Tuesday, August 13, 2019

The Toledo War

We just passed through Toledo OH and are headed to the UP. This brings to mind a previous post from 2009 where I presented a history lesson about the Toledo War.

Have you ever really looked at a map of Michigan? How did Michigan end up with its Upper Peninsula? By any stretch of logic, the UP should be a part of Wisconsin, not Michigan. What's that all about?



A little known story in American history is that Michigan and Ohio nearly went to war over that little jog in the border over Toledo. The original border between the Michigan territory and Ohio was defined in 1787 by a line from the southern tip of Lake Michigan directly east to the shore of Lake Erie, placing Toledo south of the line and comfortably in Ohio. In 1818, a more refined survey revealed that Lake Michigan actually extended 20 miles further south than originally thought, moving the line southward and placing Toledo in the Michigan territory. When Michigan applied for statehood in 1883, the issue came to a head over what became known as the "Toledo Strip". Negotiations between Michigan and Ohio broke down and in 1835 each sent its militia to claim the disputed territory. Both militias got lost in the swamps near Perrysburg OH and never engaged. Ultimately, as a condition of statehood, Congress offered Michigan most of the Upper Peninsula if it relinquished its claim to the Toledo strip. Michigan reluctantly accepted, and the rest is, as they say, history. Ironically, Ohio was considered to be the winner of the deal at the time, but it turned out that the natural resources, particularly iron, copper and timber, in the UP were much more valuable than the city of Toledo. Michigan 1, Ohio 0.

The Toledo Strip

For more references click HERE and HERE.

In our next installment we will reveal how Florida swindled its panhandle from Georgia and Alabama.

Monday, August 12, 2019

Northbound Again

After the Franklin reunion we began our 2019 Summer/Fall trip in earnest.  The plan is to drive pretty hard until we get to northern Michigan, and then slow down and have some fun. We hope to catch up with Wayne and Lynda in the Upper Peninsula (UP) to do some paddling.  Then drive westward across northern Wisconsin to Ely MN, arriving at Fall Lake Campground on August 19. There we will regroup and prepare for our annual Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness trip.  We will put into the Boundary Waters at Moose Lake on August 22 for 14 days.  After our Boundary Waters trip we will cross into Canada and travel east across southern Ontario, eventually entering the US in upstate NY.  Finally, we will attend a rally with Country Coach International in the Boston area the last week in September, before dashing home to see all our doctors.

From Linville Falls to Michigan we had three primary route options.  The eastern route would take us up I-81 and I-77 through western Virginia, West Virginia and Ohio.  The eastern route would go up I-75 through central Kentucky and Ohio.  We chose the scenic route, the middle route, directly north, primarily following US 23.



Our drive was largely uneventful. Just after crossing into Tennessee an oncoming car flashed his lights at us. This usually means to be alert. Around the next bend a car had just struck and killed a black bear.  A moment later a Sheriff's deputy pulled up to investigate.  When we left home our fuel tank was not full.  In Johnson City TN we pumped 88 gallons of diesel at $2.539/gal.


The view from Benge's Gap Wise County VA

A wonderful day to drive


We stopped for the night at the Walmart in Delaware OH. A block away there was diesel for $2.499/gal, so we topped off and pumped 44 gallons.   I expect this is the cheapest diesel we will see on this trip. On this day we drove 404 miles.

Our camp in Delaware Ohio

Some folks just can't abide by the rules

On Monday we departed with the intention of spending the next night in Mackinaw City MI.  Again our drive today was uneventful except for a major backup in Columbus OH.  There had been an accident blocking 2 of 3 lanes. We were in the worst possible position, but thankfully a kind soul let us cross into the open lane. Overall we lost perhaps 20 minutes in this mess.

A Reunion of My Franklin Kin

On the second Saturday of August each year the descendants of Samuel Franklin and Dorcas Burns Parker congregate at the Linville Falls Community Church for a grand reunion.  On August 10th Dorcas and I were to attend the 87th annual Franklin Reunion, our first in more years than I want to admit.

We left home about noon on Thursday, August 8 for what we expect to be an 8 week fall trip. More on that in the next post to this blog.  Our destination this day was the cul-de-sac at Bob and Donna Benner's home in Morganton.  Our trip was uneventful except for a 35 minute backup on I-40 at US 601 near Mocksville.  However, Google maps suggested a detour that took us around this mess with minimal delay.  The Benner's house is our regular camp when we stay in Morganton, and we always like to visit with our long-time friends the Benner's.  Bob has a regular meeting with friends each Thursday at 4:00 at the Brown Mountain Bottleworks to suck back a few cool ones, and we were invited to come along. My brother Ran was also in town, spending the night with a friend, so I called him to meet us at Brown Mountain Bottleworks.  It turns out that that was exactly where he was when we called.  Go figure.

The place to be in Morganton

Bob Benner and his daughter Dawn

Our camp in the Benner cul-de-sac

On Friday Ran met us for breakfast at Timberwood Family Restaurant where Dorcas and I enjoyed a western omelet with country ham.  Ran and I had recently sold our mother's house in Morganton so we did some business at Wells Fargo bank and at the courthouse.


The historic Burke County Courthouse, with cute Honda Pilot and Bell canoe in the foreground

On Friday we moved up the mountain to the Linville Falls Campground on the Blue Ridge Parkway for 2 nights.

Site 37 at Linville Falls Campground

Matilda wading in the Linville River

At 10:00 on Saturday we headed over to the Linville Falls Community Church for the reunion.


Linville Falls Community Church

I am descended from Samuel Franklin and Dorcas Burns Parker, and from Samuel's son David S. Franklin. As far as we can tell there has never been another Dorcas in the family until I married my Dorcas. 


Roots of the Samuel Franklin family

Samuel and Dorcas' monument at Pisgah United Methodist Church near Linville Falls

The reunion featured entertainment including singalongs with the Franklin mountain jug band, and a genealogy lesson.  There were over a hundred Franklin descendants and family in attendance.

The Franklin mountain jug band, with Jesse on guitar and brother Ran on bass. 



And of course there was food.

My cousins

More cousins plus Uncle John and Brother Ran

After the reunion the Wilsons (my mother's family) hung out at the church long after everyone left.  Then the party moved to the Linville Falls Winery where there was live music and local wine.  We closed down the winery and moved the party once more to my cousin Melissa's house and sat on the porch with Melissa's 4 dogs, our dog Matilda and watched her horse in the pasture.  No moss on the Wilson stones


Moses is a 100 pound mastiff rescue.  Moses is cool.

After the all that reuniting and eating and partying Dorcas I headed back to the campground and enjoyed sleeping in the cool mountain air. On Sunday morning we departed about 9:00 and headed north, Minnesota-bound.

And Mama Gets a New Car

I didn't want it.  We certainly didn't need it.  We didn't have a place to park it. But Dorcas just had to have a new car. Since trading the Element, Dorcas has been using the Pilot as her daily driver.  It was too big for her, and she was not happy.  When Mama's not happy, nobody's happy.  So ... since returning from Florida in May she has been researching small economical cars.  She looked primarily at the Toyota Prius and several Honda models.  After much fretting, hand wringing and worrying she finally set her sights on the Toyota Prius Prime.  The Prime is an EV (electric vehicle) hybrid combo.  Kind of a hybrid hybrid.  It has a significantly larger traction battery than the conventional Prius and can run 25-30 miles at 85 MPH on battery alone. Call it a fast luxury golf cart on steroids or a poor man's Tesla.  When the battery reaches about 25% capacity, it can operate in standard hybrid mode. This suits Dorcas fine, because she primarily wanted it to go to the "Y" each day (about 6 miles round trip) with a few excursions to the grocery store and local shopping and dining.

When she finally decided to buy the Prime it had to be Super Sonic red (no shit).   She negotiated at Modern Toyota and Rice Toyota and finally made a deal with Modern on a 2020 that would be delivered in about 12 days.  I think it was the first Super Sonic 2020 Prime off the boat from Japan. When the car finally arrived, we went to take a look and a drive, but were disappointed that the battery was discharged to the extent that it wouldn't let us drive in EV mode, which is what we really wanted to do.  The good folks at Modern let us take it home overnight, where we plugged it in (~5 hours for a full charge on a standard 120v outlet).  After it was fully charged we cruised for about a 30 mile test drive.  I even got to drive it for a while, which hasn't happened since.    The next day we went back to Modern and closed the deal. The Prime cost a little more than the standard Prius, but we expect a $4250 tax credit for qualified EV models, which actually makes it a little cheaper than the standard Prius. 



After driving the car for 3 1/2 weeks Dorcas had 549 miles on the odometer and had averaged 241.0 MPG.  The MPG would have read 999.9 had we not made trips to High Point and to Iredell County, where we had to drive in hybrid mode, getting a mere 55 MPG  As you can see in the photo below the fuel gauge still shows full at 549 miles.  The manual says to put in fresh fuel every 6 months, whether you need to or not.




Now Momma is happy, and I like it too, in spite of all my negative waves when she was shopping.

In related news: we really don't need three cars and a motorhome parked at the house.  My brother has been lusting after my Ranger for some time, and I had promised him dibs if I ever let it go.  So now Ran has a sweet new-to-him 1999 Ford Ranger, Super Cab 4-door pickup, a real cream puff in near mint condition with only 92K miles.  Now Bro is happy too.  The Pilot is now my daily driver, and I like that fine.  Life is good.

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Daddy Gets a New Knee

It's been coming on for several years, and in the summer of 2016, it came to a head while hiking in Shenandoah National Park.  I quit denying it and finally admitted to myself that something was terribly wrong with my right knee.   I would frequently experience significant and persistent pain on the inside of my right knee, particularly while hiking.  Ironically, it never hurt during or after playing pickleball, which I was doing 4-6 days a week.

Finally in October 2017 I visited a local orthopedic surgeon (let's call him Surgeon #1).  He took X-rays and determined I had osteoarthritis on the inside (medial compartment) of my right knee. Images showed no soft tissue in that area: bone on bone.  OUCH!  On that visit my knee was quite swollen, and he extracted a ton of fluid.  He also gave me a shot of cortisone.  The cortisone didn't really help much and drove my blood glucose through the roof for several weeks.  It was obvious that steroid therapy was not a viable solution.  Several weeks later he prescribed an orthopedic brace designed to put pressure on the outside of the knee to reduce pressure on the inside of my knee and provide separation between the bones on that side.  I began wearing the brace while playing pickleball, hiking, extended walking, mowing, etc.  It was uncomfortable, but fairly effective.


Pre-op front view
Pre-op side view

A few weeks after getting my brace Dorcas and I attended a presentation about knee surgery, with specific emphasis on the Mako Robotic Arm Assisted Technology.  The presenter (let's call him Surgeon #2) uses this technology in full and partial knee replacements as a tool to aid in the precision of the cuts and alignment of the replacement components.  We were impressed with both the surgeon and the technology.  I asked a lot of questions during the presentation and also afterwards one-on-one with the surgeon.   It was clear that I could benefit with knee replacement surgery.

Among other things knee surgery is just majorly inconvenient.  Recovery from knee surgery is fairly difficult, relative to many other joint replacements.  Recovery and rehabilitation usually takes about 8 weeks.  When do Dorcas and I have 8 weeks to set aside without sacrificing our extensive travel schedule, not to mention my year-round pickleball habit?  Finally, in late June, just before leaving for our Summer Rockies trip I met again with Surgeon #1, and scheduled surgery for September 24, the week after we returned from our summer trip.  That would leave about 8 weeks to recuperate before departing about Thanksgiving for our Florida winter home.

While on our trip I began having second thoughts about the surgery.  Surgeon #1 proposed complete replacement of the knee vs unilateral or partial replacement, and didn't use the Mako robotic arm. We never even discussed partial replacement even though the right compartment of my knee appeared to be healthy.  We learned during the presentation the year before that the trauma and recovery from a partial replacement were significantly less than that for a full replacement.  I sent Surgeon #1 a message asking 1) Why he recommended a full vs partial replacement and 2) What were the clinical benefits of Mako robotic assisted surgery vs conventional surgery.  His response follows:

"Unfortunately, I am not able to fully address this matter via email. Please contact the office and schedule an appointment at your earliest convenience."

Well that's a kick in the butt. We wouldn't be home until a week before the scheduled surgery (9/24).  Another appointment would likely mean a significant delay for the surgery, probably delaying our scheduled Florida departure. And why couldn't he answer my questions?  I had seen Surgeon #1 twice, and he had taken x-rays both times.  He had scheduled the surgery, so he should have valid reasons for his diagnosis and recommendations.  Why couldn't he explain his reasons?  At this point I had started to doubt my decision to go with Surgeon #1.  Surgeon #1 also happens to be significantly younger and less experienced than Surgeon #2.

OK, we had 3 options: 1) schedule another appointment with Surgeon #1,  2) schedule an appointment for a 2nd opinion with Surgeon #2,  or 3) wait until after we leave for Florida and visit the Mayo Clinic in Jacksonville FL, where I am already a frequent customer.  Option 3 was not particularly desirable because I have already met my out-of-pocket expenses for 2018, and if I had surgery in 2018 it would be essentially at no cost to me.  Surgery at the Mayo Clinic would likely be in 2019.  I enter Medicare on January 1,  and have no clue what expenses I would incur under Medicare. Option 2 was not very desirable, because I had lost confidence in Surgeon #1 and hated to delay the surgery and our departure to Florida.

Consequently, I scheduled an appointment for a second opinion with Surgeon #2 for Sept 17, the first work day after we returned from our summer trip and 7 days before my scheduled surgery on Sept 24 with Surgeon #1.  Oh, did I mention that both Surgeons #1 and #2 are in the same practice?  Anyway, Surgeon #2 took additional x-rays, including images with lateral stress placed on my knee, which Surgeon #1 had not done.  He concluded that a complete replacement was not necessary or warranted.   It happened that he had just had a cancellation and could perform my surgery on Sept 25, the day after my scheduled surgery with Surgeon #1.  So, we can do a partial vs full replacement, we can use the Mako robot and the surgery would be only 1 day later than originally scheduled.  There was a caveat that if, after making the incision during surgery, he found additional damage that was not apparent in the images, he would perform a full replacement.   We have a go.  Surgeon #2 would make the arrangements for canceling the surgery by Surgeon #1.


Mako Robotic Arm

Click HERE or HERE to view videos that explain and illustrate the Mako Robotic Arm procedure.  

Click HERE to view a rather graphic and gruesome animation showing conventional knee replacement technique. 

During the week before surgery I had numerous pre-op calls and spent most of a day at the Novant Health Clemmons Medical Center, which is a new facility about 20 minutes from home and specializes in outpatient orthopedic surgery.  Among other things, they performed a CT scan of my leg that would provide a map for the Mako device.  Surgery was scheduled for 10:30 on the September 25th, and we arrived at the hospital about 8:00 for preparation. During pre-op I tried to change my mind and walk out, but Dorcas said it was too late.  Surgery started on time and took about 4 hours.  I was in the recovery room by about 2:30 and in a hospital room shortly thereafter.  By late afternoon I was making laps around the ward with the aid of a walker.  No moss on this stone!  Amazingly there was very little pain.  They told me they used a nerve blocking medication that would block the pain for about 2-3 days.  Dorcas stayed until after dinner, and then went home to take care of Matilda, who had spent a long day at home alone.  That night I couldn't sleep.  I spent the much of the night completing  the blog on our Boundary Waters trip.  Then from 3:00 to 5:00 am I watched a very interesting Ken Burns documentary on PBS "THE MAYO CLINIC: FAITH - HOPE - SCIENCE".  The film features interviews with patients including John McCain and the Dalai Lama, and tells the story of William Worrall Mayo, an English immigrant who began practicing medicine with his sons Will and Charlie in Rochester, Minnesota.

It's too late to turn back now!  Don't we need a hair net for my face?

Shaving the surgical site


The surgeon drew the cross hatches to make sure he properly aligned both sides of the incision before closing up


The day after surgery I continued to walk and spent much of my time in a recliner with my leg up and attached to the "Ice Man".  The Ice Man is essentially a cooler filled with ice and water that has insulated hoses conducting cold fluid to a plastic wrap around the knee.  The Ice Man is my friend, and I got to bring him home.  I met with some physical therapists, who made sure I could go to the toilet, put on my socks and negotiate stairs with a walker.

Ice Man cold therapy device


Shortly after noon they sent me home, slightly less than 24 hours after coming out of surgery.  By that evening I had abandoned my walker, finding it more of a hindrance than a help. I found I could move through the house quite well by steadying myself on furniture, walls and door frames.  When I went outside I used a hiking stick.


OUCH!  First physical therapy session 7 days after surgery




Post-op front view

Post-op side view

Matilda is one of my two best support people


So.... what happened?  How did this happen and why was this necessary?  Let's take a trip down memory lane.  

I have been at least 50 pounds overweight most of my adult life.  That obviously has to be tough on the knees. When I graduated from high school I was 5' 111/2" tall and weighed 185 pounds.  At the end of my first semester at college I had ballooned to 235 pounds. During my first marriage from about 1985 to 1993 I had another growth spurt and jumped to about 275 pounds.  After my diagnosis of diabetes and during my separation I dropped about 70 pounds and bottomed out at about 205.  Then I met Dorcas. In spite of her healthy eating, and trying to entice me to eat better (didn't work) my weight climbed to about 235 pounds and has been fairly constant since the late 90s.  Also I seem to have shrunk an inch or so to 5' 10".   It also probably didn't help that my right leg is one inch longer than my left.


Skinny Myron during senior year in high school in 1972

After I graduated from college and starting work in 1978, I discovered that I loved the outdoors and have led a fairly active outdoor lifestyle since then, enjoying hiking, backpacking, cycling, skiing, canoeing, and, since about 2006 when I retired, pickleball.  I'm sure all these activities contributed to the wear and tear that led to my osteoarthritis  Following are some archival photos of some activities.   



Backpacking at Mt Rogers in the winter

Backpacking at Mt. Rogers in the summer

I started paddling in about 1989 and joined a local whitewater paddling club.  To paddle serious whitewater one must kneel in the boat.  This kneeling causes stress on the knees and that too may have contributed to my osteoarthritis.

Bull Sluice on the Chattooga River
Following images show some backpacking trips. Always one to overpack, my pack usually weighed 60+ pounds. On a trip to the bottom the Grand Canyon my pack weighed over 80 pounds, mostly due to the need to carry extra water.

Don't look down!

Hoh Rain Forest Olympic National Park

Hoh Rain Forest Olympic National Park

Hoh Rain Forest Olympic National Park

Colorado Rockies

Colorado Rockies

Crossing a steep snowfield in the Colorado Rockies


The week after I retired in 2006 I flew to Colorado to meet my friends Andy and Christy.  That week we did a backpack trip and several day hikes, including to the summit 2 Colorado 14ers, Handies Peak (14,058') and Rio Grande Pyramid (13,827'). OK, Rio Grande Pyramid is not technically a 14er, but it's close, and it was a harder climb than Handies Peak, so I'm counting it.


Summit of Rio Grande Pyramid

Above the clouds in the Weminuche Wilderness in the Colorado Rockies

Since 1997 Dorcas and I have been venturing into the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness in northern Minnesota.  These trips involve a number of portages as we travel overland from lake to lake.   On each portage I carry a food pack that contain alls our food (and Matilda's) for about 14 days. The few times I have actually weighed the food pack it has been over 80 pounds.  I also carry a dry bag containing camera, GPS, binoculars and miscellaneous other gear. That bag weighs 10 pounds or so.  Hello knees!




On the second trip across the same portage I carry the boat and a net backpack containing PFDs, tarp, chairs, sandals, ropes, drinking water and other miscellaneous gear.  That's another 20 pounds or so on top of the 55 pound boat.



During many canoe trips we find it necessary to drag the boats over trees and log jams.  On day trips with empty boats, that's not too hard, providing you don't fall off the log.  But on camping trips where the boat is weighted down with days of camping gear and food, it is much more difficult and strenuous stressing the back and knees.

Dragging a canoe across a downed tree.  Megan, Wayne's granddaughter, is now married and has a son.

So that's the back story.  At the time of this post it has been 3 weeks since surgery, and things are going extremely well. The pain now is practically nonexistent, and I am walking normally and negotiating stairs easily.  I had my first post operative followup yesterday and both the orthopedic PA and my physical therapist say I am doing great.  I have a range-of-motion of over 130 degrees. They gave me the green light to drive, and in fact to do whatever I feel like doing, including cycling and pickleball.  I will probably start going to the Y next week and using the machines and maybe even try to play a little pickleball.

All in all, while not particularly fun, it has been a fairly positive experience.