Titan Missile Museum

Our next stop was the Titan Missile Museum.  I was moderately interested upon entering and completely fascinated while there.  This is a great museum.

A poster that gave insight into why we “needed” to have enough weapons to completely destroy the USSR fifty times over.

Some good artifacts.
Hint to person from the past:  I don’t know if that outfit would help very much.
Alas, not the proper orientation.  But here’s what you need to do to launch the missile.
These safes were where the instructions were kept.  Each shift changed out the locks.
I found the deactivation part quite interesting, especially the part about leaving the silos exposed.
We saw a video of the missiles being launched before heading out to the site.  The launches were test launches and all 42 hit their mark.  I’m wondering if at twelve million 1960 dollars apiece, we couldn’t have just called it good at say, ten missiles tested.
Our tour guide was Hans (on the left.)  Hans opened by telling us he did have an accent and it was a German accent.  He further informed us that he could give us a tour without an accent, but he would have to talk in German.  I greatly enjoyed Hans.
Pointing out various parts of the missile.
First look at the missile.
The hole was cut in the top as part of the treaty.  This is the only missile and silo remaining, so there needed to be a way to show it was  not operational.  When they cut the hole, they had to leave it above ground for a month so the Russian satellites could see it.
A different kind of “duck and cover.” This duck and cover was to see the missile through the glass.
Silo door information.
To the right you can see the concrete blocks that keep the cover from opening completely.  This is part of the treaty.  A cover that does not open all the way is unable to launch the missile.
Hans and the concrete blocks.
Going into the silo.
Inside the silo. Notice the thick walls, ready to withstand bombardment.
In the control room.
Everything in the silo is suspended on springs to help it survive a missile bombardment.  The control room itself is a giant birdcage with massive springs suspending it.
The file cabinet with the codes along with launching equipment.
Clock showing Greenwich Mean Time.
This clock is your local time.
Walking through the hallways.
Looking at the Silo.
“No Lone Zone” meant that at least two people had to be in this area together.  This was standard throughout the silo.
The eyewash in this station expired in March of 1984
Another great example of the springs.
Should you need to decontaminate…
Some protective gear.
To enter the silo, you had to read a code to the current crew.  Upon entering, you had to burn the code and drop the ashes into this red can.
All the missile sites around Tuscon.
The “protection through power” motto was all over the missiles.  I find the “protection through power” motto quite amusing. And convenient, for defense contractors.
The museum’s official title.
One of five radio towers.

The Arid Garden

For the first few days of spring break I took a quick trip to visit my dad and his wife Barb in Green Valley, Arizona.  We began my visit with breakfast at the Arizona Family Restaurant.  After that, it was off to see the Green Valley Arid Garden.  

The Arid Garden is on one acre in one of the many housing developments in Green Valley.

I enjoyed the selection of plants and the very clear tags for each plant.
Some desert color.
A very apt name.
Good texture.
I loved these.  They looked like they had leaves,
and gave the overall appearance of feathery flight,
But they actually were quite spiky.
It was spring, so we saw some color.  I was told that once the rains come, there is more.
These dry beds are all over, ready to channel the water where it should go.
Old, dead, saguaro cactus.
From the back, you can see that it is quite rickety.
On closer inspection, wires are holding the entire structure together.
This big cactus doesn’t look spiky, but I managed to prick my finger on it and it was a bloody experience.
Easter was upon us.
Watch out for Javelinas.

Early morning walk

I walked along the beach to “downtown” Mazanita and took some pictures along the way.

My favorite house on the beach.
This sign is along the accessible walk to the ocean. I am interested in history and so I did push the button, but nothing happened. Someone later suggested that it was some sort of over developed counter and perhaps they just were interested in the number of people interested in history?
A lovely mural on the side of the house. The owner, back from a walk on the beach, caught me taking a picture.

Dogs on the beach

Four dogs came to visit Spindrift: Deborah & Val’s Tuly, Amy’s Gunnis and Mac, and Stephen and Jim were dog sitting Clementine. As you can imagine, all dogs had a good time, what with all the smells and the sand and the running and the other dogs. Here Guiness (dark fur, blue coat) Tuly (blond fur, blue coat) and Mac (white fur, red and grey coat) check out another dog who is also happy to be on the beach.

Tuly has just finished sniffing the beer bottle. This bottle was referred to in conversation the night before as in “we walked all the way to the beer bottle leaning against a log.” When I noticed it, I confirmed that it was the very same bottle mentioned before and it was. In the background: an ostentatious house which will most likely be swept away someday.

6 July. Five pictures from my Washington DC trip.

My flight didn’t leave until 5:30 pm and Sara nicely offered to drive me to the airport which meant we had time to do a bit more sightseeing. Jess came along too. We took a trip to Oxon Hill Farm where we wandered a bit and had a chance to take this senior portrait.
Here we are violating the rule “don’t touch any farm animals.” I thought it was a dumb rule.
Post farm, we drove into Baltimore because Jess heard that the Pizza was quite good at BOP Brick Oven Pizza. It was, but you know what else was good? The gelato shop down the street. I’ve not had gelato before–figuring that if you can have ice cream, why have gelato? Today I found my answer. It was de-lic-ious! Pitango gelato. Go there if you can. I had chocolate noir and creme fraishe which I recommend.
While in the gelato shop Sara saw a woman with a great hat. As we wandered through the shopping area I spied the very same hat in a hat store. We went in to look at the various great hats and chatted with the clerk, who was much nicer than the clerk in the clothes shop down the street who ignored us, which is why I don’t like to go into fancy clothes shops, aside from the fact that they don’t make clothing in my size. Anyway, this clerk was quite friendly and Sara bought a hat. “Would you like to wear it,” he asked, “so others can see it and come in here just as you did?” he asked. She said yes and she did.

On our way to the airport, we saw this billboard. I really liked what I saw of Baltimore and I would like to explore it more someday.
Because my navigation skills are good, but not superb, we got to drive through a good chunk of Baltimore. This was okay in my book because I wasn’t really excited about getting to the airport. We also got to play Sara’s “identify the denomination of the church” game which I’m not so good at, but is fun. We eventually got to the airport and posed for one last picture, with Sara in her new hat. Fetching, isn’t it?
I then entered the hell of airports, as evidenced by this incident. I was waiting in a line that was not moving and witnessed a woman in an American Airlines uniform, with an American Airlines lanyard and American Airlines ID tell a man, “I would love to help you, but I don’t work for American Airlines.”

I hate airlines.

So if someone could get to work on that transponder, I would be ever so happy.

Minus the airplanes it was a great trip. I came home proud to be an American.