richerso
Contributor
So today is May 18. I had to do yard work this morning. Yuck!
Anyway, after yard work was done, I was bored. Decided late in the day to drive over to CSSP to wash off the yard crud. Yea. I know. I could have taken a shower but I decided to clean up in Robert's quarry instead.
Got there late in the day just in time to watch most people/students leaving for the day. Oh well. That was probably for the best. I did one quick dip 55 mininutes 42 ft max depth. Temp on top was a balmy 72F. Nice. Temp at the bottom was 64F. The 5mm neoprene just almost wasn't enough for that temperature. I spent a lot of time hanging out around the thermocline. Visibility was a surprising 8 - 10 ft. I was pleasantly surprised.
I set off in search of the twin silos. I am fairly certain I swam past them without realizing it. I kept looking for that "drain" pipe thing that runs down the south rock wall and leads directly to the silos. I never did see the drain pipe. I even looked for the pipe on the top side and I never did see it. Am I just blind or has the pipe been removed?
In other interesting news:
On my drive over to CSSP, I almost became one of those interestingly spectacular crash accidents that you hear about on I-20 from time to time. I was about 3 miles west of Terrell. There were a number of vechicles in front of me. We were all driving 60 - 70mph. I noticed several vehicles hitting their brakes. I started to tap my brakes but then I realized that these vehicles weren't slowing. They were stopping! :11:
So I slammed on my brakes a lot harder. I still couldn't see the reason for the braking action. I could only notice that all of the cars and trucks were stopping. Okay. I am slamming on the brakes a bit harder now. Check the rear view mirror. Yep. Here comes that Ford F-250 pulling the 20' horse trailer. Nope. That guy's not stopping in time. Oh! This looks bad! Fortunately, the F-250 managed to swerve to the inside left to avoid hitting me. Seeing all of this unfold, I managed to squeeze my truck as far to the right side of my lane without hitting the large tractor trailer to my right.
It worked out alright. The F-250 slid off the left side of the road into the median but managed to maintain control and reasonably bring the truck and trailer to stop. About this time, I looked in front of me ( I am still rolling to a stop here while stomping my brake pedal ), and saw a large dog right in front of my bumper. Yep. He was just standing there. He was shocked and scared and couldn't figure out which way to run. He kind of spun around in place a few times trying to decide which way to run. My truck came to a stop within about 1 ft. of hitting him. The F-250 swerved to my left and came to a stop such that I could read the license plate on the horse trailer.
Yep. That was interesting. All vehicles involved in the melee just kind of sat stationary for a few seconds in the middle of the road. All of us drivers just kept making eye contact with each other in disbelief. The dog ran off. I finally inched forward and talked to the driver of the F-250. All human cargo was safe; but all of the occupants immediately jumped out to check on the horses in the trailer. Go figure.
And that's my CSSP report for Sunday, May 18, 2008
Anyway, after yard work was done, I was bored. Decided late in the day to drive over to CSSP to wash off the yard crud. Yea. I know. I could have taken a shower but I decided to clean up in Robert's quarry instead.
Got there late in the day just in time to watch most people/students leaving for the day. Oh well. That was probably for the best. I did one quick dip 55 mininutes 42 ft max depth. Temp on top was a balmy 72F. Nice. Temp at the bottom was 64F. The 5mm neoprene just almost wasn't enough for that temperature. I spent a lot of time hanging out around the thermocline. Visibility was a surprising 8 - 10 ft. I was pleasantly surprised.
I set off in search of the twin silos. I am fairly certain I swam past them without realizing it. I kept looking for that "drain" pipe thing that runs down the south rock wall and leads directly to the silos. I never did see the drain pipe. I even looked for the pipe on the top side and I never did see it. Am I just blind or has the pipe been removed?
In other interesting news:
On my drive over to CSSP, I almost became one of those interestingly spectacular crash accidents that you hear about on I-20 from time to time. I was about 3 miles west of Terrell. There were a number of vechicles in front of me. We were all driving 60 - 70mph. I noticed several vehicles hitting their brakes. I started to tap my brakes but then I realized that these vehicles weren't slowing. They were stopping! :11:
So I slammed on my brakes a lot harder. I still couldn't see the reason for the braking action. I could only notice that all of the cars and trucks were stopping. Okay. I am slamming on the brakes a bit harder now. Check the rear view mirror. Yep. Here comes that Ford F-250 pulling the 20' horse trailer. Nope. That guy's not stopping in time. Oh! This looks bad! Fortunately, the F-250 managed to swerve to the inside left to avoid hitting me. Seeing all of this unfold, I managed to squeeze my truck as far to the right side of my lane without hitting the large tractor trailer to my right.
It worked out alright. The F-250 slid off the left side of the road into the median but managed to maintain control and reasonably bring the truck and trailer to stop. About this time, I looked in front of me ( I am still rolling to a stop here while stomping my brake pedal ), and saw a large dog right in front of my bumper. Yep. He was just standing there. He was shocked and scared and couldn't figure out which way to run. He kind of spun around in place a few times trying to decide which way to run. My truck came to a stop within about 1 ft. of hitting him. The F-250 swerved to my left and came to a stop such that I could read the license plate on the horse trailer.
Yep. That was interesting. All vehicles involved in the melee just kind of sat stationary for a few seconds in the middle of the road. All of us drivers just kept making eye contact with each other in disbelief. The dog ran off. I finally inched forward and talked to the driver of the F-250. All human cargo was safe; but all of the occupants immediately jumped out to check on the horses in the trailer. Go figure.
And that's my CSSP report for Sunday, May 18, 2008