For all of you who have followed along, my journeys have been far and wide and unfortunately my blogging has been as well. Last post Dec 2015. WTF?
My website www.paulharnishphotography.com is up and running now, as is my new blog paulharnishphotography.blogspot.com.
I'll leave this up rather than move everything over, so whoever wants to can look back and see how far things have come since those early days when times were just starting to get better.
Thank you for all the views.
Be safe, be well, and come on over and check out the new place.
Paul
The Riverpirate Blog
The life and times of a rum drinking, camera carrying, motorcycle riding, high seas sailing, man of medicine.
Monday, October 31, 2016
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
December already? WTF?
As
November comes close to an end and I look back at the year that has passed, all
I can think is “Holy shit, what a year!”
I started
the work year with my ship docked in Singapore, a beautiful city I hope to
visit again when I have more time and free daylight hours.
From
Singapore we sailed to Mumbai and began a large project off of India. (For
anyone familiar with the blog or the Riverpirate Times Newsletter, it was five
long weeks without internet).
I spent
fifteen days in May on my Harley, and rode from Halifax to Gatlinburg and back,
via the Nascar All Star Race in Charlotte. I sampled nine flavours of moonshine
at a distillery in G’burg, I rode the Tail of the Dragon and the Devil’s whip,
and I took the Blue Ridge Parkway home. Almost 4000 miles. Knock one more off
my bike it list.
In July I
was transferred to the Western Trident for a job off Newfoundland, and have remained
with the ship, becoming part of the permanent crew. My old vessel has been
temporarily cold stacked due to the downturn of the oil industry and the low
cost per barrel of oil.
Since
joining the Trident we have transited from Scotland to Norway and spent six
weeks in the Norwegian Sea, and as I write this we are currently sailing from
Cape Verde off the West coast of Africa to Cape Town. Three days ago we crossed
the equator, another first for me, and another off my bucket list.
From Cape
Town will sail around the Cape of Good Hope to the port of Durban, and then to
Maputo Mozambique where our next job will start in late Dec or early Jan., and
at a glance, that’s been my year. Almost. There was also Arizona.
Arizona,
or more specifically the Arizona EMS Odyssey Conference in Phoenix marked a
turning point for me in my ongoing recovery and management of emergency
services stress related illness.
Earlier
this year I was invited to speak at the EMS Odyssey conference about my
experiences with emergency services stress, CIS, and PTSD and spent several
days in 100 + degree Arizona heat in June.
It was by
far my most shining moment as an educator and public speaker primarily due to
nervousness, and despite multiple “dry runs” and two preparatory presentations
delivered the month previously, the presentation did not have that same
smoothness of transition as was typical in the professional life I had formerly
known, and lacked in the level of quality I had wanted it would have.
That said
it was an amazing experience, one I’ll cherish forever, and with the conclusion
of the presentation I closed that chapter of my life and let my grief over the
loss of my EMS career finally go.
Mostly
when I let myself think about all I had done and what I could have done I find
myself still angry, even though it’s been almost eight years, but a little fire
in the belly keeps the spirit alive and if you’re going to have hate inside
you, it might as well be directed at an Insurance giant and their subsidiaries
than at an individual. In my case, I fucking despise Medavie Blue Cross and its
subsidiary Emergency Medical Care Inc. Sadly, the majority of my peers who
previously worked for, and some who currently work for the Evil Empire echo my
sentiments.
All told,
2015 has been a banner year for me, perhaps my most beneficial yet as I stride
forward in good health and away from the traumas and demons that accompany from
my life in EMS. That might sound a little over the top, which has never really been
my style, but the triggers that stimulate recall of events best left
un-remembered remain just below the surface, ready to rear their ugly heads
when memory or conversation stimulates their release. Therein lies the primary
reason I walked away from all things career related in 2008.
If you’ve
read any of my newsletters or blog entries you are already aware of the
important role photography has played in my return to better health and my
ongoing recovery, and on that note I can very easily tell when my Harley time
and my camera time has been minimal, especially when home and work stress
starts to pile up, manifesting itself as a visceral and almost palpable level
of unsettledness and mild anxiety. A little camera time to take the edge off,
the resolution of the affecting stressors when possible, and the return to my
normal is often accomplished. In times of increased unsettledness my camera is
my go to, especially when Harley time is not an option.
It didn’t
really hit home how automatic my response to increased stress had become until
the day I was preparing for my first “After the sirens” presentation. I had
gathered my thoughts early in the morning, ran through the list of things I
needed, troubleshot all the foreseeable complications I could, and ran through
the slides on more time. When there was no more prep to do I found myself pacing
from room to room looking for things to occupy my hands and my mind, and as I
did I found my anxiety level rising steadily. Before I even realized what I was
doing my camera was in my hand and I was outside taking some shots of my bike.
Within a few minutes I had calmed perceptibly and it was only shortly after
that the proverbial light bulb of realization came on that grabbing the camera
was an automatic response. With realization comes knowledge.
My goals
for the remainder of the year and for 2016 are to be a better photographer and
spend more time in camera mode, and make the final transition to becoming a
health and safety practitioner whose primary role is injury and incident prevention.
I am one step closer to achieving that goal with the recent completion of my
Certificate in Occupational Health and Safety from UNB.
Next year
I’ll start my OHS Diploma program and I’ll finish it when time and money
permit. The path I’ll take from here to there will be a long one, however I’m
only a young guy yet, as I won’t hit the big Five O until August J.
So here I
go, onward and upwards towards even better health and an even greater level of
inner peace.
When I get
home in a little less than three weeks it will be Christmas holiday time and I’m
looking forward to spending those five weeks with my family, and getting RB the
beasts and me moved into the farm.
I hope
whoever is reading this is well and in either aware and in touch with their
personal and mental health needs, or actively working towards achieving those
needs; needs which surpass all others by a landslide.
Be well
and take care.
Monday, October 19, 2015
May trip - Leg three The Tail of the Dragon
I left
Gatlinburg heading South on 441 and another section of the Foothills Parkway
towards Cherokee NC and within about 5 minutes the sun turned to rain.
The
morning was spent in the rain, in the sun, in the rain, in the sun, in the
shade of the Smokey Mountains where the temps were at least 15 degrees cooler
than the open areas, and then back into the sun. And that was just the first
hour or so of the day to Cherokee NC.
From
Cherokee I rode US 74 to its intersection with Rte 129, then headed North
through Robbinsville and then past the Cheoah Dam, landing at Deal’s Gap just
after noon.
Deal’s
Gap Motorcycle resort exists at the southern end of the Tail of the Dragon, an 11
mile section of US 129 filled with 318 curves, and is a starting point or
ending point for all who dare to try to tame “The Dragon”.
Complete
with a takeout store, motel rooms, a general store and merchandise mecca filled
with stickers, T shirts, mugs, and an assortment of Dragon paraphernalia, and
the Tree of shame, Deal’s Gap resort is a must before tackling the Dragon.
My
orange T-shirt is definitely High Vis for those rare days I ride without a
jacket and Max’s windshield now sports my Deal’s Gap Dragon with the Canadian
flag just above the headlamp.
You will also find Killboy photographers along the Dragon who capture images of you during your ride that you can download for a reasonable price to commemorate your ride on The Tail of the Dragon.The image below is A Killboy image of me and max.
If
you’ve never ridden the Tail of the Dragon, it’s a ton of fun providing you
don’t overdrive your abilities. Some of the curves are mostly straightforward,
some are at the bottom or top of a rise, and there are more than several
hairpins. What makes the Dragon unique in my experience is the fact there are
no side roads and no driveways, just trees, gravel, pavement, and other riders.
The
torque and dynamics of the Sportster made the ride a blast, gearing down for
the corners then coming onto the throttle at the apex of the turn, shifting up
into third and occasionally fourth, only to release the throttle and gear down
for the next turn.
You
spend a lot of time down shifting and braking, leaning and accelerating and I
can see why the guys and gals on crotch rockets enjoy posting their fast trips
on Youtube.
As a
paramedic I have seen what happens when a biker loses traction, and have
treated road rash more than twice, so while I had a ton of fun taming the
Dragon, I made sure to respect this unfamiliar stretch of blacktop and so that
some of Max didn’t wind up on the Tree of Shame, or worse.
Chilhowee
to Pigeon Forge
The
Dragon just kind of ends without fanfare and the curves straighten out as Rte
129 takes you West towards Chilhowee.
I left
129 and the Dragon behind and headed North on another section of the Foothills
Parkway through Happy Valley, and while I had no set destination in mind other
than Gatlinburg, Pigeon Forge is where I ended up after transiting through
Townsend and Wears Valley.
The Parkway
ride was clear and sunny and the roads wide and winding compared to my 11 miles
on the Dragon.
I
stopped at Smokey Mountain Harley Davidson in Pigeon Forge to browse and take a
couple of pictures, and picked up a long sleeved shirt and a couple of poker
chips as I usually do, then headed back to Gatlinburg hungry, thirsty, a little
bit tired and a little bit sad it was over.
I
dropped my clothes off at the laundromat, trekked down to Howard’s and had a
drink and ordered supper, headed back to put my clothes in the dryer 45 minutes
later, then went back to Howard’s and ate my ribs. After supper was done I went
and got my laundry then back to the hotel to pack for the start of the ride
home the next day.
When I
got off Max at the hotel that evening Max’s speedometer showed I had travelled
1985 miles since I left home. They were 1985 fantastic miles. Despite the rain.
May trip - Leg Two to mile 1985 Charlotte to Gatlinburg
After
packing up the bike I headed over to Stewart Haas Racing in Kannapolis, about a
ten minute drive from the hotel. Holy fucking cool.
I’ve
been a Tony Stewart fan since his rookie year in 1999, the same year my driver
at the time Ernie Ervan announced his retirement. Getting to see the shop and
store was very cool to say the least.
The ride
from Kannapolis to Maggie Valley NC was mostly uneventful until I made it to
the foothills of the Smokey Mountains. Then the rain started. Again. This time,
with lightening. I had four days of good weather prior so I guess I was due. Back
on with the rain gear and the full face helmet, and off I went to Maggie Valley.
The
Wheels through Time museum was unlike anything I have ever experienced and not
what I expected at all when Mike at Colonial HD gave me the heads up about the
place.
When you
hear the word museum you get an image of polished surfaces, bright lights, and
well, shiny stuff. Not so much in Maggie valley.
A lot of
what is on display has been donated from people who have found things buried,
covered, and hidden in basements, storage spaces and barns, the latter of which
led to the creation of the TV show “What’s in the barn”.
In spite
the darkness (often a photographer’s foe) the ambiance of the place was
warming, and rust, debris, and seemingly haphazard manner in which stuff was
placed, the museum takes on an aura of its own, almost like a massive sculpture
that is spread over thousands of square feet and two stories.
A lot of
the images I captured turned out less optimal than I would have preferred due
to lighting, space, object location, and lens options, but after sitting and editing
them I realize they are a true representation of the Wheels through Time
experience.
If you’re
planning a trip anywhere remotely close to Maggie Valley, take the time to go
to the Wheels through Time museum. It’s an experience you won’t want to miss.
After an
hour or so at the museum I fueled up and headed out for the last segment of the
day, through the foothills of the Smokey Mountains to Maryville TN. Five
minutes after heading out the rain and thunder started; this time I was smart
enough to keep the rain gear on. And I mis-navigated once more, ending up in
Wilton Springs, not anywhere I had planned to be.
The Foothills
Parkway
After refueling
and reviewing my location on a wall map at the gas station and having a chat
with an old guy also on a fuel stop (who pointed out I’m not the only person
who ends up here asking for directions because signage is poor) re-planned my
route and headed for Gatlinburg.
The ride
from Wilton Springs to Gatlinburg took me onto one of the finished sections of
the Foothills Parkway, a really scenic drive with a canopy of tree branches
overhead, and smooth twisting blacktop surrounded by forest.
Over the
course of next three days I would ride other sections of the Foothills Parkway
and if they ever finish it from one end to the other, it will be another to do
ride for bikers coming to the area.
Gatlinburg
Rte 321 W
junctions with Rte 441 S at the Eastern boundaries of Gatlinburg and after
riding from one end of town to the other, I stopped at a garage to ask if there
was a Motel 6 or Super 8 nearby. The hillbilly behind the register must have
thought I was speaking in Korean because he just looked at his friend with a
Huh? kind of look, so I repeated my question in a reformatted and much simpler manner
and asked for the nearest cheap motel. Pretty much the same response except
this time with what sounded like “I unt no”, so I thanked them for their kind
hospitality and for being so helpful, turned Max around and drove 100 feet to
the Days Inn and
checked
in.
Days Inn
Gatlinburg isn’t much different than many Days Inns I’ve been in, and it served
its purpose well as a base of operations for the next couple of days.
Riding
makes me hungry. And thirsty. Thankfully, Gatlinburg has everything a biker
needs in as many flavours as your little heart desires, so after quenching my
thirst while unloading Max and hanging my gear up to dry I headed on foot to
see what there was to see in Gatlinburg and find myself a decent gluten free
meal. And I found it at Howard’s steakhouse, but only after I stumbled across
Sugarlands Distillery.
Sugarlands
Distillery
When I
made the plan for the trip I had hoped to find myself at a Moonshine distillery
so I could legally sample some shine. I didn’t however think I would find it on
the main street in the middle of downtown Gatlinburg and across the road from Ripley’s
Believe it or Not.
Bordered
on one side by the entrance to Gatlinburg’s most booming industry – paid parking
lots and the Skylift on the other, Sugarlands is a moonshine distillery clothing
and merchandise store in combination with hourly entertainment in the form of an
hourly moonshine tasting event.
So when
the young man standing behind the octagon bar asked who in the crowd wanted to
sample some moonshine I volunteered, and over the next 45 minutes or so, he
proceeded to tell the crowd about each one of the NINE different types of
moonshine Sugarlands had to offer, and proceeded to pour each of us a 1/3 shot
of each that we all tossed back as a group after his story of its medicinal
benefits and uses in recipes from all meals including breakfast pancakes and as
a bacon marinade to an after dessert aperitif.
It was a
ton of fun and highly entertaining, however it is apparent from the feeling of
my head the next day, Moonshine gives me a headache. One that lasts all damn
day.
Howard’s
Steaks
During
my three nights in Galtlinburg I ate all three suppers at Howard’s Steaks. The
ribs were fantastic, the rum was delicious, and the tales from the staff about
life in Tennessee, the major heroin and meth problems of the region, employees
who just walk out before their shift is over, and others who come back to give
a hand in the aftermath despite having plans made the Howard’s experience worth
repeating. The steaks are great and the ribs are fantastic. The prices were
reasonable unlike some of the other menus I read along the street.
I slept
well that night knowing the next day I’d be slaying the Dragon, weather permitting.
May trip leg One - Halifax to Charlotte NC
In May this year I did a fifteen day road trip from Halifax NS to Gatlinburg TN and back, over 3950 miles on a Harley Davidson 1200 Sportster. Here is Leg one of the journey.
As is typical for all my road trips to the US, the first two days are spent getting from home through New England, and also as is usual it rained like hell from Fredericton to Calais which completely threw havoc into my travelling plans as I had intended to ride another two hours to Bangor.
As everyone knows who has gone on a multi-day adventure on two wheels, not making it to your established destination can have an major effect on your trip and your plans for subsequent days, which in my case it meant not getting to places I had planned to be and getting stuck paying for accommodations you can’t get a refund for. Damn Expedia deals. Instead of plodding on to Bangor in the rain and nearing dusk I checked into the Calais Motor Inn and started my dismantling routine.
Yes, a Sportster. Her name is Max.
She has a detachable windshield and backrest, crash bar with
highway pegs, a set of stacking backrest bags, leather saddlebags, a touring
saddle with a detachable gel cushion, a backpack, and a pillow. Once she’s
all loaded Max is a formidable touring partner. She’s a little light for the
highway on windy days, but fun as hell the rest of the time.
As is typical for all my road trips to the US, the first two days are spent getting from home through New England, and also as is usual it rained like hell from Fredericton to Calais which completely threw havoc into my travelling plans as I had intended to ride another two hours to Bangor.
My camera
gear is strategically placed in the top section of the stacking bag set which
gives me easy access to it when I stop, and enabling me to take it off first
when I arrive wherever it is I land. The windshield comes off next, followed by
my backpack and pillow, then the bottom part of the stacking section which I
have learned to leave still attached to the backrest and take off as one unit.
The
saddle bags mount under the seat, so all it takes is to remove the seat screw and
pull them out. It’s about a 20 minute process depending on the distance from my
room to the bike and the ability to use a luggage mover.
The
Calais Motor Inn is not a bad place and the bar has decent food, especially
their gluten free pizza which was a total surprise and well deserved treat
after riding in shit weather all day. And they have a decent enough dark rum.
Day two
was spent in not much better weather, but the scenery was better along the
midcoast of Maine. Along the way I met and old guy in Kittery who proudly told me
of his 90,000 miles on his Goldwing, and how he has since traded it in for
a scooter.
I've
said it before and I know I’ll say it again; a Harley will attract virtually
everyone from little kids to old men. And the stories the latter will tell.
I’m not
a fan of a GPS and consider it just one more distraction to process while
navigating so I go old school and plan ahead. Day three made me reconsider my
opinion temporarily because between construction detours, traffic, and
impending darkness I mis-navigated after a fuel stop and ended up off track,
spending the night in East Milford NJ and double paying for another motel.
The
weather cleared overnight and Day 4 took me to Richmond Va., starting on I 95
as far as Wilmington and onto US 301. That route took me across the northern
third of Delaware and the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, and down the centre of
Maryland.
US 301 crosses
the Potomoc River via the Harry W Nice Bridge, and the ride continued not to
disappoint, ending just after supper in the Red Roof Inn in Richmond.
The redneck in me started to buzz the next morning as I headed out towards Charlotte, knowing that night was the Nascar truck race and All Star Race qualifying. The buzz was short lived and replaced by another when I saw the sign for Colonial Harley Davidson in Prince George, so I took the exit, asked for directions, and landed in the parking lot a little after 1000.
As soon as I walked in the door I said “Holy Shit”: Colonial HD has by far the most loaded showroom I have ever seen, bar none. Somewhere around fifty bikes all lined up by class, Sportsters, Dynas, Softtails, Baggers, row after row, tire after tire; it was a lot to take in. My heart was going pitterpat in a good way.
Colonial
HD is also home to some of the nicest folks I’ve ever met in HD land. I no
sooner had got my breath back when I was met by Mike, who after finding out
where I was from, what I was doing, and where I was heading pointed me in the
direction of the newly arrived limited edition Wounded Warrior T-shirt’s and
helmet stickers to support veterans living with PTSD.
The
t-shirt is by far the most comfortable of all my Harley T-shirts and the
sticker has its pride of place on my helmet
He also
told me about the Wheels through Time museum in Maggie Valley NC, told me what
it was about and we agreed, I needed to stop. More to come.
As
always I ask for permission to take a few shots and hand over my business card
and after getting the go ahead took a couple of dozen shots inside and out.
As I was
packing up my gear a guy walks up and introduces himself as Jim. Turns out he’s
the owner, and we start chatting about where I’m from (coincidentally not far
from where his wife grew up) and where I was headed, how long he’s owned the
dealership, and where he has yet to ride in North America. It’s a short list.
If you
want to be treated like family, stop in at Colonial HD. It was one of the first
(and in my top ten) highlights of a very highlight filled trip.
The rest
of the day was spent cruising through the Va. Countryside, down Rte 15 to
Danville where I met Michelle on her 76 Electraglide (1200 panhead).
She was
heading for an antique bike show and shine / swap meet and apparently drinking
beer from a can in a Koozie, which I didn’t realize until she came out of the
store with a box of cans of Busch beer, put them in her cooler box on the back
of the bike, and replaced the one that was in her Koozie with a fresh one,
placed it in her handlebar holder and rode off.
The rest
of the trip was uneventful highway driving in mid-nineties heat and I pulled
into the Microtel Inn and Suites in Kannapolis late in the afternoon.
After I unloaded the bike I headed over to Charlotte Motor Speedway for the Qualifying race and the Nascar truck race.
After I unloaded the bike I headed over to Charlotte Motor Speedway for the Qualifying race and the Nascar truck race.
I spent
the most of the next day just lazing around and went to the All Star Race that
afternoon. If you've ever experienced a Nascar race live, you know it's the experience you go for, not the race.
Little Big Town played a concert in the infield, Kid Rock heard I was in town and came to say Hi, there were rednecks galore, a ton of fun was had, and Denny Hamlin won the race
Little Big Town played a concert in the infield, Kid Rock heard I was in town and came to say Hi, there were rednecks galore, a ton of fun was had, and Denny Hamlin won the race
Knowing
what I know now I’d have rented a car because I ended up having to sit in
traffic and ride for over an hour in the dark, which I hate doing even when I
know where I’m at.
When I
finally made it back I ordered a gluten free pizza from Domino’s, which served
as a great late night snack and a decent breakfast as well. After I picked the olives off.
Sunday
was a rest day and I basically just hung around the hotel chatting with people
who were there for the race, drank some rum, and watched a little TV. Leg two of
my trip would start in the morning.
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