Monday, March 15, 2021

Sunday, March 14, 2021

Kilimanjaro: Bernard Freamon mountain climber




This all started on Friday with some chitchat before we began the weekly editorial board meeting of the NJ Law Journal.  Prompted by an obit on the agenda we started trading stories - I pitched in about Aleksander Doba the Polish adventurer who whose death on Kilimanjaro had just been reported.  I mentioned that Bernard Freamon - my Rutgers classmate, friend, historian, and fellow NJ Law Journal Editorial Board member - had climbed Kilimanjaro.  When he logged on it was not possible to tell the story.  So now, with his weekend work behind him he was able to share the story.  It is below.

There has been a delightful exchange as members of the board shared reminiscences of their own greatest adventures in Alaska and Africa, and did some kvelling about their kids who climbed El Capitan, summited Kilimanjaro, or rode a motorcycle to Tierra del Fuego.  But of them all the best tale told is Bernard's. - GWC


Kilimanjaro: Bernard Freamon mountain climber - georgeconk@gmail.com - Gmail
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Yes, I climbed it. With 3 of my best friends. I got to the last hut but the cold and wind and ice were too much to permit me to continue. It was the experience of a lifetime. A Japanese woman who was in our cohort died at the top. She just dropped dead. There was also a Norwegian newlywed couple in our cohort who did their honeymoon by climbing the mountain. They had the best brand-new mountain climbing gear, but the husband got altitude sickness and had to take a three-wheeled ambulance down. Even Norwegians get altitude sickness. Only one of my group made it to the top and he was motivated as his purpose was to scatter his brother's ashes on top, which was his brother's wish. 

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OK Folks. I am done with my law practice work for today and I can turn to providing answers to the questions posed by Ed and others on our Kilimanjaro adventure. 

In the 8th grade, at Broadway Junior High School in Newark, we had a teacher named Reuben Johnson. He taught earth science and he was an extraordinary teacher and mentor, taking us on many field trips and engaging in unforgettable demonstrations of science in class. He kept in touch with us (about 5 of us) as we progressed through high school and college or the military, dubbing us the "Broadway Brothers." He eventually left teaching and moved to Africa, first as a member of the Peace Corps in Botswana and later as deputy director of a charity in Kenya. He was a great influence on me and the other "Broadway Brothers" and several of us traveled to East Africa to visit with him or pursue careers in the region. He is the reason I ended up living in Kenya for two years and teaching at the University of Nairobi.

After he returned to the United States, Mr. Johnson got the idea that we should all climb Mount Kilimanjaro together. We began organizing it and 3 of the 5 "Broadway Brothers" were able to sign on for the trip. We arranged to meet in Tanzania, hired an organizer for the climb, and joined a larger group of about 9 people who planned to jointly do the climb using porters and guides supplied by the organizer. I think that the people in the "cohort," as I call it, did not know each other but were brought together by the organizer, who was an experienced mountain trekker. 
We had about 20 or so porters, carried the equipment we needed on the backs of the porters, including cooking equipment and food, and we ascended the mountain using what was called the "Coca-Cola Route." This was a route popular with tourists because it does not require great mountain-climbing skill but, as it turns out, it was not the best route because it is exhausting and a great strain on the body and mind. I practiced by climbing stairs in Morningside Park in New York for 4 weeks but this did not help that much. 
As John Connell points out, the difficulty with Kilimanjaro is not the mountain-climbing skill needed but the altitude and climate and the need to carefully adjust to the altitude and climate as you ascend mountain. It is a formidable undertaking and not for the faint of heart. John says he collapsed at Kibo Hut, which is at about 17,000 feet, and this happened to us as well. I think all of the routes converge at Kibo Hut and it serves as a base camp to prepare for the final assault on the summit.

 The vistas that one observes while climbing the mountain are spectacular and I cannot put into words the exhilaration that I experienced in doing that. The last part of the climb to Kibo Hut is particularly memorable because you leave the forest and pass through rapid changes in environment, going from alpine meadows to open tree-less desert to tundra and ending in a God-forsaken, cold-as-hell ice field where there is no life except the climbers. I was never so glad to reach that hut as I have ever been in reaching anyplace in all my life. The Japanese lady I spoke about was with us all the way up and there was never any indication that she was sick or in danger of death. She seems to have been a very hearty but older woman who thoroughly enjoyed climbing. 

Our Norwegian compatriots were also good climbing partners. I stayed in the room with them at Kibo Hut and during the night before the final climb his wife notified the medical people at the hut that he was beginning to have altitude sickness symptoms, which includes disorientation, dizziness, nausea, exhaustion and terrible body pain and cramps. There is no cure other than to take the person back down as rapidly as possible to a place where there is more oxygen. They did not have oxygen tanks and similar equipment at the hut. I will never forget watching the ambulance drivers carrying him out of our room and placing him in a three-wheeled rickshaw style ambulance for a mad rush down the mountain. His wife was in tears. I think they thought that being Norwegian gave them an immunity but it did not. All the brand-new equipment did not do him any good. 
Mr. Johnson and two of us determined that we simply did not have the physical strength to get to the top and so we stayed in the hut, sleeping and resting, until it was time to go down. Steve, who is a practicing medical doctor, determined he would try to reach the summit to spread his brother's ashes and he made it. We learned from him that the Japanese lady had died at the top. After we returned to bottom, we took a few days for a safari in the Serengeti and we had a great time recuperating. I would not try it again but I am glad I did it. 

I am not sure what else you want to know but don't hesitate to ask questions if you have follow-up. Mr. Johnson is still alive. On Saturday we celebrated his 85th birthday (I think--he lies about his age). Our trek was written up by a reporter for a New Brunswick newspaper. I have long since forgotten what newspaper that was. I think that Mount Kilimanjaro deserves to be included as one of the wonders of the world. One of the things that I will never forget is the silence of the high-altitude environment. You get a chance to really really really be with yourself. If you are going to die, it is not a bad place to meet your maker. It certainly reconfirmed for me that there is a God and I am blessed to have come up close and personal to one of the wonders of nature and its creator.          

 Peace,

Bernard 

Bernard K. Freamon
Professor of Law Emeritus
Seton Hall Law School

Friday, March 12, 2021

Aleksander Doba, Who Kayaked Across the Atlantic, Dies at 74 - The New York Times

He was 74.  Kinda young, I can say since I've eked past that.
But hey..he got out of a lot of scrapes over the years.​
  So he laid down and died on the top of Mount Kilimanjaro.


Aleksander Doba, Who Kayaked Across the Atlantic, Dies at 74 - The New York Times

Wednesday, March 10, 2021

If you could hear me now . The Mammals - Nonet

 

Kangaroos just wanna have fun

 https://twitter.com/i/status/1210976572540358657

Drumming on Ice - Arctic syncopation

 Norwegian musicians staged the world’s most northerly music concert playing on instruments carved from ice collected from Arctic waters.

Saturday, March 6, 2021

Baby steps



Sunday, February 28, 2021

Horse Latitudes - Paul Muldoon - review by Mark Ford

Paul Muldoon - The call of the Stallion -  review by Mark Ford NY Review

Reviewed:

Paul Muldoon
Paul Muldoon; drawing by David Levine

“Horse latitudes” is a nautical term referring to areas thirty degrees north and south of the equator. Ships sailing these waters often find themselves becalmed, or thrown off course by baffling, unpredictable winds. Paul Muldoon’s new volume of poems, Horse Latitudes, begins with a sequence of nineteen sonnets obliquely concerned with nineteen battles all beginning with the letter B: some are famous, such as the battles of Bannockburn, the Boyne, Bosworth Field, and Blenheim; others, like Baginbun, Benburb, Blaye, and Bazentin, less so. The sonnets often highlight the role played by horses or mules in these battles, and include a series of jibes at a present-day commander in chief bogged down or becalmed in another battleground beginning with B: Bush in Baghdad.

Intercut with the sequence’s historical snapshots and topical allusions are scenes from a different kind of battle—that of the poet’s former lover, Carlotta, with cancer. The poet and Carlotta appear to have met up again in a hotel in Nashville, where one night on television they watch a journalist sarcastically dubbed “some Xenophon”

embedded with the 5th Marines
in the old Sunni Triangle
make a half-assed attempt to untangle
the ghastly from the price of gasoline.

Puns like this have always been crucial to the way Muldoon’s poems conjugate the events of history; they work almost like Brechtian Verfremdungseffekte, distancing effects that prevent us from indulging in easy empathies or simplistic identifications. His wordplay enacts a fundamental or existential embeddedness, revealing over and again the impossibility of untangling individual words or actions from the dizzying webs of language and history. Like the baffling breezes that confuse sailors in the horse latitudes, Muldoon’s verbal sleights of hand insistently push the poem in unforeseen directions, make it drift into weird patterns and peculiar symmetries. Like his previous nine volumes, Horse Latitudes presents a fiendishly complex weather system that can only be negotiated with patience, open-mindedness, an enormous dictionary, and frequent recourse to Wikipedia.

Most of the horses and mules that fe

Alexia Barrier (TSE 4 MyPlanet) finishes 24th - Vendée Globe - En


Alexia Barrier crosses the finish line




 Alexia Barrier (TSE 4 MyPlanet) finishes 24th  - Vendée Globe - En

On a perfect Sunday morning, 28th February, at  06 23 44 hrs UTC  French skipper Alexia Barrier crossed the finish line of the ninth Vendée Globe off Les Sables d'Olonne to finish her race in 24th position of the 33 skippers who started the race on Sunday 8th November. Racing the oldest boat in the fleet, the 41 year old Mediterranean skipper showed great stamina and tenacity for a passage time of 111 days, 17 hours, 03 minutes, her race always reflecting her great enthusiasm and her huge appetite for life.

Her race achieves her ongoing objective of publicising her wider concern for the environment, promoting better, sustainable practices, backed up by an extensive education programme for young people. Racing a boat launched in 1998 she extends the storied round the world racing history with  completes the seventh lap of the planet for ‘the Penguin’ an IMOCA which was designed by Marc Lombard for Catherine Chabaud's Vendée Globe 2000.

Her ability to take on the Vendée Globe was only really cemented in September last year, two months before the start when TSE, a French solar energy company sign up at the last minute as her major sponsor. And so beyond the challenge of the race itself Barrier is committed to supporting scientific research and raising public awareness of the importance of ocean science in the protection of the seas and the sustainable use of marine resources.

As part of a partnership signed between the IMOCA Class and the Intergovernmental Oceanographic Commission (IOC) of UNESCO, Barrier sailed with a thermosalinograph, a mini laboratory that allows her to collect water samples taking temperatures, salinity and CO2 from all along the course. She also deploys a Météo France buoy and an ARGO float.

After the start she is quickly into her rhythm. Regardless of the tough conditions of the first few days Barrier is always pushing hard and usually smiling and in harmony with her older boat. “It requires a lot of attention, trimming and adjustments and is very physical but dependable but I love my Penguin!” she said.

One day after her passage of the Equator, on November 26, Alexia turns 41 "There is no better way to spend a birthday than at sea." She says.

Her first time in the big south

Before the start Barrier spoke about the deep south, saying, "I'm really not making a big deal out of it, I'm just waiting to be there to experience it when I am there and take it all as it comes. We can’t worry and predict about what lies ahead.”

Even so as she approaches the Roaring 40s there she has an air of slight trepidation,
"I'm glad there are people around, that comforts me. We are competitors but we take care of each other. I hope we will stay together."

Such is the sunny outlook and positive mindset which always underpins her race, always happy to communicate and share her feelings, more than once entertaining with her singing and dancing with a sheer joie de vie.

In mid-December as she passes South Australia, she said "I'm smiling, I'm starting to get used to the conditions."

At Christmas Barrier is tested with a very unwelcome gift, her starboard runner block explodes:
"The mast went forward and I thought in an instant it was all over. I immediately rolled my J2 and gybed I was terrified!"

She employed an ingenious way to check for any damage hoisting her Go Pro up the mast A few days later she reflects:

"I'm happy to be here, everything is going pretty well. There are much more serious things in life than breaking a block."

The skipper of TSE-4myplanet is not spared further challenges. The ten days approaching Cape Hor are particularly complicated with big winds and seas, an unrelenting challenge describes as "intense and violent."

But in spite of everything, she continues to rave about the adventure she is enjoying.

"Cape Horn, you finally deserve it when you are there. And the South is a great experience: there are lights, clouds, absolutely fantastic sunrises and sunsets! "

Even under the worst conditions she shows typical perseverance and good humour.
"I try to take on problems with a smile. You don't have to live them under a black cloud, you have to solve it and enjoy having solved it until the next one."

She counts on on the little notes and photos she finds in her food bags throughout this period. "I have lots of blue post-it notes and a bit of encouragement. I had prepared 50 photos, I draw one out at random every day, it makes me smile. These are photos of my friends and relatives, photos of boats, of my Mini, more artistic photos, a photo of SOS Mediterranean."

Throughout her race, Alexia always repeats. "Competing in the Vendée Globe is such a privilege."

After Cape Horn and her deliverance from the south, the ascent of the Atlantic promises to be more serene, with a relatively benign doldrums "I had 36 hours with squalls that made my life difficult but not for long."

But on February 15, a little over a week before the arrival at Les Sables d'Olonne, the sailor had a bad fall while dressing and hurt her back.

She is quite immobilised by the intense pain to the end, but true to herself she pushes her injured body until she achieves her goal competing the race wearing her big smile and her head held high "I am not fed up about my back I will soon have completed my Vendée Globe and that's all that matters." She said a few days before her finish.

Asked before the start "What is your main quality?"  she replied instantly "My fighting spirit".

Completing her Vendée Globe today proves that is only but one of her many qualities but probably the one which got her to the finish line.

ALEXIA BARRIER'S STATS

She covered the 24,365 miles of the theoretical course at an average speed of 9.09 knots.
Distance actually traveled on the water: 28 170 miles at 10.51 knots on average

THE GREAT PASSAGES

Equator
25th on 25/11/2020 22:08 UTC after 17d 08h 48min of race, 7d 08h 49min after Alex Thomson (HUGO BOSS)

Cape of good hope
21st on 12/11/2020 05h51 UTC after 32d 16h 31min of race, 10d 06h 40min after Charlie Dalin (Apivia)

Cape Leeuwin
25th on 12/27/2020 11:48 UTC after 49d 10h 28min of race, 14d 12h 22min after Charlie Dalin (Apivia)

Cape Horn
24th 24/01/2021 21:55 UTC after 77d 08h 35min of race, 22d 08h 12min after Yannick Bestaven (Maître CoQ IV)

Equator (back)
24th 11/02/2021 22:35 UTC after 95d 09h 15min of race, 26d 03h 23min after Louis Burton (Bureau Vallée 2)

Her boat

Architect: Marc Lombard
Construction site: MAG France, Fontenay-le-Comte
Launched: 1997


Saturday, February 27, 2021