There were other water lessons from cavemen, Chinese storytellers, pirates, and Lewis & Clark!

The stitches in his crotch don't bother him nearly as much as the bandages on his feet. Sometimes he has to wear the cone of shame. We're not supposed to let the bandages get wet, either from licking or from water outside. Anne has been good about wrapping his feet in sandwich baggies with rubber bands when going for a walk:

I took him for a walk (without baggies) and one of the neighbors said, "Ah... now I see. you had his claws removed? I thought maybe he just didn't like getting his feet wet?"

So: (a) its surprising how many people don't know about dewclaws, and (b) that someone would think its normal to remove all a dog's claws, and (c) what kind of dog cares about its feet getting wet!?

As it turns out, we all got to go there the next evening. The meeting sponsor arranged for a social event at Grouse Mountain. The mountain is serviced by two large gondolas which take you to the lodge and base of the ski hill. I was a little surprised to see people still skiing and boarding this late.

In addition to a nice buffet dinner, we were also entertained by the lovely barn owl below, and some "lumberjacks" playing with axes and chainsaws.

There was a very nice sunset, but no where to stand that didn't include the gondola wires in the shot.

I brought my tripod along, eager to see if I could get a nice picture of the city from up high. It was a little difficult due to the trees near the lodge.

Can you see the yellow things in the lower right corner? Those are apparently large piles of sulfur waiting to be shipped out.

There were no events planned for Tuesday, so I convinced my colleagues Jacques and Casey that we should go get some pizza. We asked the Internet for a recommendation and ended up at a great quirky place nearby.

He was advertized as a 7-month old Chihuahua and Yorkshire Terrier mix. We now believe he is a 4-month old Chihuahua and some other kind of Terrier mix.

He's pretty shy and easily frightened by strange sounds, such as the pheasants in the back yard.

Colin was allowed to choose his name, and being way into Garfield comics these days, the choice was obvious. I also consider this my punishment for being away on a business trip. But he's a good boy and so far working out just fine!

My total time in Paris was about 40 hours. After a late lunch on Saturday, we decided to walk 30 minutes to the main attraction: the Eiffel Tower. The picture below is from the spot where we first could see the whole thing.

Here's a close-up as we approached the base:

For some reason, I was not expecting so many people around the tower. There were huge lines waiting to take the elevators up. In the far distance, you can see a lot of people up on the edge of a plaza taking pictures. That is where I went the second night. On this night, we waited on the fenced-off grass.

This next picture was taken the next night from that plaza. It's a little nicer because of the reflecting pool and the higher up perspective. At the top of every hour they turn on the sparkling lights for five minutes. If I'd had a tripod, they would've made a great animated image. The searchlight at the top spins around sort of slowly.

I like the next picture, showing silhouettes of the other tourists. This was a 30-second exposure, and I got lucky most of them stood more-or-less still for that long.

The only other "sight" I saw was the Arc de Triomphe, an enormous monument to French wars. It sits at the center of a great roundabout. You have to walk under the street to get there. I'm pretty sure you're supposed to pay to visit it. However, I unintentionally snuck by going up the exit stairs.

We had nothing but good food in Paris. Lunch on Saturday was at a very nice Italian place with a friendly waiter. That night we took advantage of the hotel's dessert bar, which cost 11 Euro. The shocker, however, was learning that a small bottle of Coke costs 8 Euro at the hotel. That like $12 in American.

After meetings on Sunday, I had to wake up at 4AM to get to my 6:30AM flight from the Charles de Gaulle airport.

Turing is considered by many as the father of Computer Science. He invented the concepts of a stored program computer in the mid-1930's. He is also famous for playing a key role at Bletchley Park during WWII in breaking the codes used by the German military. I read his biography in my high school years.

Since this meeting wrapped up early, we had some free time on Friday. I found that Bletchley Park was not too far away (65 miles). We debated if we could get there and still have time to look around. By train would take 2 hours and was more expensive than expected. In a stroke of bravado, Matt decided he could handle driving on the wrong side of the road so we rented a car for the day.

Entrance to the museum where most exhibits are.

The Bletchley Park mansion. The estate was owned by a wealthy family before it was acquired by the U.K. government to house the code breakers. It is a mish-mash of architectural styles due to the tastes of its previous owner.

The story of code breaking at Bletchley Park focuses almost entirely on the Enigma machine. This machine, looking somewhat like a typewriter in a box, was used to encrypt and decrypt messages that would be transmitted via radio. It was invented in the 1930's and originally marketed to businesses, such as banks. It wasn't adopted much by business, but the German military purchased some 70,000 units.

An Enigma machine has a keyboard where the message is typed, a "plugboard" (covered by the front of the box, a number of "rotors," and a set of lamps arranged much like the keyboard. When a key is depressed it causes one of the lamps to light up and one of the rotors to turn. The encryption happens because the electric signals between the keyboard and lamps are scrambled by the plugboard and the rotors.

There are wires inside each rotor that accomplish the scrambling. In order to break the code, they had to figure out how they were wired inside, without being able to take it apart or even see one. Sometimes Enigma boxes were recovered from captured submarines, so that certainly helped.

Some Enigma's had 3 rotors and some had 4. When encoding (and decoding) a message, the operator set the rotors to a specific starting position. The starting position changed each day. So in order to break the codes they also had to determine these starting positions. When the code was broken they could then read all the messages for that day.

This pictures shows two reconstructed bombe machines, which Turing was instrumental in developing. The originals were destroyed after the war out of fear. One side of the bombe has an array of color-coded discs and the other side consists of long red cables (corresponding to the Engima's plugboard). This photo was taken in Hut 11, which at the time, housed 6 bombe machines. The walls and ceiling are two feet of concrete, designed to be bomb-proof. There were no windows then, and the hut became very hot and probably smelled like oil.

The bombes were designed to crank through potential rotor settings until they found one that might decode the message. Note that the Enigmas generally didn't have numbers on their keyboards, only letters. This fact was useful in breaking the codes because numbers were spelled out, and therefore often repeated and easier to identify.

The code breakers gave different color names to different codes used by the Germans. These may have been different Enigma machines or different protocols and settings. I'm not sure if these colored bombe rotors correspond to those different codes or not. In the reconstructed bombe machines, all rows have the same color.

The Germans also used an even more sophisticated encryption machine named Lorenz. In order to crack this, the code breakers built a semi-programmable computer, known as Colossus. The original Colossus was also destroyed, but has been reconstructed at Bletchley Park. This picture shows the paper punch tapes containing encrypted messages being processed by Colossus.

Above is Alan Turning's office in Hut 8. Given the state of decay of most things at Bletchley Park it is unlikely any of these items were actually used by Turing.

Above is a recreation of a "Y" station where German radio transmissions were intercepted and recorded. These were not located at Bletchley Park. For some time the encrypted messages were written on paper and couriered to Bletchley. Later they installed teleprinters between the sites.

This statue of Alan Turing with an Enigma machine (by Stephen Kettle) sits in the basement of the Block B museum and seems to be made of numerous flat stones.

Afterwards it was back to the fancy hotel for a very overpriced dinner. Yay!

Colin took a 1-hour private lesson. They started out on the rope-tow, and then (to my surprise) switched to the T-bar. I managed to fall while going up the T-bar. I scooched to the side and got this picture of Colin with his instructor going up the second time:

We were worried that the T-bar would be too difficult, especially without the ski instructor. Colin and I tried to go up together, but it didn't work. The bar was in the middle of his back and so we aborted that attempt. Next time, he and Mick went up together and made it all the way to the top. We were thrilled!

He and Mick made a few more attempts, but never made it to the top together again. Colin didn't give up. (Well, actually he did give up once and walked down the hill leaving me to carry his skis down the hill). But he was determined to conquer the T-bar. After lunch he and I went on it a few times. He went by himself and I by myself. We made it to the top four more times I think, with two attempts resulting in a midway crash.

Colin oscillated between the rope-tow and the T-bar. But that may have been just to get enough momentum to make it over to the T-bar queue. The rope was really heavy and wore a deep rut toward the end of the day that made it difficult to use.

Initially we thought that the boys would ski for half the day and tube for the other half. They did tube a little, but skiing was the favorite. We were so proud of our boys for sticking with it and having a great time skiiing!

I guess he was a little too into it. His first broken stick!

Right now I'm on my third trip of 2012 and I feel like doing a little documentary about it. I know there are few things in life more boring than other people's travel adventures. I'm going to write it all down anyway.

Day 1

This is a four-day trip to Reston. Usually I'd be gone for five days but Monday was a holiday this week, so I get a little break.

My previous trip got off to a bad start. I asked Colin if I should wake him up to say goodbye before I left. He said yes. But when that time came (about 5:45) he kept finding reasons for me to come back in his room. Then he got really sad. We had to wake up Anne so he could sleep in our bed the rest of the morning. I doubt either of them actually did.

This time I said that I wouldn't wake him up. That caused him to get sad the night before, rather than the morning of. I tried to put a positive spin on it, saying things like "Mommy will probably let you have more computer time while I'm gone." What a great message. I laid in bed with him and read "The Magic School Bus" until he fell asleep at 10:30.

Then I took care of some last minute things around the house and packed my backpack (computer, camera, books, etc). It was snowing and I worried that I'd have to clear off the driveway. I set the alarm for 4:30 and was in bed by about 11:30.

Colin woke me up at 3:50, worried that maybe I'd already left. He crawled in the bed but we didn't get any sleep for the next 40 minutes. When the alarm rang, he went back to his own bed while I got ready. The driveway snow was melting so I could've slept another 30 minutes I suppose. Instead I had a shower, breakfast, and tried to pack my clothes without waking up Anne.

I wrote a note for Colin and left it in his room. Also gave him a kiss on the forehead, which is probably what woke him up. We had a nice, solid goodbye hug and I think he wasn't too sad when I left at 5:50.

I generally have two choices when flying: leave from either Pullman or Spokane. Both are usually early morning departures. If it's to be Spokane, then I usually drive there the night before and get 4 or 5 hours sleep at a hotel by the airport. Leaving from Pullman is nice because it's close, but for a trip like this, it means I have a long layover in Seattle. Pullman can be iffy though, especially in the winter. I've had a number of trips scheduled from Pullman where I had to drive to Spokane anyway the morning of the flight. This time I chose Pullman.

The flight to Seattle was uneventful. Sometimes I enjoy trying to pick out landmarks (cities, rivers, mountains) from the air. This time I didn't have a window seat and it was cloudy anyway. I read a little and promptly fell asleep once airborne.

We arrived in Seattle at 8:00 am. My next flight, to Dulles, was leaving at 1:30, already 30 minutes later than originally scheduled. One nice thing about traveling for the company is they buy me a United Club pass. I checkin there and they tease me with the possibility of a first-class upgrade. I'm 5th on the list and there are 5 unclaimed seats, but (numero-logically suspicious) 5 hours to go before boarding.

One aspect of trips like this that I find annoying is meal planning. First class upgrades usually come with a meal. It would be a shame to eat just before boarding and then have to refuse a nice meal. And there is the time zone factor to consider. It will be 9pm when I arrive and really too late to have dinner. I decide my first class chances are poor and go get lunch about 11:00. My standard spot at the Seattle airport is the Asian joint in the food court. Orange chicken, rice, and root beer -- mmmmmmm.

Another annoyance is the boarding process. Almost always there is a crowd of people jockeying for position. Gotta be first when your it's your turn, or the luggage bins might be full. I have the "Premier Exec" status on United, which means I usually get to to in the second group, after the first-classers. And global service. And active military. And families with kids. And platinum elite. And anyone else needing a little extra time down the jetway.

But honestly, I have nothing to complain about. I just find it stressful when we're all standing around trying to find out who can go before who and trying not to be in anyone's way.

As I'm making my way toward my seat (11A) I see that my row-mates are already there. It's a mother and her young daughter. I point that I need to get past them to the window seat and she asks would I mind letting her daughter have the window. I agree, of course, but for some reason I'm bitter about it. And I try to justify my bitterness. Is it because I'm being sexist and I don't think little girls appreciate sitting by the window as much as little boys do? Is it because I just know that she (and her Mom) will have to get up and pee at least twice during the flight, whereas I, on more than one occasion, sat through much longer flights without peeing for fear of disturbing my neighbor? Is it because I hate being constantly bumped by people and carts in the aisle? I'm bitter than she even asked because how can you possibly refuse such a benign request. Eventually I convince myself that it probably wasn't really about the daughter looking out the window, but the Mom just didn't want the daughter sitting in the middle (next to me) or on the aisle. Better to corral her in the window seat.

Soon none of that matters because our plane has some broken equipment and isn't able to leave until the spare part arrives. The attendant jokes that of course, our Airbus-made plane would break down in a Boeing town. The nearest spare part is in San Francisco and will arrive in two and a half hours. The new departure time is 4:30 and we all unload.

I head back to the club lounge and settle in again, hopeful that maybe the first class people are in a hurry and will make other plans and that will free up some seats and I'll get an upgrade to make the delay worth while. No such luck.

The flight re-boards at 4:00 or so. I've been at the Seattle airport for 8 hours by now. Four and a half hour flight to Dulles, scheduled to land at midnight. This time I get to row 11 before Mom and daughter. Maybe they took a different flight or chose to spend the night in Seattle rather than Dulles? No such luck. They show up eventually and, of course, still want the window seat. It's theirs.

The spare part arrives and we're able to take off shortly after 4:30. I read a little and start to fall asleep. But I'm worried I'll miss the chance to eat, so I don't.

One of my favorite things about United is listening to the air traffic controllers. I just find it fascinating. I'm always bummed when it's not available, as was the case on this flight. There are lots of in the nearby seats so the wearing of headphones is required. The in-flight movie is The Big Year. It's decent.

Food choices on this flight are pretty much limited to snack boxes. So my dinner this day consists of chips, salsa, trail mix, chocolate-covered pretzel, granola bar, and a coke. About $7.50. The machine doesn't like my company credit card but is happy with my personal card. It turns out I was lucky to even get a snack box -- they didn't have enough for everyone on the flight.

As predicted Mom and daughter get out twice to use the loo. I'm bothered by the man behind me kicking the seat from time to time. Tapping his foot to music perhaps? I break out the laptop to review my slides for tomorrow's presentation. The flight lands very close to midnight. Its a dreary walk through the dreary deserted Dulles airport. I'm the only one on the Hertz shuttle. At least they have a car for me this time. I hook up the GPS and enter the Hotel's coordinates.

The checkin lady gives me a choice: king bed in handicapped room or a room with two beds. For some reason I chose the king. I'm checked in by 1:00 AM and in bed by 1:30, but not particularly sleepy so I watch a Bill and Hillary documentary until about 2:30. The alarm is set for 7:00 so I can walk over to the office by 8:00 and have time to prepare for the 8:30 meeting where I will give a presentation.

Day 2

I get to the office and find my new cube, which doesn't have a chair for me to sit in. Borrow a chair and submit a request online for a chair in my cube, please. We go downstairs for the meeting breakfast and I learn that I'll be up at 9:45, which is good. I have time to go through the presentation again. A chair arrived while I was gone.

Gave the presentation and it went really well, except that we sort of ran out of time and I rushed through the last few slides, stumbling over some words. Overall very good. Had lunch at the cafeteria with a coworker and spent the rest of the day doing normal work stuff.

After work I walked back to the hotel and then drove to Barnes and Noble to load up on books. Spent about two hours looking at books for Colin and myself. For Colin: A Wrinkle In Time, Guys Read Funny Business (short stories), a Phineas and Ferb, and a 39 Clues. Also some "archival quality" coin books where you collect all 50 state quarters. For me: a heavy book about photography. For Mom: oven mitts from William Sonoma. After shopping, dinner by myself at a great sandwich place called Potbelly.

Day 3

Today I am meeting a coworker at the building where our computers live. We're going to try to turn two crummy file servers into one good one. We're not meeting until 9:00 so I sleep in a little. I leave the hotel to get breakfast at Starbucks. I enjoy their surprised looks when I don't order any coffee. For some reason I cannot find Starbucks so I get a muffin and OJ at Panera, which was right next to the hotel.

I'm late for my 9:00 appointment. We encounter a number of problems with the server merge and get bogged down talking about future space needs. I leave without getting the server working to meet my boss for lunch. Its a nice day so we walk to a nearby sandwich place.

The afternoon is normal work stuff. Meetings, email, a little coding, and chit-chat with coworkers I rarely get to see in person.

But I'm really looking forward to 5:00 because the company has an informal group discussion for people interested in photography and we have decided to try monthly meetings to ask questions, share ideas, and share photographs. It worked out well that I would be visiting during the innagural meeting. A group of six meet in a nice conference room on the top floor of the building. We talk about gear and software. Eventually its time to share photos. Someone goes first and I got second, showing my 10 favorites. I got nice comments and very good suggestions for improvements. The meeting went longer than most people expected. Probably needs structure and an agenda next time.

I drive back to the hotel to drop my stuff off. Its about 7:30. I have a hankering for a slice or two of pizza. And I want to go to Old Navy to get some new work shirts. The good pizza places that I know about are 20 minutes away. I chose wisely and the pizza was great, although maybe one slice would've been sufficient. Then I drive to a mall and buy two new shirts. An honest-to-god Justin Beiber look-alike works there. He seriously looked like a 15-year old.

Back at the hotel I bring out the laptop and try to finish a little programming project. At about 11:00 an unexpected complication arises and I give up for the night, but then waste another hour online.

Day 4

Wake up at 7:15 and plan to be in the office by 8:00. The company provides free donuts and bagels on Fridays. I'm the first one there in my cubicle area until about 8:30. Work. Lunch. Work. I have to be on a board of directors conference call at 2:00 and then leave for the airport at 3:00.

Arrive at the airport with plenty of time, plus my flight is delayed by about 45 minutes. I hung out in the very full United Club for an hour, getting a little more work done. Again the tease of a first class upgrade, but I'm like 14th on the list, so not gonna happen.

While sitting on the plane during boarding I think about how I brought my camera along but didn't take any pictures yet. So I take a few for the heck of it. The sun sets and casts a nice glow on some nearby planes. Anne might like the lucky Irish plane:

As we climb out of Dulles there is a nice sunset and the pilot is doing some strange zig-zaggy thing for some reason. This could've been better perhaps, but I was a little slow getting it out of the backpack:

This time the pilot had the ATC on channel 9. For a while at least. As I'm listening there is a glitch and then it stops. All the audio channels stopped, except for the movie. As often happens I didn't watch the movie (In Time?) from the very start, but its impossible to ignore the screens hanging down from the ceiling. Also, as I recently learned on the Internet, this is one of those movies where the video is digitally-processed so that every scene is either orange or teal.  So I mostly watch while eating my Classic Snack Box (a step up from the Savory), but I refuse to listen. I get the gist of the story, and it seems like an okay movie, but probably not good enough to watch a second time with the audio.

It was a 6-hour flight to Seattle, and I unfortunately didn't get any sleep. Instead I listened to some podcasts and watched Battlestar Galactica on my laptop.

Had about an hour to kill at the Seattle airport and spent most of it walking around, with a break to get a little ice cream treat.

The flight to Pullman was okay. I slept for most of it with my head resting next to the window. Twice I did that thing where my head fell forward and woke myself up. It was a little more turbulent than usual. Given the timezone change I was pretty darn tired when we landed at 11:15. I get home and move Colin from Mom and Dad's bed into his own and look forward to a good sleep before we wake up early tomorrow to go skiing.