Monday, June 12, 2017

Day 1: Great Barrington, MA to Clarion, PA.

Farm Pond.  I often wonder why I leave...
Finally packed up and ready to go, I was ready to break the chain to the ground, being ready enough.  There is always more things to do but I was ready enough and the clock is ticking.  But it's always hard to leave family and friends and the comfort of home (and Farm Pond!)










All fueled and ready!
The goal is to get to Denver, CO to see my brother, Chad, play with his band, Dispatch, at the Ogden (Thursday night) and then Red Rocks (Friday night), which I've never been to.  The weather didn't cooperate this spring, so I'm having my flying expedition now.









Over 105 degrees.
Sweating it out.

92 degrees today in western mass, meant that it was 105 degrees in the cockpit.  Sweating bullets, I was very happy to get into the cooler sky, where it was a pleasant 70 at 4,500 feet.

This pic was taken over Pennsylvania.  After flying towards the sun all afternoon, I was struck by the amazing thing that we live on a planet near a star.  How lucky we are to exist on such a cool planet.



I landed after 2+ hours in Clearfield, PA but they didn't have self-serve fuel and I didn't want to wait for the services to open up, so I headed on to Clarion, PA, where I've landed many times before.  Got in as it was getting dark.  Had to click the mic seven times to turn on the runway lights.  Such a beautiful sight to see all the lights turn on.

All parked, and flights entered into the various logs.  I'll sleep outside tonight and hope the bugs aren't too bad.  Under the wing, looking up at the stars.  It's always hard to leave home, and I sometimes wonder why I do, but I usually find the answer out here.  Happy to be out and about in the world.  Saw the space station fly overhead as I was parking Freddy.

Hope to fly a good distance tomorrow.  Lots of daylight being so near to the summer solstice.  

A Star Wars sunset.  Looking for the other star in the binary system...

Thursday, June 08, 2017

Comment/Subscription Clarification

Hello!  To readers who would like to leave comments, my mother suggested I make some clarifications.  If you have subscribed (through the window on the top right to get an email each time I post something new) you cannot reply to that email to leave a comment.  I will not get the message.  
If you want to respond, you can click on the blue link at the top of your email - that will take you to the blog.  Then you can scroll down to the bottom and there is a place to read and write comments at the very bottom.  Or you can always feel free to email me directly.  

But to be clear, if you respond to the automated email, I will NOT get your message.  If you want it public, go to the blog and type in your comment at the bottom.  If you want your comment private, email me directly! 

And if you want to subscribe, you type in your email address to the window in the top right, then you'll get an email asking you to confirm you want to subscribe and a link to click on to verify it's really you.   I know many people have put in their address to subscribe but have never verified themselves.  YOU CAN UNSUBSCRIBE AT ANY TIME.  I'll be writing a bunch over the summer with some flying and sailing and otherwise, so do as you chose.  The whole point of the blog is to not overwhelm overflowing email inboxes.  

As always, thanks as always for reading, and thank you Mom!


New Astronauts Announced

12 new Astronaut-Candidates were announced today.  Long ago, I knew I was not going to be among them, but finally seeing the twelve NASA selected from 18,300 was interesting to say the least.  There are men and women, in their twenties, thirties and forties, PhDs and medical doctors, military and non-military, pilots and non-pilots, a SpaceX employee, a NASA employee, a submariner and a bunch of Antarctic experience among the group.  With over 18,000 applicants it's hard to compete.

https://www.nasa.gov/astronauts/biographies/astronauts/candidates

So again, I am closer to having passed the window of age where I could be selected but seeing who they selected, I am again confronted with the seeming reality that I won't get selected.  Questions arise as I watch and listen on NASA TV.  Should I have joined the military, should I have gone into the Aerospace industry right after college, should I have gotten a masters.  Maybe I shouldn't have worked at a school for the Deaf, shouldn't have become a certified arborist, shouldn't have become a sailor, shouldn't have been trying to learn how to play the bass guitar, and so on and so forth.  NASA's not really looking for sailors, even though astronaut means "star voyager."  They're looking for military test pilots, NAVY SEALs and medical doctors.  I simply don't come close to measuring up to those selected.

Out of the 18,000 there are another hundred who got very close, and some will probably be selected next round.  I was not close at all and didn't even make it through the first round.  So it's extremely unlikely that it will ever happen, and though I've told myself that my whole life it's hard to come face to face with the likely reality.

I will still apply again.  I will be over 40 by the next selection but two were selected this round over 40.  But I expect to get no further that round.

So my answers to the questions?  Even though it may have been lessening my chances, I wouldn't change a thing.  I love my Deaf friends and their language, I love the trees, my sailboat, my borrowed bass guitar.  I've loved my five seasons in Antarcitca, and the expeditions I've done with friends.  I love the expeditions I've led for NOLS and Outward Bound, I love that my tree company is/was called Spacewalk Tree Service and its logo features an astronaut with a chainsaw.  I am happy and feel incredibly lucky.  I have had such incredible support and such an incredible family and network of friends.

And thank the universe, I have my own expeditions to embark on in a matter of days!  Flying my little Cessna-172 out to Colorado to see my brother play in his band, Dispatch, then sailing in Maine on my sailboat before returning to western Massachusetts for the start of the school year at Berkshire School, where I'll teach another year of Engineering and Astronomy.

Not getting selected gives me more freedom and freedom I have always loved.  I can keep sailing, keep flying, keep signing and singing, keep playing ice hockey and squash.  And I'll keep exploring the Earth as if I came from another planet.  I guess I'm an Terranaut, an Aquanaut and Aeronaut.  The elusive Astronaut out of reach, but there is much to be explored still by land, sea and sky.  I have my own "spaceships."  And so I'll not dwell and take to the skies on Monday!

Thank you to all who've supported me with such enthusiasm and for all your words of encouragement along the way!  They mean the world to me!

Here are a few of my favorite shots exploring the world by land sea and sky:

All suited up in my glacier rig while instructing a NOLS course.

One of my first tower climbs in Antarctica as an antenna rigger.

Riding in helicopter to our worksite in Antarctica. 

Sailing in Baja with NOLS.

Instructing a mountaineering course in the Waddington Range of British Columbia.

In the cockpit and at the controls!

All skin covered, probably high on Mt. Erebus in Antarctica.

My view from the cockpit.

Wind turbine work on Mt. Erebus, Antarctica.

Deep underwater in the Bahamas.

At the summit of one of the Scandinavia Peaks, Alaska on a personal trip.

Daphne, my long term spaceship.

Happy as a clam in the Dry Valleys, Antarctica.


Saturday, June 03, 2017

Sign Language Interpreting

And so I was called into action in a last minute desperate attempt to find an interpreter - any interpreter at all as the time was so short.  That's the kind of interpreting I do best, not being certified and all...A desperate need for one student on a Wilderness First Responder re-certification course.  I was hesitant as my skills aren't as good as when I was a teachers' aide and coaching the soccer team at The Learning Center for the Deaf, but when I found out I knew the student and she needed the cert for her summer job, I was agreed to be "better than nothing!" 

And hopefully I have been.  Two days done, one more to go.  One Deaf student out of 19 students.  It has been interesting watch her navigate her not-certified interpreter.  There are times, I know she's confused and is just being patient with me (oh so patient) and there are times when I'm interpreting some long-winded, too-specific story from some student that has nothing to do with what is going on or what we're trying to learn.  I appreciate those who are succinct and clear in their communication. 

Having taught similar courses, I am caught in the dilemma of communicating exactly what I hear or communicating what I think will best convey the information.  All the while, not really stopping.  At the end of the first day, I was ready to take my arm off at the elbow and look around for another one.  My finger-spelling started to slow as my tendons and ligaments started to fatigue, then I could feel every movement in my forearm.  When I had a short break, I would let my right hand hang like I was rock climbing, trying to get some healing blood back to it.  Shake it out...hope it lasts another lesson.  Normally there are two interpreters for a job so they can rest their minds and hands.  When I showed up they told me there were usually three for these courses.  

With no experience, some work easily with a Deaf co-student.  Some tend to find someone else to work with.  Those who are willing make a difference.  Those who treat their students Deaf and non-Deaf all the same are wonderful.  

Back in this wonderful language, so beautiful, so cool, knowing it feels like a super-power!  Since my client and I are looking at each other for much of the course, there are wonderful shared moments where one of us will catch the other in a moment of confusion, chills, boredom or mental fatigue.  Smiles come, sometimes laughter, our own little beautiful world.  It would be made more beautiful if the room was full of Deaf folks and I was teaching them wilderness first aid skills directly instead of interpreting them through another instructor, but as it is, it's our own little beautiful world.  Her perspective is probably not the same as there are times that I am not interpreting things perfectly due to the nature of what or how something is being said or in what situation.  She looks confused and we laugh about it later.  She probably thinks, "What the Hell?!" and either thinks the instructor is an idiot if I'm interpreting things properly or thinks I'm an idiot for not doing a better job.  On second thought, she surely knows I am at fault.  Hopefully I am still better than nothing!

My client I have not seen in many years and so wonderful to reconnect.  Before a student, now a friend.  Confident, smart, ever so patient, and with wide eyes to the world.  So impressed how she works with us hearing folks.  Lookout world!  So nice to have such people in the world.  

I would write more, but really should rest the hands.  Slept almost 10 hours last night, trying not to move my hands and forearms.  First day in a long time I didn't play a guitar or bass.  It was worth it though.  Power to the people who can communicate with their hands and faces.  I was drawn to this language as a kid and the grace and beauty of the language and the people of the Deaf world have forever enriched my life.  So many thanks to all who've been so patient with me and let me into their world.  

Waddington Range Mountaineering and Dogsledding in Minnesota

It's almost summer time which means it's almost adventure time!  The quick plans, once school is done, fly myself out to Red Rocks in Colorado and back to hear my brother play with his band, Dispatch.  Then up to Maine to spend the rest of my school-teacher summer aboard my beloved boat, Daphne.  

But first a recap.  The first half of last summer was spent in British Columbia teaching a NOLS mountaineering course.  With two other instructors and 11 students, we traversed over 50 miles of glaciated, rocky and think vegetated terrain in style and with lots of laughs, and maybe a few tears.  It was an awesome experience, made more powerful with the knowledge that the first time I had been there was with my friend AJ, who was killed in a plane crash two years ago.

The days were long and the views stunning.  I used my Maine coast fog navigation skills to navigate the team many miles up a glacier, through a pass, then down a glacier to our campsite in one of my favorite days in the mountains.  Everyone who was behind me had to quietly plod along, separated by the rope lengths (in case one of them fell into a crevasse), in the cold soaking rain, while I, on the front of the first rope team, with map and compass in hand, took bearings, made marks on the map, and quietly dead-reckoned our way to camp while thinking, "I love this shit!"  When we arrived to camp, one student asked, "How the heck did you get us here?!"  Thank you to the Maine fog and my time as a sailing instructor for Outward Bound.  

We had long days and short nights.  Both in actual daylight and in hours awake.  Many days on end contained only 5 hours of sleep or less and I would often wonder, how am I still functioning.  It was a probably a combination of the good company, the responsibility of being in charge of the whole team, our stunning scenery and the fact that the terrain involved much careful thought, mitigation and planning to safely travel through it.  I will not forget coming down one glacier, looking up to see the headlights high above as they followed the little wands I had placed marking the safest route.  By midnight we were down but had no where off glacier to camp, so we had to have two people with probes probe out an area safe for us to sleep.  A long day ahead, it was only a few hours of sleep again for us instructors.  













The route out of the mountains was perhaps the most challenging part.  Jenga logs from pine-beetle kill, bushwhacking, it is indescribable to any who haven't been there.  What a feeling to emerge with our team happy and healthy, a month after entering the mountains of the Waddington Range.  

From there it was a few weeks of sailing on the Maine coast and then back to the school.  

This spring me and another on the faculty took students on a dog sledding trip in Minnesota.  We hired an outfit to lead it and it was a spectacular experience.  Sleeping in bivi sacks on the surface of a frozen lake at -10 degrees F, listening to the ice crack and looking up at the stars.  It was a little taste of the Antarctic and I felt right at home in Ely, Minnesota.  




Doing my best to look like an arctic explorer...

School is almost done!  A story of last spring's adventure flying to Houston and back to talk to NASA folks will be published in the July issue of Popular Mechanics!  Apparently over a million readers!  
That's all for now!  Stay tuned for more in the coming weeks!

Friday, November 11, 2016

The Power of Music

Yesterday morning, in front of the entire Berkshire School student body, I made a speech about the power of making music with other people.  My aim was to create a space for musicians (and anyone who wanted to become a musician) who'd been practicing (or dreaming) in their dorm room to find each other and to begin making music together.  Not for an audience, but for the fun of it, for the magic of it, for themselves.  To turn off their Netflix, their video games, pick up a guitar, a horn, a pair of drum sticks and believe in themselves.

Today we had our meeting.  About 30 students, faculty, and a few faculty kids showed up, guitars in had, smiles on their faces with such eagerness on their faces.  Before half an hour was up, kids were hurriedly scurrying out the door to begin practicing with their new band mates eager to get to work.  Their assignment was to form a quick group, and in a few weeks, the 30 of us will come back together to play one song for the group, cover or original.  

I did not do that much.  I told them to make a conscious choice about how to use their time.  I told them about the power of making music.  I told them everyone has to pick up an instrument for the first time.  Basically,  I gave them permission to believe in themselves and to belive they could be in a band.  For sure some will get too busy and be on to other things, but by the looks of what I saw, Berkshire now has a little more rock and roll in it, and I'd wager that for some kids, there's no going back!  The tiniest encouragement and a tiny bit of structure and look out!  I am very excited to see where it goes.

If your're interested further, here's what I said.

Hello Bears,
I wrote this out because you all make me nervous.  

Last year, my first year as a teacher here at Berkshire School, I loved going to all the different kinds of music events around campus, and maybe I missed it, but at some point, I said, “Where’s the rock and roll?!”  I went to a public high school in eastern mass where at every talent show, there were multiple bands playing music, so I naturally expected the same here.  But it appears it’s not happening on its own, or it needs a little encouragement so I’m here to try to infuse and instill a little rock and roll into and out of the students and faculty here at Berkshire School.  Because I know you’re out there...

But you say, “I like music, but I’m not a musician”  To that I say, become one!  I once taught a promising astronomy PG named Kevin.  For reasons I don’t know, he started playing the guitar.  Maybe it was given to him, maybe it was a friend’s, maybe it was something he always wanted to do.  But he started in January, and he was performing at the talent show a few short months later.  While I was on duty in deWindt last year, I would bring my guitar and we played together when we had the time.  One night I asked him, where do you get the time to play and practice?  He said something to the effect of..., “I just stopped watching Netflix.”  

Next you say, “I don’t have the time!”  To that I say, do you watch Netflix? And do you play video games.  It’s amazing what 20 minutes a day can accomplish.  Ten years from now, you will think, if only I had started when I was in high school.  Know that it is your choice whether you will say, “I’m a good Netflix watcher” or “I’m a good video game player” or “I’m a good Shawn’s hanger-outer.”  Might it be kind of cool to say, “I’m a good singer” or “I’m a good guitar, bass, drums, fiddle, horn or whatever player.”

Next you say, “I don’t have the money to pay for lessons.”  To that I say, youTube and many other online resources that are incredible and often free.  That’s how Kevin did it.

Next you say, “I’ll never be good enough to play in front of people, so what’s the point.”  To that I say, performing music in front of other people is fun, but that’s not the point.  The point is to MAKE AND CREATE music with other people.  It’s not for the listeners.  They come second.  Anyone who plays an instrument will tell you, it’s way more fun to play music that to listen to it.  (Studies have also shown that playing and practicing an instrument is one of the best things you can do for your brain.)  

Dave Grohl, the drummer from Nirvana and now the frontman for the Foo Fighters summed it up best.  He said,  “When I think about kids watching a TV show like American Idol or The Voice, then they think, ‘Oh, OK, that’s how you become a musician, you stand in line for eight hours with 800 people at a convention center and… then you sing your heart out for someone and then they tell you it’s not good enough.’  It’s destroying the next generation of musicians! Musicians should go to a yard sale and buy and old drum set and get in their garage and just suck. And get their friends to come in and they’ll suck, too. And then they’ll start playing and they’ll have the best time they’ve ever had in their lives and then all of a sudden they’ll become Nirvana. Because that’s exactly what happened with Nirvana. Just a bunch of guys that had some old instruments and they got together and started playing some noisy junk, and they became the biggest band in the world. That can happen again! You don’t need a computer or the internet or The Voice or American Idol.”

So to that effect, there’ll be a meeting for anyone who is interested in creating some more music together.  You don’t have to be a musician yet!  It will be a place to see what we have here on campus and to see where we want to go.  For students (AND ANY FACULTY AND STAFF!) who are interested to find other people with similar skill levels, (ranging from never picked up an instrument to some of the very skilled musicians we have) and for people to find those with similar musical interests (rock, bluegrass, folk, brass, whatever).  

Every musician has to pick up an instrument for the first time.  Every incredible singer has to write a first song that is usually terrible.  Music is for those making it, there’s nothing like creating music with other people, and it’s my opinion that music...is WAY better than Netflix.   The choice...and may it now be a conscious one, is up to you.  Use your time wisely.

For me, playing music is on the same level as sports, flying airplanes and climbing towers on the side of an active volcano in Antarctica at negative 20 degrees Celsius.  It lights my mind and body on fire, heals my soul and fuels my spirit.  

No commitment necessary.  At the very least we’ll make a list of who knows how to play what instrument (voice included), and who wants to play what kind of music (all kinds are welcome).  We meet in the music room this Friday night at 6:30pm to see who and what we have and hopefully after that the revolution will take care of itself.  Send me an email if you’re interested and can’t make it.  Thanks.


Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Not Selected for NASA

I contacted my astronaut friend today to get any word about how the NASA selection process is going.  He said they'd made the first cut and that if my references weren't contacted, then I've been passed over, which means I didn't make it to the "Highly Qualified" pile.  So this one's over.  At least I know now.  

I wonder who looked at my application and what they thought...I'll try again if they open up the application again three years from now (they usually open it every 4 years - since 2000 anyways).  But by then I'll be 42 and my friend said once I'm over 40, it gets a lot harder to get selected.  If I made it past the first cut this time, I'd think there might be a chance next time.  As it stands now, it all seems very unlikely.  18,000 other applicants were too hard to beat.  

So the dream is disappearing, but still maybe one last chance, though an unlikely one.  For now, it means some good things...I can keep teaching at Berkshire School, keep flying Freddy, keep sailing Daphne, keep driving Bessie.  Perhaps a future sail across the Atlantic will be better than a flight in space.  I can keep playing the guitar and bass and I don't have to move to Houston.  

I didn't expect to get selected, but it's still disappointing. For now I'll just have to be an astronaut on planet Earth.  I'll just have to make that do for now and maybe forever.  Generally it is awesome being an astronaut on Earth, but I wanted a taste of space.  Maybe someday.  I'll keep training, as the training might be almost as good as the real thing.  

Thanks to all who've supported and encouraged me in this pursuit.  One of the best part of being an astronaut would have been how many people I could have shared the experience with, and also riding a rocket into space would have been pretty cool too. 

Back to Earth adventures!  To infinity and beyond!

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Almost Home

Almost a thousand miles today. I got out of the cockpit and after more than eight hours of flying today and thought, I need to sit down!  So after a pee break, and put fuel in the wing tanks, I climbed back in the cockpit. I woke up just outside of Houston this morning. Part of me wanted to see if I could make it all the way home with some awesome tailwinds created by a high and a low boundary. But I stopped to see some friends (Davey and Fox!) and almost saw some more (Peske and Ben!) and now find myself in a quiet airport in PA. 

Although I would have liked to have crossed the one thousand nautical mile mark today, I'd rather be right here.  I'm not quite ready to be home, not quite ready to land and immediately unpack.  I woke up at 0500 this morning and while I feel that I'm exhausted I also feel the life in me.  They do a strange thing in PA where they lock the airports, even the pilots out after a certain time. (All other states seem to trust pilots.) And while I can't go inside right now, I'm perfectly content sitting in my vessel, my ship, my craft.  We clean up, debrief the day, record the facts of the day. A sweet dinner of apples, arugula, triscuits and cheese.  

I sat watching the last light disappear and felt like I was on a boat in a peaceful anchorage. So happy to sit and look at the sky, look at the dials, contemplate flying more than 900 miles.  Free miles from the wind push no me along. After many months of many hours of computer time, it is so nice to have the eyes open and to be looking across miles and miles. One mile straight down and tens of miles in all directions. 

Life is good.  I love being a pilot, I love my ship. I love that pilots don't usually sleep in their planes or have skateboard in their planes.  If I never get to be an astronaut in space, at least I'm getting to be one on planet Earth. 

Saturday, March 19, 2016

By Sky to Houston

Repairs in progress.
It's time for some "By Sky" to Houston, TX to have a meeting with an astronaut.  Being a teacher now, I have a long spring break, and so instead of flying commercially when my astro contact said to come down to visit, I am flying Freddy (N7202G) a 1970 Cessna 172K Skyhawk that's been in the family for at least 30 years.  The details of the story have to be saved now for a potential story for Popular Mechanics, but here are some of the memorable bits so far...

Crossing Delaware Bay
The test flight to VT to see Chad play a show proved the carburetor heat cable needed replacing when it came off in my hand...in flight.  I landed safely but had to work a fix to get back to my local airport and mechanic that involved a nearby ACE hardware store and a few hours of trial and error.  In Delaware I was told to keep clear of the restricted airspace where aerial gunnery practice was happening.  Then saw two fighter jets dead ahead about to practice their gunnery on me...then I realized they were sea gulls.  In North Carolina, I stopped for some surfing with two of the other three Crazy Horse guys.   In Mississippi, I landed at an airport that was staffed from the prison across the street.  (It seems to be a very strange prison, but the hospitality from Terry (serving 10 years on a crack cocaine dealing charge - he's served 8 years, 2 months so far) was outstanding.  And then there is landing at Ellington Field in Houston which did not disappoint.  Vectored in for landing traffic, I was told I was number two to land, following the F-16.  I love this airport, and am now in one of their pilot sleeping rooms.  No charge for pilots.  Amazing.  Freddy is parked near a T-38.  The same jet trainer that the astronauts use to keep up their proficiency.

Three days, 16.3 hours of air time.  Over 1500 miles flown.  One weather delay, two surf sessions.  Flying is unreal.  It is amazing that I can throw some switches, turn some dials, press some buttons, pull and push some levers and end up in Houston!

Tomorrow to be a NASA tourist and Monday to have a meeting that may (or may not) impact my future...Very happy to be in Houston!


Sunset as I arrived in Houston.

Thursday, April 02, 2015

Spacewalk T-shirts!

I'm making shirts for my tree service!  See below for info if you're interested in having one sent to you.  $20/shirt.

If any of you don't know, I've been a certified arborist since 2006 and made my business a real thing this past fall.  Since '06, it's been something that I did in between other contract work but this year, I've been doing it as my main work.  I named the business Spacewalk Tree Service because when I'm in the trees I often feel similar to what I imagine what an astronaut feels like on a spacewalk.  Hopefully someday I'll have a chance to compare them myself.

The shirts are being printed by friends of mine at Fox Island Printworks on North Haven Island in Maine.
American Apparel Track T: XS-2XL
http://store.americanapparel.net/tri-blend-short-sleeve-tra…
(They're very soft, good shirts.  State Radio uses the same kind.)
If you want one, email me (benjaminurmston@gmail.com) the following:
Size
Color (best on black or navy - AA calls them "tri-black" or "tri-indigo")
The cost is $20/shirt and you can pay once the shirts are made at the end of the month. I'll send the shirt to you.
 The actual shirt will have the typed SPACEWALK TREE SERVICE below it as shown in the mock up below.

Yeah, springtime! My best to you and your trees.

DAY 5E: New Castle, Pennsylvania to Norwood, Massachusetts.


I am home!  What a trip.  I am exhausted now.  I awoke at 0500 to beat the sun into the sky but as soon as the sleeping bag was packed the fog rolled in.  I waited as the fog sat there for the next too many hours, but eventually made it off the ground. 


I made it to Great Barrington, MA where I met up with my friends Rob, Nadine and Brook Lloyd and then back into the sky for the quick trip back to Boston. 

When I landed in Norwood




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