Sunday, December 27, 2015

Life of a Civil Engineer in the Tongass 2015

Normally I take my work camera when I'm roaming around the forest in an effort to address the latest engineering challenge but every once in a while I'll drag along the SLR... Usually just if I'm going somewhere picturesque and the weather's nice.  
I'm an early riser, but sometimes I have to get up extra early to address a pressing issue.  I can't remember what the issue was on March 17th but I do remember getting on my bike then promptly getting off, going into the house and getting my camera for a little photo session.  I'm pretty sure the issue was still waiting for me when I showed up at the office at dawn.  

This year we were asked to design a dock system for Anan.  The project has been talked about for some years so we grabbed the survey and conceptual designs and headed out to the site with a few key team members.  To be exact, the archaeologists.  The stake above was likely cut and placed as part of a fish trap (think a corral for fish, except the "gate" is actually the falling tide - the fish subsequently get trapped and beached) hundreds of years ago, covered by sand and then uncovered by wave action.  To avoid the historic feature, we wandered around trying to figure out a potential site that does not impact the history of the site.  

...More wandering.  Jane, our Archaeologist from Petersburg looks over the beach area with Mike, an engineer who was responsible for the site permitting.  Carey, in the background, assists Jane with documenting and mapping out the sites.  The wave action covers and uncovers features from year to year.

A dense field of stakes.  This particular field of stakes has been visible for a few years as evidenced by the barnacle growth.  

Here is another type of fish trap.  An arc (now filled with silt) of cobbles was placed along the beach and operated on the tides.  I have photos of a similar fish trap near Kunk Creek that was still catching fish.  We eventually decided to site the potential dock on the other side of this trap where the beach was shorter and the where we could avoid the historic features.  

Another alternate site with our boat floating in the background.  

On a separate trip to Anan took a look at some slope instability and structures that were in need of repair.  Being that Anan is a popular place with the bears, it is advisable to avoid some types of treated wood because the bears like gnawing on it.  It's so bad in places that I've seen some of our bridges with approach rail (guardrail) cantilevered out into space with stalagmites of timber rising from the ground where the rail post once stood.  

I don't know how many landslides I've seen during my 11 years on the Tongass.  But I do know one thing, there are a lot of people who don't realize how frequently land moves.  Sure, their house may have been there for years and it may be there for many, many more years but there is no chance that I would ever consider buying it.  This little slide took out a trail and if it happened on a road I'd have it cleaned up in no time and would have hardly taken notice of it.  But in some places these events just draw a lot more attention.  Even though I see a lot of slides, this one was a little unique.  It was a pure rotational slope failure.  

This spring I worked out of Juneau for a few days and was asked by our dams engineer to provide some details about the condition of this unique structure.  It is a wood crib dam.  Something I had never heard of just a few years ago, but now I've seen a whole bunch of these.  This one has been in place for over 100 years.  In all the examples I've seen I have yet to see a spillway structure.  As unusual as it may seem, it seems like water was meant to flow over the top of the structure.  Not being maintained for the past 80 or so years has meant that the dam has significant internal voids (had been filled with rock) and the crib structure is eroding from water and other material continually falling on the unprotected cross members.  

When I climbed around on this thing I found spikes that were likely used to hold planks in place that protected the crib members and the fill.  

Being a dedicated engineer - and not too shy - I stripped to cross this river to get a closer look at the dam.  The water was painfully cold.  

The plank facing of the dam had broken/eroded away over the years in some areas but it was still visible here.  This dam was constructed to provide a reservoir for a hydroelectric plant.  I'd have to study my Juneau history a little more closely, but I'm pretty sure I saw mining relics in the area and I suspect that the hydroelectric development may have been coupled with mine development.  


A different view than most of the 550,000 visitors enjoy of the Mendenhall Glacier.  The building below is the Mendenhall Visitor Center.  We are in the midst of a design effort that will improve the efficiency of the site and anticipate pursuing a LEED (Leadership in Energy and Environmental Design) certification (likely Gold) for the building as we implement the changes over the coming years.  We are also providing support for a master planning effort as the transportation, bear/human interactions, and outlying facilities are undergoing review and the decision makers look to provide safe, efficient, and enjoyable viewing opportunities as more and more humans flock to the site to see the wildlife and spectacular scenery.  

Tough job.  But I have to pay the bills somehow.  


Saturday, December 26, 2015

Old Dude 4.11.15

Going through photos from the past year looking for experiences that weren't blogged.  It looks like one of the best ski days of the year ('14-'15) didn't make it on here so I'm correcting that now.  

Perhaps I should have called this post "Skiing With Dogs."  Here's George (first tracks) and Jared (the guy on skis). 


George was loving every bit of it.  

...As was Jared.

Shawn.

Shawn and George.  I have another photo in this series that shows a particular rock that is very close to me.  This year it has already been buried.  This photo is proof that this year is already better that last ski season.  Additionally I've already skied the line between the large rock outcrops (behind Shawn and at the very right edge of the photo) without worrying about hitting rocks.  

George and Shawn.  It was fun watching the dogs wallowing in the snow.  

"Hurry up Jared" the dogs yelp in unison.  I don't know who's leading the pack but that's Athena and ol' George bringing up the rear.  

This was the last photo I had in this series before my camera battery died...  Oh, and that little outcrop that Jared is about to launch off of is now nothing but a powdery slope.  Skiing may not have been very good during the winter of 2014-2015 but it sure beat hanging around the house doing physical therapy like the year before.  

Diana Mountain 7.25.2015

Headed out for a quick overnight trip to Diana Mountain after putting the kids to bed.  Made it to the top without having to put my headlamp on.  The following morning I headed down early and had to cross the broad plain between Brown, Diana, and Dude on my return.

This stream drains the lovely alpine lakes in this area.  I always enjoy walking through this area, it's so lush and green with smooth recently glaciated rock outcrops.

Oh, and then there are blueberries.  And more blueberries.  Endless blueberries.  The entire plain is covered with these delicious treats.  I obviously came prepared and later in the season I ventured up again as they entered their peak and filled up a backpack worth of containers full of blueberries - a favorite treat of the household.  The environment precludes any brush in the plain and all the blueberries up here are of the alpine variety and creep along the ground.  

Another view of the stream as the sun tries to illuminate the flank of Diana Mountain.  

Weeskinisht and the Seven Sisters 8.11 to 8.15.2015

Late in the evening of the 10th of August I hopped on ferry with a few bags of gear headed for Prince Rupert.  The mission had originally by Mt. Robson but with a limited time and poor weather around the mountain we switched the destination to Weeskinisht (or as I dubbed it - Whatchamacallit).  My pal Shawn was driving up from Montana with his old Chevy and met me in Prince Rupert.  We grabbed some groceries and headed into the Seven Sisters Provincial Park.  

Gearing up at the trailhead.  This is actually the second time I've been in this park.  The last time was in August 2013.  Maybe someday I'll get around to blogging those photos too.  

Poor Chevy had to eat it's greens.  It wasn't the friendliest road but it sure beat walking.  

As you can see, Shawn carried the light pack.  

AC/DC anyone?  

We finally arrived at our campsite at dusk.  A mere 5.5 hours after we began.  Dan, my partner from 2013 would be jealous of the shortcut we took.  

And there goes a day.  Rain and clouds met us our first day.  I played tour guide to Shawn pointing out all the sights that were hidden behind clouds.  For all he knew I could have been making everything up.  This sign was on the other side of the mountain range.  We never did get to see much more than our feet all day long.  

The following day was glorious in the sense that we could see farther than our feet.  There were mountains!  We started up soon after it got light.


Pointing the way.  

Looking down and the broad alpine plane.  Considerable mining exploration had taken place in this area which is why we had a long trail to follow instead of an impossibly thick forest that would have been a nightmare to hike through.  This was also the first time the sun had emerged in a couple days.  

We gained the ridge next to camp and started the long hike up toward the summit.  The glacial bowl was clear and we were able to enjoy the scenery.  The mountain that Dan and I dubbed the Shark Fin is visible in the background.  

Climbing into the clouds.


My previous climb had been along the ridge proper, this time we followed ledges along the side of the ridge and made pretty good time.  

As we scrambled toward the top the ceiling seemed to be rising at about the same rate.  Here we gained the primary ridge that intersected the one we had been following.  

We scrambled around for a while to see if the large cumulus clouds would dissipate and allow us to climb on or grow more threatening and chase us down the mountain.  It turned out to be neither - they stayed pretty much the same for the next several hours as we sat tight and enjoyed the view.  

The knife edge ridge lost in the passing clouds.  

Every so often the glacial cirque facing the Skeena River would clear off just enough to reveal the mountain's grandeur.  


After about three hours we finally caught a glimpse of what we thought was the top... it actually turned out to be close to the top but not quite it.  

The scene is big.  180 degrees from my toes to the sky and from right to left.  Glacial cirques on either side made a gorgeous scene.  

Enjoying the view of the Skeena.

Hiking down.  Big cumulus clouds still hugged the large peaks and would drift in and out.  

The ridge to the right is what I topped out on a couple years ago.  

The fin.  

Looking down at the broad alpine plateau that we had wandered across the day before without the benefit of seeing anything.  

The knob on the left was our high point for the day.  

Hiking down the long ridge.  

There's camp!  (that green dot)

Spotted a butterfly in the alpine.  Stalked as close as I could and...

This is what happens when you stalk something through the viewfinder instead of watching the ground.  I stepped off a rock and took a tumble as I clicked the shutter.  Needless to say, the butterfly flew away.  

Packing up camp.  This "altar" is actually our picnic table.  I started building it in 2013 and expanded it this time around to include a cubby for cooking, a table, cutting board and two little seats.

Shawn spotted a fossil and I had to capture it before we headed back.  Reminds me of a frond from a deer furn.  

Hiking down the mountain.  Our camp was over the hill.  This photo is taken next to a location where someone has a nice little camp amid some mountain hemlock.  

Walking out of the subalpine.  

I really like this stream.  I should have been photographing it on our gray day.  This was actually the fourth time I walked by it and each time I've done so the tripod had stayed in the pack... Until today.  

Another stream photo.  

Camp offers an unobstructed view of this mountain.  The trail still offered a great view between the trees.  

We made it back to the truck a little after midnight.  Whew!  What a long hike.  Shawn broke out the queen size air mattress and we finally went to bed after 1am.  

Jeralyn asked me to take a picture of a train.  No problem!  We saw a train right off the bat and I didn't get my camera out because I knew we would see a lot more.  Well, we saw this one sitting in a yard on our return.  I stuck the camera out the window and snapped a photo.  It's a good thing I did because this was the only one we saw for the rest of the trip.  

I wanted to follow what appeared to be a really neat trail on one of may maps into the alpine where there appeared to be some climbable rock.  We hunted for that trail for quite some time but could never find it.  I have a feeling it was abandoned quite some time ago.  So we settled for another climbing spot that turned out to be quite a bit of fun.  This particular pitch was the first of 6 or 7.  We just went up to the first belay anchor and came down.  

A nearby climbing wall offered a few more routes that we played around on until all strength was gone.  Unfortunately I was on high-alert belay as Shawn crawled upside down under this roof looking like a spider on a ceiling.  He pulled it off too!  I was impressed.  I found my way up this portion of rock but followed an alternative route that did require any spider-man moves.  Next we found a mountain stream suitable for bathing.  Always nice to feel clean after a few days of hard climbing and hiking.  But boy, was it cold!  

Shawn was bringing back an antique rocking chair from Montana to his home in Ketchikan.  We decided that we should bring it aboard and use it in the morning.  So as the sun got ready to rise and as we were entering Alaskan waters Shawn grabbed his mug and a book and enjoyed the lovely surroundings in a rocking chair.  

Although it may appear as though we were alone, quite a few admirers were checking out the comfortable seating.  Great way to end a fun trip.