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The wind was blowing a snow filled gale outside the high mountain lodge, but inside around the large fireplace all was warm and secure. The adults were passing a bottle as they related tales of adventures and daring. A pause, and in the ensuing silence as people stared into the crackling logs, a small child's voice broke the fire's hypnotic spell.

"Tell us again, aunt Lauri, how your best friend tried to wack you over your gambling debt..........."

___________________________________

A hit over my gambling debts ?... No, not exactly, but that did get your attention, no ?

*******

In the waning days of my time in Washington I tried to get in as much tourist activities as I could in places that would be shortly closed off to me forever when I turned in my badges and clearances.
Like, I had to see the back room collections in the National Gallery, of the Natural History Museum; I had to climb the stairs of the Washington Monument---arrange special tours for family and friends of the White House. A whole 'bucket list' of things to do and to check off -
But probably the most unusual on that list was not exactly one of my own choice.

I have a driving passion for history, especially all things early radio. Ever since my first visit to the US Naval radio station NSS at Annapolis years ago I have been captivated by what was its million watt transmitter, its Helix House and attendant buildings (all gone now)- the 1200 foot center tower of a Goliath antenna array surrounded by its 'shorter' 600 foot Eliffel towers--- then there was the mystery "fish pond"-which was a large overgrown ornate pool with copper fountains....

"What was that for ?" I was asked

"It was the evaporative cooling pond for the massive Paulson Arc Converters- the powerful early successors of spark gap transmitters."


Today all that remains are three of those early towers, preserved as historical memories of days past.... 600 foot monuments to long wave radio from the 1930's- totally awesome to seen from a distance on Greenbury Point but really overwhelming when seen from their bases.... the space beneath each could easily accomodate a good size house and lot.
Huge concrete blocks- counter weighs that once supported massive wire arrays now sit in between the tower legs.

On one visit to the site a Naval lieutenant said---

"Cables used to run clear up to the top over each tower from those blocks, then over massive sheave wheels to control the weight on the towers- counter weights, or shock absorbers, for a huge wire array"

And ---

"You can still see plenty of names and dates scratched into those wheels and in the towers themselves if you look carefully- pre =World War Two stuff..... want to see it for yourself ?"

"You're serious??" I replied staring up right thru the centre of a tower.

No !!" was my reply

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That was a few years ago. Since then my good friend reminded me of the offer to see the world form atop one of those towers. We are talking open ladders, nightmare ganteries, pre OSHA safety rules.........


"Are you crazy?" was my response, but still she persisted.

"I'll climb it with you" she said "we can do it....and think, if we take a 2 metre hand held along what that could do from up there"
She broke me down

"Ok, but if I chicken out half way up you'll not hold it against me !"

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My whole office staff made the appropriate calls , (my "staff"- of one, Cindy, that is--- I was small potatoes)
added;
"Its all arranged... we are to be there on the ------- at 9 AM to meet with a crew who are working on some aircraft warning lights"

"Wait !" I said "What's this "We ??!"

"Oh, and We may have a television station there too !!"




----------------------------------To be continued


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Well dang, Lauri! Just as the story was gaining speed along with a touch of suspense as I sat here trying to anticipate what would happen next…

Then “To be continued” flashes across the screen!

How do you expect me to get to sleep tonight? I’m sitting on the edge of my chair!!! Please don’t wait too long for the next installment…

73, Dave K4EET
 

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The wind was blowing a snow filled gale outside the high mountain lodge, but inside around the large fireplace all was warm and secure. The adults were passing a bottle as they related tales of adventures and daring. A pause, and in the ensuing silence as people stared into the crackling logs, a small child's voice broke the fire's hypnotic spell.

"Tell us again, aunt Lauri, how your best friend tried to wack you over your gambling debt..........."

___________________________________

A hit over my gambling debts ?... No, not exactly, but that did get your attention, no ?

*******

In the waning days of my time in Washington I tried to get in as much tourist activities as I could in places that would be shortly closed off to me forever when I turned in my badges and clearances.
Like, I had to see the back room collections in the National Gallery, of the Natural History Museum; I had to climb the stairs of the Washington Monument---arrange special tours for family and friends of the White House. A whole 'bucket list' of things to do and to check off -
But probably the most unusual on that list was not exactly one of my own choice.

I have a driving passion for history, especially all things early radio. Ever since my first visit to the US Naval radio station NSS at Annapolis years ago I have been captivated by what was its million watt transmitter, its Helix House and attendant buildings (all gone now)- the 1200 foot center tower of a Goliath antenna array surrounded by its 'shorter' 600 foot Eliffel towers--- then there was the mystery "fish pond"-which was a large overgrown ornate pool with copper fountains....

"What was that for ?" I was asked

"It was the evaporative cooling pond for the massive Paulson Arc Converters- the powerful early successors of spark gap transmitters."


Today all that remains are three of those early towers, preserved as historical memories of days past.... 600 foot monuments to long wave radio from the 1930's- totally awesome to seen from a distance on Greenbury Point but really overwhelming when seen from their bases.... the space beneath each could easily accomodate a good size house and lot.
Huge concrete blocks- counter weighs that once supported massive wire arrays now sit in between the tower legs.

On one visit to the site a Naval lieutenant said---

"Cables used to run clear up to the top over each tower from those blocks, then over massive sheave wheels to control the weight on the towers- counter weights, or shock absorbers, for a huge wire array"

And ---

"You can still see plenty of names and dates scratched into those wheels and in the towers themselves if you look carefully- pre =World War Two stuff..... want to see it for yourself ?"

"You're serious??" I replied staring up right thru the centre of a tower.

No !!" was my reply

___________________________________

That was a few years ago. Since then my good friend reminded me of the offer to see the world form atop one of those towers. We are talking open ladders, nightmare ganteries, pre OSHA safety rules.........


"Are you crazy?" was my response, but still she persisted.

"I'll climb it with you" she said "we can do it....and think, if we take a 2 metre hand held along what that could do from up there"
She broke me down

"Ok, but if I chicken out half way up you'll not hold it against me !"

____________________________________

My whole office staff made the appropriate calls , (my "staff"- of one, Cindy, that is--- I was small potatoes)
added;
"Its all arranged... we are to be there on the ------- at 9 AM to meet with a crew who are working on some aircraft warning lights"

"Wait !" I said "What's this "We ??!"

"Oh, and We may have a television station there too !!"




----------------------------------To be continued




Lauri :sneaky:
As a renowned writer myself... You are such a good writer. So engaging. You go girl.
 
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The morning of the climb had arrived.

Cindy checked the equipment we were told to bring along
"Steel toe'd boots"
"Jump suits"
..... leather work gloves etc.

"They will give us helmets and safety harnesses when we get there"
(In the days leading up to this Cindy had become an official climber too)

By this time my resolve was really fading but I was keeping a stiff upper lip. Cindy had gotten all three of us these 'cute, fashionable' female form -fitting jump suits (she called them 'cute' )... and they were in an oh-so very fashionable international orange.

"Where in world did you get these ?!" asked Barbi "The Bureau of Prisons ?"
"We are Not, and I mean we are NOT-- going to wear them until we get to the tower" I said-
"Geeeez, we'd look like we escaped from a chain gang."

At the site we met the tower crew, a bunch of serious guy's who were both amused with what we were up to, puzzled how we managed to get permission to do this, and yet very cautiously protective for our safety.

"Ok ladies" said the chief, smiling as he looked us over- in our new jump suits (we looked like a three traffic cones.)
"That safety belt needs to be tighter Miss"

__________________________________________________

By now we were being surrounded by curious on lookers- with more arriving by the minute. Several young naval officers were becoming especially entranced with young Cindy.
Quite the crowd - all here to see these strange women with their mysterious connections in the government, who were about to climb this radio tower.

"Good grief, Cindy, who all did you tell about this ?" I said
"That fellow over there looks like a coroner" joked a sailor.

We were given instructions on how clip into the safety cable, and how to use the personal radios given to each of us. These were vox operated UHF units that fastened to our harnesses. They had ear phone/mic combination that allowed for hands-free operation.

"Every one of us has one " said the chief indicating his crew, "if you need help we are right here."
Then one of these guys clipped into the static cable and went scurrying up the ladder-way on the side of the tower. In what seemed only moments he announced he was at the top.

"You go ahead Lauri" said Barbi

"You aren't chickening out ?" I replied

____________________________________________________

But in reality it was me that was going limp-knee'd.
The climb wasn't hard, though the ladder was steep and I had to pause occasionally to catch my breath. I thought I was doing fine - that is, until I looked down !
I quickly made it to the first landing at 200 feet, but by now my legs shaking so much it was plain this was to be my limit. A few minutes later, the two monkeys Barbi and Cindy scamper'd up beside me.

"This is so awesome ! " said Cindy, skipping about the gantry, taking in the view.

Some 200 feet above the Chesapeake Bay it is awesome indeed !.... To the west spreads out the city of Annapolis; at our feet wound the Severn River. Across the Severn was Tolley Point, while swing'ing further around, the river opens into the Bay. Large container ships lay at anchor in the Roads awaiting orders to proceed, while others under power headed into Baltimore harbour. Looking east was the length of the eastern shore, and further north there's the Bay Bridge- several miles in length- to Kent Island.... with strings of car slightly visible as they traversed between the eastern and western shores. From the tower's top I felt I would be able to see Baltimore ..... But...

"You go ahead Lauri" said Cindy, breaking the spell

"Sorry sister, but this is it for me " I replied.

Though totally absorbed in the panorama, I was white-knuckle gripping the thin railing of that rusty, ancient old 1930's perch. Through the grating I was standing on I could see nothing but space beneath me.
Hmmmm--- still, and all the same, this view was worth that climb.

As Barbi inched pass me I said
"Here dear, you take the pack " I said, "and go ahead.....I'll wait here"

The pack held a camera, binoculars --- and our two metre hand held radio........



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To be continued............



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When we last left our heroine she was staring at the horizon spread out below her feet, her two companions now safely atop the tower, were taking photo's .

I was feeling a little silly with my tower fears.... but driving over tall spindly bridges its worse. A shrink once told me it wasn't all that uncommon- gephyrophobia its called- fear of tall spindly bridges-- but common or not, it was embarrassing. I climb mountains, rappel into caves, scale down hundred foot cliffs- Hell, I am almost a Mountain Goat in SOTA (Summits on the Air)---yet this tower thing had reduced me to jelly.... maybe I should take a chill pill and....

"SH*T !!! ---- LOOK OUT !!! "
"FALLING PACK !"
"OH SH*T !!! LAURI , LAURI ! ---- ROCK ! ---ROCK !"
(remember those UHF radios? this went off right in my left ear)

Any climber will know the meaning of those last two words. Instant death is plummeting towards your head.
*** Don't look up ! ***

That jumped me out of my spacey -sky gazing revelry !
I made a dive for a massive side leg of the tower, pulled myself as flat against it and as small as I could. Its amazing how that instantly cured my "gephyrophobia !"

There was a brief whirling sound above, like the wings of a huge raptor- followed by a sharp crack as the pack exploded against a girder directly over my head.
Amid the shattered pieces of a Nikon camera and Zeiss binoculars swirled my Icom HT. I was seeing $ signs even before they hit the ground.
For several moments silence reign'd.

"Lauri, are you ok ? " - it was Barbi

"Ladies, is anyone hurt ?" - this was the crew chief

Ever get the wind knocked out of you only to have people immediately ask you if you are alright-- and you can barely collect your thoughts let alone answer coherently ?

"Yes, yes, I'm fine....Your aim was off a bit"
..........and to the tower crew-- "Guess we won't get a return invitation any time soon, huh ?"

___________________________________

Back on the ground everything was cool. The camera and binocular (pieces) were gathered up and given to us. The radio wasn't found.

"That is why we put those warning pylons all around the tower- to warn people to stay out from under the fall zone"
"Heck ladies, don't feel bad. We've dropped worst things"

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Did you figure out what v = ±√(2gy + vi2) is ?
Hint: it calculates the velocity of falling objects.

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Back in skirts and heels, we shook hands and posed for photographs.
Then to the tower crew we gave 'thank you' of bottles of Jack Daniels and dinner gift certificates to a classy Annapolis restaurant.

"This has been a full morning" I said - "Now off to lunch !"

___________________________________

Oh, that Icom HT--- an interesting twist there, Look for epilogue in these forums, maybe ?



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