FacebookTwitterLinkedInEmailPrint分享Greentech Media:Big things are happening in California this week. In the political sphere, Gov. Gavin Newsom is invoking the powers of a “nation-state” to provide life-saving medical supplies that the federal government isn’t. In the power sector, another 100 megawatt battery just got contracted to support the grid near Los Angeles.Clean Power Alliance, a local power purchasing authority or “community choice aggregator” for 1 million customer accounts in the greater L.A. region, signed the deal with independent power producer sPower Thursday. The signing ceremony took place over GoToMeeting video chat, because it’s April 2020.This marks the first battery deal for Clean Power Alliance. It’s also the first time a CCA, a relatively new structure in the California power scene, enters the rarefied “100 Megawatt Club.” That’s equivalent to the largest battery in the world by megawatt capacity — the Tesla-supplied Hornsdale plant in South Australia — though Clean Power Alliance’s project will have considerably longer duration, at 400 megawatt-hours.sPower will own and operate the Luna Storage facility. It will build the $100 million project with union labor in Lancaster, at the northern edge of Los Angeles County, a little over an hour drive from downtown L.A. in the rare event that the 101 and the 5 have emptied due to a general cessation of civic life.Southern California’s grid has become a hotspot for very large batteries stepping in to provide grid capacity. The region holds considerable amounts of renewable energy production, but also a large number of coastal gas plants that face impending retirement due to an environmental regulation.The goal with Luna, said CPA Executive Director Ted Bardacke, is to finish it quickly to show California grid operators, regulators and utilities that battery plants can reliably take over the peak power role from gas peakers.[Julian Spector]More: California gets another 100MW battery project, as competition with gas peakers heats up New California battery storage project aims to cut need for gas peaking plants
A swimmer leaves the James River and heads for the bike leg of last year’s Rocketts Landing Triathlon in Richmond. Photo: Richmond MultisportsReady to complete the racing trifecta? This summer the South is loaded with triathlons of all distances—from fast sprints to the long slog of the mighty Ironman.Rocketts Landing Triathlon Richmond, Va. • July 24 Racers traverse the best of Richmond with a 1,500-meter swim in the James River, followed by a rolling 40K bike ride on the rural roads of Henrico Country, and finishing with a 10K through downtown.Charlottesville Off-Road Sprint Triathlon Charlottesville, Va. • July 24 If your racing preferences eschew concrete, try this off-road triathlon at the idyllic Walnut Creek Park, located in Charlottesville’s forested outskirts. After a 750-meter open-water swim in the cool waters of the park’s lake, the course’s 15.5-mile bike ride and 5K trail run will weave through dense woods on well-maintained singletrack with relatively mellow grades.XTERRA Panther Creek Morristown, Tenn • July 31 XTERRA hosts a series of rugged off-road triathlons around the country with 65 races in 35 states. Avid racers earn points as they compete for an invite to the XTERRA USA Championships in Utah. One of the South’s toughest trail triathlons takes place in the Smoky Mountain terrain of East Tennessee’s Panther Creek State Park. After an 800-meter swim in Cherokee Lake, racers complete a 15-mile mountain bike ride and a 4.5-mile trail run.Paris Mountain Triathlon Greenville, S.C. • August 6 This rugged race at Paris Mountain State Park in the South Carolina Upstate was rescheduled from early spring, so sweltering summer temps could be an additional challenge. Besides the heat, racers will contend with the brutal climb of Paris Mountain (over 1,000 feet in a little over two miles), both during the five-mile run and the 20-mile bike ride on the surrounding hilly roads. This is the same climb elite cyclists tackle every year at the U.S. Professional Cycling Championships. The most refreshing part of this race comes early in the 500-meter swim in Lake Placid’s cool and clear spring-fed waters.Ironman Louisville Louisville, Ky. • August 28 Completing the full monty is no small feat: swimming 2.4 miles, biking 112, and running a marathon (26.2 miles). The only full Ironman in the South takes place around Louisville’s scenic waterfront with a point-to-point swim in the Ohio River and running and biking past popular landmarks like Churchill Downs and Louisville Slugger Field. 1 2
Summer legs are growing.It didn’t seem like it could happen, but there I was cranking up Hazzard Street in my middle ring as if I never really remembered it being so short. Then I found myself in the big ring climbing Old 70. I swear I’m usually suffering in the tiny ring going nearly backwards at just the thought of the upcoming hill.It’s not that I’m in top shape or anything, but that I’m paying attention to the little changes as they occur. It’s definitely encouraging. Especially since I haven’t had that luxury in five years, but instead struggled to maintain a base level of fitness. There’s no telling if I will have the opportunity to keep it going – what next week’s drama will unfold to be.I want to say it’s the new shorts, or the tune-up, or the running, but really I think it’s from riding my bike, and losing five pounds. It’s amazing to me how five pounds can really make a difference. The next time you’re in the grocery store, pick up five pounds of ground beef and imagine having that hanging somewhere on your body, stressing your cardio system and joints.It’s possible that exercising caused me to both lose five pounds as well as get stronger. It’s also possible that only riding bikes makes you stronger riding bikes. While consistent cross-training allows the body to respond quicker to any training, there is little that replicates spinning wheels up a steep-ass hill if you want to get better at spinning wheels up a steep-ass hill.I’m also beginning to believe the hooplah about gluten and sugar. I’m not sure which is worse, because I can’t seem to quit drinking beer. By the way, I asked my skinny girlfriend how she stays so skinny during her bouts off of the bike. She peered at my love handles and said, “I don’t really drink all that much beer.” Ouch! We laughed.Anyway, I’ve watched friends and massage clients cut the gluten and sugar and entirely resolve inflammation, high blood pressure, and cholesterol. My aching shoulders and left wrist are desperate for something so I’m willing to try. I’ve cut back a lot, trying to eat only fresh produce and lean proteins. Processed foods are poison. Really yummy poison. Well, I can’t seem to back off of the bacon either. I mean…come on. Bacon-flavored mints just weren’t cutting it.Although I haven’t cut gluten and sugar out entirely, I did a bit of a test. I went for three days eating out of my kids’ Easter baskets and feasting on garlic bread and birthday cake. I truly felt like crap for two days. My focus was off, I was testy, and I had less energy. That being said, I also believe that had I had the opportunity to run or ride, I would have burned much of that out of my system quicker. I also think some of that is helpful during, or directly after, prolonged cardio sessions when the body will still be burning. I’m not saying it’s any better for you, but it’s definitely burned off and flushed out quicker. It gives a quick burst, rather than a lasting one, which is why I think whole grains are an important part of the recipe for a happy body. Beyond the nutrients, they nurture a slow-burning engine.I will keep trying different combinations, because as my father so blatantly put it, “You are middle-aged, you know.”Click here for more Spinning My Wheels from Bettina!
We ventured to Snowshoe Resort recently, and here is a video of our weekend. Enjoy!BRO SnowshoeWeekend from Summit Publishing on Vimeo.
After a daylong hike in Shenandoah National Park, our Boy Scout troop huddled in the November cold around a one-pot jambalaya bubbling on a camp stove. The scouts traded favorite horror stories from the hike, which featured 16 stream crossings, not all successful. My son Daniel, though, sat off to the side on a camp stool. I normally try to prompt conversation with him after an outing, but held off this time. He had had a difficult day and I wanted to allow some time to soften the rough edges. But one of the adults in our group, John, looked over and asked, “So, Daniel, how did you like the hike?”I winced. “I was going to wait a bit to ask him,” I said. “He was a little cranky the last mile or so.”John shrugged, and chuckled, “I was, too.”We all had been. But the rest of us could laugh about it now.Daniel wasn’t the only one in our group to get sore legs or wet feet that day. But he understood the least that it was part of hiking and would be a learning experience, even a funny story, once he was wearing dry socks and enjoying a hot meal.What makes an experience like that different for Daniel, now 15, is that he has autism. Autism covers a wide band of social, communication, and learning disorders. In Daniel’s case, one of the manifestations is living in the here and now, with little foresight into outcomes, good or bad. That’s one of many symptoms of Daniel’s autism that I hope experience in the outdoors will moderate.For many reasons related to his autism, Daniel isn’t one to go outside and play with his friends – and reap all the related mental and physical development. His communications skills are poor – he usually has to be prompted before he’ll say anything, and then it’s usually two- or three-word blurts.My wife, June, and I signed Daniel up for Boy Scouts when he was 11. He took to camping right away, but hiking was something else. We started with some low-level 5-milers – sneakers, no packs, but he dragged. He didn’t seem to understand that the slower you go, the longer it takes.So why sign him up for a 10-mile hike involving more than a dozen stream crossings? To get him outside in the crisp mountain air, to help build his coordination and motor skills, and to engage in the teamwork and camaraderie that goes with backpacking.Our hike had sounded like a picnic-basket stroll; the trail is called Jeremy’s Run. A trailhead off the Blue Ridge Parkway leads to Neighbor Mountain, then down a steep switchback to Jeremy’s Run. You follow the stream for about six miles as it curves around the base of Knob Mountain, then ascend back to the parkway. Trail guides mention 14 stream crossings, but friends who had hiked it before remembered only stepping across a small creek a few times.Once on the trail in the early morning, our crew of eight scouts and four adults made good time tumbling down the switchback to the stream before we stopped for a late-morning lunch on an outcrop of large rocks. When the trail seemed to dead-end at the stream, we looked for a blaze on the far side, picked out the best stepping stones to cross, and continued up the trail.But the crossings seemed to get a little more complicated as we progressed. Maybe our energy was waning, or our patience. Maybe a rain a couple days before filled Jeremy’s Run above its normal level. At some crossings, stepping stones were underwater and we walked up and down the bank looking for a better crossing or a downed tree reaching across.After a few successful crossings, one scout slipped off a damp, mossy rock, his foot plunking into chilly, calf-deep water that filled his boot. Dry socks came out of a pack. Each crossing seemed more challenging than the one before, and more scouts felt the stinging chill of late-autumn water in their boots.Eventually, Daniel slipped. Once he got to the far bank, I felt inside his boot and his wool socks were still dry. We pushed on. At the next crossing, it was my turn. My boot slipped and I cringed at the cold water rushing into my boot. At the next crossing, Daniel slipped again. And so did I. And so did another scout. Daniel became more careful with each crossing.Finally, after the last crossing and a dozen or more wet boots, the trail began to turn away from Jeremy’s Run and rise toward the trailhead.The sun was dropping fast, taking with it what little afternoon warmth we had. We trudged up the hill with squishy boots and sore legs. We couldn’t get up soon enough for Daniel, though. His sunny morning mood was shot. He nagged, “Go back to the car.” He tugged on my pack. He tried to sit down on the trail. He wouldn’t believe that we were nearing the end, not until we reached the end.That night, I never did get around to asking Daniel how he felt about the hike. A couple days later, though, he was out with his mother when a sudden chilly breeze stirred up memories of Jeremy’s Run. Unprompted, he said to June, “Cold. I had fun at the hiking … camping … sleeping in the tent. Cold. Water. Wet. Water. Fall.”Which, to me, pretty much summed up a great hike.
I dropped my left edge and raised the right. Swift current from upstream piled under my boat shooting me quickly into the main flow. I had time to take two paddle strokes before the bow of my kayak sunk devastatingly into one of the most powerful, river-wide holes I have ever dropped into. I was unable to gain enough momentum peeling out of the eddy. The foam pile behind the hole, like a sledgehammer to the chest, stopped me dead in my tracks. The stern of my boat dropped deep into the hole behind me. I was along for the ride now. My boat looped backwards twice, each time I took a huge breath before reentering the swirly water. I rolled up still helplessly stuck in the hole.Quickly, before I could wipe the water from my waterlogged eyes, the upstream current caught my edge and sent me under once again. I reached as deep as I could with my paddle hoping the current along the bottom would rip my boat and body from the hole. No go. Water was pounding down on the bottom of my boat. It wasn’t the first time I had been stuck in a hole, so I relaxed. I set up to roll, remembering the calmer I remained, the better my roll would be. I went for it again, I was tired. My lungs screamed for oxygen. Fail. I knew the inevitable was near. I set up one more time, this time the water shot my boat against the river right wall. The hit against the wall was so hard it dented the front of my Dagger Nomad and jolted my body. There was nothing I could do. I was pinned against the wall, upside down, with the majority of the river pounding down on me. I let go of my paddle, reached for the pull loop on my skirt, something in my 6 years of whitewater boating I have never had to reach for, and swam.Somewhat disoriented, in the back of my head I remembered the significant hole that was waiting for me downstream. The river constricted between two rocks known as the Goal Posts. The hole that formed was infamous for recirculating bodies. I had to get out. The water forced my body in multiple positions. The splashing water left me unable to see. I lunged for the side. The slippery rocks were hard to grab. Finally, right before I slid down between the Goal Posts a tortoise shell-like rock caught my eye. I grabbed it and pulled myself out. I was exhausted. Beat up. My right leg had received such a blow it made it hard to walk from the water. The torn knuckle on my thumb sent blood running down my arm. I could feel substantial pain coming from my left butt cheek.I scurried up the bank. Our friend Quinn, the person I was boating with, went for my boat. My paddle was gone. He made an attempt but the water was so swift and so restricted there was no way he could safely rescue the boat. He was floating backwards trying to position the kayak to make the rescue, but flipped over, caught off guard by one of the holes below. He was able to roll back up. My kayak was gone, out of my sight. Quinn came running upstream to make sure I was okay. We climbed a bit higher on the bank. I took my helmet off and just sat on the ground. From our vantage point now we could see the boat. It was pinned on the river right side of the creek, opposite where we were. Both bow and stern were pinned. My boat was locked there.There was nothing we could do. Quinn put in up stream to try and catch the eddy my boat was creating and dislodge it. He couldn’t budge it. The situation was unsafe for two people to try and tackle. Quinn was late for work. Apologetically he headed for his car and headed back to Denver. He yelled out the window of his truck, “Welcome to Colorado!” Before he left he put a post up on the Front Range Kayakers Facebook page letting local folks know there was a boat loose on Clear Creek. Turns out I wasn’t the only person who lost a boat that day. The water was rising so quickly it seemed to have caused problems for many folks that day.I still didn’t have my boat. I was pissed at myself for swimming where I did and even doubted why I was out there in the first place. The thing that was heavily wearing on me was the fact that, that same day, I had already paddled the run and with no complications. I had paddled more substantial whitewater in the past and couldn’t for the life of me figure out where I went wrong. For every bit the river beat me up, I mentally beat myself up 10 times that. I had to just get over the fact that I could potentially lose my boat. Like Quinn, I too, had work obligations that day and was pressed for time. I said good-bye to my kayak and left. Jess drove the van. I sat silent in the passenger seat.About a mile downstream I spotted three other kayakers packing up their gear on the side of the road. We stopped. I got out and approached them. “Any chance you all could help me get my pinned boat unpinned?” I asked, partially rushed. Like most kayakers, they were eager to give me a hand. We now had the proper number of people to safely remove the boat. Accessing our throw ropes, slings, and carabiners we headed back to the water’s edge to formulate a plan. As the plan took shape and we started to stage the rescue, one of the guys that agreed to help actually jumped into the water, dislodged my boat, and was now himself in need of a rescue. I threw a line to him as Jess and the other two guys ran alongside the water tracking down the loose kayak. I was able to safely get the swimmer out of the water, but he too was beat up by the pounding water and jagged rocks.“What a shit show,” I angrily said to Jess. My boat was caught in a low head dam now, being recirculated. There was absolutely nothing anybody could do to get it out. We’d now have to leave and wait for the levels to go up in hopes the boat would flush and still be in one piece. Between the stress of the swim, losing my boat, and having to save my help, I was at a low point . I made sure all the members of their crew were okay and left. For the rest of the day I wore the incident quite heavily. I felt completely out of place, like I didn’t belong paddling. I know everybody swims, but it was the compilation of the swim and the lost boat that I couldn’t get over. The day ended silently. Jess knew I was upset.Two days later, miraculously my boat was back in my hands. Though it was significantly beat up it was still in one piece. The Front Range Kayakers managed to rally significantly in an effort to get my boat out of Clear Creek. I let the sun do its magic on the large dents and rebuilt some of the outfitting. The next time I got back in the boat the very guys who taught me how to kayak accompanied me. On their way back to Virginia from a boating trip they took in Idaho they met with us in Buena Vista, CO. We paddled the Numbers section of the Arkansas River and like the swim never happened I was feeling awesome catching eddies and smashing through holes again. Kayaking is as much mental as it is physical. I shouldn’t forget we are all in between swims.
The water might be temporarily low, but the stoke is always high in the Colorado whitewater community. The 15th annual Gunnison River Festival was a gathering of the tribe. Self-described river rats and whitewater lovers gathered on the banks of the Gunnison River to soak up the sun, meet new friends, and enjoy all of the classic whitewater events that we’ve come to love. From the canine big air to the inflatable rodeo to the hooligan race, the Gunnison River Festival provided an excellent atmosphere to relax and enjoy the water.Rolling into Gunnison, Colorado was a welcome change of pace. Prior to this weekend, we took advantage of a few days off and spent some time exploring the desert outside Taos, New Mexico. We hiked to the highest point in New Mexico (Wheeler Peak), enjoyed an absolutely amazing natural hot spring on the banks of the Rio Grande, and we even spent a fancy night in an Earthship. It was beautiful but we’re sure this comes as no surprise… It was HOT. Gunnison, Colorado, however, was a delightful temperature. Warm sunshine and a nice cool mountain breeze made for a wonderful Saturday by the river.Local and regional vendors lined the banks at the Gunnison Whitewater Park selling handmade goods, handing out magazines 🙂 and educating the public about river health and longevity. It’s always fun to see a community rally around a body of water. There was an area for kids where they could learn about how waterways work and how to keep them healthy. The event concluded with a community block party featuring all the good stuff. Live music, food, and beer from Upslope Brewing.After a relaxing day by the river, we packed up and headed to the hills! We never pass up a chance to spend some time in Crested Butte. After a long hike to Copper Lake, it’s time sit in the shade and get a little work done. Next up we’re heading to Ridgeway, Colorado for 11th annual Ridgeway River Fest. We’ll see you there!There is one way for this tour to be a reality, our sponsors! Sending a thank you shout out to our title sponsor Nite Ize, and all of our other awesome sponsors that make this happen: Crazy Creek, National Geographic, Sea to Summit, Mountain House, Lowe Alpine, Old Town, Leki, HydraPak, UCO Gear and Wenzel. If you like the gear that keeps us groovin’ click here to enter for a chance to win.
By Dialogo August 02, 2011 In the Noble Hall of the Palácio do Planalto, Brazilian President Dilma Rousseff welcomed approximately 70 medal-winning athletes from the 5th Military World Games – Rio 2011. Defense Minister Nelson Jobim also participated in the event. During the reception, President Rousseff made a point of personally greeting each of the athletes and highlighted the unprecedented first-place showing by the Brazilians during the competition. “You gave your country an example of perseverance and success,” the president said. President Rousseff also congratulated the defense minister and the Armed Forces for the quality of the organization of the Games and stated that this is an important moment in Brazilian history. According to the president, helping athletes is part of Brazil’s mission. She also affirmed that the success of the Rio 2011 Games proves that the country is prepared for the upcoming sports events. “We can indeed put on both a good World Cup and good Olympic Games.” In the name of the medal winners, Air Force Capt. Eduardo Utzig da Silva, a gold medalist in the pentathlon, expressed the athletes’ thanks for the support provided by the government. President Rousseff was presented with a picture showing the gold, silver, and bronze medals and the commemorative coin of the 5th Military World Games. The commanders of the three branches of the Armed Forces and the military authorities who were part of the organizing committee of the Games were also present at the event.
On July 18, during a visit to Lima, Guatemalan Foreign Minister Harold Caballeros said that his country seeks to reinforce trade ties with Peru in order to promote investment and highlighted the two countries’ mutual cooperation in the fight against drug trafficking in Latin America. “Guatemala’s commercial sector has a positive view of the economic evolution of Peru, one of Latin America’s most dynamic economics,” Caballeros said after meeting with Peruvian businesspeople to talk about commercial exchange. “We have a wide-ranging business portfolio in front of us. I encourage you to join us in establishing alliances that can enable us to get to know the opportunities for investment to develop business proposals based on quality, innovation, and competitiveness,” the Guatemalan foreign minister said. Peru has a particular interest in intensifying its trade relations with Latin American countries in view of the difficulties confronting its partners in Europe and the United States, according to that country’s trade minister, José Silva. Separately, Caballeros and his Peruvian counterpart, Rafael Roncagliolo, signed a declaration ratifying their concern about the serious threat posed by illicit drug trafficking and transnational organized crime. In the document, both foreign ministers stressed their commitment to consolidating South America as a region of peace, free from anti-personnel mines. The two countries increased their cooperation in October 2011, when they agreed to exchange information about the anti-drug fight and drug trafficking in the region. With regard to trade, Peru and Guatemala signed a Free Trade Agreement (FTA) in December that is supposed to contribute to strengthening the economies of the two countries in the face of potential international crises. The FTA allows more than 5,000 products tariff-free access to the two markets, as well as providing facilities for the temporary entry of businesspeople and investors. By Dialogo July 20, 2012
By Dialogo August 10, 2012 LONDON – Here’s what you might have missed in recent Olympic action: Colombia’s women’s freestyle wrestling: Jackeline Rentería claimed her second straight Olympic bronze medal when she beat Ukraine’s Tetyana Lazareva, 3-1, in the 55-kilogram (121-pound) final. Colombia has claimed six medals during the London Games, its most successful summer Olympics ever. Men’s canoe: In the C2 1,000-meter race, Cuba’s team of Serguey Torres Madrigal and José Carlos Bulnes finished sixth in 3:42.357 and Brazil’s Ronilson Oliveira and Erlon de Souza Silva were 10th in 3:41.484. Germany’s Peter Kretschmer and Kurt Kuschela claimed the gold in 3:33.804. Women’s diving: Mexico’s Paola Espinosa finished sixth with 356.20 points in the 10-meter platform competition. China’s Ruolin Chen won gold with 422.30 points, followed by Australia’s Brittany Broben (366.50) and Malaysia’s Pandelela Rinong (359.20). Here’s what you should keep an eye on Aug. 11: Men’s soccer: Brazil and Mexico will play for what will be either country’s first gold medal in men’s soccer when they meet at Wembley Stadium. Brazil, which is coming off a 3-0 win over South Korea, claimed two silver and two bronze medals in its Olympic history. Meantime, Mexico, which defeated Japan 3-1 in the semifinals, is guaranteed of its first Olympic medal. Women’s indoor volleyball: Brazil faces the United States in the gold medal match after thrashing Japan in the semifinals, 3-0. The United States, which has yet to lose a match at the London Games, drilled South Korea 3-0 in their semifinal. The Americans beat Brazil during pool play, 3-1.