Five years ago and twelve degrees colder – and I was out with my cameras

January 26th, 2010 was a great day. The fact that it was even colder than today’s bitter winter Monday didn’t dampen my spirits, as I was on site for the move of the Falkirk Mine’s dragline “Chief Ironsides” from the west side of Highway 83 to the east side.  I was being paid to document the occasion, as it happens very infrequently.  I’m glad I dressed in layers; while Sunday’s low in the area was -7 with a mean temp of 12, the low that day was -4 with a mean temp of -2.  I’m using the mean temperature for the title of this post.

In order for Tuesday’s dragline walk, enormous preparations had to be made. For instance, a gap in the power lines running parallel to Highway 83 had to be made. The machines are simply too tall to go under. The railroad tracks had to be covered as well.

Next, a compacted dirt road several feet thick had to be constructed. This served the purpose of protecting the paved road as well as creating a level deck for the scoop and draglines to traverse.

Crews worked from each side of Highway 83, meeting in the middle. Enormous excavators filled dump trucks, which deposited their dirt at the end of the constructed road on their side. Big dozers pushed it into place, and the biggest grader I’ve ever seen did the grooming.

A bed of shredded straw was placed on the highway prior to the dirt work, presumably to aid in the cleanup. This way the dirt wasn’t plastered onto the roadway below. I got to stand really close to where these guys were doing their dirt work, but at a safe distance. Of course I brought my hard hat, vest, and safety glasses with, and I had an escort the whole time to make sure I wasn’t in danger.

With the road complete, it was time to get the “small” stuff across. The two machines in this shot are on tracks, simply driving across instead of the meticulous “walking” of the big dragline.

This equipment is electric, running with giant extension cords that lead back to the power plant. When they need to take a trek like this, the smaller ones are powered by a generator on a trailer. The truck follows dutifully behind or beside this scoop shovel as it tracks across.

For bigger equipment such as this tracked dragline or the big Chief Ironsides, they operate tethered to their usual power source. There’s a new power cable waiting for them on the other side.

This “little” tractor isn’t so little. Its sole purpose in life is to guide the electrical cable supplying power to the big dragline. It’s got a hoop-shaped guide on the back that is used to push the cable around to where it needs to be.

Weather delayed things a bit, but we finally got going just before sunset. That made for some challenges with shooting video. Stills are one thing in low light, but HD video is another. The main shot I was set up for was a time lapse of the roadway crossing, and the light was changing on me very quickly.

It was quite dark by the time the thirteen million pound behemoth, controlled by a woman named Melody, crossed the road. There was a thick dirt road constructed across Highway 83 just for this purpose, since the dragline needs a level deck for moving. It also protected the highway from the immense weight of the machine.

There was a dedicated crew for this task; the rest of the mine’s operations didn’t skip a beat. Talk about a daunting task: close the highway, build a new road capable of handing a thirteen million pound load, get the equipment across, then remove that road…all within 24 hours. Great job, gang! That’s an impressive day’s work.

I froze myself silly, but I got the shots. I had one HD camera, tucked in the Suburban parked sideways in the median due to wind, doing the 1080p time lapse while I ran around getting other angles and video footage with a second HD camera. Of course I kept my trusty still camera bag with me at all times.  Thankfully I dressed really warm, and had a real blast!

Condolences, Dr. King. American liberals have prevented your dream

Sorry, Martin Luther King Jr.: you failed. It is with great regret that I note, on the day marking the remembrance of your life and accomplishments, that we’re the antithesis of that famous speech back in August of 1963:

“I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.”

Where are we now, almost fifty years later? Prominent black Americans such as Justice Clarence Thomas and Condoleeza Rice are treated as outcasts by “compassionate liberals” simply because they realized the American dream, and they did it without a nanny state providing it to them. It was even deemed perfectly fine by liberals to draw racial, hateful, despicable cartoons about Ms. Rice simply because she worked for the Bush administration…yet one more liberal double standard.

Colin Powell got the same treatment until he decided it was more fruitful for his personal gain to vilify Republicans and conservatives as well, and it worked to ingratiate himself with those same “compassionate liberals.”

Had Barack Obama been judged by his character and not hyped by the historic nature of his half-blackness, he wouldn’t have made it out of Chicago. Well, the cult of personality, propped up by the house organ media, actually got this fella elected. Now we’re all dealing with the Hopey-Changey result. This isn’t sour grapes, folks: the President’s policies, and the agendas of the people who have surrounded him his entire life, spell the end of the United States of America if allowed to come to fruition.

When Justice Sonia Sotomayor was going through the confirmation process, it highlighted another way in which the American left has let down Dr. King and minorities everywhere. In the Ricci v. Stefano case, firefighters were given or denied promotions based on their race and not the proficiency scores of those taking a qualification test. Liberals DO, after all, want to judge people solely on the color of their skin. Justice Sotomayor was overturned by the US Supreme Court in this matter. Sadly, this racist was later confirmed to the SCOTUS.

The “compassionate left” uses race as a way to divide people, foment anger, and then rally them toward an agenda that means none of them well. When someone like Bill Cosby comes along and appeals for the importance of character among people of color (or whatever the “politically correct” term is), they throw him under the bus and try to discredit him. How is that serving the minority community?

Rather, race has been turned into an industry, a rather lucrative one for the likes of Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton, and their ilk. These charlatans are two of the last people who would ever want racial tension to subside, since it’s racial tension that writes their rather sizeable paychecks. It’s people like them that have hijacked and usurped Martin Luther King Junior’s movement and have turned it into a perversion and a racket. I say again, the last thing people like this want is for true racial harmony, regardless of anything they may say otherwise.

Martin Luther King, Junior had a remarkable dream. I think it would be a reality for most Americans if it wasn’t for leftist opportunists trying to attach minority labels to people of various races for the sole purpose of polarization and victimization. Look at their ideals, their policies, and their end results. As long as the “compassionate left” drives the debate about where we stand on racial issues in this country, Dr. King’s dream is not even a distant reality.

-60? Mandan has seen worse. MUCH worse

I noticed in December 2012 that the sign at good ol’ Mandan High tends to surrender when it gets really cold outside.  Given the photos I’ve since seen of other people seeing this same temperature on the sign, I think it’s got to be a software glitch.

On a related note, the windchills we’re seeing this weekend would be at least 20 degrees colder under the old formula, which was retired in 2001.  Because of that reformulation we will never see windchill temperatures as cold as we did in the past.  That’s important for two reasons:

  1. We NoDaks like our cold weather bragging rights.
  2. Don’t let some pointy-headed liberal tell you that Global Warming™ is the reason.
  3. Guys like me who say “Back in my day, we really had windchills” aren’t that crazy.

Time to hunker down, recover from my recent robot attack, and throw a pizza in the oven.  Stay safe, everyone!

This one’s Photoshopped. I have a valid reason

2014_capitolWould you accept a note from my doctor?  I actually posted this from my hospital bed in Rochester after undergoing robotic surgery on New Year’s Eve.  I was really looking forward to perhaps being home to pursue a shot of the capitol with its windows proclaiming the new year, but that wasn’t in the cards.  Thankfully I have Photoshop so I can at least imagine what it looks like – that, and a maddening array of everyone else’s photos of the event.

I’m back home in the Bizzo now, so hopefully I can make a speedy recovery and lift a camera again soon.  I love sharing photos of Bismarck-Mandan with everyone, and the past several months have not allowed me to do that very much, so I’m hoping that 2014 will provide more opportunity.