It started in March.  Karen's daughter called and said that a doctor friend at an Oregon hospital was having problems getting Personal Protective Equipment (PPE), especially masks.  Each doctor was using multiple N-95 masks on their shifts and they were desperate for any help possible since they were running short.  She suggested that cloth mask covers would extend the useful life of their N-95 masks.

Being an accomplished seamstress, Karen took a quick look at the Deaconess website and their YouTube tutorial on making masks, and got to work.  We did some research and discovered that 100% cotton flannel was the most effective material, so we went to the local fabric store and bought yards and yards of different flannel fabrics as well as all the 1/4" flat elastic they had.  Karen also placed orders for 100-yard rolls of elastic with staggered delivery times.  

Karen put together several prototypes which we tried ourselves. We gave a few to neighbors and several to an EMT who had the same issues getting PPE.   After learning that the prescribed sizes on the Deaconess site were too small for some people and too large for others, Karen modified the design to create a larger, better-fitting, easily adjustable mask.   Ultimately as more studies on materials came out, we settled on a two layer flannel + cotton combination which, while not quite as effective as an N-95 mask, has been shown to be much more effective than a surgical mask.  

To date, we have given away over 900 masks, including 225 last week alone.

Tearing Fabric is more fun than you can imagine
Since Karen is the seamstress and I'm not much good with a sewing machine, Karen asked me to do fabric cutting.  This was pretty intimidating for me as I'm not really very accurate with a pair of scissors (I can't cut straight).  Karen reassured me that this was going to be fun.  She put me to work TEARING and cutting.  And the tearing is quite rewarding, releasing pent-up frustrations after weeks of sheltering in place.

As it turns out, once you remove the selvage (the border) from most of the fabrics we bought, the width is forty inches.  Since the dimensions of our unsewn masks  are 7" x 10", the cutting/tearing becomes quite simple. 

I take several yards of flannel which is 40" wide, lay it out, and make small cuts (1/2" to 1") every seven inches.  I then start tearing.  I just rip the fabric at each of those cuts and voila, I have a bunch of 7" x 40" strips.  

Karen's initial assembly process is very similar to what's described in the Deaconess video.  
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She starts sewing mid way on a long edge, slips in the elastic strip at a 45 degree angle from the corner, sews that down, reaches in and folds the other end of the elastic strip into the adjacent corner on the short side and sews that down.  She repeats on the opposite side, leaving the middle of a longer side open so that the mask can be reversed.  

To break up the monotony and improve efficiency, Karen will do this for a couple dozen masks.  Then, perhaps while continuing whatever Netflix, CBS All Access, or Prime series we're following at the moment, she'll take a still-inverted mask with straps inside, reverses it, and pins 3 pleats across the mask, using 6 pins.  By the end of a show, she has a stack of masks ready to finish.

To finish, Karen takes the stack of pinned masks and sews around twice.  This reinforces the integrity of the masks and the elastic straps.  Next, Karen folds the mask in half, and sews a line from a quarter inch from the fold to the folded edge (about an inch).  This creates a pleat over the nose which makes the mask fit better without adding more complex and less durable metal strips over the bridge of the nose - she made several of those using metal strips from coffee bags but after many washings, they need to be resewn. 

Finally, to make the mask adjustable, Karen ties a slip knot into each of the straps enabling the wearer to tighten or loosen the mask simply by pulling the elastic though the slip knot.  

Sewing and pinning time for Karen averages out to less than 5 minutes per mask.  Cutting time for masks and elastic is less than two minutes, so we're looking at a total of less than 7 minutes per mask.​

Okay, I admit it.  It was fun and I felt like I was helping.  But then came the ties.  

When we ran out of elastic, we had to make ties.  

The cutting and tearing was more challenging as we created one-inch strips 48" long.  The calculations on how to cut/tear the strips depends on the dimensions of the fabric if you want to optimize fabric use for ties and masks.

Once we had strips, I had to iron the strips.  Okay, not too bad.  Then, I had to fold the 48" length from one edge to the middle, ironing as I went.  Did I say that I'm not very good at small detailed tasks, especially those with a hot iron? 

​Next, I had to fold the other edge over the first and iron it down for the entire length.  In general, it took me about two minutes for each strip which would produce three 16-inch ties.  In other words, for 3 masks I was looking at four minutes - just for the ties.  Note that this is compared to 30 seconds for three masks with elastic straps.

Karen then zigzagged the ties.  That took time and the assembly was more complicated.  We estimate that a mask with ties takes almost two and a half times as long - 18 minutes versus less than 7 minutes. 

Fortunately, more elastic arrived and we ultimately went back to elastic.  Also, as our medical professionals told us, masks with elastic are much easier to take on and off.  And time counts.
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At first, we were just filling requests from family and friends.  Next,  Karen shipped to some of the places listed on the Deaconess site.  Since then, we've provided masks to nursing homes, hospitals, behavioral health centers, homeless shelters, doctors' offices and clinics, restaurants,  and more.  Karen has worked hard to develop local distribution networks and they seem to be able to take all we can make, and they need more.  

Yesterday we bought lots more fabric.  We're slowing the pace a little, but Karen is still looking at making 25 or more per day.  We'll should pass 1000 masks shipped and donated within a week.  
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Give it a shot.  The sewing isn't terribly complicated, and if you can get your spouse to help, you'll have a fun project you can do together.  And, you'll make a difference.

​If you've looked at blog posts in my EV category, you know that Karen and I are big fans of electric vehicles.  We bought our first all-electric car in 2013, and fell in love with the Chevy Bolt that we leased at the end of 2016.  It became our primary car as we learned that EVs are ready for long trips as well as short ones - we regularly drove it on trips over 350 miles in a day, took it to the mountains, and even on a 1200 mile trip to Oregon for the eclipse.  However, the one place we didn't take the Bolt was to the snow.  For that we kept our reliable Audi Allroad.  

As I mentioned in my post on the Paris Auto Show, we started looking for an all-electric small SUV.  The Audi etron looked very promising, but when the EPA came out with a rating of 204 miles, we had doubts we could make the 175-mile trip to the mountains (which includes a 3500' altitude gain) without stopping to charge.  As we discovered after a 4-day test drive, this didn't appear to be a real problem.  It looked like the EPA severely underestimated the range of the Audi etron so we put one back on order.   

Taking our etron home
Our last three weeks in France saw non-stop major named storms with more rain in days than the region normally sees all year.  Our French friends asked us if we could take the rain back to California with us and our friends here in California asked us if we could bring the rain back from France.  We promised to do our best.

True to our word, the rain stopped in France the day after we left and it started in California the day after we returned.  We raced over rainy highway 17 to Steven's Creek Audi where Cassandra Crawford had our Galaxy Blue etron waiting for us.  We had ordered 19-inch wheels to maximize range of the car.  

As papers were signed, we saw the rain increasing, and our first experience in our etron was trying to make it back over sinuous highway 17 in nearly zero visibility rain and wind with tremendous amounts of water on the road.  As we later learned, bombogenesis had turned the first major storm of the season into an epic one with hurricane force winds and rain.  The etron, with its all-season tires got us home safely.

Before heading into the Sierra, we wanted to put snow tires on the etron.  With the Allroad, I had discovered that Michelin X-Ice tires not only handled snow well, but actually gave us better mileage than the tires we used in the summer.  Ultimately, we kept them on all year.  I ordered the Michelins and two days later put them on the Audi.  We drove our Bolt around town that weekend, planning to take our etron on its first trip to the snow on Monday.  

The Scare

The next morning we woke up early and raced up to Kirkwood.  I guess I can say we raced, but with chain controls much of the way, it took us about an hour.  It's 40 miles and we averaged 1.6 mi/kWh, using 30% of the battery charge.  The etron with its new Michelin shoes handled the snow as an Audi should. 

I had purchased a TeslaTap from evseadapters.com.  We plugged into the Tesla charging station (a destination charger, not a Supercharger), and were pleased to see the etron charging at 9.6 kW.  

Three hours later, our 'warm-up-day' skiing done and the etron fully charged, we headed back down to our place.  Amazingly, we only used 3% of the battery for the 40 miles.  

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350 Miles of range in an etron?

After several days of great skiing and trips up and down the mountain in the etron, we charged fully and headed back to Santa Cruz.  Since we drove back at night, there was little traffic.  The first 30 miles are mostly downhill and the speed limit is 55 MPH.  But the vast majority of the trip was open freeway at 75 MPH.  

The photo above shows the etron with over 350 miles of range (the 38 miles driven to that point and the guess-o-meter showing 313 miles.  Clearly, that's not realistic, but upon arriving in Santa Cruz, after 175 miles, we had 40% of the battery remaining.  And while 30 miles was downhill, it's still pretty impressive that we saw the equivalent of 292 miles of range.  

We made a second trip to the mountains this past week and saw similar results.  I note that we didn't stop to charge and made it to our place with 20% of the battery left.  And now, after driving the etron for over 3 weeks with 1600 miles on it, our average consumption is over 2.8 mi/kWh.  That means that in mixed, mostly highway driving, we're seeing over 234 miles of range, average.  This includes a fair amount of cold weather driving (mornings at Kirkwood were as cold as 13 degrees Fahrenheit (-10 Celsius)). 

I attribute this to the fact that we are experienced EV drivers who know how to optimize regen.  We drive in efficiency mode with max regen all the time.  I'm sure the 19 inch wheels help too.  

Weirdly, unlike other EVs, we get better range on the highway than around town.  We're generally seeing 2.6 mi/kWh around town but 2.9 mi/kWh on the highway.

What don't we like about the etron?

The etron is an amazing car - not just an amazing EV, it's a truly impressive vehicle of any kind.  It's almost eerily quiet and smooth and has every appointment you can imagine - definitely a luxury vehicle.  So what don't we like about the etron?

Well, it's a bit large for us.  But we'll live with the extra space until we find a smaller AWD EV with similar range and handling.  Our issues are minor.  While the middle of the back seat folds down to allow skis to pass through, there is no sack as there used to be in previous Audis.  We bought one.  The glove box could be a bit larger.  Also, the timed charging is not the best.  With the Bolt, we put in the location, tell it what hours are best for charging, and if we plug it in, it waits until those low-cost times.  It gives us the option to charge as soon as possible (within the ideal window, or as late as possible).  With the Audi, it's more complicated and doesn't include the 'as soon as possible' option.  If weather changes or there's an outage, you can end up with a car that's not fully charged.  And don't forget to explicitly set the timer.  With the Bolt, it knows automatically.  I just plug it in.  Hopefully Audi will figure out how to be competitive with Chevy on that front.

And, the etron has a clever mechanism to give you the speed limit by reading road signs.  Unfortunately, we have truck speed signs nearby limiting their speed to 35 MPH.  I get warnings if I go over 35 MPH.  This occurs often and I find it annoying.  I like the idea of a speed warning when I'm 10 MPH over the limit, but if it can't accurately determine the limit, it becomes a bit of a pain.  Truck and school zones are the worst but it also sometimes misses signs if there's a vehicle between the etron and the sign.  Supposedly it coordinates with the NAV system but I haven't seen that.

The only other thing missing for me is the lack of a heated steering wheel.  This is our winter vehicle and I really miss a heated steering wheel on cold mornings.  Even our Bolt has one.  Yes, you can preheat the car, but when you get out of the ocean after a cold surf session, or finish skiing with freezing hands, wrapping your hands around a warm steering wheel is heaven.  Yeah, I'm a wimp!

So as you can see, we love our new SKI-TRON.  It's a bit more car than we need, but it's hard to complain about an EV that performs like this.  For us it is the ultimate ski vehicle.  Even the mountain gave us a thumbs up on the etron's first day at Kirkwood.

Most of our visitors to the Pays Basque come to see the spectacular coastline.  They spend time in our little village of Guethary, explore San Jean de Luz, Biarritz, and Bayonne, and do some hiking in the Pyrenees.  Before they leave, we always recommend that they take a drive along the  beautiful Nive River through the foothills of the Pyrenees to Saint Jean Pied de Port, about an hour away.  

This drive epitomizes the old saying that "It's not about the destination; it's about the journey." 

Taking D932 and D918, you'll pass through numerous Basque villages worth visiting.  The most well-known are probably  Espelette, Cambo Les Bains, Itxassou, Louhossoa, and Bidarray, but there are many others where you can spend an hour or two visiting the local churches,  tasting the local  cheeses, honey, sausages, and other artisanal products.

Since it had been a few years since we'd done the drive ourselves, Karen and I decided to revisit the area.  Our first stop was Espelette.

The village of Espelette is world renown for its peppers.  In our part of the Basque region, you find Espelette peppers in most dishes.  The peppers are dried and ground and have a rich flavor that complements most seafood, vegetables and meats.  The spice is not terribly hot until you heat it or add garlic, which we often do.  While the French tend to avoid spicy (hot) foods, in small quantities, Espelette pepper seems to be acceptable to their palettes.  

The village of Espelette sits atop a hill with views of the Pyrenees.  In the fall, most of the buildings in the village itself and all of the nearby farmhouses are covered with Espelette peppers, hung to dry.  You can buy the ground pepper itself, or sample countless products ranging from spiced wines to spiced ice cream.  In late October, thousands of people from all over the world descend on Espelette for the Fete du Piment d'Espelette - Espelette Pepper festival.   With limited access and parking, we tend to avoid the Fete, but Espelette is a great place to visit the rest of the year.

Cambo les Bains is world-famous for its thermal baths and therapies for a variety of muscular skeletal and respiratory ailments.  It's the largest village along our route and aside from the baths is known as the home of Edmond Rostand, the author of Cyrano de Bergerac.  His home, the Villa Amaga, is a national heritage site with museum and spectacular gardens.   There are excellent cafes and restaurants in the main part of the village.  

Roland was Charlamagne's nephew and comanded a force charged with protecting the Franks from the Bretons.  Later in his career, in 778 AD, he led an army into Spain conquering countless villages.  However, he met his death at the Pas de Roland where Basques ambushed the Franks in this narrow gorge carved by the Nive River.  Several legends try to explain the creation of the arch.  Most claim that Roland himself carved it with his sword to escape the Basque attacks.  But the Pas de Roland is recognized by the Basques as proof of their resilience against invading armies.

In my previous post Ainhoa et La Chapelle d’Aubépine – a spectacular hike in the Pyrenees,
I mentioned the GR10, the 538-mile trail from the Atlantic to the Mediterranean.  If you continued on the trail from La Chapelle d'Aubepine, you'd reach Itxassou, one of many stops along the GR10.      

Leaving Itxassou and continuing on the D918, you'll pass Bidarray, which is known for its white water rafting on the Nive River, and Louhosoa, a cute village with countless places to try local cheeses, the Biscuiterie Basque, where you can sample Basque baked goods, and the church with its amazing acoustics - perfect to hear Basque songs during a Mass.

From here, the D918 runs very close to the river.  You can stop and picnic at several spots.  Ultimately, you'll come to Saint Jean Pied de Port.  Arriving, it doesn't look like much.  You should park and make your way into the walled city.  ​​
        

Saint Jean Pied de Port is best known as one of the main stops on the Camino de Santiago de Campostela - the Way of Saint James.  Most of the French routes for this pilgrimage pass through Saint Jean Pied de Port and as you walk through the cobblestone streets, you'll see numerous hostels where pilgrims can spend the night at no charge if they have a credencial - a pilgrim's passport.  Saint Jean Pied de Port is also the most popular starting point for the pilgrimage.  It's a bit over 500 miles to Santiago de Campostela in Galicia, Spain.  People have been doing this pilgrimage since the 8th century and now, thousands of pilgrims and non-pilgrims hike the trail as a physical, mental and spiritual challenge.  

The medieval city of Saint Jean Pied de Port is dominated by the Citadel.  Once a fortress designed to spot invading Spanish armies, it's now a school.

In the past, Karen and I have climbed up the hill to the Citadel and then returned via a narrow path with very steep steps on the south side of the Citadel.  

Since we'd been to the Citadel several times before, we decided to walk around the back of the edifice before descending back to the city.
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As we were about to take the rugged steps down on the south side, we spotted a single-track trail on the left that seemed to head east above the river.  We followed the trail and were pleased to find that it ultimately came down to the river a mile or so above the main part of Saint Jean Pied de Port.  We followed the river back, stopping regularly to admire the views, look for trout in the river, and marvel at the hatch of thousands of water spiders.  

Back in the village, we found a small creperie and took a table overlooking the Nive.  After a leisurely late lunch, where we reflected on our enjoyable hike and reviewed our photos, we made our way back to Guethary just as the rain began.  

If you're in the Basque region, take a day and explore these inland villages.  You won't be disappointed.

After a week of spectacular fall weather with temperatures in the mid to upper 70s, the beginning of November began with a rainy forecast - for at least a week.  Seeing a brief break before heavy precipitation began, Karen and I decided to see if we could sneak in a hike before returning to shelter from the incoming storm at our place in Guethary.

Our friend Dominique Pasquier Biansan had recently posted Sebastien Carnet's spectacular sunset picture above, taken from La Chapelle d’Aubépine near the small Basque village of Ainhoa about 35 minutes from here.   In spite of all the hiking we've done in the Pyrenees, and although we've come across prehistoric cromlechs, dolmen, and megaliths out in the middle of nowhere (see my post Pays Basque: Sare, Zugarramurdi,  (witches!) and a Hike into Prehistory), we had yet to come across Basque steles - ancient burial markers found along trails in the mountains.  We decided to brave a few residual showers and make our way to the chapel.

We parked in Ainhoa, which sits right on the Spanish border.  The village is well known as a stop for pilgrims on on the Santiago de Campostella or the Way of Saint James.  It's also a stop for those hiking the GR-10 - the 538-mile trail that runs from Hendaye on the Atlantic, through the Pyrenees to the Mediterranean:  157,000 vertical feet of climb in what, for most, is a two-month hike.   

Heading out of the village, we started up a paved road which soon turned to dirt - no motor vehicles allowed.  After the first turn, we read the warning sign about Betizu - wild cattle that roam this section of the Pyrenees - in a nutshell, avoid them if at all possible.  Fortunately, we didn't see any on this hike (we'd seen them on others and they were pretty aggressive), but we did pass a few groups of Pottuk - small semi-wild horses also native to the Pyrennes.  

We continued up the steep road/trail and were stunned by the beauty in spite of the numerous showers limiting our views. 
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And, over the course of our 50-minute hike to the chapel, each turn revealed even more amazing vistas. 

​After climbing about 1000 vertical feet, we were a bit disappointed by the chapel itself.  It was built on a site where a shepherd saw the Virgin Mary who appeared above a hawthorn bush (aubépine in French).  It was closed today.  Perhaps the inside is impressive, but my photos of the exterior weren't worth posting.   Then again, it wasn't the chapel we'd come to see.  It was the steles and the views from the top.  
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While many of the steles are reproductions, several are originals, dating from the early 1600s.  They are intricately carved on both sides unlike headstones we see in the States.  On the originals, most of the designs remain, but nearly 400 years of exposure to the elements has made the text illegible. 
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The showers stopped, and our photos improved.  We considered continuing on the GR10 a bit further.  Past the chapel, it turns into a single track trail and there's a loop back to Ainhoa, which would make a nice 6-mile hike.  However, given the incoming weather and our limited experience with the area, we decided to be conservative and head back down the way we came.  

This, like most parts of the GR-10 is well worth the hike.  We're looking forward to longer forays into this area once the weather improves.

It was a beautiful swell from the southern hemisphere and Southern California was seeing double-overhead waves.  My friend Tom and I raced to a secret spot north of Los Angeles where we, along with a few others, caught some of the best waves of our young lives.  We were both 19.  At sunset, Tom went in and I waited for one more.  As expected, it was perfection.  A nice stand-up barrel after takeoff and then a long workable wall that would take me to the beach.

I knew that my wave would meet an outgoing wave from the steep beach and I expected a huge vertical exit.  What I didn't expect was the hyperextension and dramatic compression that would crush two discs (between L5 and S1 and L4 and L5), and would leave me nearly paralyzed on the beach.  Tom carried me to the car and it was six months before I could touch my knees and nearly a year before I was back to surfing.

Over the next forty years, I had intermittent back problems some of which would sideline me for weeks at a time.  I saw doctors and chiropractors and got temporary relief, but invariably would have flare ups a few times a year.  The quality of my surfing was dependent on the condition of my back.  When I had no pain, I surfed well.  Otherwise, I was slow to get up and conservative in my drives down the line and off the lip.  

When there was no surf, I went trail running if my back permitted.  At some point, I developed Achilles tendinitis and saw Jeff Moreno at Precision Physical Therapy.  He put me through some tests, watched me walk, and declared that like most surfers he worked with, I was an 'Extender'.  I had spent most of my life arching my back while paddling, had over-developed back muscles and under-developed core strength.  My posture was bad, I sat and stood incorrectly, and I was a mess.  

Trusting his judgement, I started developing core strength, corrected my posture, and was diligent in not 'extending'.  I later discovered that Kelly Slater had put out a video on core strength for surfing and added those exercises and paddling techniques to those prescribed by Jeff.  

Six months later, my back pain was gone.  Over the next seven years I had zero back pain.  No flare ups.  When my fellow surfers complained about back issues, I talked up core strength.  I was finally done with back pain and back to surfing at full capacity.

The Accident
Like most surfers, I've had my share of accidents: a fin into the thigh when a barrel collapsed on me at Wind'n'Sea in San Diego, stitches from run-ins with boards (not always mine) and encounters with rocks and reefs, and a torn MCL, which I rehabbed (see How I Rehabbed my MCL Tear).   So, I wasn't surprised when I hit the bottom at the Lane ten weeks ago.  Unfortunately, what is normally just a bounce off the bottom was much worse this year because of the portions of the cliff that fell in last winter.  Sharp rocks have accumulated in front of the point.  

I managed to finish the surf session after recovering for ten minutes, but the next day, I could hardly move.  I had hit my sacrum on a rock.  There was significant bruising and my back was twisted.  After a couple of osteopathic treatments (see another post on Why I Believe in Osteopathy) and a great massage with a 'Q-L Release' from Rochelle at Joy of Movement, I was on the mend.  Surfing wasn't a problem and I was dancing, hiking, and playing disc golf. 

I knew I was only at maybe 80% recovered but hey, why limit myself?  Of course I did something stupid and it was game-over.
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I woke up the next day in extreme pain.  I couldn't walk more than a few feet, couldn't stand, couldn't sit, and couldn't lie down.  Most of the pain was down the front of my thigh, and my knee was hypersensitive.  Over the next week, the pain increased each day.  I tried to sleep standing up but that didn't work.  The doctors gave me anti-inflammatory shots, morphine, and hydrocodone, but nothing stopped the pain.  After another week with continued degradation, my osteopath recommended surgery.  The docs at PAMF scheduled an MRI (the most painful experience of my life - even after a big morphine injection) and the surgeon diagnosed a herniated disc with nerve impingement between L3 and L4.  

Never having had any kind of surgery, the prospect was terrifying, but I knew I couldn't live in that state.  

I met with the surgeon who described the 'minimally invasive' microdiscectomy.  It did require general anesthesia.  He would make a 3 cm incision, shave the bone and the disc and free the nerve.  Aside from recovering from the incision, I should be pain-free immediately after the surgery.  Complications were rare.   In the meantime, the surgeon prescribed Gabapentin to calm the nerve pain.  

Doing the research, it appeared that the only real risk arose if you needed another surgery.  The additional scar tissue could complicate subsequent surgeries.  The one thing that concerned me was that studies showed that after two years, patients who avoided surgery had the same outcome as those who had the surgery.  It looked like aside from the risks of that scarring, the surgery provided a faster way to get pain-free but that alternative treatments could be as effective.

I scheduled the surgery, did all the pre-clearance testing, and two days later - three days before the surgery - I was feeling a bit better.  I still couldn't walk or lie down, but I could sit.  I was able to get a partial night's sleep - my first in weeks - sitting up. ​  As the surgeon explained, this was the result of the Gabapentin.  And that was as good as it got.  At least I could sleep a bit.

The Miracle Machine
Hearing about my impending surgery, a friend who had gone through multiple back surgeries contacted me.  Several months ago, he was about to undergo yet another surgery (he'd been suffering back pain since a car accident when he was a teenager), when someone suggested he contact Dr. Bernstein at Santa Cruz Osteopathic.  After a few weeks of treatments on a spinal decompression machine, he said that he had now gone six months without pain and without medication for the first time in his life (actually, since his accident decades before). 

I did the research and discovered that MDs and DOs had a 90-100% success rate with the decompression machine while chiropractors had success rates between 50% and 60%.  This was attributed to the DOs and MDs being more experienced doctors who could accurately read an MRI and better target the focus of the  machine, as well as the fact that they could better identify patients who wouldn't benefit from the treatment.  They also can prescribe medication like the Gabapentin.  

I spoke with the surgeon and we agreed to postpone the surgery to see if this would work.  

I met with Dr. Richard Bernstein who reviewed my MRI and pointed out my original injury with degradation of my vertebrae from S1 through L4 and the nerve impingement between L3 and L4.  He said I was a good candidate for SpineMed treatment. It would give me the spacing necessary to relieve the nerve pain and would stimulate blood flow to the damaged disc and to the previously degraded vertebrae.  The treatment wasn't covered by insurance and would require 20-25 sessions.  He suggested two 30-minute sessions a day.  

Because I still couldn't lie down without major pain, the first sessions were difficult.  I had a hard time not moving.  I was constantly trying to relieve the pain.   I suspect I reduced the efficacy of the machine because I couldn't lie still.  By the 10th session, I could lie with legs elevated and minimal adjustments.  By the 19th session, I could lie there comfortably, and afterwards, could sit and stand, and walk short distances pain free.  

Dr. Bernstein suggested I continue for a few more sessions - one a day for the next week.  

Two days later, I was walking well.  I also started physical therapy at Precision. I took Precision's Spine Dynamics class, and  continued massage with Rochelle.  For the first time in over two months, I had zero pain.  I tentatively began increasing my walking distance and now, a week after my last treatment on the SpineMed machine, I'm up to 3 miles a day at a rapid pace.  Yesterday, I took my new board  (which I ordered just before my accident), and paddled for 20 minutes - again with no pain.  

My physical therapist is cautioning a slow return to full activity.  I have lots of exercises to do, but she thinks I'll be surfing in two weeks.  In the meantime, I can stand-up paddle, hike, and start dancing again.  I still have some residual hypersensitivity around my knee (about 10% of what it was), but Dr. Bernstein and the physical therapist believe that as the nerve heals, that will disappear.

If you're considering back surgery because of lumbar disc problems, see if you can find a doctor (MD or DO) who has a SpineMed machine.  In Santa Cruz, definitely have a talk with Dr. Bernstein.  

After doing this treatment and a lot more research, I honestly believe that this is a great alternative to surgery for most lumbar problems and that surgery should really be a last resort.
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Stroke.  Stroke.  Stroke.  Breathe right side.  

Stroke.  Stroke.  Stroke.  Breathe left side.  

Stroke.  Stroke. Stroke.

Mark Hamilton was swimming nude in Monterey Bay.  He’d left his clothes above the high tide line on Natural Bridges beach, gazed at the lights of Monterey and Pacific Grove across the Bay, and started swimming.   Having surfed almost every day over the past forty plus years, this seemed like an appropriate way to end his life.    

The water was a chilly 55 degrees.  He’d worn his surfing ear plugs and triathlon swim cap to eliminate the discomfort he felt in his ears when swimming in cold water.  Although this was a suicide, he wanted it to be painless.  In fact, he was relying on what he’d discovered years before when training for his first triathlon – he loved to swim.  It wasn’t just something you did when you lost your board, it was meditative.  Your body and breathing got into a rhythm and you could just empty your mind.  You could forget the pressures of the day and the sins of your life.  

Stroke.  Stroke.  Stroke.  Breathe right side.
  
If all went as planned, he’d last an hour, maybe a bit more.  But in an hour, he’d be well out to sea.  The tide was dropping so it would help him along.  He’d probably be two miles from shore.

Mark had studied the effects of hypothermia when he’d worked as a beach lifeguard during college, and revisited them the week before.  It usually took at least twenty to thirty minutes for the first effects to set in.  Once your body temperature drops below ninety-five degrees, you start to lose coordination. In an hour or so, he’d be so exhausted that he’d lose consciousness.  Then he’d drown.  His lifeless body would sink and maybe he’d be lunch for a passing shark.  He certainly hoped he wouldn’t wash up on a local beach and frighten some poor child.  No.  He would be far enough from shore that his body would never be found.

Stroke.  Stroke.  Stroke.  Breathe left side.   

And the swimming should help speed the process.  He’d burn much more energy swimming than just floating.  Exhaustion should overcome him soon. 
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Mark paused in his swim.  He looked back at lights from the homes on West Cliff Drive, then east at the Wharf, the Boardwalk, the East Side and the power plant at Moss Landing.  It looked like he’d been swimming pretty straight.  

Rising up on a passing swell, he looked south and could still make out the lights of Monterey and Pacific Grove some twenty five miles away.  Mark double checked the position of the soon to be setting moon on his right side and began swimming again.  He knew this was the right thing to do. 

Stroke.  Stroke.  Stroke.  Breathe right side.​

Hey.  I'm an extreme sports kind of guy.  As you can see from the photos above and in my Picture Gallery, I love surfing, skiing, kayaking whitewater, hang gliding, and more - individual sports that force me to hone my skills and my body so that I can experience the best Mother Nature has to offer.  So how is it that I took up disc golf?

It all started with Karen's son Victor.  He had learned disc golf through a friend in college and thought it would be fun to get his mom to play.  Karen joined him and they started playing fairly regularly.  

For those of you who don't know, disc golf is very similar to golf.  The rules are essentially identical, except that instead of using a club to hit a ball down a well-tended fairway hoping to put it in a hole a few to several hundred yards away, in disc golf, you throw Frisbee-like discs with the objective of putting one in a basket a few to several hundred feet away somewhere in a forest, in the mountains - out in nature.  

Each 'hole' has a par just like golf.  There's a tee pad from which you make your first throw.  Your next throws are played from where the previous one landed.  Just like ball golf.  There are hundreds of types of discs which fall into basic categories of driver - long range, mid-range, and putters/approach discs.  Some fly straight, some turn left, some right, some are good in wind, some are better downhill - you get the idea.   They're not standard Frisbees.
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Anyway, Karen and Victor tried to convince me that I should play with them.  Although I claimed that disc golf didn't fit my concept of sport and that my sports required too much time to take up another hobby, truth be told, I knew I would be terrible at it.

You see, at the University, while my friends were on the beach throwing Frisbees and doing all sorts of tricks, or playing Ultimate Frisbee (like American football with Frisbees), I was in the water surfing.  I'd never learned how to throw a Frisbee with any consistency.  And why  should I start now?

But with Karen and Victor spending more and more time playing, I ultimately caved and joined them.  Guess what?  I sucked.  I was truly terrible.  Victor did his best to help me and I slowly gained a basic competence, but as I watched other players throw and score par or under par, I knew I was light-years away from being any good at disc golf.

For the next year, Karen consistently beat me.  At times, I would back off - certain throws hurt my shoulder and I didn't want to risk my surfing or other sports for disc golf.  ​

But then, for my birthday, Victor and other family members gave me a lesson package with Jack Trageser's School of Disc Golf.  

Jack played a round with me, then filmed me throwing, then started the lessons, showing me how to throw further and more accurately without hurting myself.  A few weeks later, I was not only beating Karen, I started beating Victor consistently.  I think that was a bit hard on him so for his next birthday, I gave him a lesson package and now, we play at pretty much the same level - just a bit over par on most difficult courses.  

But that's just the beginning of the story.  The magic thing about disc golf is that anyone can play.  It's free - just buy a driver and a putter ($5 used, $15 new) and you can play at thousands of courses around the world.  And even if you're not very good, it's a great excuse to get out for a hike in nature with a game to motivate you.  And, while ball golfers will tell you about the sound of the ball dropping into the cup, it doesn't compare to the ringing of the chains as your disc flies into the basket.

It's a sport that is easy to play and incredibly hard to master.  ​

It's also addictive.

A friend of mine had a major car accident when he was younger and was limited in his physical activity.  He put on weight and had a heart attack in his early 40s.  The doctors recommended exercise, but going to the gym and working out just wasn't something he could keep up with.  I invited him and his wife to join us for a round of disc golf.  It turned out that he was one of those people who threw discs on the beach in college.  He was a natural.  The walking was challenging, particularly on hilly courses, but he was motivated.  He started out only able to play a few holes, but quickly progressed to playing physically challenging courses.  He dropped weight and for the first time in years, got into decent physical shape.  

Those of you who have read my blog posts know that Karen and I spend a lot of time in France.  Of course, we had to play disc golf there but there were no permanent courses in our area.  We decided to bring a luggable basket with us and play our own, makeshift courses while in France so we didn't lose our skills.  We discovered there was a small disc golf club in the region and they welcomed us enthusiastically.  

We introduced Karen's friend Martine to the sport. Martine is a physical trainer who immediately became addicted and who recognized the theraputic value of the sport for her sedentary clients.  Within a year, the tiny club had more than tripled in membership and most of the new members were women.  I suspect that in the Basque Region of France, there are more women disc golfers than men.  

Disc golf in France has been challenging because there is so much regulation on sports and sport training.  Fortunately, Martine and others have made great headway and there are now permanent courses popping up in the Southwest of France.  
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So yeah, I have to admit it.  I love disc golf.  Karen and I play wherever we go.  Our favorite courses are in the mountains and the redwoods.  It's a great hike and a lot of fun.  It's as easy or as challenging as you want to make it - a great sport for the whole family.  And, it's supplanting ball golf.  It's estimated that there are two million people playing disc golf.  While ball golf courses are closing because of ecological and economic reasons, multiple disc golf courses are opening every week.  

If you'd like to know more about the history and evolution (or revolution) of disc golf, I highly recommend Jack Trageser's The Disc Golf Revolution under his pen/nickname, Jack Tupp.  It's a fascinating account of how disc golf got to be what it is today.  It also has a great introduction to the sport and how to play.

If you haven't played disc golf, give it a try.  It's a great excuse to go hiking!

If, like me, you're not a boater, you probably think the Santa Cruz Harbor Patrol is only purposed with maintaining order in the harbor and helping boaters in distress in and near the harbor itself.  You may have seen Dan Coyro's picture at left of the Harbor Patrol boat towing a capsized boat after the 2011 tsunami that wreaked havoc on our small harbor.  Although I spend a huge amount of time in the ocean, I have to admit, I certainly never gave the Harbor Patrol much thought.  

But then, as I started working on my next novel, currently titled The Swimmer (you can check out the beginning in my Work in Progress section), I knew I needed to do some research on ocean rescues.  My scenario is very dramatic and I thought the chances of my swimmer being rescued were nil but I needed to describe an attempted rescue in the book.

I met briefly with one of the members of the Santa Cruz Fire Department's Marine Rescue Unit, thinking these were the people who would attempt such a rescue.  Over the years, I'd seen them doing physically demanding training exercises at night along West Cliff Drive.  

I was hoping to understand how they'd attempt a rescue of a swimmer trying to commit suicide in Monterey Bay at night, expecting lots of information about their jet skis, search patterns, rescue swimmers, etc.  And while they have all that, apparently, if we're looking at a rescue more than a couple hundred yards offshore, especially at night,  it would be the Harbor Patrol that would pursue the rescue, possibly in coordination with the Coast Guard.  I was told that the Harbor Patrol boat had all sorts of cool high tech equipment including thermal imaging, side sonar, sophisticated radar and more, and that I should contact the Harbormaster to find out how they approached ocean rescues.

I spoke with Latisha Marshall, the Harbormaster, and she gave my contact information to Blake Anderson, the assistant Harbormaster.  Blake would meet with me to explain rescue strategies and show me their rescue boat.  

I sent Blake a link to my scenario and when I arrived, he greeted me and introduced me to Latisha.  Blake was more than prepared to answer my questions.    I laid out my scenario and apologized, saying I understood that the likelihood of saving my swimmer was just about zero.  But Blake interrupted me and said he wasn't so sure.  Over the next thirty minutes he told me about some remarkable rescues.  One was led by Don Kinneman (Senior Deputy Harbormaster) and was later recounted by Santa Cruz's resident ocean science guru, Gary Griggs.  Griggs writes a not-to-be-missed biweekly column for the Santa Cruz Sentinel titled Our Ocean Backyard.  

Griggs describes ocean disasters, impacts of climate change, pollution, and much more.  You can find archives of his articles here.

In the early 70s, Griggs did a study of ocean currents in Monterey Bay.  He dropped floats containing postcards at various points along the coast and followed where they were found.  Ironically, in the summer of 1972, I found one of the floats in the rocks on the south end of Four-Mile Beach.  Grigg's current research would play a significant role the first story.

Amazing Rescues
In one of the rescues, Don Kinneman led the search for two brothers whose Hobie Cat had capsized.  Two very distressed women had entered the Harbor office just before dark.  The first was the wife of one brother and the second was the fiance of the other brother.  The brothers were supposed to have returned hours before.  Don put together a crew and  following the lead of the Coast Guard, searched southeast of the last known position (accounting for drift from the northwest winds).  But after hours of searching they were forced to return to the harbor about midnight.

Frustrated with their lack of success, Don didn't give up.  Having studied Gary Griggs' results on currents in the Monterey Bay, he pulled out charts, and plotted where the currents might have taken the brothers.  Don, and Cary Smith, another Harbor Patrol Officer, went back out and after starting a sweep search in the projected area, found one brother clinging to the side of the overturned boat 10 miles offshore.  He was hypothermic and likely near death so they raced back to shore and then returned to search for the other brother.   A mile further out, on a pitch-black night, they rescued the other brother.  If you think about the vastness of the Monterey Bay and the odds of finding a swimmer 11 miles out, this is truly miraculous - or beyond miracles, perhaps Don Kinneman is a rescue force to be reckoned with!

Gary Griggs gives us a nice footnote to the story that Blake didn't relate.  Don, and Cary were invited to the brother's wedding a few weeks later.  For his first toast, the groom raised his glass to Don and Cary without whose help, the wedding would have never happened.  

As Blake finished this story, which clearly reset my expectations about my swimmer's rescue, Laticia jumped in.  "Why don't you tell Steve about that rescue where you were awarded the Rescue Professional Hero Award?" she suggested.  

Modest Blake reluctantly agreed to tell the story.  

He was on duty one evening and heard what seemed to be static on the radio.  The operator had concluded that it was just static.  Somehow, Blake thought he heard something else.  At first it was 'mile buoy' and then 'water'.  Since no one else heard this, Blake went on instinct.  He found a crew member and they motored out to the mile buoy - just in case his hunch was right.  Not far beyond the buoy, they found an overturned Hobie Cat.  They continued their sweeping search and located the victim another quarter mile away.  Once again, this was another successful rescue in what I thought of as a near impossible situation.

The Harbor Patrol Boat

Moving back to my scenario, I asked Blake to take me through the entire process from the time a 911 call is placed.  He explained how they would be alerted and that once the Fire Department confirmed a rescue was needed, they'd contact the Coast Guard and would begin the search. Blake described the complex process of coordinating the searches (you'll find a dramatized account in my novel).  He then suggested he take me out on the boat.

Today, the Harbor Patrol Rescue Boat is a 21-year-old 28' RIB (Rigid Inflatable Boat) with twin 250 HP Yamaha outboards.  The 'cabin' is tricked out with  two displays which show charts, side-sonar imaging (looking at the bottom up to 40' down), thermal imaging, radar images, and much more.  They have a camera where they can record interactions with boats or rescues.  The boat has a top speed of almost 50 knots (nearly 58 mph), so it can get to distress situations remarkably fast.  The soft sides make it easier to come alongside other boats and to bring victims on board.

The Harbormaster staff includes 4 deputies who are 'offshore certified'.  As Latisha and Blake explained to me, this is a rigorous training and certification program where part of the final exam is done in the boat at night with blacked-out windows.  The candidate must show navigation and rescue skills using only instruments.  

I put on a PFD and Blake led us slowly out of the Harbor.  One screen showed the thermal imaging while the other used the side-sonar to show the bottom of the harbor entrance.  We headed toward the wharf, my eyes jumping back and forth between the thermal imaging and the windows.  A few hundred yards into our trip, I saw a kelp bed ahead of us, just offshore from the Boardwalk.  It looked like any other kelp bed.  But on the thermal image, I spotted 6 white balls moving around.  As we got closer, I could see that this was a family of sea otters - well hidden in the kelp, but visible through thermal imaging.  

On our way out to the mile buoy, we passed some swimming sea lions.  Again, I would never have seen them visually but the thermal imaging clearly saw their heads as they periodically rose above the water. 

Several hundred yards from the buoy, I could see the buoy on the thermal imaging screen.  I was a bit surprised, but Blake explained that the system spotted temperature differences and the buoy was warmer than the ocean.  Several large white objects were moving on the buoy - sea lions.  I realized just how powerful this imaging tool was.  And apparently, the Coast Guard boats and helicopters are similarly equipped.

On our way back to the harbor, Blake talked about other work he and the Harbor Patrol had undertaken.  Over the last few years, they've become instrumental in cliff rescues.  As most of us know, not only do people fall off cliffs into the ocean or get knocked off by unexpected waves, far too many beach walkers fail to pay attention to the tides.  Incoming tides have trapped many on virtually inaccessible cliff faces and in caves.  

While it's the Fire Department's cliff rescue and marine rescue teams that usually perform the actual rescues themselves, they need to locate the victims first.  With high cliffs or high wave conditions, this can be nearly impossible.  But once again, it's the Harbor Patrol and their thermal imaging to the rescue.  They can locate people and help guide the rescue teams to the victims.

Blake also talked about the Harbor Patrol's recent involvement with law enforcement.  I won't go into detail here, but they now do training for police departments, SWAT teams, and Federal agencies.  

As you can see, I was impressed.    Between 2015 and 2018, the Harbor Patrol saved over 217 lives.  I never suspected that the Harbor Patrol was so critical to the safety of our ocean-loving community.  And I wondered why.  Why didn't I know this?  How is it I could have underestimated their contribution?  I hope that this blog and my accounts to surfing buddies and friends will help get the Harbor Patrol more recognition.

The good news is that the Harbor Master recently received a Federal grant that will allow them to replace the aging Harbor Patrol Boat with a new $550,000 craft so that they can be even more effective.  

If you see the Harbor Patrol while surfing, boating, kayaking, stand-up paddling, or during other ocean activities, give them a wave.  And if there's an issue on the ballot that involves funding for the Harbormaster or Harbor Patrol, give it due consideration.  This team might one day save your life or the life of someone you love.
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This post is intended for those of you contemplating hip replacement or those of you who might be caring for someone who's going to have hip replacement surgery.  I'm hoping to set your expectations for the recovery.

Many of you know the story of My Miraculous Wife - the blog post I did several years ago where Karen made an amazing recovery from major hip problems to actually do the Big Sur 21-mile race.

A few years went by and we were back to our active lifestyle, dancing Salsa and Swing, hiking, surfing, stand-up paddling, kayaking - you get the idea.  

But then, Karen started having hip problems again.  Our dance sessions and hikes got shorter and finally stopped.  Walking was limited and even sitting was painful.  This time, Karen's orthopedist showed us the arthritis in her left hip.  Parts of her hip were bone-on-bone, and the best spacing was less than a millimeter where there should have been four millimeters.  A very painful cortisone shot did nothing to help.  Hip replacement surgery was the only viable option.  

A few of my surfing buddies had recently had hip replacements and were now surfing as well as they did before the surgery.  Other friends had had the procedure and raved about the results.  We were hopeful.

We discussed their surgeries and recoveries with all of the people we knew, then contacted the doctors and asked for patient referrals.  It quickly became clear that the anterior (front) approach had the best recovery times and the fewest complications.  We decided to go with Dr. Nicholas Mast of SFHips in San Francisco.  Although that would require a longer drive, from what we could see, his patients had the best recoveries.  We met with Dr. Mast and his staff and got briefed on pre-op procedures and post-op plans.  We scheduled the surgery for early April in Novato (the earliest available appointment).  

Weirdly, the one physical activity that Karen could still do was downhill skiing.  She couldn't walk well (I had to carry her skis to the slopes), but boy could she ski.  The week of skiing before the surgery helped her get stronger (she had gotten pretty weak in the preceding months), and likely aided her recovery.
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Overview of the Procedure
Your hip consists of a ball joint at the top of your femur (femoral head) that moves in the hip socket (acetabulum) which is part of your pelvis.  The socket and the femoral head are covered in cartilage which helps lubricate the joint.  

With an arthritic hip like the one in the photo at the top of this blog, the hip joint has deteriorated.  The cartilage has worn away, lubrication is gone, and bone spurs develop.  Movement becomes restricted and painful.

In the anterior approach hip replacement, a 3-4 inch incision is made in the front of the upper thigh.  The thigh muscles are pulled away from the joint and the femoral head is removed.  The hip socket is resurfaced to make it smooth and an acetabular cup is installed along with a lining.  A ridged spike-like prosthesis with a titanium ball on top is inserted into the femur.  Clamps holding muscles are removed and the muscles go back into place.  The thigh is stitched up with dissolvable sutures and a sealed bandage is applied.  

Hip replacement is one of the most successful major surgeries performed today.  Nearly all patients report getting their lives back.  

The Surgery and Time in the Hospital
We spent the night in Novato and made our way to the hospital.  Surgery was scheduled for 10:30am but pre-op began two hours earlier.  We met with Dr. Mast and with the anesthesiologist.  Dr. Mast was personable and reassuring and talked about recovery times of his patients who often were walking over a mile within a week.  He told us about one patient who went to dinner and a movie with his wife the day after surgery.  This was very encouraging!

At 10:30, they wheeled Karen into surgery.  About 11am, Dr. Mast came into the waiting room and spoke with a woman waiting for her husband who was now in recovery.  He said that her husband could go home that afternoon.  Then he turned to me and said that Karen was next. 

Just over thirty minutes later, he was back and said that everything went perfectly.  Karen would be headed to recovery and would probably be there about an hour.  He said that since she wouldn't be out of recovery before noon, she would be staying the night.  That was exactly what we expected.  

Unfortunately, Karen was in recovery two and a half hours and once in her room, she continued to have numbness in her legs, so she wouldn't be getting up to walk yet.  Apparently, people recover from anesthesia differently.  However, once the numbness subsided, Karen did walk - with a walker - but she easily (from my perspective) covered the 150 feet required for discharge.  Pain medication (we had chosen Tramadol) kept her comfortable and surprisingly, not at all loopy and it didn't upset her stomach.  

The next morning, we had a visit from the occupational therapist who showed Karen how to get on and off the toilet, get into and out of the shower, and some clever tricks for getting dressed.  A bit later, the physical therapist came by and invited Karen to walk to the physical therapy room about 500 feet away.  He and many of the nurses commented on how amazing Dr. Mast's results were.  No other surgeons compared.  The physical therapist showed Karen how to get in and out of bed and how to climb stairs using a cane.  We walked back to her room and prepared for discharge.  Basic instructions were:

- No restrictions on movements other than no lunges.
- No baths, swimming, or hot tubs for 4 weeks - showers are okay.
- For the first week, walk five minutes every hour.
- Wear TED stockings (Thrombo-Embolic-Deterrent) stockings to prevent blood clots
- Taper pain medication as appropriate. 
- Take an anti-inflammatory (Celebrex) for 30 days, and aspirin for ten days. 
- Use ice consistently to reduce pain and swelling. 
- Start physical therapy two weeks after surgery.
- Remove the bandage after 4 weeks.  
- No driving until she stops the Tramadol.
- No risky physical activities which could involve falls for 3 months. 
- Follow the instructions for exercises from the PeerWell application.   

Home Care
We made the lengthy drive home, stopping every hour so that Karen could walk for five minutes.  Once home, Karen had no problem climbing the stairs (using the cane and handrail) to the second floor of our house, home to our living room, kitchen, dining room, and bedroom.  

Karen was exhausted, so after dinner she spent the evening in bed, getting up to walk every hour.  The only significant pain she had was in and around her left knee which was hugely swollen.  With the anterior approach, no muscles are cut.  Instead, there is a 4-inch incision in the skin and the muscles and ligaments are pulled away from the hip so that the surgery can proceed.  This places major strain on the knee attachments.  

We set up a mattress in the living room in front of the television so that Karen could watch TV when bored.  

At this point, and for some time to come, I needed to be present to help Karen get into and out of the shower, get dressed, and to supply her with ice packs.  I also provided massage of her thigh, knee, and lower leg multiple times a day.  

Over the next few days, Karen did as the PeerWell application instructed with exercises and meditations.  In addition to a guided recovery, PeerWell tracked her progress and reported back to Dr. Mast's office.  Remembering Dr. Mast's words about the patients with amazingly fast recoveries, Karen increased her walks of five minutes an hour to ten minutes, then to more.  However, it seemed the swelling and pain in her knee increased.  She had expected to stop pain medication (others had done so at this point), but it wasn't possible.  

We called Abigail, one of Dr. Mast's PAs (physician assistants), and she said that for the first week, Karen should really be reclined or lying down fully, except for the five minute walks.  And, she emphasized keeping the walks to five minutes.  As we later discovered, this is what the patients with the best recoveries had done.  Dr Mast is a great surgeon, and as you'll see, Karen's recovery was remarkable, but Dr. Mast may be a bit over-enthusiastic about the pace of recovery for some patients.  ​

For the next few days, Karen remained prone most of the time, doing the five minute walks.  She could sit to eat, but needed to keep her leg elevated without too much bending at the hip.  After day 7, she began increasing her walking time, very much aware not to increase too much too fast.  

Pace of Recovery
On day 9 after surgery, I came down from my office to find Karen grinning from ear to ear.  She asked me to watch and then proceeded to walk the length of our hallway without her walker.  I was very impressed.  She still used the walker to get on and off the toilet that day, but by day 10, the walker was history. And, so was the pain medication.  Karen had begun tapering after a week (the setback from too much walking early on probably delayed that), but by day 10, she was done.  However, we still iced after walks and before bed.  

On day 11, Karen went downstairs for the first time using a cane and we went for a walk outside.  After 10 days cooped up inside, Karen was ecstatic to be out and about.  We walked to the end of the block and back several times that day.  Karen used walking sticks (we'd bought them for hiking some years before).  These are a better than a cane for walking as they allow for a more natural, even gait.

At two weeks, Karen had her first physical therapy appointment.  After testing, the focus was on range of motion.  Karen couldn't put on her TED stocking, socks, or tie her shoes by herself.  The physical therapist gave her exercises and thereafter, Karen just used Peerwell for meditations and progress tracking.   She also made a remarkable discovery - if she pulled the TED stockings over her knee, it greatly reduced knee pain and swelling - we should have done that from the beginning.  Since her surgery was on her left side and since we have a car with an automatic transmission, Karen was able to drive.  She was a bit nervous - an accident or sudden stop might be painful, but she was pleased to have more freedom of movement.

On day 15, Karen stopped using the cane going up stairs.

On day 17, she could walk downstairs with alternating steps.

On day 18, she could walk upstairs with alternating steps.  At this point, we were doing several 20 minute walks a day on flat sidewalks - adding up to over 3 miles.  Karen was cautiously increasing her distance every other day.  

At three weeks, we went for a hike in Ano Nuevo.  The total distance was almost two miles with a massage break at the halfway point.  The uneven surfaces were much more challenging and tiring than walking on flat sidewalks.   She took the next day off to recover.

At four weeks, the bandage came off and we did a wound inspection via video conference with Abigail, Dr. Mast's PA.  Everything looked great.  At this point, the Physical Therapist showed us how to start massaging the scar.  We also started doing tougher hikes with more elevation and Karen started doing short rides on a recumbent stationary bike.  

At five weeks, Karen could tie her shoes but with difficulty.  

6 Weeks and beyond
At 6 weeks, we started doing more significant hikes and Karen tried disc golf - this involves a dramatic twisting of the body with substantial pressure on the hips and a lot of walking.  We also cautiously restarted our Salsa dancing at Salsa by the Sea at the base of the Santa Cruz Wharf.  

At 9 weeks, Karen began doing daily yoga sessions (via videos)  in addition to the physical therapy exercises and  regular treadmill and stationary bike workouts.  Her flexibility increased steadily.  For all intents and purposes, Karen was back to where she was a year before the surgery - actually, better!

12 Weeks - All Clear!
After 12 weeks, Karen started biking.  We're also very confident about some more difficult hikes - falling is no longer a major risk to the prosthesis.  We're dancing regularly at full speed with dramatic moves and fast turns,  and are back to our previous active lifestyle.  Karen continues to work on getting stronger and on increasing her flexibility. 

This past week we played disc golf at Kirkwood Ski Resort.  The course is physically demanding, even if you're in great shape.  We played the entire course complete with significant climbs at altitude, scrambling over rocks and cascading creeks, and making challenging throws on one of the most difficult courses we've played.  Next week, we'll be doing more disc golf there, then cooling off by kayaking and stand-up paddling on nearby Silver Lake.  

It's great to have our old  life back again!

Lessons Learned
First, Karen believes, and I agree, that she waited too long for the surgery.  Constant struggles with pain as our active lifestyle declined could have been avoided with an earlier surgery.

Choose the best surgeon and talk to his/her patients about their experiences and recoveries.  If Karen needs another hip replacement, or if I do, we'll go to Dr. Mast again.  

Don't be in a rush to get off the pain meds.  There's no competition with other patients who may have told you they were done with meds after two days.

Last, and most important, be patient with the recovery.  Go slowly and you'll get there faster.  

I have to admit it.  Even after the testimonies of my friends, I was worried about the hip replacement for Karen.  It's a major surgery!  But with an excellent surgeon, great support staff and physical therapist, and Karen's amazing work ethic and never give up attitude, My Miraculous Wife has done it again!

Okay.  The title was meant to get your attention.  Clearly the EPA tests showed 204 miles.  However, as an experienced EV driver, I'd like to show you how terribly misleading this number is for the Audi etron.   For most drivers, in most conditions, assuming you care about the range of the etron, you'll do much better than the EPA rating of 204 miles.

In this blog, I'll be doing quite a few comparisons to our Chevy Bolt.  These are not intended to be comparisons of the vehicles themselves, but of the performance and range with respect to their EPA ratings on routes we've traveled literally dozens of times.

Our story begins with my previous post comparing the Audi etron to the Jaguar I-Pace.  After reading it, the GM of Audi Steven's Creek in San Jose, asked Cassandra Crawford, his head of fleet and internet sales, to offer us an etron for a more extensive test drive.  We picked up the etron on Friday afternoon, drove to our place in the Sierra Nevada, put it through its paces in the mountains, and returned the car on Monday afternoon.  

Before I get into range discussion, let me just say that this is the quietest car we've ever driven and is a joy to drive.  

For experienced EV drivers, range is important for the following reasons:

1) We need to do our regular commutes without having to stop to charge.
2) On long trips, we don't want to have to spend hours waiting to charge.

We recognize that for most EVs, highway range is much worse than city range.  For our Bolt, rated at 238 combined miles per the EPA, we see nearly 300 miles of range around town, but only about 210 miles on the highway at 65-75 mph, substantially less with a headwind.  

When we heard about the 204-mile range, we cancelled our order for an etron.  What kind of range would we get on the highway?  And what about our trips to the mountains, our primary motivation for an AWD SUV?  We 'commute' to our place in the mountains a few times a month and at least weekly during ski season.  It's 175 miles with nearly a 4000' altitude gain.  Our Bolt makes it with between 15% and 20% of the battery left and an average miles/kWh of about 3.5: an effective range of 210 miles. 

If the Bolt loses roughly 12 percent of its EPA range on this trip, and the etron lost 12% of it's 204 miles, it would be far too close in the etron, right?
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Whether in a gas-powered car or an EV, we all drive differently depending on the conditions and our motivation for being on the road.  In a hurry or want to race?  You probably don't care too much about your gas mileage or EV range.  Want to reduce costs and stops? You probably drive more efficiently.

There has been a lot of debate about driving an EV with max regen.  Many drivers argue that the excessive regen braking is not as efficient because you're always having to make up for slowing by accelerating.  Others say that coasting is better.  But the bottom line is that per the Bolt EV forum (and the Bolt has the strongest regen of any EV we've seen with true single pedal driving), at least 90% of Bolt drivers agree that they get their best range in L mode (max regen) - all the time. 

While this may sound counter-intuitive.  The fact is that once you're experienced with max regen, you use your accelerator pedal efficiently.  You can slow the vehicle, let it coast, or accelerate just by applying the right amount of pressure.  It may sound complicated, but it's not.  It becomes second nature after you've driven a bit.  

So, although Audi claims that their 'Automatic' mode will determine the most effective regen by coasting at the right time, I have my doubts.  We didn't get to test that feature and there is a lot of magic in the etron, so it's possible, but I wanted to compare apples to apples, so we drove the etron in Efficiency mode with max regen all the time.  

For those of you concerned about 'Efficiency mode', don't be.  As we've seen with most EVs, there's more than enough power to spare.  EVs accelerate onto the freeway effortlessly and pass on two-lane roads pinning the passengers to the seats - even in 'efficiency' mode.
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We left the Audi dealer about noon.  Temps were in the mid 80s, upper 80s across the Central Valley and we hit thunderstorms in the mountains.  With the very warm temperatures, air conditioning was a must.

The first thing we noticed, which worried us quite a bit, was that our efficiency on the surface streets getting to the freeway, on the Mission Street connector to 680, and in traffic jams was much lower than we expected, right about 2.2 miles/kWh.  At that rate, with a 4000' altitude gain on this trip, even the 140 miles might be tight.  

The weird thing was that we seemed to get better range on the freeway at 70-75 mph.  We finished the trip of 140 miles with an average of 2.5 mi/kWh, 56 miles on the guessometer, and 32% of the battery left.  This works out to roughly 205 miles of range.  Remember, our Bolt has an effective range on this trip of 210 miles.  Not too bad!

Saturday, Karen took the wheel and we traveled down to Valley Springs (mostly 55 mph speed limit)  for a round of disc golf, and visited Volcano on our way back up.  Karen had a difficult time keeping the etron anywhere near the speed limit and loved the smoothness, silence, and handling.  We covered 86 miles and had 62% of the battery left, effectively 226 miles.

Sunday, we drove up to Kirkwood on highway 88.  It's 39 miles and we have to cross Carson Pass at 7990 feet.  The net altitude gain to Kirkwood is 4500 feet.  Speed limit is 55 and you can comfortably drive 60 except for a couple of miles over Carson Spur.  The etron averaged 1.7 miles/kWh.  I note that the Bolt only averages 2.2 miles/kWh on this stretch.

Returning, the etron only used 3% of the battery for the 39 miles, and averaged 2.8 miles/kWh for the 78 mile round trip with 77% of the battery remaining.  For the Bolt, we average 4.0 mile/kWh on this stretch or 240 miles - very close to the EPA 238.  The etron's range on this trip works out to 234 miles.

We headed home late Monday morning.  The picture of the console at the top of this post was taken as we hit the flats 26 miles into our trip.  Much of that 26 miles was downhill and you can see that the total range - guessomenter + miles driver - was 303 miles.  Of course the next 117 miles, mostly at 70-75 mph reduced that a bit, and we arrived at the dealer after 143 miles (we stayed on 680 to 280) with 116 miles on the guessometer (a 259 mile range).  We averaged 2.8 miles per kWh.  On this same stretch, the Bolt averages 4.2 miles per kWh or about 5% beyond its EPA rating.  So multiplying the 2.8 miles/kWh times the 83.6 kWh available in the etron and reducing it by 5%, we have a range of 222 miles - almost all of it highway.
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We scratched our heads about how the EPA rating could be so wrong.  With 85-90 degree temperatures, we had climate on (except for the trip to Kirkwood where it was cool).  We drove mostly highway speeds which is generally a worst case scenario for an EV.  And yet, our best guess for the etron highway range is over 220 miles. 

We looked at the Monroney Sticker (the sales sticker) and got one clue.  According to the EPA, the miles per gallon equivalent (MPGe) for the highway is 73 and for the city, it's 74 with a combined rating of 74.  Every other EV has a dramatic difference between the City and Highway EPA ratings.  For example, the Bolt has 128 City and only 110 Highway.  

This means that unlike most EVs, the etron gets almost the same range on the highway as around town.  What would you say to an EPA rating of over 200 miles highway?  

We suspect that the highway/city thing is due to the weight of the etron.  At over 5600 pounds, it takes a lot of energy to get it moving (hence the low City figure).  On the other hand, once moving, and especially downhill, the momentum and reasonably low coefficient of drag, improve its Highway numbers.  The weight probably explains the remarkable numbers for our downhill stretch from Kirkwood - a lot of regen!

We also suspect that the EPA tests were done in 'Automatic' mode.  Perhaps our driving in 'Efficiency' mode with max regen made the difference.  

In any case, for our purposes, the Audi etron has a combined (actually highway) range of over 220 miles. It's extremely efficient downhill - probably more so than the Bolt, and doesn't seem to lose much range at 75+ mph. Combine that with the fact that the etron charges faster than any car currently on the market,  and it also makes sense for longer trips.  Plus, as I mentioned, Karen and I find this to be the nicest car we've ever driven. 

Originally, our plan was to replace our Audi Allroad with an EV SUV to get us to the snow in the winter.  Our Bolt is our primary vehicle and the Audi is really just for the snow.  But this car is such a pleasure to drive, we'll probably take it on all road trips.  
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The etron we drove was a Prestige with 21-inch wheels.  The one we ordered will have 19-inch wheels.  From what I've read, the smaller wheel size should increase the etron's range by  5%-15%.  That would put it within reach of our Bolt - not bad for a true luxury SUV.

If you've been afraid of the etron because of the EPA rating, don't be.  I think you'll be more than impressed with its range in real driving conditions!

Check out my next blog on the etron: Our Remarkable Audi Ski-tron.

If you've read posts in my EV category, you know that we're big fans of EVs.  Our first EV was a Ford Focus Electric which we leased in 2013.  It was limited but functional for short trips.  In late 2016, we leased a Chevy Bolt and couldn't be happier.  It has become our primary vehicle and we take it on several trips over 350 miles every month as well as 200-mile trips around the Bay Area.  We even did a 1200-mile trip to Oregon for the eclipse.  However, we don't take it to the mountains in the winter, preferring our Audi Allroad with its AWD and sure-footed handling in snow and ice.  But after our Bolt experience, we want to go all-electric.  No more gas for us!

I've been an Audi fan for years and after seeing the etron at the Paris Auto Show and comparing it with the Jaguar I-Pace, and the Mercedes EQC (exterior and interior), we placed an etron on order thinking we'd receive it in January or February.   But with the delays on delivery and the shocking EPA rating of 204 miles, we cancelled our order.  

We joined forums for most of the EVs out there to follow their progress.  Initial deliveries of the I-Pace revealed numerous problems, particularly with the Infotainment/MMI - sometimes causing the car to just stop.  We started to despair that we'd be waiting at least another year for a better electric SUV.  

Before continuing, I should note that I have great admiration for Elon Musk and Tesla and believe that without them, the auto industry wouldn't be moving ahead so aggressively with EVs.  Unfortunately, the cars just don't fit our active outdoor lifestyle (and wouldn't survive some of the places we park).  Carrying bikes, kayaks, surfboards, etc. on a Model S or a Model 3 is somewhat impractical, and quite frankly, I really don't like the looks of the Model X.  On the other hand, the charging network is what makes Tesla the leader - at least until recently.

With the Bolt, we've learned quite a bit about EVs, so we have pretty strong expectations for new EVs, and especially a high-end 'luxury' SUV with all-wheel drive:

- Range: we have a place in the mountains that's 175 miles away at 4000' elevation.  We need to be able to make it there without stopping to charge along the way.

- Sports equipment: as mentioned above, we need room to carry our toys.

- Room for a spare tire:  Driving over Altamont Pass the weekend before our 1200-mile trip to the eclipse, our Bolt narrowly avoided a sharp piece of metal in the road.  Not so for several cars on the side of the road with blown-out tires in 110-degree heat.  We decided that since we are often in remote areas, we didn't want to be without a spare.  Fortunately, the Bolt has space under the back cover where we now carry a slightly deflated full-sized spare, our universal EVSE, extra extension cables, and a few toys.  

- NAV and a good Infotainment/MMI: the Bolt lacks a navigation system and we often have problems with Android Auto, particularly in remote areas (where we often find ourselves).

- Fast charging:  When we do our regular 350+ mile trips in a day, we need to charge.  Because the Bolt and all current EVs have a dramatic taper in their charging rates (e.g. the Bolt charges at a max of 45 kW up to 60% then drops to 34 kW up to 80%, then to 16 kW to 90%, then rapidly down to 6 kW or less as it nears 100%),  a typical charge from 20% to 100% takes over an hour and a half on a 50 kW charging station (though on most long trips, you can stop charging at 80% and stop more often).  Even the Teslas have dramatic taper as state of charge (SOC - percentage of battery charge) increases.  We need better for longer trips.

- Handling: Most newer EVs have excellent handling due to the low center of gravity.  We do a lot of mountain roads and expect a nimble vehicle. 
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- Comfort and quiet:  If we're going to pay for luxury, we expect luxury.  

- Single-pedal driving:  While not a hard requirement, we love the single-pedal driving of the Bolt.  Put it in max regen (L mode), and you can almost never use the brakes.  It's also an indicator of strong battery regeneration.  On the Bolt, L mode slows the car at negative .3g and with the paddle gets almost negative .4g, strongly recharging the battery as you slow or go downhill. 
  

​As spring arrived so did the first etrons, along with software fixes for the I-Pace.  Suddenly I-Pace owners were raving about their cars.  Audi of Steven's Creek had an etron to test drive so we made an appointment there and with the Jaguar dealer down the street.  ​

The Audi etron

Our first impression of the etron was that it was much larger than what we remembered seeing in Paris - probably more car than we needed.  Eric, the knowledgeable sales assistant took us through all the features of the etron.  We were impressed by the interior room and especially the fact that it had a spare tire.  As in many of my former Audis, skis can pass through the back seat, still leaving room for passengers.  This etron was a loaded Prestige with 21-inch wheels.

Once seated inside, what immediately struck us was the silence.  Noisy Steven's Creek Boulevard could not be heard - at all.  This would prove to be the case on our test drive - the car is eerily quiet on the inside.  No question, the interior is what you'd expect in a luxury car.

Eric took us through the sophisticated Infotainment/MMI system which includes a separate screen where you can hand-write commands.  Overall, it was intuitive and easy to use.  Wanting to test the regen in search of the elusive single-pedal driving, I put the etron in economy mode and set it to max regen.  

Starting on city and neighborhood streets, we quickly discovered that single-pedal driving is not possible.  However, the big surprise was that when touching the brakes, the regen increased substantially.  Eric explained that the brake pedal is similar to the paddles on the Bolt up until it reaches negative .3g at which point the friction brakes kick in.  This is identical regen to the Bolt without using the paddle, so while it's not single pedal, the regen is strong.  

We were also surprised by the handling.  For such a large, heavy vehicle, the etron cornered well and hugged the road on tight fast turns.  Still, consumption was nothing like the Bolt.  While we typically see almost 5 miles/kWh with the Bolt around town, the Audi was averaging a bit over 3 miles/kWh.  

Moving onto the highway, we went 8 miles at a steady 70 mph.  Here's where we got our biggest surprise.  The etron averaged 2.8 miles/kWh.  That would result in over 230 miles of range at 70 mph?  With 21-inch wheels?  This was not even close to the EPA combined rating of 204 miles.  More on that shortly.

As I mentioned before, even at highway speeds on a rough concrete surface, the etron was silent and the ride was smooth.  We were impressed.  Still, it was much more car than we needed.

The Jaguar I-Pace
Thanking Eric, we made our way down the street to the Land Rover/Jaguar dealer excited to drive the I-Pace.  The experienced salesperson explained that the I-Pace was a big seller - they couldn't keep them in stock.  We inspected the exterior and admired its sleek good looks.  Its size was also more in line with what we're looking for - a small SUV. 

When we opened the rear hatch, we discovered a spare tire.  It took up most of the cargo space and the salesperson explained that there was no room for a spare in under the back cover.  As for interior room, the back seat was tight.  With Karen in the driver's seat, I had little legroom in the back.  

Ready for our test drive, we asked to set the I-Pace up for max regen.  Neither I nor the salesperson could figure out how to do it.  Additional personnel couldn't help.  After nearly ten minutes of navigating complex screens that didn't seem to make sense and which seemed to arbitrarily erase previous settings, we finally found it.  And we were off.

On the city/neighborhood streets, we found that the I-Pace handled better than the Audi.  It's smaller, lighter, and more nimble.  As expected from the 234-mile EPA rating, the I-Pace showed nearly 3.5 miles/kWh - more efficient than the Audi.  As for single-pedal driving, it's close.  The I-Pace regen slows the car aggressively until it reaches about 3 or 4 miles per hour.  At that point, you need to apply the friction brakes to fully stop.  I think single-pedal could be possible with some practice, anticipating a bit more coasting run out before stopping.

We moved onto the freeway, taking exactly the same route we did with the etron.  Acceleration down the on ramp was strong, probably better than the etron (per the statistics), but for us a difference of 1 second in a 0-60 acceleration is not terribly important.  What we did notice upon getting up to 70 mph, was the interior noise.  Plus, the ride was rough.  It felt very much like our Bolt.  Even worse for me, and this is largely a personal preference, with such a small rear window and tiny rear side windows, visibility was an issue.  I like being able to see all vehicles around me.  

We exited the freeway and to my surprise, the consumption showed 2.7 miles per kWh - worse than the Audi.  

We left the dealership a bit disappointed with the I-Pace.
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We raced over Highway 17 in our Bolt in time to beat the commute traffic.  Although from what I've written so far, it may sound like the choice was obvious, for us, the I-Pace was more our size, supposedly had better range, and was clearly more efficient.  The Audi was a lot of car.

With deliveries of etrons accelerating, we followed forums and collected a lot of information.  

Here's where we ended up with our criteria:

- Range: the I-Pace has better range around town but doesn't do as well on the highway.  Our test was short and there wasn't a huge difference, but several comparison tests have shown this to be true.  Also, several drivers in the US and Europe have confirmed that they're seeing much better than the EPA number for the Audi.  Even abetterrouteplanner.com shows that we can make our 175-mile trip with 4000' altitude gain in the etron with 15% of the battery to spare.  And then there's the charging speed - see below.

- Sports equipment: the etron, being much larger, is the clear winner, especially if skiing is the main reason for an AWD SUV.  

- Room for a Spare Tire: the etron has it, the Jaguar does not.  With the amount of time we spend in remote places with no cell service, that spare is a must.

- Nav and Infotainment/MMI:  the etron is the hands-down winner.  I loved the heads-up display, the easy configuration, and the infotainment system.  The I-Pace system was confusing.  I'm sure you could get used to it, but head-to-head, it just doesn't compare.

- Fast Charging: this is where Audi surpasses all other EVs, even Tesla.  Charging at 150 kW, with a taper to 100 kW at 85% SOC and ultimately 50 kW as you approach 100%, the Audi charges faster than anything on the market, even Teslas with the new 250 kW  superchargers (they taper much faster).  With Electrify America installing 350 kW stations, very long distance trips in the Audi can be done almost as fast as in a gas-powered car.   According to some Tesla owners who have been testing the etron, even with substantially less range, on long trips, the etron and a Model X 100D extended will reach their destinations at the same time because of the Audi's faster charging.  With upcoming vehicles like the Porsche Taycan and Cross Turismo, soon, EVs will charge as fast as a gas fill up. ​

- Handling: the I-Pace has it. It's lighter and more nimble and is more in line with what we were hoping for.

- Comfort and quiet: The Audi etron is a true luxury car.  It has plenty of interior room and will comfortably seat our tall son-in-law and his wife in the backseat along with 4 sets of skis and equipment for our trips to the snow.  The I-Pace, not so much.  Worse, the panoramic sunroof in the I-Pace had no option to reduce the amount of sunlight.  Even with climate, the car was hot and at certain angles, too much glare.  We had to go to max climate to get comfortable.  I suspect this would be a significant range killer on the I-Pace.  

- Single-Pedal Driving: the I-Pace comes the closest.  

When we saw the announcement of the Audi Q4, coming in late 2020 or early 2021, we seriously considered waiting.  Ultimately though, after becoming convinced that the etron had sufficient range for our usual ski trips, and would do as well as a high-end Tesla on a long trip, we decided to put in our order for an Audi etron, going all-electric now and planning to trade in the etron for a Q4 or other smaller SUV when they become available.   

I'll be doing more posts on EVs as these emerge, and will keep you up to date on our experiences with the etron once we receive it.  In the meantime, don't hesitate to ask for more details about this decision or about EVs in general.

Also, since this post, we got to put an etron through its paces.  Check out my subsequent blog: Audi etron EPA 204 miles - Debunked!

As most of you know, particularly if you've read any of the posts in my Electric Vehicles (EVs) Category, Karen and I have become true believers.  After a less than wonderful experience with our Ford Focus Electric, we have been completely seduced by the power and practicality of the Chevy Bolt.  It has become our primary car.  Our other car, an Audi Allroad, has been collecting dust since the end of ski season. 

We use the Bolt for all of our non-ski trips; we do several trips over 350 miles each month; and we did a 1200-mile trip to see the eclipse in Oregon.  Even these longer distance trips are no problem for the Bolt. 

In fact, we're so convinced about electric, that we don't want to drive anything else.  We've been waiting for something to replace the Audi.  Sure, there's the Tesla Model X, but aside from the fact that I don't like the looks, and don't see it as matching our outdoorsy lifestyle, I really don't like the price.   

So when Audi announced their upcoming e-Tron Quattro, we were intrigued.  We put in a placeholder deposit, hoping to get our hands on one before fully committing.

Audi generously invited us to their gala announcement in San Francisco, but since we were planning to be in France, we gave the tickets to some friends who are now thinking about electric.

But, being in France, we had the opportunity to go to the Paris Auto Show.  So, in addition to being able to see the Audi e-Tron, we also were able to get a look at many of the new electric models and concept cars from manufacturers around the world. 

​Noticeably absent were GM, VW (and their upcoming ID line of electric vehicles), and Volvo (with their XC40 SUV).  And while Porsche was there, we were very disappointed not to be able to see their Mission E Cross Turismo, complete with drone.  Watch for it in the video!

Our goal was to determine if there was something better than the Audi that might be worth waiting for.

But before getting into practical EVs that we'll see in the next year or two, I have to say the concepts were remarkable.

Concept Cars

By far, the car getting the most attention from the French attendees was the Peugeot E-Legend, pictured above.  It's apparently a throwback to the much-beloved Peugeot 504 built in 1969.  As of the first public day of the show, nearly 20,000 visitors had promised to buy one if Peugeot produced it.  With over 350 miles of range, super fast charging,  ridiculous acceleration, and unique styling, Peugeot thinks that this EV represents the Peugeot philosophy - it's not just a great EV, it's a great car.

Most futuristic at the show was Renault.  While known for their compact Zoe EV, Renault clearly has some interesting ideas:

​Of course there were supercar concepts too:

Of these, as far as I know, only the Audi has actually seen the light of day.  Range is 310 miles, 95kWh battery with 350kW charging capability and 0-60 in just over 2 seconds.

Practical (soon-to-be-available) EVs

Hyundai

Hyundai showed off their new Kona.  It brags over 290 miles of range with fast charging up to 100 kW.  It reminded us of our Bolt in terms of shape and interior, but it does come with a very nice Nav system (which we really miss on the Bolt).

Kia

Kia had several of their new Niro EVs on display.  They apparently share much of Hyundai's technology and while there are differences in styling and the interiors, the capabilities of the cars and their batteries are almost identical.    

Renault Zoe

We also looked at the new Renault Zoe with its 40 kWh battery, a dramatic improvement over the 25 kWh battery sold until recently.  It's the most popular EV in Europe and Renault has sold about 100,000 of them.  Interestingly, several of the models on display had advertisements for driving services in Paris.  One even offered rentals of the Zoe.  We'd looking forward to being able to rent an electric car on future trips to Europe.  Still, the Zoe's 150-mile range doesn't compare to the Bolt, Niro, or Kona.  It's max charging rate is 44 kW and that only occurs in a very narrow window of its SOC (State of Charge) - up to about 45% charge.  After that it quickly drops off to 20 kW.  Still, at about 20,000 euros fully loaded, it's a great first EV.

Smart ForTwo Electric Drive (ED)

Other than the picture below and a quick look at the specs, we didn't spend any time with Mercedes' Smart ForTwo.  With a range of just 58 miles and a price over $25,000, it just doesn't seem worth it.  But they were kind of cute, it comes in a Cabriolet model (the only EV convertible I know of), and I heard a comment that the Smart ForTwo has the best turning radius of any car on the market.  So, it's very easy to park.  We'll pass.

The Jaguar goes from 0-60 in 4.5 seconds, the Porsche in 3.5 seconds, and the others in about 5 seconds.   This kind of acceleration is more than we need in an SUV and I have to wonder about all that torque in snowy conditions.  

All of the cars have sophisticated battery management systems which will preserve battery life and which should help with charging rates in low temperatures.  Audi claims theirs is the best, but we'll know more when the cars are actually on the road in the snow.

Mercedes EQC

Karen loved the seats.  She thought they were the most comfortable of any car she'd ever been in.  For me, the cockpit was a bit claustrophobic.  It didn't feel open and spacious and the tech was a bit run-of-the-mill. Its exterior was nothing special.  The EQC also felt big - like a full-sized SUV.  But looking at its actual dimensions, it's not much bigger than its competition.  Unfortunately, as experienced distance travelers in an EV, the lower charge rates are a concern.  Still, it may be worth a test drive to check out the handling.

BMW iX3

I think we were most disappointed by the BMW iX3.  It was set aside from the other BMWs and was not accessible to visitors.  I asked several questions and was told that in two years the car would have the latest - the latest fast charging, the latest battery management, the latest range estimates.  In other words, the salespeople had no idea about the specifications.  I suspect they were focused on the new 3-series models which had a lot of interest, and just weren't prepared to talk about EVs.  It's unlikely we'll look any further at BMW EVs.

Jaguar i-Pace

Jaguar had several i-Paces on display, some in dramatic colors.  The car looks impressive.  The only real negatives were the room in the back seat, and the less than state-of-the-art charging speeds.  Jaguar is offering test drives of the i-Pace in southern France next week, so with luck, we'll get to try one out.  I'll update this blog if we do. 

Porsche Mission E Turismo

I have to say that we're completely intrigued by the Mission E Turismo.  From all reports, there will be a 2019 model and after seeing the video and looking at the specs, it might be worth waiting for.  We spoke with the Porsche rep and he explained that since they showed it at a previous show, they didn't have it in Paris.  He had no updates on availability.  We'll have to wait and see, but this seems to be a dream car, even if it doesn't actually ship with the drone (see the video).

 
Audi e-Tron

The Audi e-Tron was the main reason we detoured to the Paris Auto Show.  It did not disappoint!

The interior was impressive as was the tech.  I loved the Nav and the fact that I could get a full Nav screen with directions right in front of me as the driver.  There's even a supplemental screen where you can hand-write commands with your finger.  The backseat was spacious though since they added a control panel for climate, the seating in the middle is limited.  5 passengers will only fit if the one in the middle is either small, or ready to straddle the console.  Aside from that and the fact that it is unlikely that you can fit a spare tire in the back, the car is amazing.  The European model has cameras instead of side-view mirrors.  Not sure if that will get approved in the States before its launch.  The interior is roomy, but the car feels more sleek than its competitors (except, perhaps, for the elusive Porsche).  It has variable air suspension that adapts based on speed and even has charging ports on both sides of the car (fast charging on the driver side).  Coefficient of drag is second only to the Tesla Model S.  Like many of the earlier Audis, you can drop the middle of the back seat to slip your skis through.  

Cassandra Crawford from Steven's Creek Audi tells us we'll see the e-Tron by April.  In Europe, dealers will be getting theirs in January and first deliveries will start in February.  While we wait, we'll check out the alternatives.  But at this point, unless Porsche announces a 2019 delivery of the Mission E Cross Turismo at a reasonable price or one of the others surprises us, we'll enthusiastically lease the Audi e-Tron.

As many of you know, especially if you've looked through my France Category, we have a small apartment in an old Basque house in the little village of Guethary, France.  

We usually come here twice a year, once in the spring and again in the fall.  We try to avoid the summer when tens of thousands of French and other European tourists descend on this little fishing village of just 1,000 people.  

Guethary is located on the Atlantic just a few kilometers from the Spanish border at the foot of the Pyrenees.  The village and the surrounding Basque Country (or Pays Basque in French) have become the surf capital of Europe.  And for most of the year, the surf is even more crowded than in California.  

Still, there is much to do here other than surfing.  Water sports abound and include stand-up paddling, white water kayaking, kite surfing, wind surfing, diving, catamaran racing, and many more, but there's also the amazing food, which is a mix of French, country French, Basque, Spanish, and seafood.

Hiking in the Pyrenees and along the rugged coastline is spectacular, and you'll also find golfing, sailing, disc golf, and countless outdoor activities. 

The area is rich in history and even prehistory (see my post about a hike into prehistory). And the Basque culture is fascinating.   The excellent regional wines rival those of Bordeaux to the north, and ah, did I mention the food?  

But in spite of enjoying most of what the area has to offer over the past several years, we were surprised to discover that our little village is now doing a Soap Box Derby every year.  The first derby was two years ago and the organizers tried to duplicate the U.S. version with similar rules.  There weren't many entrants that year and publicity was limited.  We heard about it after the fact.  Last year it rained, making the somewhat steep course with two significant curves a bit  dangerous.  But this year?  Well,  this year was exceptional.  

The race was to start at 2 pm, but the festivities began at 10:30 am.  We made our way to the fronton.  In the Basque Country, every village has a Pelote Basque (or Jai Alai) court in the center of town called the fronton.  Most are adjacent to the town hall.  In addition to the dramatic sport of jai alai, these huge courts serve as places for farmers' markets, community shows and exhibitions, and celebrations.  

The village and its merchants had set up a bouncy castle along with a miniature driving course for little kids.  Several three-year-olds were trying to navigate tiny electric vehicles around the cones with very little success.  Parents tried vainly to get their kids to turn the cars, but in general this just resulted in slow-motion collisions and smashed (parents') toes. 

There was an exhibit of electric vehicles (cars, scooters, bikes, and skateboards), and of course a large concession area for food and wine.  

 
The roads through the village were closed to traffic and barriers kept pedestrians and spectators off the streets.  Village workers set up inflatable barriers on the curves to protect both the spectators and the drivers from injury during potential crashes.  We noticed that they had also attached high quality speakers to the lamp posts along the course.  

The course itself starts about 200 yards above the fronton, continues down a very gentle slope to the first curve, then down a much steeper slope to a very tight curve, with the finish line a few hundred feet beyond.

I suspect they eased the rules somewhat this year.  Although there were safety and brake checks, since a few of the 'soap boxes' were three-wheelers, I'm pretty sure they wouldn't have met international standards for official soap box derby races.  And in this case, it wasn't all about the speed of the 'cars'.

Instead, prizes were awarded for most ecological, best decoration, loudest, most crowd pleasing, best costume for the drivers, and of course the fastest car. Here are a few of the racers:

Before the race started, Karen and I made our way to the last curve so that we could see the steep descent, the treacherous turn and the finish.  A DJ and an announcer joked around as they played an eclectic mix of rock tunes and eventually got down to calling the race.  Most of the racers were adults though there was one group of teen-aged boys (15 years old) and a single girls team who piloted the Eco racer.  One of the cars that did well in last year's race died on the speed bump on the steep hill and had to be towed away.  But the rest ran the course several times.  

After crossing the finish line, ATVs towed the racers back up to the starting line.  

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First, let me state unequivocally that we love our Chevy Bolt.  As I've mentioned in previous posts in my EV Category, the Bolt has become our primary vehicle.  Unlike many EV owners and most Internal Combustion Engine (ICE) car owners, we have no concerns about taking our EV on longer trips.  Last summer, we drove from California to Oregon and back for the eclipse (over 1200 miles), and we regularly do trips of 350 or more miles in a day.  But I'm getting a bit ahead of myself.  

We chose the Bolt because for us, it was the most practical EV available.  In addition to not wanting to pay nearly 6 figures for a Tesla, we needed a car that could carry bikes, surfboards, kayaks, stand-up paddle boards, and more.  I also needed to be able to park it in remote places without fear of someone vandalizing an expensive car.  The Bolt has served us well.  

In fact, we are continually amazed by what we can do in the Bolt and its impressive range in a variety of road conditions.  On our trip to Oregon for the eclipse, driving at 75-80 miles per hour for most of it, we averaged nearly 3.9 miles per kilowatt hour (kWh).  That's 238 miles of range at highway speeds even with the AC set to 70 degrees and hundred-degree temperatures in the Sacramento Valley.  

Those longer trips I mentioned?  At least twice a month, we make a trip to our place in the Sierra Nevada, mostly at 70+ mph,  and amazingly, we average at least 4 mi/kWh.  This is with two adults, a full-sized spare tire, jack, etc., and sports toys.  And again, we run the AC through the heat of the Central Valley.   We see similar results on our trips to the North Bay (100 miles each way).  So what am I complaining about?  

Well, there is one other trip that we do at least once a month.  We drive from Santa Cruz, California to San Luis Obispo, California.  It's about 175 miles each way and we do it in a day, charging a bit over an hour  at an EVgo station in San Luis during our meeting there.  There is a sizable hill (1500 feet) just outside of San Luis, but the net altitude difference between Santa Cruz and San Luis is less than 300 feet (Santa Cruz is at sea level).  

Even in winter, it's a stretch to get near 4 mi/kWh.  We come close, but I attribute the lower range to the road surface which is largely concrete and isn't in the best of shape.  Still, we have no concerns whatsoever making this round trip with just a charge in San Luis.

Our real problem strikes in the late spring and summer.  Getting down to San Luis isn't a problem but the return is sometime touch and go, even though it's mostly downhill.  So what's the problem? 

Wind!

In the late spring and summer, the ocean is cool and the land is warm.  Often it can be in the low 60s in Santa Cruz, and well over 100 just a few miles inland.  This temperature difference creates wind.  Worse for us, the Salinas Valley, through which we have to travel for this trip, has mountains on each side, creating a wind tunnel/venturi effect.  We're often facing 40+ mph headwinds on our return.  

A lot has been written about how speed affects the range of EVs, and gas mileage for ICE cars: the aerodynamic resistance increases by the square of the velocity.  And while the Bolt has a somewhat respectable coefficient of drag (Cd) at about .31, when we try to drive 65 mph against a 40 mph headwind, our efficiency drops to 2 - 2.5 mi/kWh.  With a 60 kWh battery, that means our range drops to between 120 and 150 miles.  

So, while we were confident that with our Bolt purchase (actually a lease), range anxiety was a thing of the past, for this trip, it's back. 

Our return this past Wednesday was rough.  We lucked out after climbing the 1500' Cuesta Grade where we first encountered the wind and saw our efficiency drop to 2.5 mi/kWh (even slightly downhill).  Ahead of us was an mCoach and it was driving 65 mph.  I pulled in behind, and our mi/kWh went up to 4.5!  We followed it for about 40 miles, but the driver got annoyed (sorry about that!) and forced me to pass him by pulling in front of a truck and slowing down, leaving me no room to pull in behind.  I passed and slowed to 60 mph, but we were still down to 2 mi/kWh against a crazy headwind.  

At King City, the half-way point, we decided to stop to charge at the Chargepoint there to provide a comfortable buffer.  But as often seems to happen with Chargepoint level 3 stations, it was down.  I called and they opened a ticket.  

We nervously pulled back onto 101 for the worst of the wind.  Dust storms surrounded us from King City to Salinas.  Again, we lucked out.  I pulled in behind a large semi, and followed at a sedate 55-60 mph.  Ultimately, we made it home in the orange with very little left on the battery, and less than 20 miles on the GOM.  

So, after a year and a half driving the Bolt, I can honestly say that our only real disappointment is its performance against a headwind.  To some degree, I find it hard to believe that it has a Cd of less than .31; a headwind severely impacts range.  

And while I'd certainly like to see a Nav system on the Bolt since we often drive where there is no cell service, if GM is listening, it would be very nice to see an improvement in Cd.  Not only would it help out in situations like ours, I'm sure it would significantly increase the already remarkable range of the Chevy Bolt.   

​Since the Bolt is already strong on tech and has surround cameras in the Premier model, maybe GM could remove the side-view mirrors like Audi is doing in the European version of their eTron Quattro which ships in the fall.  

If you've read any of my novels, you've met characters who are the sons or daughters of military personnel.  Needless to say, you also probably noticed that they are a bit different from the so-called average people you might meet elsewhere. 

​In person, particularly for brief encounters, you may not recognize how abnormal they may be.  But if you take the time to get to know them, assuming they let you in to do so, you'll find them quite unique.  They suffer from what I call The Military Brat Syndrome.

I note that this affliction doesn't just affect children of military personnel.  You will find many of the same issues in children of diplomats, and children of parents who frequently moved from place to place.

Imagine if you will a child raised in a non-military family.  Over the course of their child-rearing years, the family may change homes few times within a small geographic area.  But more likely for the largest part of our country and others, 'normal' kids may grow up in the same house until they leave as adults.  In the course of their youth, they develop friends from an early age, many of whom are still friends when they become adults.  Their family usually extends to nearby grandparents, uncles, aunts, and cousins, and often their parents' friends become almost like family members.  

These children usually have extended support systems - family and friends who encourage them in social activities.  They often stay in touch with favorite teachers, and they have a strong sense of community.

We military brats don't have any of that.  In my case, I attended fifteen schools before graduating high school.  Every time I made friends, it would be time to move.  In those days before email, social media, and unlimited calling plans, it was difficult to stay in touch.  We tried a few times, but with long waits for responses and the fact that our friends were moving too, it proved impossible for most of us.  

Obviously, we didn't develop a sense of community, and moving as much as we did, it was hard to get close to extended family who we usually saw briefly only when relocating - if we happened to be passing through.  

On the other hand, most of us learned a lot about other cultures.  If we  moved internationally, we lived in countries with different languages and customs.  

Moving again and again, even within the US, sometimes created culture shock.  As one example, I lived in Hawaii where my best friend was black.  He and I were both considered Haoles by the locals who seemed to get their kicks out of beating up 'outsiders'.  We watched each other's back.  But then my family relocated to the deep south where my dancing with a black girl caused major outrage at the teen club.  This was a real wake-up call for a young teenager.

At home, discipline and respect for authority was the rule.  My father followed orders at work, so I followed orders at home.  Not to do so invited painful consequences.  

Of course, there are many benefits to being a military brat:

• Acceptance of radical life changes
• Tolerance of different people, cultures and lifestyles
• The ability to get along with most anyone
• The discipline to take on new challenges

These are the things we present to the outside world.  Many of us are considered successful.  But the real effects of The Military Brat Syndrome are insidious:

• The need for regular radical change: In my case, it was romantic relationships.  No matter how perfect my relationship with my partner was, after two to three years, I needed a change. And obviously if things got difficult in any relationship, job, or living situation, why not just move on?  
• In spite of a desire to fit in to a community, the inability to do so.  You feel like you're always an outsider who doesn't have the long term friendships or relationships that would make you a part of a community.
• Similarly, with an almost overwhelming desire to have a close extended family, the inability to really get close.  You were patterned to expect relationships to end.  It's hard to believe that they might last.
• A need to escape: it could be unjustified change, drugs or alcohol, or obsession with sports or careers - many of us  can't help running away from our friends, family, jobs, and partners.

The bottom line cause? You always feel like an outsider looking in. 

​What was the safe place in Monopoly?  Just Visiting!

So what can you do about it?  How do you stop suffering from The Military Brat Syndrome?

For military brats, first and foremost, you need to recognize your patterns of behavior and understand their roots.  Then you can make a conscious effort to change.  I did that with relationships.  After recognizing my pattern of ending them for no reason, I decided not to run at the first hiccup. 

Counseling might help, but most counselors are not military brats, so it's unlikely they can truly understand just how deep these patterned behaviors go.

For family, friends, and employers, again, recognizing the military brat syndrome is critical.  At that point, you can try to be a bit more patient, refuse to let the military brat just run, and encourage them to begin to believe and trust that some things can be permanent.  

Because ultimately, that's what it's about: TRUST.  When, from the time you were born until you left home, you've been raised to expect radical life changes  - loss of friends, loss of community, loss of places you might love, and having to start over every two years, it's hard to trust that anything is permanent.    

But it can be done.  Unfortunately, because we don't recognize it early on, it often takes decades to overcome The Military Brat Syndrome. 

I have quite a few friends who are doctors.  Most are around my age and they've done quite well for themselves financially.  They have the lifestyles they wanted, and if they work at all, they choose when.  Some have built small empires and have joined what most of us would think of as the truly wealthy.

When I was growing up, becoming a doctor was the ultimate path to success, if you were good enough.  Getting into medical school was challenging, surviving medical school was harder, and according to everyone I know, residency was true hell.  

But if you made it through the gauntlet, you were guaranteed success in every sense of the word: financially, socially, and making the world a better place.  And as I've described before, doctors constitute a significant percentage of angel investors in startups, so even after the contributions in their careers, many continue to pay back for their success.

If you ask doctors of my generation if you should go through medical school and become a physician, they'll give you a resounding yes.  They'll promise that all of the upfront challenges will be more than worth it.  And, they'll point to their own success.

Unfortunately, things have changed.

I've added this blog post to my  Startups category  because I wanted to look at the new challenges of becoming a 'successful' doctor from a business perspective.  Many people entering medicine do so not just as a way to achieve financial independence, but often also from an altruistic desire to help others.  In my mind, you really are a success if you can do both.  

So what's different now? 

Well, you still have to get into medical school - no small feat.  You still have to survive it - I don't think that's changed much either.  And, you still have to make it through residency, working ridiculous hours on very little sleep and endure what seems to be hazing by older residents and attending physicians who propagate the torture because if they suffered, you should too.

So, again, what's different?  

Let's look at how a new physician starts a career.  In general, there are two choices:  1) go to work for a medical group or hospital, or 2) open your own practice.

In the 'old' days, these were two viable choices.  But no more.  In my surveys, the average new physician starts her/his career with at least $250,000 in student loan debt and it can be much more than that if they go into a specialty that requires more education and longer residencies.  Several years ago, Ben Bernanke (former Fed chair) remarked in an interview about student loan debt that his son would exit medical school with over $400,000 in debt.  That was several years ago.  Medical school costs have skyrocketed since. 

Most of these new physicians are in their 30s, sometimes in their late 30s (again if they sought a specialty).  If they married before or during medical school and residency, there's a good chance they divorced.  Medical school and residency are hard on relationships.  Because of this, many physicians wait to marry and they often marry other physicians.  I know several couples who finished their residencies in their mid to late 30s and are now saddled with over $500,000 in combined debt.

But that's okay, right?  They're going to make a fortune.  Well, not so much.  

Starting a practice right out of residency while carrying and trying to service medical school debt has become much more difficult than it used to be.  Sources of financing for these startups are generally unavailable.  And with the debt load, it's virtually impossible for new physicians to come up with startup funds and then generate enough cash flow to live on while they try to bootstrap a practice.  So for the vast majority, this idea of starting your own practice fresh out of residency is no longer a viable choice.  That means you need to get started in with a medical group or hospital.  Not a bad choice, right?  You'll gain experience.  You'll make a good salary.  And many of these groups will help pay for your student loans.

Sounds like a great place for a career or perhaps it could be a jumping off point for starting your own practice.  

The reality is a bit different.  I'll just hit on a few points.  Larger medical organizations are businesses.  Years ago, most businesses provided a second home for their employees.  You could start a career and work towards retirement with health insurance, vacation, and other benefits guaranteed.  If you worked hard, you'd be promoted, you'd earn a good living, and your job would be secure.  That's changed in virtually all of our industries, and the medical industry is no different.  

In many ways, the medical industry is worse.  If you've followed the posts in my Startups category, you know that I have very strong feelings about business models that motivate and reward employees.  If you look around, you'll see that just as mergers and acquisitions have created huge corporations in most industries, there are now fewer and fewer medical/hospital groups as they too become giant enterprises.  In tech, some companies have worked to leverage their size to ensure the best environments for their expensive talent.  They provide flexibility to ensure creativity.  Not so with the medical industry.  Arguably, the talent there (physicians) is even more valuable and more expensive than what we see in tech.  So what does employment look like?

I was shocked to discover that in spite of what appear to be contractual promises to the contrary, most of these groups have moved to a model where a physician's pay is 100% incentive based.   It didn't start out that way.  Medical groups wanted to provide incentives for physicians to spend their time on procedures that produced the most revenue, so they took a portion of the physician's pay and designated it as incentive-based based on Relative Value Units (RVUs).  

RVUs were originally developed as a mechanism to determine the relative value of medical procedures against each other.  This enabled insurance companies, and in particular, Medicare to standardize the definitions of the procedures themselves.  It made sense.  It even made some sense to provide incentives to physicians.  But now, it's gone too far.

Physicians are often now paid based on the number of RVUs they log.  If they go beyond what is expected, they get a bonus.  If they fall below, their compensation is reduced. 

One problem with this approach is that the physician has very little control over which patients are seen or what procedures need to be performed.  Scheduling is out of their hands as is the amount of time they are permitted to spend with a patient.  Add in the disincentive to spend time with a patient that needs more help but whose visit will generate fewer RVUs, and you get a physician who becomes frustrated that s/he can't deliver the necessary care, and patients who don't get the best care possible.

Worse, the number of 'expected' RVUs changes every year.  If the group of physicians does well with their RVUs, the expectation is raised.  After a few years, as the required RVUs  climb, physicians are doomed to miss the targets.  This model guarantees failure.  And that's not just from a financial point of view, it's also a question of the quality of patient care, and of the physician's motivation.  

But it's even worse.  If a physician takes vacation, s/he is not accumulating RVUs and those 'lost' RVUs are impossible to make up.  So, physicians avoid vacations.

And what about the new reporting requirements - physicians are required to fill out Electronic Medical Records (EMRs) documenting each visit, procedure, etc.  Do you think they get paid for that?  Not a chance.  Since they're only paid for RVUs, that work is done on their own time.  

All of the young physicians I know who are working for medical groups are stressed to the extreme.  Those that are making their quotas in RVUs know that it's just a matter of time before they can't do it anymore.  But they're making the big bucks, right?  Well, in the words of an urgent care physician I interviewed, "With the student loans and the current compensation structure, doctors are now blue collar workers."

And you know, there's no way out.  They can't just quit.  The student loan debt hangs over their heads.   Loan forgiveness in bankruptcy isn't generally granted to someone who could earn six figures.  Unfortunately, the only way they can earn it is to work as a physician.  There's no way out.  

If you really don't think it's that bad, take a look at suicide statistics for physicians.  They're more than double those of the general population.  Between the stress caused by lack of control of their work, the stress of trying to repay medical school debts, and the stress of knowing they can't quit,  and the lack of vacation time, it's not like it was for the physicians that came before them. 

Sure.  Some make it.  Some do manage to get their own practices started.  But unfortunately, it's not as easy as it was years ago.  Physicians get no training in how to start a practice.  And with the new reporting requirements, complex coding for insurance, and dealing with insurance companies who deny first, starting a new practice is a herculean task, worse for a new physician.

If you're thinking of embarking on a career as a physician, think twice.  Don't just listen to the physicians of your parents' generation.  Make sure you talk to younger residents and attending physicians.  Then, at least your expectations will be properly set.  
 

If you saw my blog titled The Impact of Jury Duty after an 8-week Criminal Trial, you know that I had planned to write a novel about the experience.  In particular, I wanted to recount the story of the trial from the jurors' perspectives and to show how they suffered through the emotional stress of the trial itself and what was for many, post trial stress disorder.  

As the trial began, I was well underway writing a novel called The Misogynist.  It's a psychological thriller that includes internet bad guys, a vigilante with a desire to take revenge on manipulative women, a woman psychiatrist who's treating a schizophrenic and another patient who suffers from Borderline Personality, and of course, an intrepid reporter who has to put it all together.  I'd written about 50 pages, which let me introduce the main characters, and I had outlined the rest, including countless twists and turns and misdirections. 

I put that on hold because the trial hit me really hard.  I just didn't have the necessary energy to continue writing after leaving jury duty for the day.  My sleep was disrupted with violent nightmares where I'd often wake up screaming, and during my free time, I couldn't get my mind off the trial.  Once the trial was over, in some ways it got worse. I won't go into why.  So, I figured the best way to purge myself of this obsession would be to write a novel about the experience.  But as I mentioned above, I wanted to take a different approach. 

There are lots of books and movies about trials.  But most, if not all, seem to focus on the victim, the accused, the attorneys, or the case itself.  This one, which I'm calling The 15th Juror, would provide a completely different point of view.

I worked with the court to get thousands of pages of the trial transcripts.  That, in itself, was more complicated than I'd imagined.  And then, as I started writing, I read all of the transcripts in detail.  Some of it was very interesting because they included discussions between the judge and the attorneys that took place out of the presence of the jury.  There's some juicy stuff there.  

This time though, I deviated from my regular writing process. 

As strange as it sounds, I don't normally have 'first drafts'.  Sure, my first pass needs editing, primarily to catch typos and unfortunate wording.  But in each book I've written thus far, I've done the upfront work to flesh out the characters and their motivations, the locations, and virtually every plot twist, along with all the devices I'm going to use (and at which points) to keep the reader involved and ready to turn the next page (as best I can).  In other words, by the time I finish my first pass, the book is pretty close to done.

This one was different.  I had rough sketches of the jurors (not full portraits), and I had the transcripts.  I wanted to stay faithful to the trial and to some degree make the reader feel the impact of the length of the trial.  But I didn't really think about my readers. 

And so, here I am after 8 months of work. The writing was difficult, and going through the transcripts was even more challenging.  I knew it was going to be a real first draft when I started writing, but now, I actually have a  first draft in front of me, and it sucks!  

It's not that the writing is terrible or that the story is bad, but the fact is, the story just doesn't grab you. 

So what am I going to do?

Well, one of the writers' groups I follow regularly posts some variation on "A first draft is like throwing sand in a sandbox from which you'll later build castles." Yeah, right!  That's little consolation when you've got 300 pages of sand to deal with. 

Other forums suggest that you walk away from your first draft for at least a month. 

Okay!  I can do that.

In the meantime, I'm back to The Misogynist.  And I've got to say, it's a lot of fun.  I love laying out subtle clues and misdirecting my reader with personality quirks and events that aren't quite what they seem.  I'm writing at a nearly frenetic pace since after 8 months slogging through The 15th Juror, writing The Misogynist is easy.   That novel was fully thought out.   

And now that I think about it, I recognize that the critical difference between the two books is that with each sentence I write now, I'm focused on the readers (and how I'm going to lead them astray).  It's fun!  Unfortunately, I didn't do that with The 15th Juror.

So as far as the first draft of The 15th Juror is concerned,  I'm just walking away.

I will regain my confidence by writing something I really love.  And with luck, in a month or so, I'll come back to The 15th Juror with a fresh perspective and will find a way to take a box full of sand, and build castles.

Karen's son Victor and his wife Lee Ann were invited to a medical conference in Barcelona.  Their flight arrived the eve of October 1st, 2017.  For those of you who don't know the significance of that date, this was the day that Catalonia, the northeastern-most province of Spain, voted to secede from Spain.  There were violent demonstrations, clashes with police and the Guardia Civil, and general strikes as Spain tried to stop the vote.  Fortunately, Victor and Lee Ann caught a pre-dawn flight to San Sebastian to spend a few days with us in the Basque country of France before we drove them back to Barcelona for the conference.  We hoped things would settle down by then. 

After two weeks of gorgeous weather here in the Pays Basque, that Sunday morning dawned cool, cloudy and drizzly.  Of course!  I had told them not to bring rain gear since the forecast was for continued beautiful weather.   Luckily, they were wise enough to ignore my advice.  We had reserved a room for them in a hotel near our apartment with spectacular ocean views and views of the Trois Couronnes and La Rhune.  I think they caught a brief glimpse of the Pyrenees just before they left.  

After we showed them around our little village, they took a quick jet-lagged induced nap before we headed for dinner at the always wonderful Txamarra near the port and Les Alcyons here in Guethary.

We had originally planned to take them to the Guggenheim in Bilbao on Tuesday, but with heavy rain forecast, we decided to visit Bilbao on Monday in spite of the fact that the museum was closed.  Actually, it wasn't so much Bilbao they wanted to see, it was San Juan de Gaztelugatxe.  They're both Game of Thrones fanatics and wanted to see the location that was a big part of this past season.  

After touring the outside of the museum, we walked along the river and found a nice bar for lunch.  Then we made our way to San Juan de Gaztelugatxe for the arduous hike from the mainland to the island and then back.  We had warned them that the hermitage at the top was not Dragonstone; that Dragonstone was a CGI enhancement.  But even with the missing castle,  they  appreciated the beauty of this part of the Spanish coastline.  See my previous post on San Juan de Gaztelugatxe for more.  

As the rain broke up on Tuesday, we did a hike along the Sentier Littoral into Saint Jean de Luz and back.  Wednesday morning, it was raining again but it started to clear a bit by the afternoon, so we decided to show them a bit of Biarritz on their last day in the the Pays Basque.  We walked along the Grande Plage, then made our way to Rocher de la Vierge.  

With the sun finally out, we caught the sunset (but no green flash) just before dinner at Tantina de la Playa in Bidart.  Victor commented that it was one of the best meals he'd ever had.

Thursday morning we got up early for our drive to Barcelona.  From everything we had read and heard on the news, things were relatively calm there.  Still, we were a bit nervous.  

We headed south and followed the Bidasoa river as we entered Spain.  Karen and I have gone stand up paddling in its spectacular river canyon just below the French village of Biriatou.  We'd occasionally caught sight of a highway far above us, but this was the first time we'd driven along the river that serves as the border between France and Spain near the Basque coast. 

As we reached the south side of the Pyrenees, the terrain and weather changed.  Low clouds and drizzle gave way to sunshine, and the lush green of the Basque coast became dry high plains, much like you'd see in eastern Colorado or Wyoming.  

We skirted Pamplona, and continued through the uniformly flat and dry plains on our way to Zaragoza, Victor's birthplace.  Karen, her children, and their father spent four years there as part of an Air Force assignment nearly  forty years ago.  Karen wanted to visit their former home and see how the city had changed.  Of course, it's much bigger now.  The population was 150,000 when they lived there and is now nearly 700,000.   

Entering the grand plaza in front of the spectacular cathedral downtown, we discovered a pro-Spain Unity demonstration just breaking up.  In spite of major police, army, Guardia Civil, and ambulance presence, it was apparently a peaceful demonstration.  

We strolled the plaza and then had an excellent lunch at Asador La Forja, not far from the Cathedral.  

After lunch we managed to find their former home, but not after a bit of confusion because they'd changed the house numbers on the street.  The home is located in a well-developed area of walled and gated homes which now includes elegant hotels and apartments nearby.  Apparently the surrounding areas were quite rural years before.  

We got back on the road heading east and three hours later faced tremendous traffic jams as we entered downtown Barcelona.  

After checking into our hotel, not far from the conference center, we made our way down the Carrer de Blai, a pedestrian mall with dozens of excellent restaurants.  We picked Boca Oreja (word of mouth) and had a sumptuous meal that began with my first patatas bravas (roasted potatoes with a mayonnaise and pepper sauce) and included the best octopus dish I've ever eaten.  

Over the next few days, we visited many of the tourist sites in Barcelona - the Palau National art museum with its commanding views of the city, the botanical gardens, the Gothic quarter, the Picasso Museum - if ever you had a doubt about Picasso being a genius, just check out some of the work he did as a young teenager - and countless other places that we could reach on foot.  We also encountered some demonstrations - crowded but peaceful.  Of course that would change soon after our departure from Barcelona.
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We also found some notable restaurants: the Juice House with great organic and vegetarian dishes - super lunch; Mino in the Gothic quarter where I had my first paella - loaded with scallops and seafood; and the Restaurant Amfora  where we had a grilled vegetable appetizer followed by sea bass smothered in cepes (exotic mushrooms now in season in Europe).  

​Before leaving Barcelona on Sunday, we had to see some of the Gaudi architecture.  Our first stop was the Sagrada Familia.  They began construction on this somewhat bizarre basilica in the 1880s and don't expect to complete it until 2026, the hundredth anniversary of Gaudi's death.  

From there, we made our way to Park Guell, a fantastic park designed by Gaudi with unusual buildings, exotic structures, and great views of the city.  Unfortunately, to get into most of the buildings and the most exotic parts of the park, you need to reserve (and pay) several days in advance, so we just toured this magical place.
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After strolling through the park, we dropped Victor and Lee Ann at the airport and started our six-hour drive back to Guethary.  This time we decided to cross the high Pyrenees on a 'new' road.  The somewhat mundane, barren flatlands of the Spanish plains gave way to rolling hills as we approached the Pyrenees.  We stopped for lunch in the tiny town of Yequeda and had a superb meal at the Hotel Fetra.  
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Winding up into the Pyrenees, the south side was mostly dry and treeless.  We passed through many tunnels, but I wasn't prepared for the 8 kilometer (5 mile) long Somport tunnel that joins Spain to France.  

Exiting the tunnel, we found ourselves at 5300 feet of altitude in lush green France.    The trip back to Guethary was uneventful but much more scenic than northern Spain.   
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There's apparently some controversy surrounding this pass through the Pyrenees.  Spain is extending their Autoroute/Toll Roads in Spain to climb up the Spanish side of the pass into the Tunnel.  But on the other side, as you can see above, the road narrows.  

Overall, we enjoyed our trip to Barcelona.  The politics are interesting if unstable.  My personal belief, as a relatively uninformed foreigner, is that the independence movement was an attempt to negotiate to regain the autonomy that Catalonia experienced several years ago, to become an autonomous region within Spain, much like the Basque region is now. 

From what I can see, Catalonia could never have stood on its own economically.  They could never have become part of the EU and since most of their revenues come from Spain, losing that income with a separation could be fatal to the region.  Unfortunately, it was a tough game of cat and mouse and as I write this, it's not looking good for Catalonia.  Carles Puigdemont is under arrest in Belgium and Spain has charged him and his associates with treason.  There is a lot of support for Catalonia's independence or perhaps autonomy here in the Pays Basque with demonstrations today.  Hopefully cooler heads will prevail before something disastrous happens.

We're about to head back to France and I realize that I neglected to do a post on our stop in southern Brittany from our last trip. Hopefully you saw my post on Spectacular Northern Brittany.  That was our destination for the trip.  But since it was more than a seven-hour drive from our place in the Pays Basque, we decided to spend a couple of days in Damgan, a small village on the southern coast of Brittany not far from the medieval town of Vannes.  With my fascination for Celtic prehistory, I was hoping to see the Ile-aux-moines and the nearby Cairn at Gavrinis.  

We picked the village of Damgan because Sylvianne, a good friend from Karen's Santa Cruz Speaks French Meetup, lives there.  We stayed at the Hotel de la Plage which sits just across a quiet one-way street from the beach.  Each room has spectacular ocean views of the coast to the south.  We dined with Sylvianne at the amazing Latitude 47 restaurant in the hotel, so named because the hotel is located at that latitude as are two other places the owner had lived, Quebec City in Canada, and Budapest in Hungary.

The next morning we drove around the medieval city of Vannes to catch the boat to the Ile-aux-moines (the monks' island) in the Gulf of Morbihan.  The bay itself is spectacular featuring hundreds of islands, many with prehistorical sites.

Arriving on the island after the 5-minute boat ride, we rented bikes and started touring. The island is small, only about 4 miles long and a mile and a half wide, easily covered in a day on a bike.  Our trip into prehistory began with a stop on the way out of the village at a famous cromlech.  If you recall from my previous posts, a cromlech is a circle of stones (like the more famous Stonehenge). They appear to have had some religious, probably funereal significance to the ancient Celts, but no one knows for sure.  While almost all the cromlechs found in Europe are circular, those in Brittany are not.  This one was very large and oblong with a central stone (called a menhir) named Le Moine (the monk) as its focal point.  We arrived at Le Moine to find several people lying at its base trying to receive the energy from the stone.  This may sound a bit strange, but when you visit Brittany, especially the more remote parts of the granite-lined coast, you really do get an almost spiritual sense of 'groundedness' and permanence.  But back to the Ile-aux-moines.

After visiting the small museum, we continued south towards the far end of the island where we visited one of the larger dolmens - an ancient burial tomb.  We spent the day exploring the remote beaches on the island, often leaving our bikes to hike beautiful single-track trails around the island.  In addition to the dolmens and cromlechs, there are also ancient springs/wells.  Apparently there is an underground river on this tiny island.  

Returning to Damgan, we showered and met Sylvianne who took us on a walking tour of the village of Damgan.  The next morning we went to the medieval walled city of Vannes.  

Vannes was founded during the Roman conquest in about 56 BC.  It became a fortified Christian city around the 3rd century.  Its imposing cathedral and walls dominate the Gulf of Morbihan and what was once a moat around the city is now filled with ornate gardens.  We walked the walls of the city, visited the cathedral and several art galleries, then made our way to the boat launch for the 15-minute ride to visit the Cairn de Gavrinis.  

Similar to the Cairn de Barnenez described in my previous Spectacular Northern Brittany post, the Cairn de Gavrinis is about a 1000 years more recent.  It's estimated that it was built around 3500 BC, still well before the pyramids of Egypt.  What makes this Cairn unique are the intricate carvings which line its interior.  

The trip to the island is a bit expensive, and in peak seasons, you need to make reservations, but it's worth it.

The next day, we made our way to our ultimate destination in the north of Brittany.  

If we've learned anything about Brittany, it's that there is huge variation in the climate, terrain, and even the culture.  From the warm sunny beaches Morbihan in the south,  to the stark, austerity of Finistere, to the striking beauty of the northern coastline of the Cotes d'Amor, Brittany is a region of great contrasts that you don't want to miss.

Two things before you start reading:  1) The photo at left is by Ted Hesser a photographer from the Bay Area who was brilliant in positioning himself for this memorable shot.  Check out his photos at his site.  2) This post is not about the eclipse.  It's about how the Bolt performed on our first truly significant trip (well beyond the 400 miles we often drive in a day).  

If you've read my previous posts on the #BoltEV in my Electric Vehicles category, you know that we regularly take what most people would consider long trips for an electric vehicle (EV).  But a trip from Santa Cruz to Oregon for the eclipse would be well over 1200 miles.  We had confidence in the Bolt, and we'd read Harvey Payne's account of his trip from southern California to Oregon posted in the Facebook Chevy Bolt Owner's Group forum.  That gave us a big leg up.  

However, we wanted to be prepared.  We used Plugshare to lay out the trip and where we would need to charge, along with alternates in case a station was occupied or not working.  We decided that for this trip we'd be conservative and not push the range of the Bolt.  Personally, I was a bit worried about the drive over Siskiyou Summit, especially for the trip back where you climb from Ashland to the summit in about 10 very steep miles.  The charging plan was step one in our preparations.

During one of our regular 175-mile drives to our place in the Sierra, I narrowly avoided hitting a sharp piece of scrap metal on highway 580 going down Altamont Pass.  Unfortunately, several other vehicles were on the side of the road with blown-out tires.  We decided then and there, as we looked at the 110 degree temperature outside, that we didn't want to take a chance on flat in the middle of the desert in eastern Oregon.  So, we bought a full-sized spare for the Bolt.

As you can see from the photos above, it fits nicely (deflated a bit) in the space in the back under the removable cover.  And, it provides a nice place to store our portable EVSE and J1772 extension cable with space left for the lug wrench, jack, compressor, and our disc golf equipment.  

We packed food and emergency supplies and were ready for our Bolt's longest trip. 

Just before leaving,  a contractor contacted us to say he could start work on the decks at our place in the mountains, so we decided to head up there before making our way to Oregon.  As usual, our 175-mile drive in the Bolt was uneventful. Even with the 4000' altitude gain - we averaged over 4 mi/kWh.

As often happens, the contractor didn't show.  We took advantage of his absence to continue up to Kirkwood for some disc golf among the seemingly infinite fields of wild flowers.  
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The next day we left our place in the Sierra fully charged and found ourselves caught in Sacramento traffic.   We stopped in Corning to get a bit of a bump before continuing the 100 miles to Yaks in Dunsmuir for lunch and a charge.  Next stop Ashland where, based on Harvey Payne's recommendation, we'd spend the night at The Palm Cottages and take advantage of their free charging.  Since I-97 has no fast charging stations, very few J1772 stations,  and with eclipse traffic, we knew that all campgrounds were full (no available connections for our NEMA 14-50 EVSE), we decided to meet Karen's daughter and son-in-law in Eugene (instead of going directly to Bend) where we could plug our EVSE into their dryer outlet overnight before heading over to Bend, an easy 130 miles away. 

The trip from Ashland to Eugene was uneventful and the next morning we drove through the rolling hills/mountains of southern Oregon on our 180-mile final leg to Eugene.  In addition to the charging advantages, this detour gave us a chance to dine at the always amazing Rye on 3rd in Eugene, where we started with the Poutine (a decadent Canadian dish composed of French fries topped with duck confit and cheese), and ended with their house made chocolates paired with whiskies - mine was dark chocolate caramel paired with W.L. Weller special reserve.

But I diverge... 

Karen had the brilliant idea to track our kwH usage between fast charging stations (or their exits if  we didn't stop) and other key landmarks that we passed to help others better plan their trips along I-5 over Siskiyou Summit, and to show us exactly how much, and when, we needed to charge on future trips.  Here are the stats for Sacramento to Eugene and Eugene to Santa Cruz.  
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The idea is that you can look at distances between charging stations, look at how many kWh remain in your battery, and then decide where you want to stop to charge.  

To put this into perspective, we had two people in the Bolt plus the spare wheel and provisions and toys for our trip.  We drive at roughly 5 mph over the speed limit on highways in California (at the speed limit elsewhere), and pretty much right on the speed limit everywhere in Oregon.

Fair warning, although our trip up to Eugene was completely uneventful, our trip back wasn't (note the detour to Chico).  On the way back after a full charge using the dryer outlet, we spent the night in Ashland again, and anticipated topping up at Yaks in Dunsmuir, thinking we could make it 211 miles (with a lot of downhill) to the EVgo charger in the Vacaville outlet mall, and then home - just 3 stops total for the trip from Eugene to Santa Cruz.  But, as we found out, Yak's charger is powered off when they're closed (we should have paid attention to the station hours).   No problem, right?  We'll just charge at the Olive Pit  in Corning and have lunch there.

No such luck.  While the Olive Pit charger worked on our way up, it was down on our way back.   We called Chargepoint and worked with them for a good half hour to no avail.  James, the Olive Pit owner came out to try to help, but no luck.  He had some serious complaints about Chargepoint service, but then told us he was still planning to add a new, higher kW charger next to the current one.  He's a great guy who's looking at purchasing an EV himself, so stop by the Olive Pit if you're passing to thank him for the charging stations and his support of EVs.

With Corning down, we thought we'd just have to make it the 50 miles to Williams to charge at the Carl's Jr. there, but it wasn't showing up on Plugshare (I had the 'available' filter on).  I called Chargepoint, and they admitted that Williams was down too.  I asked about the one in Redding (thinking we might backtrack), and apparently it was flaky - three charging stations, each over 50 miles apart that were down!  That could give anyone range anxiety.  

But fortunately, Harvey Payne had mentioned the solar-powered, free charging station at the Sierra Nevada Brewery in Chico.  Quite frankly, the detour was worth it because of the superb lunch we had there.  We charged for a bit over an hour, drove to Vacaville, charged for a bit less than an hour and raced home to Santa Cruz using our new (free for EVs) FastPass Express Lane pass to bypass most of the Bay Area commute traffic.

We learned a lot on this trip.  First and foremost, the Bolt continues to surprise us with its range.   Using the numbers we charted, it's clear we can optimize our charge times on future trips.  Next, although we did plot alternative stations, we didn't anticipate 3 successive stations being down by double checking availability.  And, we didn't pay attention to station operating hours.  Had we done that, we'd have left Ashland later, charged at Yaks over lunch, then only at Vacaville to make it home.  And finally, I'm beginning to change the opinion I expressed about whether a Bolt can be your primary vehicle.  The Bolt is our primary vehicle.  Our Audi has been collecting dust since the end of ski season.  Once there's an affordable all-wheel electric with the Bolt's range, we'll trade in the Audi and will go all-electric.

A last story about the eclipse for those of you who didn't go.   

According to our friends and relatives in Oregon, the news had been warning about the Apoceclipse - they said that because of millions of anticipated eclipse visitors, there would be food and gas shortages along with crippling traffic jams.  We did know that all hotels, rentals, and campgrounds were full, so it seemed somewhat plausible.

But on the Friday before the eclipse, we drove over highway 58 from Eugene to Bend where we had rented an AirBnB  (about 130 miles) and there was no traffic at all.  We pulled into Crux, our son-in-law's favorite Bend brewery.  We'd eaten there before and they have a great menu.   Unfortunately, when the menus came, there were only a few items on it.  We asked the server about our missing favorites and she said they would return on Monday.  Because of the forecast Apoceclipse, they, along with most restaurants in Bend, had reduced their menus to the minimum so that they could more quickly prepare food for the predicted crowds.  Unfortunately, those crowds never materialized.  It seemed like a normal summer weekend in Bend.

On the day of the eclipse, we drove up to a place in the desert to the east of Madras where we experienced 2 minutes of totality.  If you want what I think is a good account of a total eclipse, read my first novel The Silicon Lathe.  In it, I describe the awe of a 7-minute total eclipse.  

On our way back to Bend, we detoured a couple of miles to visit stunning Smith Rock (in the picture above) for a short hike.   Upon returning to Bend, we munched appetizers and sipped cool drinks at a table next to the Deschutes river at the River House.  Our drive back to Eugene the next morning was uneventful.

If you get a chance to see a total eclipse, don't miss it.  Don't be afraid of the extra hassle to get into the zone of totality.  The difference between 99.9% and 100% is literally the difference between day and night.  At 100% the stars come out and you can look directly at the sun and all the seemingly miraculous phenomena that come with totality.  Our entire family, who was enthralled by this eclipse, is now making plans to go to Argentina for a 4-minute eclipse in 2019.   Maybe we'll see you there!

We were reluctant to leave Brittany with its spectacular coastline and its peaceful grounded atmosphere, but Karen had never seen the Loire Valley, so we headed east, leaving the rolling hills of Brittany for the flatlands surrounding the Loire.

We decided to break up the nearly four and a half hour drive from Plougrescant to Amboise with a stop at  L'Arche de la nature park near Le Mans for a quick round of disc golf.  Surprisingly, Le Mans has 8 disc golf courses - the highest concentration of disc golf courses in France.  The temperature was in the low 80s (around 28 degrees C) with a light breeze.  We found the very wooded course well marked, challenging, and beautiful.  Highly recommended for any disc golfers passing through the area.

It was only an hour's drive from Le Mans to Amboise and we easily found our hotel, the Hotel Clos D'Amboise.  We pulled into the narrow, gated courtyard, parked, and checked in with the very welcoming staff.  At first glance, we were quite pleased with our room in the former carriage house of an old estate with its double french doors looking out onto a small garden at the side of the courtyard.  The bathroom was a bit strange - about 4 feet wide and perhaps 15 feet long - very narrow and hard to move around in but the room itself seemed charming.  

After reading reviews of the hotel's restaurant, we had made reservations for a table on their patio next to the garden.  The food was excellent, the service impeccable, and the location next to the gardens ideal.  Our only surprise was that every table around us was occupied by Americans.  

We're used to spending time in France but we hadn't ever encountered so many Americans in one place.  During our entire visit to Brittany, we hadn't heard a word of English.  In the Basque region, we occasionally hear British English and rarely encounter Americans, so it was a big surprise to be completely surrounded by English speakers.  As we would discover during our off-season stay here in the Loire Valley, most of the people we would encounter were American tourists.  
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We had a nice conversation with a couple at the next table, but couldn't help being disturbed by a classic 'ugly American' a few tables away.  In a very loud voice, this investment adviser was trying to convince his clients to turn the rest of their portfolio over to him to manage.  Fortunately, the obviously wealthy client wasn't having any of it.  Unfortunately, the over-the-top high pressure sales pitch went on for nearly two hours.  

But I diverge.  After dinner, we strolled on the banks of the Loire taking in the peaceful river and the looming Chateau d'Amboise (more on that in a bit).  Returning to the hotel after the late sunset, we strolled the beautiful gardens of the property and then went back to the room just as they were closing the front gates.  

As we discovered during the rest of our stay, our room was not situated in the best place.  The double French doors didn't insulate us from the outside noise of people gathering or passing through the courtyard to their rooms.  If the gates were open, road noise was substantial and being on the ground floor, we were subject to the pounding of the elephants occupying the room above us.  Overall, in spite of the friendly, helpful staff, and great restaurant, the room was a negative for us.

For our first morning we had visions of doing some stand up paddling on the Loire, sort of following up on the paddling we'd done near Plougrescant in Brittany.  As we learned after an extensive search of places to put in, the current is much too fast for stand up paddling (unless you have someone to pick you up downstream).  We would have been better off renting kayaks for the day. There are numerous small outfits that will pick you up wherever and whenever you want at very reasonable rates.
 
We enjoyed a light breakfast at a bakery not far from the hotel, then made our way to Clos de Luce - the former home of da Vinci.   While the house and its history are interesting (including da Vinci's relationship with King Francis I - perhaps familiar to fans of The Tudors), It's the basement and the adjacent building that captivated our scientific and historical interests.  In both places you can see da Vinci's drawings, the history of the deployment of his inventions (many of which were not actually built for hundreds of years), and many modern constructions of his more interesting inventions.  Clos de Luce is definitely worth the price of admission.

After a couple of hours there, we were hungry and walked back towards the center of the old town along the walls of the Chateau d'Amboise which dominates the entire village.  We spotted an interesting sign pointing down a side street and had an excellent lunch at a restaurant called Le Parvis.  Almost all of its dishes were prepared in a wood-fired oven.

That afternoon we took a ride to Chenonceau, one of the most famous Chateaux in the Loire Valley.  In addition to the spectacular gardens and a labyrinth/maze, the chateau itself is worth the stop.  New since my last visit in 2000 is a hall where the history of the chateau is recounted on story boards in multiple languages.  We spent a lot of time here learning about the intrigues in the courts of Francis I and others and how the chateau was a pawn in sensitive political negotiations.  It also appears to have been the home to the roots of the feminist movement in France started by Louise-Marie Dupin de Chenonceau (1706-1799!), who hired Rousseau to write a an encyclopedia about the second sex, proving their equality to men.  

The great halls, tapestries, and bedrooms were fascinating, but I think Karen was most intrigued by the kitchens and, of course Louise-Marie Dupin.  ​

The next day, with record temperatures forecast (104 degrees - 40 C), we decided to visit the Chateau d'Amboise as soon as they opened, then to stop at Loches on our way back to Guethary.  

The Chateau d'Amboise was Francois I's castle.  Over the centuries it has undergone many changes, most of which are depicted both inside and outside the castle.  As I've mentioned, it really does dominate Amboise and looking downward, you can see the many homes and shops built during the 15th century.  Looking up from the village, you can't help but be a bit intimidated by the castle's presence.  I'm sure that was a calculated effect.
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After visiting the Chateau, we checked out of the hotel and made the 45 minute drive to Loches.  I had been there in 2000 and remember being quite impressed.  This time was a bit different as the site is much more developed with a souvenir shop and more historical signage, much of it focused on disabusing us of the notion that the torture chambers were used extensively. Nonetheless, the chateau and in particular, the dungeon were worth the visit.

Built in the 9th century, little remains of the main fortress.  The block-shaped building in the picture is largely an empty structure inside.  You can see where the floors used to be and signs document what each of the many levels was used for.  Still, the best part is the underground dungeons.  Across the path is the entrance.  You begin to descend a spiral stone staircase and after a minute or two, you encounter the first of the cells where prisoners where kept and tortured.  After continuing downward past more and darker cells, you eventually enter a subterranean cavern from which you will ultimately exit.  Apparently, the area is riddled with these caverns and for centuries, they were quarried.

We left Loches and the Loire Valley heading south towards the Pays Basque as the temperatures started to soar.  

Will we go back to visit the Loire Valley?  Probably not.  We learned about the history of the area, saw the chateaux, and enjoyed our visit, but largely because it's a major tourist destination, it's not what we think of as the most inviting region of France.  While we do cycle, we didn't cycle the Loire Valley.  However it's worth noting that many of the  roads there have large, well-maintained bike lanes, perfect for those who want to do bike trips which include visiting chateau and sipping the wines of the Loire Valley.

Returning home to our little village in the Pays Basque, we were pleased to find that the ocean breezes had cooled that area.  After a quick shower, we made our way to Tantina de la Playa where we were warmly greeted by the always very cool staff and had an excellent dinner to wrap up our trip.  

For most Americans, France is either Paris, the Loire Valley, or the Riviera.  But France is much more.  And while we haven't fully explored the entire country, we have found some hidden gems.

Sometime back I did a post entitled Dare Brittany! Finistere, Morlaix, Perros Guirec.  In it, I described the relatively short visit we did to Brittany as part of our drive up the west coast of France.  I said we'd be back, and two weeks ago, we decided to visit Brittany again with the goal of hiking more of the GR 34 - the 1200-mile Grande Randonnée (Great Hike) that runs along the coast of Brittany.  We had heard that our previous hikes along the Sentier des Douaniers (Customs Agents Trail), part of the GR with its immense pink granite formations and hidden granite structures which allowed the customs agents to surreptitiously watch for smugglers, would pale in comparison to parts of the trail to the east.  We were a bit skeptical, but excited to see this more remote coastline.  

To break up the 7-hour drive from our place in the Pays Basque to the north coast of Brittany, we stopped in southern Brittany along the Gulf of Morbihan where we visited Vannes and the Ile aux Moines - one of several hundred islands in the picturesque gulf.  More on that in an upcoming post.    

The next day we headed to  Le Manoir de Kergrec'h, a restored 15th century manor house on a huge, park-like estate that borders the GR-34 in the area of Plougrescant in northern Brittany. This part of Brittany is called the Cote d'Armor.  On our way to the manor, we had to pass through the town of Treguier.  And while it was only 15 minutes to our destination, the impressive cathedral merited a stop.  

Parts of the Cathedral were built in 970 AD, but most of what you see today was built beginning in 1339.  In addition to striking stained glass, and gravity defying architecture, the cathedral is home to the remains of Saint Yves - the patron saint of lawyers.  Every year on May 19th, lawyers from around the world come to Treguier to pay hommage to St. Yves and to carry his skull from the cathedral to nearby Minihy, where St. Ives had built an asylum.  ​We left Treguier with the plan of returning on foot from the manor the next day.
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Arriving at the manor, we were struck by the beauty of the spot.  We checked in, settled into our well-appointed room that was almost as large as our apartment, and decided to do a quick hike along the GR from the manor to the north then back through the village of Plougrescant. The mostly single-track trail ran along the banks of the Baie d'Enfer (the Bay of Hell), so named because of the strong currents leading from the estuary to the south into the English Channel to the north.  In spite of the drizzly day, the scenery did not disappoint. 
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Since we indicated we wanted a light meal, Pierre, the owner of the manor,  suggested a couple of local restaurants.  We walked back into the village where we had a surprisingly good dinner in a small, unassuming restaurant called La Maison Bleue.  It has a small menu, but most everything is organic and the preparation and presentation were worthy of a high-end restaurant.

The next morning we started our hike into Treguier, intent on having lunch there and returning by late afternoon.  The weather was spectacular: sunny, low 70s, and a light breeze.  

The GR south from the manor continues as mostly single track along the water for a couple of miles.  Then, as you reach the village called La Roche Jaune, it moves onto streets.  A kilometer or so later, the GR offers a choice - turn down towards the estuary, or take the high tide route. Since the tide was low, we decided on the estuary.  This adds a few kilometers to the hike, and it's a much more challenging trail, but we thought the scenery would be better than on the roads into Treguier.  Unfortunately, we were just wearing running shoes, so we weren't prepared for the mud.  The views were mostly worth it, though often, the going was very slow as we tried to rock-hop our way.  Our guess is that the path that was supposed to be about 15 minutes longer added well over an hour to our hike.  

Exiting the estuary, which is formed by the merging of three rivers - Le Jaudy, Le Dossen, and Le Guindy, you're back on country roads which run through artichoke fields dotted with wild red poppies.  Although we were on roads, it was a pleasant hike through the countryside and we made it to Treguier before the restaurants closed for lunch.  

After lunch we took the easy way back, avoiding the estuary, which was quickly becoming submerged with the rising tide.
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One of the fascinating things about Brittany is its wealth of prehistoric cromlechs (circles of stone like Stonehenge), menhirs (large standing stones), dolmens (ancient burial chambers), and cairns.  One of the most famous of the latter is the Cairn de Barnenez.  Dating from over 6500 years ago, long before the pyramids, it is also one of the largest prehistoric structures ever found.  It's located just north of Morlaix in the Finistere (end of the world) part of Brittany, about an hour away from the manor.  

After a leisurely morning, we made our way to the Cafe du Port in Plouzouc'h, just north of Morlaix near the mouth of the estuary there.  There is a part of the GR 34 that leads to the Cairn of Barnenez from the port - a distance of just under 4 miles each way.  We had a superb lunch which included fresh mussels that had just come into season and then started out on the trail which again, is mostly single-track.  It is somewhat overgrown in places, but offers spectacular views of the estuary and the islands just beyond as it climbs the cliffs bordering the estuary.  

The Cairn was worth the visit and the small museum was informative, describing the construction of the Cairn, the peoples of the time, and their lifestyles.  

We stopped at the Cafe du Port and watched the tide come in as we re-hydrated.  Karen sipped a local dark buckwheat-based beer while I downed a huge bottle of sparkling water.

On the way back to the manor, we stopped for bread, cheese and wine, and enjoyed a light dinner and Scrabble on the manor's patio.  
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​​We lunched at Chez Constance, an eclectic restaurant/bookstore/live music venue on the edge of the village of Plougrescant where we sampled gallettes - giant savory crepes made of gluten-free buckwheat.  They were excellent.  All the food at Chez Constance is local and organic.  It's definitely worth a stop if you're in the area.

​We reluctantly prepared to leave the manor and Plougrescant the next morning to spend a couple of days in Amboise in the Loire Valley.  We mentioned to Pierre that we would be stopping near Le Mans to play disc golf, and then had to explain what disc golf was.  He and Sabrina threw a few discs on the spacious grounds of the manor and were completely intrigued.  It turns out that Pierre has been looking for some activity to add to the manor property.  Several friends had suggested a golf course, but Pierre felt the upkeep and environmental impact was too great.  It looks like he may be installing a disc golf course instead.

In parting, he suggested we pass through Paimpol, a town to the east, and take a quick look at the port that leads to the Ile de Brehat where he'd owned his previous hotel.  And one more time before leaving, we were blown away by the beauty of this stretch of coastline.  

​One last note:  we were in northern Brittany during and after the first part of the legislative elections in France. The France Insoumise party was campaigning everywhere.  As we learned, the people of Brittany are very environmentally-oriented.  Hence, Brittany serves as home to this eco-socialist party.  They have limited industrial development and have have preserved what may be the most beautiful areas in France.

A good friend recently called us to ask if she should buy a Chevy Bolt. Of course our initial response was 'ABSOLUTELY!'  We talked about the amazing handling, 100% torque at all times, and its remarkable high-tech features. But as we got into details about charging and range, I realized that there's a lot people don't know about owning an electric vehicle (EV) and that the idea of owning an EV as your primary vehicle is a radical one.  Even (or perhaps it's mostly) non-EV owners have range anxiety.  

If you've read my other posts about EVs, you have a good idea of some of the limitations and concerns we've seen over the years with EVs.  Most of these have been answered by the Bolt, but ultimately, with today's technologies, it turns out that the practical limitations for an EV are less about the car itself and its range, and more about charging. That said, I thought I'd dedicate this post to EV charging and whether today's infrastructure is sufficient to own an EV  - in particular the Bolt - as your sole (or primary) vehicle.   
First, a few facts about the Bolt:  

The Bolt has an official range of 238 miles and an official MPGe (miles per gallon equivalent) of 130 miles per gallon.   In terms of actual tested range over the nearly 4 months we've been driving the Bolt, it gets over 300 miles around town, around 210 miles at 70-75 mph, and we average around 260 miles in mixed highway and city driving.  

So what about charging?

The Bolt's battery capacity is 60 kWh: sixty kilowatt hours.  When you start driving an EV, you think in terms of kWH and kW (kilowatts) instead of gas tank volume and gallons of gas needed to fill it.  Still, the idea is the same.  EVs get a certain number of miles per kWh just like a gasoline-powered car gets a number of miles per gallon of gas.  The battery capacity is like the gas tank.

Obviously, just as you get lower gas mileage going uphill in a conventional car, you get fewer miles per kWh going uphill in an EV.  But in an EV, when you go downhill, you recharge the battery.  That's like filling your tank as you drive.  Also, EVs get better range around town than on the highway.  For the ranges I mentioned above, we get over 5 miles/kWh around town, about 3.5 miles/kWh at faster highway speeds, and about 4.25 miles/kWh in mixed highway and city driving.  

The Bolt accepts two types of charging interfaces: the J1772 plug, and the CCS Fast Charging plug.  At 240 volts, the J1772 adapter will charge the Bolt at up to 7.8 kW (kilowatts) and a fully discharged battery will recharge in about 9 hours.  The CCS Fast Charging interface accepts up to 80 kW, which theoretically means that you could fully charge an empty battery in about 45 minutes (60kWh/80kW = .75 hours). Unfortunately the reality here is a bit different.  The battery's charging is not linear.  It charges fastest when empty and slows as it nears full capacity.  Also, as of today, there are no 80+ kW charging stations available for any cars other than Teslas.  The best EV charging stations we've found are 50 kW and it takes about 80 minutes to charge the Bolt from 20% to 100%.  

So what does this mean from a practical point of view?

We have no concerns on trips of 200 miles or so.  We drive to our destination, and if it's on the high end of the range, we recharge partially or fully and drive back.  We do regular trips of 175 miles each way.  During our brief stays at our destinations (usually meetings, sometimes a nice meal), we leave the Bolt at a Fast Charging Station to charge for about 80 minutes, bringing it up to near 100%.  When done with our meetings, we make our return trip,  and end with more than 20% of the battery capacity remaining when we get home.  In all, our 350-mile round trips take about 6 hours including charging time - not much different than in a gas-powered car - a gas car would have sat idle during our meetings anyway.  

The reality is that most of our drives are much shorter - 100 miles each way or less.  For these trips we don't even think about charging the car unless there happens to be an available charging station near our destination.  And although we have a 240 volt charging station at home, we rarely use it.  We get free charging at many places in Santa Cruz and have found that most cities offer free charging in their city parking lots.  If we're near a free charging station and it's available, we plug in while shopping, dining, or seeing a movie.

Not counting the free charging, the cost of charging, using either our home charging station or paying for EVgo Fast Charging, is about 10 cents per kWh.  At 4.25 miles per kWh, it costs us about $2.35 to drive 100 miles.  Since the Bolt is essentially maintenance free (other than tires and washer fluid), it's much less expensive to operate that our Audi.  With free charging factored in, the Bolt is incredibly cheap to drive. 

But what about a really long trip?

Well, that's a bit more difficult.  To be frank, Tesla has real advantages over the Bolt.  But it's not the car.  Sure, the Model S and Model X are nice luxury cars, but they don't meet my practical needs for carrying surfboards and sporting equipment and for parking in areas where a $100,000 car wouldn't last long.  No, it's not about the car.  It's about the charging network.

Tesla has built an extensive network of fast charging stations.  Most of these charge at a whopping 120 kW.  So, for a Telsa, after 3 or 4 hours on the road, you need to recharge for 30-45 minutes before continuing another 3 to 4 hours or so.  Long distances in a Tesla are practical and a Tesla could easily be not only your primary vehicle, but your only car.

For non-Telsa vehicles, there are several private pay-to-charge networks, but none has the capacity of the Tesla network.  Chargepoint has built a network that extends from the Mexican border to Canada with Fast Charging Stations every 50 miles or so.  Unfortunately, almost all of these operate at only 25 kW, so running up Highway 5 at 70-75 mph, getting 3.5 miles per kWh, an hour of charging would get you at most 85 miles.  It's not terribly practical to charge for an hour to drive a bit over an hour.  Of course if you want to make overnight stops, or if you have places you want to visit along the way, you could make this work for medium+ distance trips.

The other network we use is EVgo.  EVgo is expanding their network of 50 kW charging stations but they don't have many on Highway 5.   There are quite a few along Highway 80 and along Highway 101.  Longer trips along these corridors are somewhat more practical, but still not what you're used to in a gas-powered car.  You'd be charging an hour to get 170 miles.   We've planned a trip to Oregon in the Bolt this summer and it looks like, using the 25 kW Chargepoint stations, it will take us about three hours longer than in our Audi.  

So, for now, unless you have a Tesla, a 1000-mile or longer trip in an EV would mean a lot more stops.   

The good news is that charging infrastructure is changing fast.  As part of its settlement for the 'dieselgate scandal', VW is building an extensive network of very fast charging EV stations.   They, along with other auto manufacturers, have already begun rolling out 350 kW stations in Europe.  In the States, they've committed to doing the same beginning this year.  

Locally, EVgo has just installed a 150 kW experimental station in Fremont.  It theoretically has the capacity to go up to 350 kW.  

​So, it looks like over the coming years, the charging infrastructure will improve to the point where you can have a non-Tesla as your only vehicle - 150 kW charging will let you charge your car almost as fast as you could fill up at a gas pump.  350 kW will be just as fast if not faster, once cars have the capacity to accept that rate of charging.

For us, with its great range, Fast Charging, and fun to drive features, the Bolt has become our Primary Vehicle, covering a good 98% of our trips.  But because we periodically do very long trips (over 600 miles), until the charging infrastructure improves, the Bolt won't be our only vehicle.  

It's finally over.  Or is it really?

When I received my jury notice, I  figured that this time would be like the dozens of others - I call in each day and am told to call the next.  At the end of the week, the recording thanks me for my service and says that I have fulfilled my jury duty obligation and would not be called for the next two years.  

But this time was different.  It started out the same; I called in to see if I had to report the first day and as had happened literally dozens of time before, I was told to call back the next day.  Same thing the following day.  I was sure that this was going to be a repeat.  What was the likelihood that I'd be called in the middle of the week for a DUI trial?  Almost everyone I knew who was actually called to appear was impaneled on a 3-day DUI trial.  Only a couple of people had to serve longer - a week or so on civil suits.  

On my next call, I was told to appear on Thursday.   The fact that I was supposed to show up at 2 pm near the end of the week should have been my first clue that more was going on here.

After driving around the courthouse for 30 minutes in search of parking, I finally found a spot on Water Street.  I walked into the Jury Assembly Room, dripping wet because of the raging storm, with barely 10 minutes to spare.  I filled out the basic questionnaire and took a seat among over 100 people.  A few minutes later, a friendly Sheriff's Deputy led us through security and into the courtroom where we struggled to find seats.  Judge Timothy Volkmann greeted us warmly and encouraged the stragglers (me among them) to sit in the jury box.  He jokingly assured us that sitting in the jury box at this point was nothing to be worried about.  We looked nervously at each other.

Over the course of the next twenty to thirty minutes, Judge Volkmann explained our responsibilities as jurors and how the process worked.   He also made it very clear that no one was getting out of jury duty without a very good reason.   Then he dropped the bombshell.  This was a five week trial and the defendant was charged with raping his 7 year-old daughter.  There were countless audible gasps in the courtroom.  

I'm sure this is disappointing, but I'm not going to go into the details of the case in this blog.   Instead, I want to describe some surprises in the process and how this trial impacted me and the other jurors.  First the surprises:

1) We were given a very long questionnaire to be completed outside the courtroom and returned to the bailiff before leaving the courthouse.  There were a few yes/no questions, but the majority were questions that really got into who you were and what you thought about the justice system, the police, and the idea of innocence until proven guilty.  There were lots of case-specific questions about sexual abuse, your ability to separate lies from truth, and questions about children testifying, children lying - it was all surprising.  It took me nearly two hours to complete the questionnaire.  Court and jury selection would reconvene first thing Monday morning.  

2) On Monday morning, the court requested private interviews with seven of us, me included. Based on my questionnaire responses, both the prosecutor and defense attorneys asked me numerous questions about my previous experience with people who had been sexually abused and about my ability to render a fair decision in spite of this experience.  While they seemed to find my answers satisfactory, I noticed that 3 of the seven were excused. Not long after entering the court as a group, a few dozen potential jurors were excused, some for hardship (a separate form they'd filled out).  

3) Jury selection progressed as you might expect.  They put 12 people in the jury box. The judge asked several questions, then the defense and prosecuting attorneys asked questions. Surprisingly, it wasn't adversarial at this point.  Both attorneys seemed to be looking for impartial jurors, not jurors who would favor their side.  Countless jurors were excused.  At one point, it appeared there were 11 jurors who seemed acceptable to both sides.  They needed one more juror and 4 alternates. They brought me up.  I was selected as the third of the 4 alternates - juror number 15.  Everyone else was excused and thanked for their service.

4) During the course of the trial, winter storms closed roads and caused power outages.  At times jurors couldn't get to court on time.  The judge would either excuse us for the day or delay the start until the jurors could get there.  

5) During the trial, the prosecutor and the defense attorney worked closely together.  Certainly, they had disagreements which were settled in sidebars or through objections, but overall, they spent a lot of time conferring on how to best present evidence.

6) We've all seen the movies where there is direct examination of a witness followed by cross-examination, followed by a possible redirect.  What I didn't know is that the redirect and recross become a re-redirect and re-recross and that there's no limit to the back and forth.  And the biggest surprise: JURORS GET TO ASK QUESTIONS.  

According to Judge Volkmann, in California and many other states, judges have the option to give an instruction permitting jurors to ask questions.  A juror notes the question on a piece of paper, the bailiff delivers it to the clerk who enters it into the record and hands it to the judge.  If he thinks it might have merit, he gives it to the attorneys.  They determine if it has merit and if so, decide who will ask it, sometimes getting clarification from the judge on evidence and legality before posing the question to the witness.  We had over 80 juror questions during this trial.  

7) The police, forensic examiners, and expert witnesses were excellent.  It was clear that these people knew what they were doing and had expertise that you wouldn't think possible, even after watching countless courtroom dramas.  Personally, I couldn't imagine doing their jobs.

So here I was.  After decades of receiving jury duty notices, and only having to show up once, this time I was selected for a criminal trial forecast to last 5 weeks, but which actually took almost 8 weeks.   Since I'm now retired, I thought the timing was perfect.  For years, I had managed to escape jury duty's  impact on my startups so now it was time to pay up.  For the first time in my life, I had the time and flexibility to try to contribute to this most fundamental of our democratic processes.

But, I had no idea how much it would impact my life.  

It was a complicated trial.  Witnesses lied. And they lied about things that didn't seem to matter to the case.  They contradicted each other.  They changed their stories. They recanted previous testimonies with investigators and at the preliminary hearing.  The process was long.  The crime was described in excruciating detail complete with forensic evidence, photographs, and hours and hours of victim and family interviews. The defendant interrogation was grueling.  Most of us were overwhelmed seeing a real life interrogation that went on for 10 hours or more.    And as the trial progressed, it was clear that innocence, guilty, or not guilty (can't be proven beyond a reasonable doubt) was not clear.  There would be no easy decision here.  

But the worst was that none of us could talk about all we were seeing, hearing, and feeling.  As we exited the courtroom for breaks, it was clear that most everyone was deeply shaken by what we had seen and heard.  We couldn't talk to family, friends, counselors - as you might expect - but we couldn't talk to each other either.  It would have been helpful to be able to discuss the contradictions that seem to arise throughout the trial as well as the truly disturbing claims.  

I had nightmares.  I got depressed and angry - short tempered - not like me at all.  I couldn't stop thinking about the trial - about the process, the victim, the defendant, the attorneys, the conflicting evidence.  Unanswered questions haunted me and there was no one I could talk to about them.  During evenings and weekends when we had time for social events, my mind was on the case.  I couldn't stop thinking about it.

Now, after the end of the trial, other jurors tell me they experienced the same or worse.  Like mine, their spouses tried to be patient and understanding, but when you're in a relationship where you share your lives, and talk about what you do each day, going 8 weeks without being able to discuss what occupies your every waking hour and disrupts even your sleeping hours is a strain on any relationship.  

Worse, for me as an alternate juror, while I got to ask questions and participate in the whole trial just like any other juror, I was excluded from deliberations unless someone dropped out.  We did lose one juror during the trial, but the likelihood of losing another during deliberations was virtually non-existent. All the analysis, all the questions - I wouldn't be able to ask them.  I wouldn't be able to give my input in the deliberations.  And now that I know how it turned out.  I get to feel some additional guilt and lose more sleep over the fact that I think I might have helped bring about a different outcome: on the major counts, the jury was hung, 11 to 1.  

Eleven jurors thought the defendant was not guilty.  If you think about it, that's a long way to come from the initial gasps, especially after 6 weeks of intense prosecution evidence including those police reports and interviews, forensic interviews, and testimony by  police and experts.

I admit that I wasn't sure about my conclusions until I finally laid out the entire thing for Karen after the decision came in and I was released from the confidentiality instruction.  But over those hours of explaining every detail to her - my first chance to talk about all the evidence and associated contradictions - it was clear to me that there were just too many holes in the prosecution's case.  Not only was there reasonable doubt, I was convinced that the defendant was innocent - falsely accused of one of the most horrendous crimes.  

And what about that one hold-out juror?  According to the others, that juror admitted there was reasonable doubt (the requirement for a not-guilty verdict as dictated by the judge), but just wouldn't allow a not-guilty verdict.  It must be nice to not have any doubt.

What happens now?  There will likely be another trial.  The defendant, who has spent over 3 years in jail and who has had his life ruined, will likely face the whole process again.  There's a major concern about the charges on which he was found not guilty.  These provided much doubt about the main charges.  They likely won't be admissible in a future trial.  

But I'm glad it's over.  The other jurors are glad it's over.  None are happy.  All have been disturbed by this particular trial.  We all hope to find some way to move on.  

For me, I'm still not sleeping well.  I hope to be meeting with both attorneys shortly to talk about the trial.  I will be spending time with other jurors, trying to make sense of the whole thing and trying to get our lives back on track. Then maybe I'll give you the details and the countless questions.  In the meantime, I'll be working on a novel about the case, hoping the writing will release me from the mental squirrel-caging I can't seem to control.

Update:  It took quite a while, but I finally finished that novel.  I called it The 15th Juror.    You can find it on Amazon in paperback and ebook formats.  Let me know what you think.

Yesterday, we took our #BoltEV on a 350 mile trip.  Our goal: drive from Santa Cruz to San Luis Obispo in the morning and return by early evening.  We do this trip once a month and thus far have always taken our Audi Allroad.    It's about 170 miles each way.  

With the Bolt's rated range of 238 miles, we should be able to make it to San Luis Obispo, charge during Karen's meeting, then make it back, right?

Having lived with a Ford Focus EV for the past three years, we were more than a bit nervous about driving any electric car beyond its rated range, but particularly when much of the trip would be out in the middle of nowhere - no towns, no charging stations.  Plus, we knew that you don't get anywhere near the rated range at highway speeds, if you have strong headwinds, if you use the climate control, or if you have to climb hills.  Part of the trip to San Luis Obispo involved climbing the 1533' Cuesta Grade, just 8 miles before our destination.  

​We did a bit of planning and discovered that there were Chargepoint 24 DC kw fast charging stations in King City (about 85 miles from Santa Cruz) and in Paso Robles (just 30 miles from our destination).  There were two evGO 50 kw DC fast chargers in San Luis Obispo in the Marigold Center.  We'd found those on a previous trip.  

We went to bed the night before with the biggest storm of the season raging outside.  Heavy rain and winds shook the house.  I don't think it was the weather that caused our somewhat sleepless night, it was the omnipresent range anxiety familiar to most EV owners.

The forecast for the next day was periodic heavy showers.  If the weather looked really bad, we'd fall back on the Audi and would save the Bolt for a future trip.  

But, as fortune would have it, we woke up to a morning of light showers and a few rays of sunshine here and there.  We hopped in the Bolt and headed south.  Traffic was light and we saw that at 70 mph, our consumption was averaging over 3.5 miles per kwH.  With a battery capacity of 60 kwH, that should give us 210 miles.  We felt a bit better.  

Of course, there was a traffic jam on one of our shortcuts requiring a 7 mile detour; it was chilly and the windows fogged up with the rain; and when we caught the storm to the south, we faced pretty strong headwinds.   But the Bolt was a pleasure to drive.  The ride was surprisingly smooth on the concrete highway surface of Highway 101 and with the low center of gravity, it handled well even in gusty winds.  

As we neared Paso Robles, our expected remaining range was under 50 miles and we had a bit over 30 miles to go.  Of course our elevation was about 700 feet and we still had to climb up to 1533 feet.  We decided to play it safe and do a quick charge in Paso Robles at Cool Hand Luke's. The restaurant itself was closed but the charging station was available.  We plugged in, tapped our Chargepoint card, and nothing happened.  The card reader wasn't working.  

​I waited on hold for nearly 15 minutes with Chargepoint.  They activated the station and Karen and I walked the two blocks to grab an early light lunch at the highly recommended Red Scooter Cafe, one of many restaurants surrounding a gorgeous park in the center of the town.  

Returning to the Bolt, we saw that we'd added a bit over 50 miles to the expected range and we made our way to San Luis Obispo.  As we reached the top of the Grade, we saw that we had used about 30 of the expected miles.  We could have made it without stopping at Paso Robles.

​We still had 45 minutes before Karen's meeting, so we plugged in at the evGO station and toured Marigold center looking for possible future lunch spots - there are several.  Normally though,  we have lunch at Novo downtown - great food and atmosphere on the deck above the creek on days with nicer weather.  

The DC Fast Charging Surprise

I dropped Karen at her appointment and made my way back to the evGo station to fully charge the Bolt.  15 minutes later, the Bolt was charged to 80%.  I had read that after 80% EV batteries charged slower, but I didn't realize how much slower.   You do the straight line math, and with a 50 kw charger, you'd think you could fully charge the 60 kwH battery in an hour and 12 minutes, right?  Not a chance.  After 80%, the charge rate dropped to 17 kw, then at 90% capacity, it dropped to 10 kw, and at 98% to 6 kw.  It took an over hour to get the Bolt charged from 80% to 100%.

The Return

I picked Karen up and we started home.  Eight miles later at the top of Cuesta Grade, we'd used 8% of the battery.  It was time for a bit of range anxiety again.  But there was always King City if we needed it.  As it turned out, in spite of some strong winds on the return, we didn't need to stop. It wasn't even close.  We got back to Santa Cruz, 170 miles from our start, with 25% of the battery and an estimated 50+ miles remaining.  ​

Conclusions and a few Notes

We love this car (see We Love our New #ChevyBolt).  The more we drive it, the more we find to like.  I'm sure Chevrolet wouldn't want to hear this, but we can't believe it's a Chevy!  It handles like a European car - it's tight.  

It is unlikely that we will experience range anxiety again.  We understand the car and now we know about Fast Charging.  80% is a magic number.  Our longer trips will need a bit more planning.  

Last and not least, I note that we drove in LOW mode for the entire trip.  I've become addicted to single pedal driving.  Still, I'm not sure that I'm getting the max Regen when going downhill in LOW since I have to keep my foot on the accelerator pedal.  Next month when we make our trip to San Luis, we'll give DRIVE mode a shot to see if it makes any difference on the downhills. Between now and then, we'll be doing 200 mile trips with no worries about range.  

Bottom line, if you have any doubts about the Bolt, forget them.  It's an amazing car.  Buy one if you can!

Update 3/9/2017

We've now done several trips to San Luis Obispo and back.  We leave Santa Cruz fully charged, drive 70 -75 mph most of the way (except in King City), charge once in San Luis at the 50kw EVgo station, and drive home, arriving with 25% of the battery left (~50 miles).  We've had the car two and a half months and drive all over the Bay Area without even thinking about charging stations. We've verified that LOW mode is the most efficient and now we only drive in LOW mode.  I don't see any disadvantages in performance.  And, I can still say that the more we drive it, the more we love this car!  My next blog post on the Bolt will likely be this summer after we do a trip to Oregon and back.

Actually, I did another post on the Bolt and Charging stations:

Can a #BoltEV be your Primary Vehicle?​