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Milk And Honey

Dan rec­om­mended a place to eat in Willits, so we stopped at Gribaldo’s for lunch. He actu­ally told us that he didn’t remem­ber the name of the place, but that it had a big sign that just said “DINNER” (not “diner”) and that it was in Willits across from the Taco Bell.

I was orig­i­nally going to go with a break­fast dish, but the wait­ress rec­om­mended the fish, which is locally farmed in Fort Bragg. She did not lead us wrong! Tim C and I both got the 3-​piece fish and chips, expect­ing each piece of fish to be like a roll of quar­ters. Instead, we got this:

Each piece was big­ger and thicker than a chicken breast!

Con­tin­ued to SF with a mild case of food coma after that. Got Tim C back to his place OK, though. I went home after that, and the plan was for a nap between the morn­ing and evening fes­tiv­i­ties, but unfor­tu­nately I did not have time for it if I wanted to take the bus out and not worry about park­ing and poten­tial drunk dri­ving later. Hopped in the shower and ran to the bus stop.

Met up with Aaron L, Sue L, and Gio Linh at Plouf, where I was dying to have moules et frites for the first time in for­ever! Started the night off with a Chouffe. Gio Linh appre­ci­ated the bot­tle, if not the contents:

For din­ner, I got the “prix fixe,” which was a soup or salad, moules, and a dessert. The soup was a clam chow­der. Over­all, not as good as the chow­der from Crudo, but it was inter­est­ingly spiced — there was some heat from chili oil on top. The mus­sels were great! My only com­plaint there was that I wish they gave us more broth in the bowls for dunk­ing our fries and bread. And for dessert, I had the prof­iteroles. You should have heard the waiter say it, because Gio Linh couldn’t hold back her laugh­ter. The cream puffs had ice cream instead of reg­u­lar, and the whole plate was cov­ered with a dark choco­late sauce, pis­ta­chios, and raspberries.

Unfor­tu­nately, both my bor­rowed cam­era and my phone seemed to be low on bat­ter­ies, so I did not get a lot of pic­tures, but here’s the main dish:

After that, Gio Linh went home because she’s still a baby. Aaron L and Sue L also went home because they had Bay to Break­ers in the morn­ing. I wan­dered around the cor­ner to Rick­house, where I met up with Albert T and Tim C.

Our first round:

There was a solid line out­side at this point, though, and the rain was pick­ing up, so we moved to the Bur­ritt Room to met up with Almira V, Dorothea C, and Chris H. Unfor­tu­nately, my cam­eras com­pletely died at this point, but I really like this bar. No line or cover to deal with out­side. Very chill bar area with ample seat­ing. (Yes, I’m old and I like to sit and chat with friends while I drink.) There’s a side room with music and danc­ing if you wish. And most impor­tantly, the drinks rock!

My first drink was a “Torii Toddy,” which was Japan­ese whiskey with hot chrysan­the­mum tea and some other fla­vor­ings. (It’s fun to watch the drinks made, each bar­tender has a set of 12 or so small unmarked glass bot­tles — think soy sauce bot­tles at an Asian restau­rant — of aro­mat­ics.) It doesn’t sound like it would be a good combo, but it was amaz­ing. And prob­a­bly the best self-​medication I had for the cough I had that night that was aggra­vated by our walk through the rain.

We sat around there for a while, talk­ing about our jumps and what we were going to do for next year. (Still noth­ing set yet. Any sug­ges­tions?) Then Dorothea C gave me a ride home and that was that.

Hooke's Law

If you haven’t heard, Tim C and I both man­aged to sur­vive our jumps on Sat­ur­day. Thanks again, Tim C, for join­ing me!

Because of the huge amount of media I want to attach, I’m going to break this up into a series of posts.

On Fri­day, I went to Japan­town to pick up some snacks for the ride up (Hello Pan­das for $0.50 a box at Ichiban Kan!) and wait for Tim C to get off work. Went over to his place to pick him up and we grabbed a quick din­ner at the nearby McDonald’s.

It was my first time dri­ving that far north on 101, but it was unre­mark­able for the most part. There were a lot of cops out, though. I was quite ner­vous as we passed through Wil­lets, one of the small towns that the high­way goes through and the speed limit drops to 25. A police cruiser was directly in front of me the whole time, and then quickly pulled to the shoul­der at the far end of town. I was sure he was going te pull out again behind me and light up on me, but he just busted a hard U-​turn instead.

We got to the hotel and are a bit con­cerned. We didn’t see any­one, but there was very loud music com­ing from a nearby bar, and a cop car lit up out­side of a pizza place across the park­ing lot from us. Can’t do much about any of that. though, so we go check in. The room is pretty nice, except for ants around the sink/​mini-​fridge area. Of course I get more alert as soon as we get to our room, so we play with the TV and hop on the hotel’s free wi-​fi. Put up a post and then I forced myself to go to sleep.

The meet-​up time was 7, so we got up at 6 and got ready real fast. Had some of the hotel’s com­pli­men­tary break­fast, which was sur­pris­ingly good. Besides the usual pas­tries and fruit along with cof­fee and juice, they also had hot foods, includ­ing eggs, sausage, and bis­cuits and gravy.

The drive to the jump loca­tion was quite fun. It was 21 miles and the direc­tions said it would take about 33 min­utes. It took me over 40. The path was hilly, windy and switched between two lanes and just one. There were numer­ous “Watch for [ani­mal]” signs and “No hunt­ing” signs prac­ti­cally at every turn. We saw quails, rab­bits, turkeys, a cow, and a dog cross the road. We also saw sev­eral hawks and a vul­ture fly­ing around.

Get to the jump loca­tion a lit­tle late, but Dan and the other jumpers are just stand­ing around, talk­ing. He tells me to go hide my car on a dirt path on the other side of the bridge. I actu­ally took these after the jump, but here’s what the bridge looks like from where the car was parked:

The web­site said this loca­tion was sup­posed to be 111′ high, but when we asked, Dan said he eye­balled cur­rent con­di­tions at about 107′.

We walk back to the mid­dle of the bridge and fill out a pretty exten­sive waiver, but not as long as the sky­div­ing one at Para­chute Cen­ter. Tim C asks why PG&E is on it, and Dan tells us one of the jump loca­tions is not a road bridge, but a bridge built for a PG&E pipe over a canyon. Unfor­tu­nately, PG&E re-​routed the pipeline so that bridge is no longer in use and we can ignore that portion.

Then we got our har­nesses on and started brief­ing us. The har­nesses came in two parts — the main one went around our waist with two straps secur­ing under our legs. It had a very solid metal D-​ring right at the belly but­ton. the other part was like a shoul­der hol­ster; two loops around our arms joined together in back between the shoul­der blades. In front, near the armpits, were two small loops sim­i­lar to the loop at the top of a back­pack. Here’s Tim C in his gear:

Dan designed all of his equip­ment him­self (the bungee cords them­selves, the har­nesses, and the brack­ets that keep you attached to the bridge) and they are bet­ter than mil-​spec, which in what most bungee com­pa­nies use. For instance, Dan’s bungees have round cores instead of square ones. The cores are also all Latex and have a slightly stretch­ier spring mod­u­lus than mil-​spec cords. All of his equip­ment is also backed up by his “own life on the line” guar­an­tee — he per­son­ally tests all new equip­ment before putting it on some­one else.

Here’s the best pic­ture I have of the bungee cord bundle:

And here’s a pic­ture of the bracket for the rope we use to come back up:

Unfor­tu­nately, I do not have a pic­ture of the thing he used to secure the other end of the bungee cord to the bridge itself. Just imag­ine some vel­cro straps on steroids, and you won’t be far off.

The instruc­tions were very sim­ple. First, do not touch any­thing once Dan attached us to the bungee. When you jump, it’s actu­ally a dive; you want to go out­ward from the bridge as much as pos­si­ble to avoid get­ting tan­gled up in the bungee cord. You also want to go spread eagle to both avoid get­ting the cord caught on your body (and get­ting ter­ri­ble rope-​burn) and also to min­i­mize spin. After you set­tle, he will lower a rope with a giant cara­biner at the end. You attach that to your D-​ring, and the other jumpers back on the bridge will pull you back up. He then lined us up by weight, heav­i­est first. That was our jump order so it would get eas­ier to pull as we went on. (I was sec­ond and Tim C was fourth.)

Dan would start the count­down at 5, and all jumpers join in. You jump on 1. And that was it!

True Story

Yes, that is a true story. Yet another rea­son Teddy Roo­sevelt was my favorite president.

It’s a shame the Smith­son­ian isn’t using these posters, it would def­i­nitely gen­er­ate some inter­est with the young’uns. (It’s also a shame they asked the artists to change the logo at the bot­tom to generic ones.) Thanks to Ryan M for the link.