In 1911, three years later it failed and destroyed the Bayless Paper plant, the town of Austin and another below it, and killed 78 people. The town and the company rebuilt. When it was first built, the townspeople called it, “The Dam that Could Not Break”. Looking at the concrete blocks scattered around below the structure, you can’t help but realize the power of all the water held behind it.

    The rain had turned into snow while we explored the remains of the dam and followed us on and off on the way home. We left the snow behind us above rt.80, though the rain stayed with us for the rest of the trip. The day worked out well, when we were out of the car, there weren’t any extreme rains. The ride home was faster than the ride up since we only stopped for a quick lunch at a fast-food joint. There were no geocaches or photo stops on the way back.

    I returned to my house at 5PM, 13 hours after I left, almost to the minute. We didn’t see the sun rise or set on the trip, but we still had a good time. Good conversations, exciting spots to visit, some good pictures, along with some bad ones also, it was a great day. It was everything we expected it to be!