Thursday, October 5, 2023

The Pilgrimage


Auvergne Region, France

The Pilgrimage

Travel memoir by

Gregory E. Larson

          Walking through the outdoor area of the French café, I spied the large backpack leaning against the wall. The young woman who sat next to the backpack was deep into thought and writing in a notebook. There’s a story, I thought, but I decided not to pry or engage in questions.

          It was late in the evening in Riom, France, and my daughter, Carrie, and son-in-law, Blane, and I were hungry. Carrie and Blane asked the waitress if we could see a menu. Much to our surprise and embarrassment, two restaurant attendants came outside, carrying a large chalkboard with the handwritten menu in French. Blane pointed his phone at the chalkboard, attempting to use an app on his phone which translates the French into English. At the same time, the young woman stood up and said (in perfect English), “I can translate it for you and explain each item, if you would like. I am French, but I also speak English.”

          Blane responded, “This app also translates, but I would love to hear your descriptions.” The woman spent a couple of minutes going through the menu while the attendants held the board.

          Being Americans, when we heard “cheeseburger,” we all decided that sounded good, especially since they were not just any cheeseburgers, but St. Nectaire cheeseburgers which had a famous Auvergne regional cheese.

          Then Blane struck up the conversation with the young woman. “I see your backpack. It looks like you are on some type of journey. May I ask where you are going?”

          “I am on a pilgrimage to Spain, to Santiago de Compostela.”

          “Oh yes,” I interjected, “I’ve read about that, and I have watched a movie called “The Way,” which is a story about a man who makes the pilgrimage.” I also shared with her that another son-in-law, Michel, had ridden the pilgrimage on his bike from France to Spain.

         “I am from Moulin,” said the woman, “and I am not on a strict schedule, but I want to complete the journey this year.” She continued to tell us that she had befriended an elderly nun, and told the woman that she wanted to become a nun. The elderly nun very forcefully told her she believed that God had other plans, and that she should find some other way to honor Him.

          The young woman continued, “I am on this pilgrimage to reflect and decide what to do next.” When we left the restaurant, we told her that we would pray for her safe journey, and wished her well.

          We continued on our travels and I concluded that we were also on a sort of pilgrimage to see daughter Erica, and son-in-law Michel and their two daughters, Cecilia, and Lily-Marie. The youngest, Lily-Marie was to be baptized in a small church in rural France (Church of the Holy Innocents in Bussieres et Pruns, France)

Exterior Iron Cross
Church of the Holy Innocents
Bussieres ets Pruns, France

          The definition of pilgrim is “wayfarer who travels in in a foreign land,” or “one who seeks a holy shrine as the destination.” I decided that we were in fact on a pilgrimage, since we were traveling in a foreign land and our key destination was the baptismal ceremony.

Granddaughters Cecilia and Lily-Marie
with parents Erica and Michel

          In a way, we are all on a pilgrimage as we go through different phases of our lives. Each part being new or different, and we somehow find our way, only to be thrown into a new phase that doesn’t look the same as the last. I recently learned that the Arapaho tribe of native Americans have a spiritual belief that each person climbs four hills during their lifetime:

1.     Childhood

2.     Early Adulthood

3.     Mature Adulthood

4.     Elder

I like their belief, since each hill is a type of pilgrimage for each person to encounter, gain knowledge and proceed with the next phase of their life.

Children beginning their journey in life

          During our trip in France, I more clearly saw my “elder” phase as it contrasted with younger adulthood phases of my family and the childhood phases of the grandchildren. I am challenged with technology, especially with iPhones and apps. Blane and Carrie are not. They were constantly looking for things on our route, and Blane was the navigator as I drove the manual five-speed Spanish SUV. We worked well as a team. At the baptism, I saw the different generations of two families that lived on different continents, all on our life journeys.

Carrie and Blane in Paris

          As an elder, my energy level is lower than it used to be. While in Paris I enjoyed sitting on a balcony part of the time, reading a book or looking out over the city of Paris, while Carrie and Blane were out and about to see the sights. I was thoroughly content to sit still and take a visual journey across the chimneys and rooftops of Paris.

          Each of us are on our own pilgrimage with fascinating stories to tell.

Paris Rooftops
(Les Toits de Paris)

2023 original watercolor by
Gregory E. Larson


Sunday, September 3, 2023

Greg's Upcoming Art Events

I've got exciting news to share about three upcoming exhibits in which some of my watercolors have been selected. If you are in the Kansas City Area, I hope that you can visit some of the exhibits. Here is the information:

Prairie Village "State of the Arts" annual exhibit
September 10th through November 2nd
Prairie Village City Hall
7700 Mission Rd.
Prairie Village, KS

Opening Reception is September 13 from 7:00 pm to 8:30 pm (FYI, I will be out of town and will not be at the reception.)
IMPORTANT: There is a People's Choice Award. Voting for it is September 10 through 13 with voting closing at 6:45 pm on the 13th. If you are able to visit City Hall before voting ends, the "Venetian Canal" watercolor is my recommendation for your vote. Many thanks in advance if you are able to vote.

The two paintings selected are:


Cape d'Or - Bay of Fundy
Nova Scotia, Canada
2022 watercolor by
Gregory E. larson


Venetian Canal
Venice, Italy
2022 watercolor by
Gregory E. Larson

Visions of the Flint Hills Exhibit
October 2nd through December 13th
Buttonwood Art Space
3013 Main St.
Kansas City, MO 64108

Opening reception is Friday October 6th, 5:00 pm to 8:00 pm. Awards are usually announced at 6:30 pm.

The painting selected is "Saffordville Relic," which I think will garner a lot of attention since it is one of the few pieces of art that is a structure. Most of the exhibited paintings have prairie scenes.

Saffordville Relic
Chase County, Kansas
2022 watercolor by
Gregory E. Larson

Art on Oak
October 6th, 5:00 pm to 8:00 pm
October 7th 10:00 am to 4:00 pm (my recommendation is to visit on Saturday the 7th. It is less crowded than the Friday opening,)
Second Presbyterian Church 318 E. 55th St.
Kansas City, MO 64113

This has been a popular exhibit in the Brookside Area of Kansas City. There will be 30 to 40 artists with space. Artists are encouraged to sell paintings, prints, notecards, etc.
This year I will have a selection of original paintings, small prints, and boxed notecards of six different paintings. Here is a sampling of two of them:

St. Michel Eglise
Chamonix, France
2018 watercolor by
Gregory E. Larson

Pink Lilies
Singapore Flower Dome
2023 watercolor by
Gregory E. larson


I hope you are able to visit one or all of the exhibits. I'll look forward to visiting with those who come.
Sincerely,
Greg

Saturday, June 10, 2023

Angkor Wat and Lesser Temples

 

Angkor Wat - East Entrance
photo by author

Angkor Wat and Lesser Temples

travel memoir

by Gregory E. Larson

I had no preconceptions of Cambodia upon arrival in the spring of 2023 for a five-day stay. The airport in Siem Reap was modest by international standards, and as we rode in a van to a small resort, my first impression was that Cambodia must be a poor country. The buildings and the jungle climate reminded me of Jamaica. I thought maybe it was dangerous to be out among the public in such a poor place. But first impressions are not always correct.

Traveling with my daughter, her husband, and two granddaughters, we found the Cambodian people to be happy, friendly, trustworthy and kind. I can’t say enough good things about the people there, who are mostly of Buddhist faith.

Angkor Wat - perimeter railing and steps
photo by author
For the first two days, we traveled to the Angkor Wat Temple with a guide, who led us through the temples and gave us the historical background as to what we were viewing.

Cambodian Tour Guide explaining the Bas Relief carvings
photo by author

The Angkor Wat temple (12th century) was built in the middle of a thriving civilization that spanned over six hundred years from approximately 800 A.D. to 1400 A.D. It is the largest of the temples, which are made from quarried sandstone from the nearby mountains. Angkor Wat was constructed on better foundations and with larger stones which weigh approximately one ton each. During construction, which spanned over thirty years, the stones were quarried and then floated on barges in a man-made canal that was over twenty miles in length. There are hundreds of smaller temples throughout the nearby jungle. The smaller temples used smaller stones and less adequate foundations. Many are now crumbling in the jungle overgrowth. Angkor Thom is the second largest temple in the area, and has impressive stone carvings that still remain.

Gate to Angkor Thom
photo by author

The temples were built to honor the kings of the region and to be used as temples for the Hindu faith. At some point in the Cambodian area, the faith switched to Buddhism, so now the temples are considered Buddhist temples.

Angkor Wat is impressive in size and design. It was originally built within a huge moat that was to separate the day-to-day world from the spiritual world. The base of the temple has carved railings and steps around the perimeter. Inside the cloister areas of the entrance, the bas relief carvings, which are protected from the sun and rain, show the forces of good and evil and a struggle to create a harmonious world of people and nature.

The stone steps are steep, and show the wear of multitudes of feet that have trod upon them. The steepness causes one to pause on the spiritual journey upward, giving focus to the ascent to the holiest spot on the top terrace, where five massive towers, built with 2 million tons of stone reach above the jungle landscape.

Angkor Wat - steps to upper towers
photo by author

The sandstone that is exposed to the elements has begun to degrade over the centuries, with lichen and moss, along with the humid climate, causing the stones to wear and crumble at the edges of the structures.

During the tour which took us to many different temples, we would see small Buddhist ceremonies occurring in different spots, and we would quietly pass around them as we continued through the stone mazes.

Stone faces at Angkor Thom
photo by author

One of my goals was to find some interesting views for watercolor paintings. I definitely found them in the smaller temples degrading in the jungle. The shadows and sunlight played upon the carved stone as well as piles of rock. When walking through the doorways and along the paths, there was a feeling of “ancient-ness” to the space, and one could sense the passing of centuries, visualizing ceremonies with bright costumes and entourages of kings on elephants.

Banyan tree growing on a lesser temple
photo by author

All is quiet now. The stones speak with carvings and nature’s wear and tear. The ages continue to pass while the jungle trees and vines attempt to overtake the crumbling stones.

 Here are my first two watercolors of the lesser temples:

Angkor Temple Remnant (#2)
2023 watercolor by
Gregory E. Larson

Angkor Temple Remnant (#1)
2023 watercolor by
Gregory E. Larson


You can also view the paintings on my online gallery: www.larsoncreativellc.com


Sunday, April 16, 2023

The Hero Rats of Cambodia


African Pouch Rat at the Apopo Center - Siem Reap, Cambodia

The Hero Rats of Cambodia

travel memoir

by Gregory E. Larson

          What does Lady Diana have in common with a young Belgian named Bart Weetjens, and African Pouch Rats? All have raised awareness of the death and destruction caused around the world by landmines that remain from previous wars and conflicts.

The mountains of Cambodia

          On a recent overseas trip, I spent five days in Cambodia with my youngest daughter and her family. We toured the Angkor Wat temples and additional holy sites in the Cambodian mountains, but one free day remained at the end of the trip. My daughter gave Cici, the five-year-old granddaughter, some optional activities to pick from. She said, “We can go to a lotus flower farm and see how they grow flowers, or we can go to the market to shop and eat, or we can go to a center that gives demonstrations on how rats are trained to detect land mines. It says we get to hold a rat at the end of the visit.

          Cici wasted no time in saying, “I want to go see the rats!”

          We hopped into a taxi and were driven to the Apopo Center on the north side of Siem Reap, Cambodia. The center is there to promote awareness of the landmine problem and to provide demonstrations on the effectiveness of the rat program. They keep about a dozen of the retired African Pouch Rats there for the demonstrations and allow those on the tour to hold a rat.

          At the beginning of the tour, we were told the history of Bart Weetjens, the Belgian who raised rats as pets. Bart teamed up with some professors in 1996 and developed a training method for rats to detect small amounts (less than a millionth of an ounce) of TNT. They also developed search methods and tested the effectiveness. The African Pouch Rat was selected as the best type of rat to train, partly because they have an average life span of eight years. It takes one year to train the rats, so that allows them to be productive in searches for several years.

          By 2003 the research team completed field research methods in Mozambique that were 100% effective. The Apopo main center was established in Tanzania, and over the years the search teams have successfully worked around the world in places like Mozambique, Angola, the Gaza Strip, and numerous sites in Southeast Asia, including Cambodia.

          Our guide shared with us that approximately six million landmines remain buried around Cambodia, most from the civil war with the Khmer Rouge. Every year there are people who are maimed, injured or killed when they step on a landmine or drive over an anti-tank landmine. During the demonstration, the guide explained that a trained rat can search an area the size of a tennis court in 30 minutes. That compares to the four days that are required for a person with a metal detector to search the same area.

The Hero Rat searches for the TNT sample

          One of the rats was brought out on a leash, and the search demonstration began. Two “handlers” had a cable looped on their ankles which allowed them to keep it tight, while the rat, which was connected to the cable and the leash, was allowed to search from one side of the plot to the other side. The men moved one step at a time for each crossing of the plot by the rat. When the TNT was detected under the surface, the rat began to dig (for the safe demonstration, a small amount of TNT was in a little metal cannister). The guide explained that in a real situation, the handlers move the rat away from the detected spot and a flag is posted for experts to come and neutralize the landmine and safely remove it.

The Hero Rat discovers the TNT sample and begins to dig

          We were told the rats are given physical examinations every two weeks. Since the rats are nocturnal, they work mainly in the early morning hours and in early daylight. For us to hold a rat, we were required to thoroughly wash our hands and arms to remove any sunscreen to prevent the rats from getting sick.

          The guide brought a chair for Cici to sit down to hold a rat named Sylvia, but she wanted to be like the adults and she kept standing with a big smile on her face when they placed Sylvia in her arms.

Cici holds Sylvia, one of the Hero Rats

          The tour was very educational, and it gave me a better awareness of the land mine problem that continues to exist around the world. At the gift shop, I bought Cici a Hero Rat t-shirt, which she proudly wears. Her mom asked her what she learned and she said, “the rats go find things so they won’t explode.” Well said.

          Each of the rats has a name, and a majority of the best search rats are female. They made us aware that one of the top female rats was named Lady Diana. I’m sure Lady Diana is smiling somewhere up in heaven.

Cici proudly wears her Hero Rat t-shirt





Sunday, March 5, 2023

The Dark of Antarctica

 

The Belgica trapped in sea ice in Antarctica - 1898
(internet image - coolantarctica.com)

The Dark of Antarctica

historical essay and book recommendation

by Gregory E. Larson

 Preface:

          How well would you survive if trapped on a sailing ship in the ice off Antarctica, knowing that a sunless winter was about to begin? The book, Madhouse at the End of the Earth, unveils the story of the Belgian expedition to Antarctica, where the ship and crew were trapped in the ice for the first “wintering” in Antarctic history in 1898. The story continues to be researched as a study in how man is affected by isolation, confinement, and darkness. NASA uses this century-old mission as a resource for understanding physical, mental, and social issues that can impact long-term space missions.

          I found the book at the library while browsing at random. Knowing that my brother-in-law, Michael Farley, and his wife, Linda Anneberg, had just returned from an Overseas Adventure Travel cruise to Antarctica (December 2022), I was eager to learn something more. (Thanks to Michael for allowing me to use his photo images taken in December 2022 in the same area in the Gerlache Strait which was discovered on the journey described in the book.)

          Madhouse at the End of the Earth (by Julian Sancton) resonated with me on several levels. Having previously read about the race for the south pole (1911) between Englishman Robert Scott, and Norwegian Roald Amundsen, and another book about the Ernest Shackleton Adventure in 1914, I concluded this early expedition by Belgian explorer Adrien de Gerlache in 1897 is “the story before the stories of Antarctica,” and it provides historical context to the Amundsen and Shackleton adventures. As I began reading, I was pulled into a drama that played out at the bottom of the earth 125 years ago.

          The initial motivation for Belgian seaman Adrien de Gerlache to explore Antarctica was to gain glory for Belgium and to establish his fame in the annals of navigation and science. He quickly learned that fundraising and selecting crew members were monumental tasks. Even King Leopold of Belgium was lukewarm to the idea, and provided very little financial and moral support.

          Once he had a reasonable amount of funding, De Gerlache purchased a used whaler ship, refurbished it, and christened it The Belgica. His goal was to have Belgian seamen and scientists for the entire crew, but he could not find all of the navigational and scientific expertise there, so he cast his net far and wide. International expeditions were rare in those times.

Antarctica
(photo image courtesy of Michael Farley)

          De Gerlache selected a Polish chemist and geologist (Henrik Arctowski), a Romanian zoologist (Emile Racovitza), and a 24-year-old Norwegian First Mate, (Roald Amundsen). This was to be Amundsen’s first trip to Antarctica. It was a time in Amundsen’s life when he was eager to amass all the skills necessary to become an explorer in his own right. His mind was like a sponge in learning by trial and error, and he was physically fearless in his desire to be a successful explorer. He was an expert cross-country skier having spent several treks in northern Norway.

          De Gerlache had difficulty finding a physician who wanted to make the trip but was able to hire an American physician/surgeon, Dr. Frederick Cook of New York. At the last moment he joined the crew in Rio de Janeiro. The navigator and the bulk of the rest of the crew were a rag-tag bunch of French, Norwegians and Belgians that were willing to join the expedition, which seemed sketchy at best. Communication became a mixture of languages and hand signals.

          As they neared the southern tip of South America, numerous delays and fiascos almost doomed their plans. Several crew members were kicked off the crew for fighting and drunkenness. The scientists begged for extra time to research indigenous people. The clock kept ticking. Finally, as they neared Tierra del Fuego in a storm, they became stuck in a shallow passageway and made several attempts to pull off the rock. De Gerlache could see his glory fading away, believing the voyage was doomed and their lives hung in the balance before they had even set sail across the Drake Passage towards the Shetland Islands and the Antarctica peninsula. Finally, the ship broke free of the rock. They were delayed further by having to take on new fresh water to replace what they had emptied to lighten their load.

          Although the crossing of the Drake passage was uneventful, they floated into a sea of icebergs as a storm came up. Waves crashed against the ship, causing water to pour onto the deck. Coal had clogged some of the scuppers and caused the overflowing seawater to pour into the hatches and into the inhabited areas. As two of the crew attempted to unclog the scuppers, one of the men fell overboard when the ship jolted against an iceberg. The crew made several futile rescue attempts but the man died of hypothermia and drowning.  It was another failure on a voyage that had barely started.

Lemaire channel at the Gerlache Strait - Antarctica
(photo image courtesy of Michael Farley)

          Finally, On January 23, 1898, they spotted land in Antarctica. They were now at the edge of the explored world. As the weather cleared, they realized they were at the mouth of a huge inlet into the peninsula at Graham Land. It was the most idyllic time of the expedition. The summer light was good, the strait was relatively calm, and the unknown territory seemed like a dreamland full of new mountains, and wildlife. Their hopes to create a detailed map of the strait were not fulfilled. The weather was too foggy or cloudy to allow them to make celestial observations. Expeditions onto the mountains with a theodolite were fruitless due to the poor visibility and the rugged, icy terrain. On rare, clear days, the sea with the icebergs and the mountains around them shone in full beauty.

          Once out of the strait, and with very little to show for the journey thus far, de Gerlache contemplated what to do next. He wanted very badly to have some type of headline grabber for the expedition. With the Antarctic summer on the wane, he made a quick decision. In confidence with the Belgian navigator, de Gerlache decided to see if they could break the southernmost latitude (71°10' S) recorded in 1774. He gave orders to turn south and with a stormy wind behind them, they sailed over eighty miles in 24 hours and recorded their southernmost location at 71°31' S. But the sea ice continued to form and the ship became quickly trapped. After a day of being stuck in what looked like a frozen plain, the magnitude of their predicament sunk into the commander and crew. They would be the first in history to winter in Antarctica. After a few days in the foreboding, frozen spot, de Gerlache wrote in his diary, “We are no longer navigators, but a small colony of prisoners serving their sentence.” They wondered if they would survive their entrapment.

Icebergs at Melchior Islands - near Gerlache Strait - Antarctica
(photo image courtesy of Michael Farley)

          In the beginning, the crew busied themselves, reorganizing their supplies and building huts on the ice for the scientists. As the expedition’s physician, Cook realized he had a huge responsibility to try to continually keep the morale of the ship to a level that would get them through the ordeal. Cook and Amundsen spent much time brainstorming activities and would share ideas on how to plan future expeditions to the polar regions. On a sled exploration away from the ship, the two designed a new tent that worked well in high winds. On another trip, they built an igloo. Their active minds and their friendship created a strong antidote against the oncoming darkness.

          Eventually, the sun refused to rise on the northern horizon and the darkness of winter set in. The crew’s morale began to sink with the onset of continual darkness. Cook recorded the physical and mental deterioration. One of the crew had a congenital heart problem, and in the extreme conditions, eventually died. Morale sank even further.

          Cook instituted daily walks outside the ship, during the brief northern glow of daytime, or nighttime walks in moonlight. One of the men penned it the “madhouse promenade” in his journal. But the physical activity was not enough to help the men keep their strength. Cook noticed the onset of scurvy on several of the crew. He also noticed that the few people (including Amundsen) that ate raw seal meat showed no signs of scurvy. Most of the men hated the taste of the meat, but once they noticed that those who ate it remained healthy, they finally began following Cook’s recommendations. He also began what is considered the first light therapy for depression. Cook had a deep belief that light was a necessary ingredient for life, and had the depressed men stand naked before a bonfire, telling them that their mood would improve. In most cases it was helpful. The men appreciated the attention given to them by Cook.

          Morale continued to worsen. De Gerlache became depressed and locked himself for days in his cabin. A few of the men became withdrawn and paranoid, shunning interaction with the crew. One of the crew became catatonic. When he finally was able to communicate, he was never the same. The nervous breakdown had caused permanent damage. Another crewman, who went on a skiing expedition with Cook and Amundsen became suspicious that they were out to kill him. His demeanor was forever changed.

Melchior Islands near Gerlache Strait - Antarctica
(photo image courtesy of Michael Farley)

          Winter passed and the ice continued to hold the Belgica into the next summer. Cook was convinced that if they could not free the ship from the ice, many would not survive a second winter. Explosives were used in an attempt to loosen the ice floes, but the ship remained locked firm. Finally, de Gerlache proposed they cut the ice (one to two meters thick) with saws and create a channel of about a half mile to open water. It seemed ludicrous. The task would be herculean, requiring an unbelievable amount of manual labor to save the ship and crew. The men formed two shifts, with all of the crew taking turns, except for the cook who prepared the meals and blew the bugle on the deck to announce mealtime.

          The crew’s spirits began to rise. Their health also improved. To have something to focus upon helped their overall morale. But the second summer was on the wane and it was a race against time to free the ship. As they neared completion of the canal, sea ice began forming again at night. Then the floes closed the canal shut for several days. All hope was about gone, when miraculously, the canal opened up and de Gerlache commanded to fire up the steam engine and unfurl the sails. The Belgica began to move and increase in speed. At the end of the man-made canal a barricade of ice had formed, but there was no turning back. De Gerlache ordered full steam ahead and the sturdy ship plowed through the ice and into the open water. Even though they were in an open channel, it took several days of navigating around the ice to traverse eleven miles to open sea.

          After surviving a storm of biblical proportions at the south end of South America, they finally came to port in Punta Arenas on March 28, 1899. De Gerlache declared the end to the expedition and the crew split up as some decided to stay awhile in South America. Amundsen escorted one of the Norwegian crewmembers, who continued to remain paranoid, back to Norway. Others went with de Gerlache back to Belgium where they seemed surprised when treated as heroes. Eventually, the strait which they discovered was named The Gerlache Strait.

          To this day, the scientific value of the expedition continues to be seen. Many of the animal specimens and organisms discovered have been kept in Belgian repositories. The diaries of the crew are detailed, and Cook’s has special value in showing how he dealt with the men’s physical and mental strain.

          As for the three main leaders of the expedition, Adrien de Gerlache never returned to Antarctica or led any polar expeditions, but played a role as advisor to future polar expeditions and to shipbuilders. Dr. Frederick Cook led an expedition to the North Pole and claimed to be the first person to discover it – but without corroborating evidence, scientists and publishers discounted the claim. Cook eventually was convicted for unrelated financial fraud and sent to prison. Roald Amundsen decided to set his sights on the discovery of the South Pole and in 1911 led a group that claimed the South Pole before Scott’s ill-fated English expedition was second to the South Pole but perished on their return route.

          The author of Madhouse at the End of the Earth, Julian Sancton, shares his thoughts in Author’s Note at the end of the book. His excitement at finding the diaries, the scientific information and descendants of de Gerlache resonated with me as a writer of non-fiction. Sancton wanted to experience the Antarctic, so he boarded the Hebridean Sky (the same ship my brother-in-law and his wife took in December 2022) to experience the Gerlache Strait and the edges of the Antarctica continent. He spent a week in the Antarctic summer, viewing (in color) the same scenes in the black and white photos taken by Cook in 1898. Sancton could only imagine what it was like to struggle to survive, day after day, in the dark and seemingly unending Antarctic winter of 1898.


Cruise Ship in Antarctica - 2022
(photo image courtesy of Michael Farley)

Monday, November 14, 2022

The Need for Speed

 

Ready to Race
Daytona - Rolex 24-Hour Endurance Race
2022 watercolor by
Gregory E. Larson

The Need for Speed

travel memoir

by Gregory E. Larson

I’ve always had a fascination for fast cars. As a boy, I would spend hours putting together race car models bought at the dime store. If I got bored in school, I would draw race cars on the back of my spiral notebooks.

Back in the ‘50s and early ‘60s, the Indianapolis 500 race was not televised, but it was on the radio. Dad would loan me his boxy, Bakelite clock-radio and I would lie down on the floor, close my eyes and listen, trying to visualize that I was really there. The announcers in each corner of the track would yell into their microphones as the drivers, like Parnelli Jones, Roger Ward and A.J. Foyt steered their racers around the corners.

In the school library, I found books about the Le Mans 24-hour race in France and the Mille Miglia race in Italy. The stories fascinated me, partly because they were in Europe and partly because they were run on public roads. Then I got interested with riding bikes, which helped me get a sense of speed while pedaling. As I bicycled through neighborhoods, I would pretend I was road-racing in Europe as I leaned into the corners.

Now that I’m older, I realized that I’ve not attended many "big-time races." I did go watch NASCAR at the Kansas Speedway when it opened – and that gave me a good “speed fix.”

Recently I reconnected with a friend from high school. He lives in Daytona Beach. He invited me to come and watch the Daytona 24-hour Rolex race which is Le Mans style sports car racing. I thought, now that is big time racing.

For a speed junkie, the Rolex race had it all. There were 61 cars in 5 categories of racers, with four drivers for each car. At Daytona, the 2.5-mile oval is the main track, but there were some inside-the-track roads and a chicane on the back-stretch, so the total course was 3.7 miles per lap.

This prototype car looked like something out of Star Wars

With access to the garage areas before the race, we felt like kids in a candy store. The lower-end category of GT cars included Porsche, Aston-Martin, Mercedes, Ferrari, etc. The high-end categories were prototype Le Mans cars – which are custom racers. The top category was Daytona prototype cars. There were only seven of them, and they went about 20 miles per hour faster than all of the other cars. The garage was a bee-hive of activity, where the mechanics were putting the last-minute touches on the cars, and filling them with fuel. We had to stand behind the ropes outside the garages, but were within arm’s length of the cars as they pulled them out of the garage to put in fuel before rolling them to pit road. The garages were full of car parts – very expensive car parts. The cockpits in the prototype cars looked like something from Star Wars.

We went up to our seats in the big grandstand to watch the start, which was quite a production. The cars were lined up on pit road, and the drivers marched out with a flag-bearer with the flag for each driver’s country. The mechanics and owners were lined up with the drivers at each car. I estimated that 1,500 people stood by the 61 cars on pit road as the National Anthem was played. How big-time can you get?

Start of 2022 Daytona - Rolex 24-Hour Race

I did wear ear plugs once the cars got out on the track. On the starting lap, the noise was so loud that the grandstands were vibrating. We watched the first few hours as the cars sped by. With five categories of racers, it would seem that disaster would be inevitable with slow and fast cars mixing it up. But the slower cars know they are not to get in the way of the faster cars. Somehow it all works out. The lead car was always flashing the headlights to warn the slower cars as it approached them. 

2022 Winning Car in Daytona Prototype Category

As the shadow fell over the grandstand the temperatures dropped and we left the track for the night, but returned the next morning to sit in the sunshine and watch the remainder of the race. To me, it was not important who won the race. I just wanted to enjoy the speed. I was glad to find out that one of the Porsche GT Pro teams won their category, and that made me happy because we had eaten at an Italian café in Daytona and the Porsche team was eating there, too. I figured they must be a pretty good if they picked the best Italian place to eat.

Someday I’d like to travel and see a Formula One race. The need for speed is ongoing.