Benchmark Hunting for Fun and, Well, Just Fun

Back in college, I was briefly in the Honors program. They kicked me out because of my filthy biker tendencies.* But while I was still in good with the smart kids, I took a Geography course. Being an officially sanctioned smart kid meant I got to do more homework than the plain old state university kids. A whole bunch more homework, in fact.** In the Geography course, that meant we had to do a special project on top of all the other work.

For some reason, one of the first things we learned about were these odd, usually metal, usually round things called Benchmarks the U.S. government stuck all over the place to keep track of elevation and so on. You can spot them on topographical maps, marked with a BM. I was, of course, intrigued.

Through one of those quirks of fate, one of my smart kid classmates was also curious about them. And lived in my hall in the dorms. And liked seeking out adventure and getting into trouble.

So, we proposed our project: hunting down geodetic benchmarks in the county around the university. We checked out a stack of topographical maps from the library, made a list of which ones to try and find,*** and set sail for discovery!

We didn't have a compass, and this was well before normal folks could afford GPS devices, but if you've ever looked at a large scale topographical map, you really don't need either. GPS geeks seem to groove to benchmark hunting as a use for their spendy gadget. I'm sure it's a blast. However, if you're paying the slightest bit of attention, you probably won't even need a compass to find the benchmarks.

It ends up feeling like treasure hunting, because frequently the benchmark is on the map, but doesn't exist in real life (or it's some object the untrained eye won't recognize as a benchmark). Of twenty benchmarks we searched for, I think we found about twelve.

We got an A on our project for going out, driving around, climbing under bridges, walking along railroad tracks, talking to horse ranchers, hearing warning shots from a corn farmer and taking a few photos.

We explored just about everywhere within a 20 mile radius of the school due to our hunt for benchmarks. It was enough fun that we talked about doing it just for giggles after the class had ended. We never got around to it, though (filthy biker tendencies...).

The other day I was out hiking with Lady Luck and couple friends and I stumbled across a benchmark. So, I snapped a photo, and thought about how much fun it had been tracking the weird little things down.

So I'm thinking about getting some topographical maps and using them as an excuse to get out riding and exploring Phoenix. And if you need some structure to your rides, why not try tracking down benchmarks?

*But mostly because of one vile English teacher who decided I couldn't write and gave me a bad grade. Look at me now, hag!

**The payoff was extremely relaxed Gen. Ed. requirements, which meant us smarties could study whatever we grooved on and still get Gen. Ed. credits.

***Our criteria was "close enough to a road that we wouldn't have to find a legal parking spot in order to search for it."

Be My Moto-Valentine?

Love it or hate it, it's Valentine's day. Why not take your favorite person for a ride?

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Tornado Warning? Let's Go Riding!

Those of you living in states with actual weather that changes from day to day might not know that Phoenix has been having some delightfully rainy, windy, stormy weather.*

Yesterday morning, it was actually raining outside. Naturally, I put on my terrible, awful, no-fun-at all rain gear. After 10 minutes of struggle to get into my rainsuit, the zipper on the jacket broke. Luckily, the velcro flap that goes over the zipper is strong, because there was no way I was taking it all off again after all that effort.

The ride in to the office was a bit wet, but not bad. The ride home, though... ho ho! Plenty of rain, and more importantly, lots of wind.

Riding across constant wind and rain, in my crazy opinion, is a heck of a lot of fun. You get to lean into the weather and it just feels so... purposeful. It's like being an explorer, only at the end of the trip is hot pizza and dry pants instead of hungry cannibals and scurvy.

So this morning, I rode in to work - of course - in the rain. And everyone in the office stopped by to ask how the ride was today and, more importantly, yesterday.

Here in Phoenix, people aren't accustomed to things like inclement weather. What could I have been thinking going out there with nothing but a polyester rainsuit and a helmet to protect me from the elements?

Well, between you and me, I was thinking "WHEEEE!"

Last night there was an honest-to-God tornado warning in my area. I didn't know about it, of course. We were advised to go to the basement. What basement? There are no basements in Phoenix. And besides, had I known there was a real tornado warning, I would have been compelled to go outside and watch!

I know I'm not the only one who feels this way. Maybe it's a Minnesotan thing, but whenever there's a storm, Lady Luck and I will go outside and, sure enough, our neighbors from Minnesota are all out with us watching the sky.

Safe? Probably not. Wise? Certainly not.

Fun? Oh yeah.

So, if you need to find me during inclement weather... chances are I'll be out in it, loving every minute.


*I told Irondad thanks for bringing it, by the way