adventure

The Zeppelin Eureka from Airship Ventures offers the only commercial passenger airship operation in the United States. It offers flight-seeing tours above San Francisco, Silicon Valley, Monterey, Santa Cruz and Los Angeles.

Alex at Ravens in Hollywood has been tracking the Zeppelin. I'm hoping for some action shots.

Here's another video from NBC 4:

Carl Sagan - 'A Glorious Dawn' ft Stephen Hawking (Cosmos Remixed)

A musical tribute to two great men of science. Carl Sagan and his cosmologist companion Stephen Hawking present: A Glorious Dawn - Cosmos remixed. Almost all samples and footage taken from Carl Sagan's Cosmos and Stephen Hawking's Universe series.

Download video and MP3 here: http://www.colorpulsemusic.com/youtube.html

I was only six months old at the time, but I remember every detail thanks to recordings, photographs, and written accounts. The event implanted in me an undying belief that humanity belongs out there on the Moon and in the vast void as much as we do here in our cradle, Earth. Forty years ago today, man's first unsteady footsteps on another world sparked the imaginations of millions of people.

The above picture of the Earth accompanied by its silvery satellite was taken almost exactly six years ago by the European Space Agency's Mars Express on its way to the Red Planet. Seeing the eternal pair of orbs together from afar lends a perspective that might be frightening to someone unable to face the void. But for humanity to grow up, to leave behind its infancy, the void must be faced with open arms and a wide smile.

A plaque was left behind by the Apollo 11 astronauts, attached to the Eagle landing module. It said this:

Yes, it still brings tears to my eyes.

Thank you to Neil, Michael, and Buzz for risking everything to inspire the entire world, and thanks to NASA (and to the ESA and all of the national and international space agencies) for continuing to dream.

I have to get out on a trail, even if it's only a few miles -- I'm starting to get twitchy. :)

Meanwhile, Alex McInturff is off on a real adventure.

"Stanford grad student walking 320 miles in John Muir's footsteps"

Alex McInturff, a 23-year-old earth sciences student, finds that much has changed as he retraces the conservationist's trek from San Francisco to Yosemite Valley in 1868.

McInturff, walking through Central California, says his spirits began to lift once he hit the Sierra foothills. The mountain range that changed Muir’s life 141 years ago hasn’t lost its magic. “Returning to the forest today, I rediscovered the freedom I love about walking, which was lost a little in the San Joaquin,” McInturff wrote on his blog.

Not sure how they managed to mangle his blog California Transect's URL so badly in the online version of the article, but it should be muirwalk.blogspot.com. Alex describes himself and his journey thusly:

On April 6, Alex McInturff is setting off to retrace Muir's path across California. Alex is a master's student in the Earth Systems Program in the School of Earth Sciences at Stanford University. He has been researching the history of and current state of conservation in California in conjunction with the Bill Lane Center for the American West and our collaborator iMapData. Alex envisions his own walk as a way to examine the history, current state, and future prospects of a wide range of conservation efforts on public and private lands, across a telling transect of California, from urban areas, through suburbs and parks, across the large parks and ranches of the Coast Range, the irrigated industrial agriculture of the Central Valley, Kesterson Wildlife Refuge, up the Merced River, across the Don Pedro Reservoir and Lake McClure, through historical mining towns, and national forests to Yosemite National Park.

I'll definitely be adding his blog to my RSS reader.

Wondermark, wonderful as usual.

Overseas adventure is the theme this time out, with the Argonauts, Mark Twain abroad, and a pirate tale. Avast ye!

The Argonautica (3rd Century BCE) by Apollonius Rhodius

Such was the oracle that Pelias heard, that a hateful doom awaited him to be slain at the prompting of the man whom he should see coming forth from the people with but one sandal. And no long time after, in accordance with that true report, Jason crossed the stream of wintry Anaurus on foot, and saved one sandal from the mire, but the other he left in the depths held back by the flood. And straightway he came to Pelias to share the banquet which the king was offering to his father Poseidon and the rest of the gods, though he paid no honour to Pelasgian Hera. Quickly the king saw him and pondered, and devised for him the toil of a troublous voyage, in order that on the sea or among strangers he might lose his home-return.

A Tramp Abroad (1880) by Mark Twain

Frankfort is one of the sixteen cities which have the distinction of being the place where the following incident occurred. Charlemagne, while chasing the Saxons (as HE said), or being chased by them (as THEY said), arrived at the bank of the river at dawn, in a fog. The enemy were either before him or behind him; but in any case he wanted to get across, very badly. He would have given anything for a guide, but none was to be had. Presently he saw a deer, followed by her young, approach the water. He watched her, judging that she would seek a ford, and he was right. She waded over, and the army followed. So a great Frankish victory or defeat was gained or avoided; and in order to commemorate the episode, Charlemagne commanded a city to be built there, which he named Frankfort—the ford of the Franks. None of the other cities where this event happened were named for it. This is good evidence that Frankfort was the first place it occurred at.

The Black Buccaneer (1920) by Stephen W. Meader

"Boom...!" came a hollow sound that seemed to hang like mist in a long echo over the island. Before Jeremy could jump to his feet he heard the rumbling report a second time. He was all alert now, and thought rapidly. Those sounds—there came another even as he stood there—must be cannon-shots—nothing less. The ships he had seen from the hilltop were men-of-war, then. Could the French have sent a fleet? He did not know of any recent fighting. What could it mean?

Deep night had settled over the island, and the fir-woods looked very black and uninviting to Jeremy when he started up the hill once more.

As their shadow engulfed him, he was tempted to turn back—how he was to wish he had done so in the days that followed—but the hardy strain of adventure in his spirit kept his jaw set and his legs working steadily forward into the pitch-black undergrowth. Once or twice he stumbled over fallen logs or tripped in the rocks, but he held on upward till the trees thinned and he felt that the looming shape of the ledge was just in front. His heart seemed to beat almost as loudly as the cannonade while he felt his way up the broken stones.

Panting with excitement, he struggled to the top and threw himself forward to the southern edge.

A dull-gray, quiet sea met the dim line of the sky in the south. Halfway between land and horizon, perhaps a league distant, Jeremy saw two vague splotches of darkness. Then a sudden flame shot out from the smaller one, on the right. Seconds elapsed before his waiting ear heard the booming roar of the report. He looked for the bigger ship to answer in kind, but the next flash came from the right as before. This time he saw a bright sheet of fire go up from the vessel on the left, illuminating her spars and topsails. The sound of the cannon was drowned in an instant by a terrific explosion. Jeremy trembled on his rock. The ships were in darkness for a moment after that first great flare, and then, before another shot could be fired, little tongues of flame began to spread along the hull and rigging of the larger craft. Little by little the fire gained headway till the whole upper works were a single great torch. By its light the victorious vessel was plainly visible. She was a schooner-rigged sloop-of-war, of eighty or ninety tons' burden, tall-masted and with a great sweep of mainsail. Below her deck the muzzles of brass guns gleamed in the black ports. As the blazing ship drifted helplessly off to the east, the sloop came about, and, to Jeremy's amazement, made straight for the southern bay of the island. He lay as if glued to his rock, watching the stranger hold her course up the inlet and come head to wind within a dozen boat-lengths of the shore.

The always-entertaining Strange Maps posted a spiffy entry about a 2005 map that shows how to duplicate Phileas Fogg's [Around the World](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Around_the_World_in_Eighty_Days_(book)) feat in only 42 days. Jules Verne would be thrilled, I bet.

It’s still possible to travel around the world without airborne transportation, of course. And here also the travel times have greatly diminished since Phileas Fogg’s era. This map is a proposal for a round the world trip, only travelling by boat and train (as Fogg did), starting at and ending in New York. The trip would only take 42 days.

See "309 - Around the World at Twice the Speed of Fogg".

Also, a belated happy birthday to HG Wells, who turned 142 on Sunday.