I just got back from Canada and I already know where my next ride is going to take me. Either before our "big ride" or after I am returning to where I spent many a day as a youth; up in northern Canada on the Bruce Peninsula where Lake Huron meets Georgian Bay. We were up there this weekend for a memorial service and had the opportunity to drive further north and see the land of my mis-spent youth. It's as pretty and unspoiled as I remember it with little or no change. The biggest addition up there are the large "wind farms" with the biggest windmills I have ever seen. I guess the Canadians have embraced wind energy and the corn and bean fields are full of them generating electricity for the farming communities. Surprisingly I did not find them offensive or a blot on the scenery. They were actually kind of mystical and I can envision a Rod Serling episode of "Twilight Zone" where they would move about the landscape, but that's a story for another time. I'm getting punchy and ready to make our ride as quickly as possible. This is going to be a long winter of waiting, planning and dreaming.
Cheers,
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>>The biggest addition up there are the large "wind farms" with the biggest windmills I have ever seen<<
ReplyDeletethe props on those things necessarily are of variable-pitch construction, in order to regularize power production and subsequent transmission to the grid. You ought to *see* the gear boxes in them. Enough to set an old A-ganger's (you should excuse the expression) heart to going pitty-pat.
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