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Private Tour Photos Mauna Loa Observatory Hawai’i
For years I have wanted to tour the Mauna Loa Observatory and yesterday we finally had the chance. Although not really open to the public, it is possible to request a private tour, which we arranged several weeks prior to coming to Hawaii. The Mauna Loa Observatory is one of 6 atmospheric baseline stations under the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA). I should point out that President Trump wants to cut funding by 30% to this important federal organization. Probably because it is based in science, which our President does not believe is real.
You might ask what do they do at the Mauna Loa Observatory? They monitor and record atmospheric changes through constant measurements of greenhouse gases, which include carbon dioxide, aerosols, nitrous oxide, stratospheric ozone, solar radiation, among other compounds. The chart that tracks annual carbon dioxide in our atmosphere begins in the 1950s, with a line that starts at the left and rises to the right at slightly more than a 45-degree angle. Which is disturbing.
Are you aware that the ozone layer still has a giant hole in it at the South Pole? It can fix itself if we stop contributing to releasing CFCs. The Montreal Protocol in 1987 banned things like aerosol propellants, i.e. shaving cream and hairspray, to try to stop the destruction.
They do more cool things at the Mauna Loa Observatory, too. In addition to studying carbon cycles, there are different groups who study stuff like ozone, solar radiation, aerosol and halocarbons.
We got to enter the small observatory dome on the premises. Aidan Colton, an atmospheric scientist on staff at the Mauna Loa Observatory and tour coordinator, manually rotated the dome. He showed us how the opening can be controlled manually as well. Across the way is the microwave antennae facing Mauna Kea. It was a strange feeling to be above the clouds yet attached to earth.
Let me tell you, if you decide to take this tour, forget what you have heard about the Mauna Loa Observatory Road. It is completely paved. Sure, you’ve got your death markers every few miles or so for people who met their fate driving faster than 20 MPH or skateboarding down the road, hard to say. It features blind curves as well, which adds to the excitement and adventure of getting to your destination. It’s the journey.
The elevation at Mauna Loa Observatory exceeds 11,000 feet. Some people can get altitude sickness. A smart person noted elevation marks on the road’s pavement. The elevation changes are evident in the landscaping, like mini climates on some of the Galapagos Islands. It’s hard not to notice different climate zones as you climb. First, there is vegetation and trees. Then different layers from various eruptions. Mauna Loa, the largest volcano in the world, has erupted 33 times that we know of, the last time in 1984.
Noting the various lava flows is fascinating. I began to think of the structure and integrity as food. Some flows are reminiscent of brown sugar. Another area looked like dark chocolate chunks, followed by semi-sweet mini pieces of chocolate. As though a giant Caterpillar backhoe dug up nature except the earth herself created this. Pseudo Irish Burren. Red sugar sprinkles over white bark candy. It’s absolutely gorgeous, still, pristine, not a sound but the wind, the sort of experience that can make one choke up in the presence of its raw beauty.
Below are many photos of our journey to visit Mauna Loa Observatory. I hope you enjoy them. And, my commercial, if you’re ever in need of a Sacramento Realtor, I am a top producer who consistently ranks among the top 10 agents in town with 43 years in the business. Call Elizabeth Weintraub at 916.233.6759, Lyon Real Estate.
Photos and Reasons for the Sacramento Women’s March
The Sacramento Women’s March on Saturday was very well organized, peaceful and it brought floods of memories back to me about previous marches from days gone by in Washington, D.C. My husband had been joking about whether I had a bandana to wear in place of a tear-gas mask when we left our home in Land Park to walk over to Southside Park for the start of the march. It wasn’t odd because I was tear gassed in a march against the Vietnam War in Washington, D.C. in October of 1969.
It was my senior year in high school, yet I hitchhiked with two friends across the country to participate in that march against the war. It was one of those things you just feel compelled to do. Toward the end of the rallies, tear gas was everywhere, and we frantically had our thumbs out to catch a ride. A car stopped and my friend, Gary Joyner, whom we used to call Big Al after the guy on Laugh-In, poked his head inside and politely asked the driver if he was heading west.
My eyes were watering from the tear gas. It doesn’t matter which way he’s driving, I yelled, and pushed Big Al into the car, followed by my friend Laurie, and we sat squashed in the back of this cramped VW bug all the way to Philadelphia. I didn’t go back to another march on Washington until 1986 when I joined my mother and friends for a massive N.O.W. pro-choice rally. That means it’s been 30 years since I attended a march.
Now, I know people who might ask why did 20,000 women, men and children participate in the Sacramento Women’s March yesterday? What did they hope to accomplish because, you know, the election is over. These people don’t want to talk about politics anymore. But the thing is this is not politics, not really. This is simply human rights. It’s about sharing our hearts and furthering common decency. About protecting our earth, each other, and staying true to our core values. Never before in the life have I felt that my personal core values had come close to shattering.
This is not politics.
It’s not sour grapes. We refuse to live in fear or hate. We choose love, laughter and harmony.
This Sacramento Realtor and her husband participated in the Sacramento Women’s March because we are human beings. Sure, I’m a woman and he’s a Jew; we’ve both been marginalized, attacked and our rights are in danger, but so are the rights of millions and millions of other people, co-workers, friends, associates, family members, and marching is a statement.
The Sacramento Women’s March was a way to show solidarity and stand up for justice. To put the world on notice we are not slinking away and will fight if it becomes necessary. We are part of the solution and hope for the future. We are not the problem. We are America. This is what democracy looks like. I’m so glad that I went.
We heard from our mayor, Darrell Steinberg, State Comptroller Betty Yee, Legislators Angelique Ashby, Kevin McCarty, among others. A comment that struck home with me was when Betty Yee paraphrased one of the signs that read I can’t believe we’re still protesting this shit. Yeah, stuff I protested 50 years ago needs louder voices again. I can’t believe it, either. We will stand up to racists, we will fight for equality for women, immigrant rights, healthcare for everyone, clean water and air, our Constitution, and probably punch a few Nazis along the way.
Below are more photos from the Sacramento Women’s March I hope you will enjoy: