Winter squash harvest


Normally each year I plant green beans along the neighbor's fence line. The fence works well for vining green beans. This year I prepped the soil by digging in compost but then I didn't get around to planting the beans. Instead I noticed that volunteer squash/pumpkin/gourds were growing from the compost. I decided to let it go and see what became of it. Maybe I'd be giving the soil a "rest" by growing something else?

At various times in the summer the squash vines were absolutely beautiful. I loved the way they trailed up the fence. It looked very Art Nouveau.

Last night we ate a couple of the squash. Neither were as sweet as the delicata we normally buy but they were good enough. The photo is almost the total of our harvest. A few of the squash grew over to the neighbor's back yard and are still there. There were so many squash blossoms I'm kind of surprised we didn't get more of a harvest. Maybe we should have learned how to cook squash blossoms?

The pumpkin is a Cinderella pumpkin. Greta carved a "G" in it when it was smaller and now it's quite distinct.

A study in kids' bikes, part 2

Eurobike, Sunny 24" inch kids'
In a previous post I discussed Greta's earlier bikes and how we figured out how to safely commute downtown with Greta using a tandem. Here I discuss the bikes we settled on for her own independent riding. She had outgrown her 20" bike. We looked for something that fit better and was better suited for basic daily city riding in Portland.

The transition from a 20" inch bike to something bigger is often a big step for a kid and Greta was no exception. The larger bikes are often still a bit too big. They are a lot heavier and, with the longer wheel base, maneuver differently.

We looked around at the various new bike options in the local Portland bike shops. There are some nice bikes but we didn't see anything that excited us to the point that we were willing to spend a lot of money for something new. My biggest complaint was that all of the bikes seemed to presuppose that all kids want to do is dirt ride. All we saw were bikes with heavy suspension shocks on the front forks. If I remember correctly all of the bikes came with knobby (or at least hybrid) tires. I suppose if money wasn't an issue we might have settled on a Redline Conquest 24. These bikes seem to fit the bill but they are also very expensive, kind of ridiculous for a kid who still has trouble properly locking up her bike.

Jonathan Maus at bikeportland.org shared some of my concerns in a post he called "Practical Kids' bikes." His take was to ask why we couldn't find properly appointed practical kids' bikes here in the U.S. while they are everywhere in Europe. Over there almost every new kids' bike comes with fenders, a rear rack and front and rear lights powered by a dyno/generator.

I decided to search for a used bike and, if necessary, fix it up so it was a little more performance oriented. On Craigslist we came across the Euroteam Sunny. According to the seller it was purchased originally in a Swiss department store for one of their kids. We're not sure where the bike was made, but it includes some European components such as Italian Grimeca wheel hubs and German-made pedals. We liked this bike because it was a European kids' bike and, as mentioned above, came ready made with the accessories for practical urban riding: fenders, rack and lights.

The bike is very utilitarian but it also has some nice feature. It has alloy wheels and front and rear Shimano indexed gear shifters.

Here's a closer look
Eurobike, Sunny detail 1

This is not Greta looking like the salt monster from Star Trek. She's trying to look tough on her new bike.
Eurobike, Sunny detail 2

You can see that even with the seat all the way down it is a bit of a stretch to fit.

During our search we came across a vintage girls' Fuji 10 speed step-through and a very cool Kuwahara mixte, the kind with the two small top tubes that extend down rear dropout. We missed out on the Fuji and thought we missed out on the Kuwahara so we bought the Euroteam. As it turned out the seller of the Kuwahara had just left town and he called us when he returned from his trip. We decided that the bike was so amazing that we should buy it anyway. Buying two used bikes we were still getting off pretty easy. A typical kids' 24" non-Walmart bike store bike is around $340 to $400.

Our plan is to use the Euroteam for now. It fits and works great. It is a good transition size between her earier Jamis and the Kuwahara. The Kuwahara is still a little bit too big so in the mean time I will fix up the Kuwahara.

Kuwahara, another view

Kuwahara in its glory

Kuwahara Princess head badge

Kuwahara

India report, part 2



Bajaj Auto Limited used to be the world's largest scooter manufacturer. Everything changed when, within the course of just a few years, the scooter market in India completely collapsed. Now the country is all about motorcycles. In a wrenching change the company adjusted to the new market, focusing almost exclusively on motorcycles. Today Bajaj is back on track to become one of the world’s largest manufacturers of motorcycles.

Still one Bajaj product continues to beat with a scooter heart. This is the venerable three-wheeler. A few issues ago I started the story of a trip Becky and I took to India where we were able to squeeze in tours at Bajaj's three main factories. We began with the company headquarters in Akurdi and the location of their new scooter plant. Here I pick it up again with the other two factories, Chakan and Waluj. Waluj is where the bulk of Bajaj’s three-wheelers and autorickshaws are still made.

Chakan


About an hour’s drive north of the Bajaj headquarters is the company’s showcase factory, Chakan. Before leaving for the three-wheeler factory in the Waluj neighborhood of Aurangabad we paid a visit to Chakan. It is a relatively new facility, in part constructed to test and demonstrate new production methods.




Everywhere the buildings were painted bright white. This campus, above all of the others was particularly beautifully landscaped and lush, much of the greenery made possible from the use of a waste water recovery system. One area contained a huge bed of flowers that spelled out “Hamara Bajaj,” an older company slogan that means “Our Bajaj.”

Upon arrival we were offered lunch at the company cafeteria. As part of the work culture all employees eat together, from the top managers and engineers to production workers. We were treated to a local India favorite, Indian-style Chinese buffet. Indian-style Chinese is really a cuisine unto itself. Based on this very casual encounter, I concluded that Chinese Indian food tastes similar to Indian but tends to substitute noodles more for rice. We had a great lunch and a pleasant chat with employees.

After lunch we were given the tour. The walk from the cafeteria to the busy assembly lines was surprisingly quiet and serene. Along the way we were greeted with banners hanging from covered walkways proclaiming company slogans and TPM production philosophy.



TPM you ask? TPM stands for (at least originally) Total Production Maintenance. It started in Japan in the 1950s as an approach towards maintaining factory assembly equipment but evolved into a broader manufacturing philosophy related to all areas of quality control and production efficiency. The Japanese Institute of Plant Engineers awards TPM designations to factories all around the world. A number of years ago Bajaj Auto got the TPM religion and adopted it wholeheartedly, so much so that there were many times touring the Chakan plant that I thought I could very easily be in Japan. It was so unexpected to see Japanese culture and ideas adapted so rigorously into an Indian work environment.

At all of the Bajaj factories, but most particularly Chakan, it was obvious that Bajaj was dead serious about quality and production efficiency. The unrelenting churning out of high-quality motorcycles was almost scary. Will Bajaj take over the world? Standing on the factory floor watching the vehicles roll off the production line, it certainly felt like it.



The tour proceeded with a walk-through of the engineering area and a video presentation on Bajaj’s embrace of TPM. A narrator with a baritone Japanese accent (I pictured George Takai) droned on about manufacturing numbers and production goals met. We saw examples of production improvements, many charts and graphs and viewed scenes of employees doing morning exercise drills.

In the engine assembly area most all of the production lines included an air filtration system. The air was blown through massive ducting, keeping a positive air pressure of clean air in the work areas. Throughout the entire factory tour we walked along a raised gangplank looking down on the assembly lines. One section had robots boring out motorcycle engines. It was fast, precision work.

Before leaving for India I read in a Bajaj annual report about how production was way up and man-hours worked was down. I pictured the evil manager at the end of the assembly line turning up the speed on the conveyor belts, making all of the hamsters on the wheels run faster. This wasn’t so. Part of the new manufacturing philosophy highlighted at Chakan is that much of the “non-value added” (their term) production has been outsourced. Bajaj now obsesses with production and assembly, making every step simpler and easier. For example, why make an assembly line worker walk around a cart to pick up a part when a cart can be built with revolving shelves. If more parts are needed, a freshly loaded shelf can be quickly rotated into place so items can be grabbed at arm’s length. If anything, the work place seemed quieter and the overall mood of the workers seemed friendlier and more relaxed from when I visited the Akurdi plant previously 11 years ago.

There’s even more emphasis on quality too. The production lines included numerous new quality control measures and checks. A line stop due to a quality or production snag would be announced by electronic music. (Imagine Mozart’s Magic Flute sounding like it was piped through the speakers of an ice cream truck.) Hearing the chiming music, workers would briefly stop what they were doing and note the production error that was instantly posted on a big electronic scoreboard above the line.


It would be very interesting to compare Bajaj’s production methods and quality with Kymco or a Japanese manufacturer.

I’m waiting for someone to import Bajaj motorcycles to the U.S. The Pulsar, in particular, might be a big hit. It is a high quality, small capacity motorcycle that achieves super high fuel efficiency. Even though this is considered Bajaj’s sport bike, at the time of our visit the largest engine was 180cc. By now it has broken the 200cc barrier (believe it or not this is a very significant milestone for the India market) and is fuel injected.




Waluj

After the Chakan plant we took the bus from Pune to Aurangabad. A very rough geographic analogy for our trip might be to make a comparison with the Bay Area. Consider Mumbai as San Francisco except with an upside down peninsula. We started out there and went south to Pune, Bajaj’s headquarters. If you pretend Pune is San Jose, Chakan is Oakland. From there we took a bus to Aurangabad, which— following the comparison— would be Sacramento. The distances are off but they’re close enough to give you a mental comparison. The real difference is that in getting to Aurangabad, given the crowed roads and frequent stops, our bus trip took about six hours. It was a long and somewhat stressful ride but also fantastic for the scenery and as an opportunity to see everyday India outside of the tourist mainstream.

Aurangabad is a very old city located on a trade route. It had largely been passed over by industrial growth until the 1980s. At this time Bajaj Auto decided to expand production and built a huge plant here. By doing this the company played a key role in turning a relatively small city into a substantial new industrial hub. On the drive to the plant I recall seeing a lot of factories with important sounding names. Aurangabad is full of many satellite parts and accessory companies related to the automotive industry.

Simply put, the Waluj plant is huge. The campus is a ways off the main highway. After passing through the trademark giant white Bajaj entrance gate, the road took us about a kilometer through undeveloped wooded and grassy land. Arriving at the factory, it felt a bit like something out of a Star Wars set. It felt easy to get lost in a monotonous grid of tree-lined paved streets and big three-story concrete windowless concrete box buildings.



Now Waluj has a bit of a ghost town feel. Waluj used to be Bajaj’s primary scooter production facility. With the death of the unibody scooter and, following the new production model of the Chakan plant with a higher reliance on outside parts manufacturing, a significant portion of the facility lies mothballed.

There is still one legacy of the Vespa scooter that remains at Waluj and this is the three-wheeler. In India (despite the new competition from Piaggio) Bajaj Auto Limited remains king of the three-wheeler market. Many of Bajaj’s three-wheelers still owe some derivation from the original Ape, manufactured under license in the 1960s. In India three-wheelers are everywhere. They were imported into the U.S. briefly both by Bajaj of America in the 1980s and more recently by Bajaj USA (now Argo USA). Used versions from both eras still turn up from time to time. In India they generally come in two forms: autorickshaws—the ubiquitous affordable taxi of urban India and many other parts of Asia and the Middle East—and goods carriers or GCs. In India GC is synonymous for (and actually replaces) the terms “small truck” or “small lorry.”





If you love Vespas and factory production lines, the three-wheeler factory in Waluj is out of this world. In one area, I stood transfixed watching body after body get dropped down from overhead conveyor belts onto waiting chassis. Parts of a vehicle that any scooter enthusiast would recognize are put together into thousands of autorickshaws and GCs. Even though there are now diesel and propane four-cycle engines, cleaner two-strokes are still being produced and appear to remain the preferred power plant. The engine still looks very much like a standard traditional Vespa engine/transmission unit though obviously modernized and beefed up. The tires are still the same 8” split rim. Cables and front fenders all harken to the vehicle’s origins.











Here again we saw TPM in action. There were numerous billboards of production improvements developed by small groups of production supervisors and assembly line people. This continual refinement of the assembly process is commonly referred to as kaizen, another Japanese term that was completely integrated into the work culture here.



GCs and autorickshaws for the New Delhi market were all painted bright primary green. The green designated that these vehicles ran on propane. This was certainly based on some mandate set up to help authorities assure that only newer cleaner-burning engines were allowed in the crowded inner city. Similarly, we noticed that in central Mumbai, three-wheelers were completely banned. We remember seeing lines of three-wheelers stopped just outside a certain boundary near the airport waiting to pick up new “fares” as passengers got out of more expensive car taxis and into the cheaper autorickshaws. This allowed travelers to save a bit of money as they moved to outer city areas. Inside the city beat-up black and yellow taxis—old Fiat clones—were also run on propane. The Mumbai three-wheeler ban was probably as much an anti-working class move as anything else since three-wheelers are the primary taxi of the poor and working class. Even though they actually take up less space and are more maneuverable in tight urban areas, they were probably banned due to their reputation for being smelly two-strokes. With propane-burning Bajaj three-wheelers available maybe the Mumbai ban will eventually be lifted?

Many of the other GCs were also bright primary colors. Between the colors and my own enthusiasm, I felt like I was in a candy shop. The visit to the three-wheeler assembly lines will remain one of the highlights of my life as a scooter enthusiast.



We left the factory on something of a sad poetic note. At one of the many near-empty factory intersections there was a large sculpture in an island in the middle of the street. At first we didn’t pay much attention to it. As we drove by, pieces sticking out of the structure caught our eye. Stop the car! Attached to a black rectangular column were parts and sections of a Bajaj scooter. The sculpture was put in place back when the scooter was the economic powerhouse of Bajaj Auto Ltd and certainly a symbol of pride for the Waluj plant. It once acted as a study in the form of the scooter, the towering pillar a reminder of the scooter’s economic authority. How things have changed! I got out of the car to capture some photos. The lawn around the sculpture wasn’t very well maintained and parts of the old scooter were starting to rust through. Just as the Vespa-derived metal-bodied manual-geared scooter production has reached an end for Bajaj Auto, the sculpture was well on its way towards rusting into oblivion.

Prunes!

Here are the first dried plums/prunes of the season.

From Prunes!
This batch came from Chad Stockdale's back yard. Thanks Chad.

From Prunes!


From Prunes!
The two racks on the solar dryer produced a half gallon of prunes.

A study in kids' bikes, part 1

Gary Fisher Freeloader in motion

Our daughter Greta is eight going on nine. She has been an active bicyclist since she was around four. We recently wrestled with getting her a new appropriately-sized bike. She is at an awkward age where she is too little for the next-size-up 24" bikes on the market and too big for her current 20" bike. Since this is a common problem, I figured it would be helpful to share some of our experiences with Greta's bikes and various family bike transportation options we have used in the past. Later I'll discuss the new bikes we settled on for Greta.

When Greta was attending pre-K, I would commute with her. We bought a used Adams Trail-A-Bike to do this and it worked great. I'd drop her off at school and continue on to work, a few blocks away, with the empty trail-a-bike bouncing behind me. Becky would pick her up in the afternoon, either with the car or her own bike. (We bought a bike hitch for Becky's bike so, with the two hitches, we had a lot of cool biking/commuting versatility.)

The great thing about the Trail-A-Bike is that the kid helps with the effort. I think these bikes are a huge help moving a child past training wheels toward independent riding. The bikes help the kid develop the muscle memory of constant pedaling and staying upright. It's great real-world practice for when they're ready to pick up two-wheeling on their own. People were pretty surprised when Greta was biking to school on her own in kindergarten.

Greta learned to ride on a tiny crappy department store bike that I found abandoned in the neighborhood. It was pink (of course!), single speed with a coaster brake and 16" tires. When I found it, it needed new tires and tubes. The chain was rusty but the bike did the job once we had it lubed and all fixed up. As with many of these mass-market bikes, the quality was just above functional but that was all that was needed. It was so small that the ratio of Greta's size to the bike's weight overcame inherent junkiness. A young child is never heavy enough to cause much damage (unless it's ridden by an over-sized sibling!) Gearing also helps. It is so low that it overcomes weight and friction issues related to quality. There isn't much need for performance quality in a tiny bike. Kids don't go all that far or fast. The bikes can be abused and still hold up. (If they don't, they're so cheap they're practically disposable.) This bike ended it's association with Greta after it was quietly donated to the Community Cycling Center.

Jamis Capri

Sometime in first grade she graduated to a 20" bike, a used Jamis Capri 2.0. (Here's a link to Jamis's current Capri. It appears to have been improved a bit.) Greta recently told me "that practically everybody has a Jamis." (Like it's way too pedestrian for her now. Jeez!) It wasn't always like this. Jamis was a early bike company to incorporate better-quality and/or currently-in-use better components into regular kids' bikes. The Jamis Capri had a Sram grip shift selector connected to an indexed Shimano derailleur. There was no front derailleur and instead the chain sat in a channeled sprocket that acted as a chain guard. Another nice feature was that the rear derailleur had a metal cage to protect it from damage, a common problem when shifting bikes are dumped over on the right side. The bike had linear-pull brakes. (These brakes might actually be a little too good for such a small bike since I was told that the previous kid rider locked up the front tire and endo-ed over handlebars during a panicked stop when the bike was brand new. Greta never had an issue with this fortunately.)

One big advantage to the bike was that it was built with a lot of size variability. The seat stem came with a lot of length and could be positioned so it could be placed really low or high. Also it used a more-modern threadless headset so, as Greta grew, we were able to purchase headset spacers and higher-reaching threadless stems to keep the bike fitting. Braze-ons for a water bottle cage tucked into the bottom of the frame were a nice touch too.

The Jamis was a good bike but, as is my complaint with most kids' bikes, it was a little heavy. I wish we'd see more kids' bike frames built the same standards as adult bikes. I ended up replacing the original knobby tires with more-practical, comfortable and smoother road tires. I also found a lighter seat stem. Both of these improvements shaved some weight. I see that the new ones are aluminum so that probably helps a little with the weight issue.

It took a while for Greta to embrace the Jamis Capri. At first she didn't like it because she felt it was too large for her. A lot of this was that she was used to her older bike. There was also the inevitable adjustment from coaster brakes to hand lever brakes, always tough for kids.

Earlier this summer we started shopping for a replacement bike. At the same time we tried to come up with a solution for bike commuting to downtown Portland. Portland has fantastic bike lanes and routes. Our ride from our neighborhood five miles to downtown was practically entirely a bike route. Still we decided that Greta was still just a bit too young to bike all the way downtown independently. There were a couple of summer day camps we had in mind for her and the plan was to reintroduce Trail-A-Bike commuting, where I'd drop her and the trailer off, I'd continue on to work, and then pick her and the trailer up in the evening on the way home.

We bought a second used Trail-A-Bike for this purpose. This time it was a Gary Fisher Freeloader. These bikes are more-or-less a shameless ripoff of the Adam's Trail-A-Bike concept. The Gary Fisher has a gear selector which helps with the kid's energy production. We tried it out for a while but determined that, alas, Greta was now too big for the rig. It worked but the ride felt unstable.

Gary Fisher Freeloader, loaded up

Supposedly the Burley version of this bike is more stable feeling due to the way the trailer is hitched to the main bike. There were, at one point, 20" tire versions (made by Adams I think.) I suspect that these too would provide a little more stability when ridden. The Freeloader just felt like Greta's weight might throw me or cause me to lose hold of the handle bars if she slipped or jerked to one side all of a sudden.

We looked on Craigslist for tandems and lucked out finding one that was relatively cheap and worked well for a kid.
Motiv Duo demo

It was a bit of a wreak and took some work. Both brakes were either broken or out of adjustment. I had to spend a fair amount of time truing the front tire and adjusting the derailleurs. The bike spent the past few years outdoors so I'm still cleaning up rust.

The bike, a Motiv Duo, was purchased originally at a Costco sometime around 1999. It's an interesting bike because it was weirdly built around 1990s mountain bike components: heavy tubing, 26" knobbies (promptly removed), thumb shifters, linear-pull brakes, etc. I suspect that the Taiwanese factory was seeing the first signs of the mountain bike craze softening and attempted to come up with a unique niche product using the existing tooling and readily-available parts. Somewhere I saw a photo of a similar-but-later model with a suspension front fork. I just can't see dirt trail tandem riding. It's too goofy.

The big plus for us was that the Motiv Duo has a wide range of adjustablity, particularly for the rear "stoker" seat.

Motiv Duo detail

Here's another detail photo:
Motiv Duo seats

We were able to adjust the seat way down and the handle bars down and way out so Greta could comfortably reach things. I suppose one problem is the comparatively long 170mm reach of the cranks. At times this makes Greta's pedaling a little jerky. With a fair amount of effort this could be fixed with either new cranks or clamp-on crank adjusters but it hasn't been enough of problem to be worth it. A few weeks ago we biked to the SE Sunday Parkways ride and Greta and I pedaled up to the top of Mount Tabor. It was a killer but we made it!

The main thing was that it made biking for the two of us downtown a breeze. Greta attended PNCA camp. We had a blast biking to and from camp/work. Tandem biking takes a little getting used to, especially maintaining momentum when starting out from a stop. Greta would help out bit adjusting the pedal for a good initial power stroke from a stop. With all of the funky bike options in Portland, Trail-A-Bikes, triple tandems, I was surprised by all of the attention we would still attract from passers-by. Greta also enjoyed pouring it on and going fast. The downside was that unlike with a Trail-A-Bike, the pedaling effort of both riders is directly connected. If Greta got tired, I would end up lifting her legs, which is doing more than simply pedaling for her.

It makes sense to break this up, so in a future post I'll cover the two bikes we purchased as Greta's replacement for her 20 inch Capri.

Here's a link to our Flickr photo set on kids' bike


Here's the link to part 2 of this story

Father's Day sauna tale, the urban muk'eevik


In a blog where I write about the good life of solar showers, soaking and saunas, it is important to explore the origins of my interest in this subject. For Father’s Day, here, I share the story of my father’s steam bath, its origins and the important influence it had on my own enthusiasm for a good sweat. (Thank you, Dad!) This particular sauna is where I learned my love for the activity. It remains to this day my all time favorite and not just because of the memories. It has more to do with its character, its proper proportions, patina and location as an urban Alaskan sauna.

The specific details of the steam bath’s origin are a little obscure but I can offer an outline. For starters, I should note that this was constructed to be a proper Alaskan “steam,” not a fussy and sometimes overly austere and minimalist Finnish sauna. I use the two terms interchangeably but favor “steam” over “sauna” for a variety of reasons. An Alaskan steam is different than a sauna. Really it is more like a Russian banya, with more water. It is its own unique creature that has historical antecedents in mining/fishing/logging camps, the Russian colonial period and native traditions.

Dad was inspired to undertake his backyard steam after spending time in the Yukon-Kuskokwim Delta area of Alaska. In the late 1970s Mr. McCabe worked as a contractor to the villages of Naknek, King Salmon and Dillingham. He was the hired gun to either clean up or establish property tax rolls for these villages. In this part of Alaska there is a deep tradition of steams. Many folks have them outside their houses in the native villages. In Yupik they are called muk'ee. “Muk'ee” means bath and “vik” house.

The McCabe steam was converted from an old shed. The shed came from an equally old small house in the working class neighborhood of Fairview in Anchorage. The shed was probably built in the 1920s and is constructed out of whatever the builder could get his hands on, spare boards and even doors. One side looks like it was made of recycled tongue and groove doors. There is even an old keyhole cover and escutcheon plate for an old rim lock door strike mechanism still attached to one of the old door-now-siding pieces. The above photo would have worked better if I had taken it horizontally which would show better how this is a door laid on its side. (If you look closely the slots on the screws of the two plates are still aligned, all vertically, at least in relation to the door.)

The doors and other siding appear as if they might have had some use in the railroad. The Alaska Railroad was headquartered, and has its repair yards, not too far away.

To start the project, the shed was moved to the backyard of our house off of K Street. I remember a bunch of my dad’s friends helped lift the shed over the cinder block wall in the alley and set it in place on top of a wood platform in the back yard. There was lots of grunting, and yelling at me to stay out of the way and to watch my fingers.

Then came the very long process of finishing the interior. There wasn’t a heck of a lot of work to be done but it took a number of years. I helped out a bit here and there. I remember evenings in the backyard with dad puttering away on the project. The garage door would be open. He had a Craftsman radial arm saw, peanut butter jars full of nails and a constantly-full coffee mug of low-grade red wine. We listened to the relatively-new-at-the-time local public radio station, KSKA. I remember listening to salsa, blue grass (incredibly popular in the state at the time) and even a locally-produced gay and lesbian talk show. For the time--I’m guessing around 1977--it must have been politically loaded especially for a small state like Alaska, but then again, Alaska was far less conservative then than it is now.

Up went the insulation, the plastic sheeting and rough-sawn boards for the ceiling. The walls and benches were redwood. Even then they were expensive. A perennial cheap skate, Dad took great care not to mess up his cuts. When he did I heard about it.

The effort to do this finish work slowed to a crawl. Some work would get done and then it would sit for months. From start to finish the project may have taken two years to complete. Once it was done there were a few parties where friends, particularly those who helped move the shed, were invited to steam. Then, maybe kind of like the family boat, it didn’t get used so much.

We were in Hawaii on vacation, I’m guessing in 1978 when my parents took a phone call from the hotel. The tenants who were living in the family’s basement apartment called to say that there had been a fire in the steam. Someone had lit it, presumably to use it. The sauna got too hot and it caught on fire. The tenants discovered it burning and called the fire department. The interior was pretty uniformly charred. It was a sad sight with much hard work lost.

The fire also drew some attention from the authorities. The shed did not meet lot line set back requirements and the wood stove was certainly much too close to the interior walls. We may have received a letter from the city about this, but after a while the violations were forgotten. The steam sat in it’s burned state for a year or so and then Dad set about rebuilding it. Charred wood, particularly from a house fire, can have a very unsettling smell to some folks. In spite of this, my father’s approach to restoring things was to simply flip the charred redwood boards. Those boards cost a lot of money, you know. At the time I was a little appalled. For three or four years the sauna retained the strong burned wood smell but eventually it went away or at least blended into all of the other aromas of a good steam. I look back on this now and appreciate the burned wood actually. The fire in the steam might be considered as if it went through a conditioning stage. Like primitive Finnish saunas and Native American sweat lodges, the room is first filled with smoke from an open fire. Then it's opened up to clear the smoke before people enter to sweat. The smoke aroma is part of the experience.

When I was in high school, the steam bath was used more frequently with friends. It wasn’t until my brother’s generation arrived that the steam really got a regular workout and I more profoundly learned to appreciate the virtues of the steam/sauna.

My brother Michael, largely in cooperation with one particular friend, Paul Adasiak, had sauna parties with his high school friends. All long-time Alaskans, they may not have experienced many other Alaskan saunas or steams, but they intuitively understood the vital role a good steam plays in lifting spirits in a dark cold winter or how it was an excellent way to appreciate the glory of the endless Alaskan summer sunset.

During college I spent a year living in Anchorage. At this time my brother’s crowd began having more frequent sauna gatherings. I would tag along. I have to admit, sometimes I found them a little unsettling. Here were late-teenage boys in the throes of teenage-ness. There was alcohol, shit talking, hair-brained philosophizing, high energy and passion, but mostly we had a lot of laughter and fun.

Michael and Paul, were unabashed hedonists and they took their hedonism to new levels. Certain rituals evolved from their own peculiar form of steaming. They would cook for a while then the water came out. First on the rocks. Then it would be slowly and sensually poured down neighbor’s backs. Folks would scrub each other’s backs with loofa pods. Almond-scented Doctor Bronner’s castile soap was popular for some reason. The steam sessions were mostly young men but they were almost always coed. The evening often would end in a large group shower inside the house where people would soap each other down and rinse off. I used to joke it was like a softcore porn party. As far as I know, no one ever got overly aroused (or, ahem, turgid) but it was little too far-out for me. Predisposed to being reserved and uptight, I would sit the showers out.

Still, one of the reasons I appreciate the steam bath so much is that it is an express train to sensuality. I live in my head a lot and the steam is a very sensual, physical experience. It helps ground me back in the world of physical sensation. I bet this is a reason why it is so popular in Finland. The Finns are notorious for being uptight and reserved. Perhaps the sauna is a pleasurable way to forcibly compensate for a national tendency towards being uptight? At any rate the degree to which my younger brother's crowd took their pursuit of relaxation and pleasure taught me a lot. And it was the frequency of these guys using the sauna that conditioned me to acquire a taste for the steaming habit.

After college the steam bath sessions turned into a more mature crowd. I'd fire up the sauna about once a week. There was a regular crowd of friends. It was a fantastic way for people to get caught up with each other's lives. Sometimes the conversations were mundane. Sometimes we'd voyage into uncharted philosophical territory. During this period the steam was more of a salon of good conversation.

As mentioned earlier, Dad's steam was an urban Alaskan steam bath. It was built very much influenced by native village muk'eevik and cabin saunas but it is located not far from downtown Anchorage in a relatively dense residential neighborhood. The steam opens up out onto the back alley. It was always convenient for a friend to drive or bike up in the evening. They could just roll up, strip down and join in. We’d often all pour out and run up and down the alley to get the circulation moving. It was fun to dive into a snow bank or roll down the grassy hill in the yard opposite the steam. 

We could stand outside, drinking beers, steam rolling off our bodies, and watch the traffic go down the busy L Street artery. Occasionally this would surprise a hotel guest, looking down at us from the nearby Inlet Towers, or an unsuspecting driver going down the alley.

Like my backyard sauna in Portland, Oregon, it’s great to take a primordial experience with smoke and fire and sensuality and drop it into an urban setting. There is something liberating and revolutionary about being this free in the middle of the city. It’s not the shock value but being in a completely different and somewhat heightened (or at least altered) physical and mental state in the context of cars, pavement and houses.

In the early days, Michael and I steamed with Dad and his friends. Later there were times when Dad would come down to visit while we steamed. He steamed with us once in a while but I think the conversation got a little too rambunctious. It was great to have him sit around for a bit, maybe drinking a beer with us while we cooled off outside. I’m sure he enjoyed seeing the sauna well-used and appreciated. We thank you, Dad, for the vision to build an Alaskan steam in your backyard.

Too bad neither Michael nor I live in Alaska to continue its regular use. For now we need to focus our attention on making repairs so it doesn’t deteriorate. The rolled roof is completely missing in some places and water is coming in around the chimney.

Strawberries dried, first drying of the season



Last weekend was a busy one. Saturday the family drove out to Sauvies Island for some U-pick strawberries. We came back with about 45 pounds! With strawberries you don't have a lot of time after they are picked before they go bad and we didn't have a lot of room in our refrigerator. They either need to be eaten (always a viable option!) or preserved pretty quickly. Becky, super woman, dove into action and started canning. With a little help from me and Greta, she cranked out a huge quantity of canned strawberry jam!

I used our berry bounty to take the solar food dryer out on it's maiden voyage. Today, Monday, I harvested the strawberries out of the dryer. Overall it was a success. I did have some observations that are worth sharing about the dryer. (One of my intents with this blog.) As mentioned earlier, I built two solar dryers based on plans from Eban Fodor's book The Solar Food Dryer.

Some notes on the trial run of the dryer
Saturday was an overcast, cooler day and it was late afternoon by the time I had all of the strawberries cleaned, cut up and loaded on the screens. I was able to grab some late sun to get the dryer up to around 110 degrees but that didn't last too long. I was paranoid about fruit flies. We are in the midst of a gigantic fruit fly bloom in our compost, about eight feet from the dryer, so I needed to maintain a higher temperature in the dryer to discourage the flies. I was forced to plug in the dryer over night. It was a little discouraging doing so for the first use of the dryer but the circumstances made it necessary.

The dryer worked. The scent of the drying strawberries was wonderful but it quickly developed significant condensation problems. The night was cool and lots of water built up on the inside of the glass. The strawberries probably retained a lot of water from being washed and they are inherently pretty water-laden anyway. Moist air hitting the cold glass surface caused big water drops to accumulate. Some of the water ran down the inside of the glass and dripped on the screen at the back of the dryer. Maybe a possible solution here is to put a blanket over the glass at night. This would help keep the glass warmer and probably improve the efficiency of the dryer.

One problem I discovered with this dryer is that I forgot to install any screen in the top ventilation door. Oops! This needs to get fixed since keeping bugs out of the dryer, especially when drying sweet stuff, is important. For this batch, I tried to keep the vent door closed as much as possible to keep the flies out by limiting access and maintaining a higher temperature. This meant that I wasn't able to evacuate the moist air as quickly as desirable. I noticed that mold even built up by the side vents. Welcome to Oregon. This is not acceptable. That vent door needs to get fixed!

Comments on drying strawberries
It's weird how there is so much variation in the taste from one strawberry to another. This makes me a little undecided how much I like them as a drying fruit. Some of the first berries I tasted had an odd sort of chemical taste (acetone-ish?) to them which I think is related to the speed and temperature of the drying. (I'm sure there is some food science explanation for this but it's beyond me.) I don't seem to notice this taste as much now. Other berries were absolutely dreamy. The drying concentrates the flavor, making the berries tangier, sweeter and more "strawberry-y" tasting.

We tried some in our Cream of Wheat this morning. For hot cereal, I think I still prefer plums but maybe the berries need to cure in the half gallon mason jar for a while. One problem with the solar dryer is non-uniform drying. A few weeks in the mason jar will help the berries cure to a uniform consistency. Right now some are chewy and some are crunchy. The crunchy ones take a bit too long to soften in the hot breakfast cereal for optimal eating, though as-is I prefer the over-dried crunchy ones for snacking. I have a tendency to over dry fruit. I'm still not very confidant how well partially-dried fruit will stay preserved. This will take some trial and error.

I read some of our old 1970s drying books for information on drying strawberries. These books heartily endorse strawberries as a good drying fruit. One important tip is to place the berries skin-side down otherwise they have a tendency to really get glued to the screen. I was a bit haphazard with my berry placement and some did turn out to get pretty stuck. By pressing up from the underside of the screen, I was able to get the berries free. Still it took a bit of extra effort. The more the berries were dried the easier it was to release them from the screen as they tended to snap off. Some of the less dry strawberries smeared as I was taking them off. Maybe extra dry is the only viable way to dry strawberries?

One book suggested to cut berries into half inch pieces. This is a little vague. Next time I'll stick to simply halving them and quarter the particularly large ones. Quartering rather than slicing prevents a flat fleshy inside surface from getting stuck to the screen. A quartered piece still has some outer skin to put face down.

The two trays, fully loaded with berries, yielded about two pints of dried fruit. Strawberries shrink considerably when dried! We produced these just in time to replace our exhausted supply of plums, though really we should be eating the real thing, fresh strawberries!

And that's probably more than you'll ever want to know about drying strawberries.