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Rev. Dr. Monte Canfield

Rev. Dr. Monte Canfield
Location
Newcomerstown, Ohio, USA
Birthday
December 28
Title
Rev. Dr. Monte Canfield
Company
Retired
Bio
Retired Protestant Pastor and Theologian, jointly credentialed in the United Church of Christ and the Moravian Church. Education: BA, MA, M.Div, Thd. Public Service: NY State Office of Executive Development, Management Intern; Federal Exec. Branch: Executive Office of the President, Budget Examiner, Bureau of the Budget; Interior, Director of Energy and Minerals, Bureau of Land Management; Non Profit: Ford Foundation, Deputy Director, Energy Policy Project; Congressional: Director, Office of Special Projects; Director, Division of Energy and Materials, General Accounting Office; Private industry: Vice President, Grow Group, Inc.; Chief Executive Officer, US Paint; Owner, the Energy Center, St. Louis. Christian service: Pastor, First Congregational UCC, Ottawa, Illinois; Pastor, St. Paul's UCC, Port Washington, Ohio; Pastor, Moravian Church, Gnadenhutten, Ohio.

Rev. Dr. Monte Canfield's Links

Memoirs and Biographical (also see Motorcycling Memories)
Musical Tribute Essays, Playlists, Videos
Motorcycling Memories
The Christian Calendar Series
Essays on the Exodus and the Ten Commandments
Reflections on Faith
FEBRUARY 21, 2010 10:51PM

Motorcycle Memories: Oh Deer! Part Three

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[You just never know what you will come across in the mountains.]


This short series is for Mishima666, who has waited longer than I promised he would.

The tease:

June 24, 2005 Day Planner entry, after the fact: "Hit deer - totaled bike - ended at Trauma Unit, UVA Hosp, Charlottsville, 2 1/2 days - bad scene all around."


What you may have missed:

Part One: http://open.salon.com/blog/monte_canfield/2010/02/19/motorcycling_memories_oh_deer_part_one

Part Two: http://open.salon.com/blog/monte_canfield/2010/02/20/motorcycle_memories_oh_deer_part_two

 


Wednesday, June 22, 2005

This vacation week was not like our normal touring weeks where we would routinely put 250 to 350 miles a day on the bikes. We were exploring a small geographic area and Sue's birthday was coming up on Friday. We had decided before we left home that we were going to take it easier than usual. So, having had a busy Tuesday, we slowed way down, slept fairly late, had breakfast and spent an hour cleaning the bikes after riding in the rain on Tuesday.

The skies were mostly cloudy clearing to partly cloudy as the day progressed. Temps were in the mid 70s, perfect for leisurely riding. In late morning we left Marlinton heading east on WVA39 to WVA28, the first valley road over the first mountain. We headed north up a lovely valley with the mountains tight on both sides.

At WVA66 we took a left and found ourselves climbing rapidly up a very tight road that followed a stream toward the higher mountains. The road leveled out a bit and we came to what was originally a large meadow but was now the well restored remnant of a company lumbering town.

A rail line ran in front of the large Company Store which was on the lower floor of a set of two large barracks which composed the "home" of the single men who worked in and from the town. Further down the street and around the corner was a row of small identical houses, the homes of the married managers and bosses. 

We had found the company town of Cass, now known as Cass Scenic Railroad State Park.

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[Sue and our bikes in the Cass parking lot. The two large adjoining barracks houses is seen in the back.]

The town existed until the mountains around had been stripped totally of salable timber. The railroad was built up to the point where the logging began. The heavy Shay steam engines were designed to bring the heavy loads down to the valley where they could be sawn into smaller logs which were then hauled by trucks and mules to regular railroad cars in the lower valleys.

When the lumber ran out, including the second growth stands which could be harvested for making pulp, so did the owners. By 1960 the site was abandoned. The state eventually bought the site and the railroad and slowly is building it up to be an important tourist attraction. Several rail rides to three different destinations are popular and it is a nice family destination.

For those who would like more than a day trip the company houses have been refurbished and can be rented as cabins for those who want to get a better feel of what it was like living in a "company town."

A Wikipedia article does a good job detailing the history of the site and the uniqueness of the locomotives at Cass.  

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cass_Scenic_Railroad_State_Park

Some additional pictures will give you a better idea of the place.

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[One of the specially geared locomotives that pushes the open sided excursion cars up the mountains.]

 

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[A closer look at the barracks building that holds the modern version of the old Company Store. A larger barracks joins this one on the right.

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[Inside the Company Store, looking at the curio and souvenir section. The store is large and has an historical section beyond this picture, and a cafe behind where I took the picture, as well as a old fashion soda fountain, next picture.]
 
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[The soda fountain area of the Company Store at Cass.]

We ate lunch at the Cafe in the store, explored some of the historical exhibits and walked around a bit, but did not take any train rides. The shortest ride was two hours and the other two were five hours. We stayed about two and a half hours and learned a great deal about the history of the place.

But we had one more place we wanted to visit before we called it a day. So having had a nice time we got back on the bikes, took one final swing around the company town and headed out of town the way we came, riding slowly down the pretty and narrow road back to the valley, enjoying the sun which was now peeking out more than it was hiding; and got back to WVA28.

From there it was only another five miles further north to a place that exists primarily due to the power of Senator Byrd to get nice federal facilities and roads for West Virginia: the Byrd National Radio Astronomy Observatory at Green Bank. With a name like that it had better be impressive. And it is.

The thing you see first as you approach the site is the world's largest steerable radio telescope. There are several other smaller radio telescopes as part of this large complex, but all the others are dwarfed by this giant.

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[The world's largest steerable radio telescope. Those tiny objects at the bottom include full size 18 wheeler trailers. A smaller telescope can be seen in the background.]

Direct access to the large telescope was only by a bus and we were told that there was no docent to give us explanations of the scope. Since the next bus would not leave for another hour we decided to spend our time in the Science Center. There was a certain irony to that for there were nice viewing telescopes on the deck and good brochures explaining the operation of the radio telescopes.

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I think we lucked out and could see much more than we would have from the bus. What we missed was the idea of being under something "big." That didn't seem much of a loss to us, especially when we went through the Center's interactive museum. That was very educational, and for us, not just for children. Or, perhaps for an hour and a half we just let our inner children out and enjoyed it.

In any case it was more fun than I thought it would be. We got to see what the telescopes "saw" through the radio frequencies, the discoveries they made and how they were able to interpret the data to draw their conclusions. It was fascinating.

A couple of web sites for those who enjoy this kind of science.

The official site: http://www.gb.nrao.edu/

Wikipedia article: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Green_Bank_Telescope

It was very late when we left Green Bank and we headed back to Marlinton on the same roads, arriving after 8 pm. We had traveled all of 72 miles!!  But we had a good time. Neither of us wanted much to eat so we rode out to Dairy Queen, had hamburgers and fries and ate Blizzards. Sadly, that was the best meal we had up to that point in Marlinton.

We were enjoyably tired and went back to the Old Clark Inn, locked up the bikes and headed for the shower. Sue decided she could sleep but I was still nowhere near sleepy so I went out to the common room, grabbed a mystery paperback and read for a few hours.

I went to bed about 1 a.m., tired, ready to sleep.  That was when a neighborhood dog started barking, waking the dogs who lived at the Old Clark. (Had I mentioned that the Old Clark is dog friendly as well as motorcycle friendly?) Sue slept through it. Eventually either the dogs quite barking or I just passed out. I don't remember. Morning came at some point.

END OF PART THREE

 

 

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You're determined to keep us guessing, aren't you . . . it's all good. Your descriptions are lush and inviting, and we'll keep coming back for more.
Not much longer, Owl. One more day of the trip, and then...............
You are a tease Monte.

I'm guessing that the "Company/Country store wasn't nearly as quaint in its first incarnation.
We saw a presentation about life there in those days from about 1900 on. "Quaint" hardly fits it, as you surmise. The men worked hard, long hours, six days a week, and there were women who came in from the neighboring areas who also lived in the barracks in separated housing. They did the cooking, washing, and cleaning, tended to the ill and wounded and worked as hard or harder. The men worked in the forests year round if the snow was not too deep, felling and hauling the lumber, built the tracks, hauled in the coal and fed the engines, built the town and then the saw mill which was one of the largest in the US at one time. The men and the women had to buy what they needed from the company store, eat their meals in the company cafeteria and seldom were able to earn enough to pay their tab in the early years. With the start of WWI many of the young men left for the war and the older men carried on. During the depression it was terrible but these overworked men and women at least had a job, food and shelter when a lot of the nation did not. But, there is no way to romanticize it. It was hell for most of them.
ah the power of pork dollars, but when the aliens come, we had to know somewhere, and w virginia is as good a place as any, and better than most. :)
And don't sell Dairy Queen too shy on a tasty, tasty meal: Warren Buffet owns it. :)
Hey, Don. I met some aliens in WVA. Well, probably not. But they looked at me like I was one. Does that count? We love Dairy Queen. In fact there is a Dairy Queen in Barnesville, Ohio, about 50 miles from here that we ride to a lot because it had the BEST hamburgers in this part of Appalachia. One of those and a Blizzard and I am in pig heaven.
That is a large telescope. Love the pix as well as your words--that lunch counter! Blast from the past!
Aw cripes. There's a winter storm blowing in from the southwest (thanks a lot, Indiana), the white crap is filling in the laneway and the *% snowplow just went by again; pretty soon we're going to have to go out there and deal with it.

Meanwhile, I'm treated to (and tormented by) this. What a trip. I surely envy you those roads and sights.

Your description of the company town -- especially in your comment -- shows how terrible working conditions must have been.

On to Part IV ... soon, I trust.
I really admire you and your wife. This sounds so fun. You can go a long way but see it more closely. This is an area I enjoyed hearing more about.
Hey what happened with that deer?
Thanks for the additional comments, everyone. I am glad that Blonde raised the issue of company towns and I got a chance to discuss that a bit more in my reply, as B1 noted. The information that they give out in their history movie and in their brochures does not try to paint a rosy picture of life in a company town. On the contrary they focus on how difficult such a life was. It was no picnic in the woods. It was a hard, hard life.

Thanks, Pilgrim. I am notoriously bad at taking the time to stop and take pictures. We have been on tours where I find when I got home I might have taken ten pictures over an entire week. But they do help and I augment the pics I take with stock photos when I can, if I have forgotten to take any. I have enjoyed going back and looking at my notes and rehearsing the trips in my mind. They jog the memories and I can see the trip plainly. Sometimes I will close my eyes and can literally "see" the trip mile after mile as it unfolded. I often do that. It keeps my memories of them fresh.

Sorry about sending a storm your way, B1. But please keep in mind that most of the time Canada is the source of our snow down here. This year has been an exception and the three big 10" snows in a row this past three weeks have all come out of the USA Southwest, which means they are heavy and wet and nasty. The lighter, fluffy, easy to deal with snows that come out of Canada are the common ones here. Plus, I saw a satellite picture of Lake Erie a couple of days ago and a third of the lake on your side is still not frozen over, which means any snow coming out of Indiana is augmented by lake effect. But you know that. This winter is a fluke, colder, more snow, more ice than I can remember since moving here in 1997.

Thanks, Kathy. Unfortunately, the deer did not make it. I have a pic of it, but will not post it when we get to the accident.

I have one more short piece to complete the week prior to the accident, which I will get up tonight or tomorrow and will follow that immediately with the accident, which will likely take more than one posting.

If I get these too long I lose readers. The bane of the blog format is that you can only push the length of any one post so much. I tend to write long anyway with lots of pondering the meaning of things so I have to watch it when it comes to how much to post at a time.

God bless, and now back to writing that last good day of the trip. Thanks for sticking with the story. I am glad it is keeping your interest.

Monte
It makes me wish I knew how to ride motorcycles. I tried to learn how to ride a moped once; it didn't go well. My question always was: how do you practice, it's not like they come with training wheels!
I'm catching up, Monte, honest!

Holy Shizz....that is one HUMONGO telescope.... Beautiful countryside, though. On to part IV
Rated.
Hey, Blue, if you can ride a bike you can ride a motorcycle. The key is to start small. And, if you can't ride a bike there are three wheel bikes in several sizes. So, where there is a will there is a way. Then again, if it makes you nervous I would not start. Safety has to be number one, and if you don't feel safe you will be timid. The Motorcycle Safety Foundation offers courses in all states and the beginner's class assumes you know nothing about riding and supplies the motorcycles, all small bikes, for learning.

Shiral, glad you are along for the ride. It gets more interesting as it goes, I promise.

Thanks,

Monte
Chugging along like an old steam engine with you.

Great pics, my friend. :-D

Rated. On to part 4.
Thanks, Bill, Just keep chugging, you'll get there.

Monte