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RadioSRQ author interview: Dennis R. Blanchard

Listen to Ann Corcoran’s interview of author Dennis R. Blanchard on RadioSRQ.com. This two-part interview covers the gamut of hiking the Appalachian Trail, preparation, emotions, food, equipment and just about every facet of a long distance hike. The photo on the site harkens back to Gabby Hayes.

Each segment of the interview is about a half-hour long, so sit back, enjoy and take yourself onto the trail.

Fun video about hiking the Appalachian Trail

A fun video about hiking the Appalachian Trail is on YouTube. It is a summary of a presentation I gave at Boxboro, Massachusetts last summer. It covers hiking from Georgia to Maine and gives a great summary of the equipment, animal and people encounters and what it takes to carry an amateur radio station on such a trip.

The audience is engaged and enjoyed many humorous moments as I explored all of the mistakes and mishaps one encounters when walking 2, 176 miles (3000+ km) through the woods. A radio amateur, Burt Fisher, K1OIK, posted the video and reminded me last night that it was on YouTube. Somehow, over time, I had forgotten it was there…thanks Burt.
Enjoy!
Dennis “K1” Blanchard

eBooks Leading Print Version This Month.

It’s interesting to follow trends when one has a book published. Last month, with the holiday gift lists being filled, it was print versions by far. The ratio was about 2:1. However, this month it is most definitely the eBooks in the lead. Today is only the 6th day of the month and there are many new readers, but the e-readers are in the lead by 2:1. 

I suspect that all those new Kindles , Ipads, Sony readers and other devices are the reason. That, and THREE HUNDRED ZEROES  has just showed up in Smashwords.com, and Nook.  Smashwords.com distributes to Apple’s Ipad, Sony, Diesel, and other readers, but the distribution takes a few weeks and as far as I know, that has not completed the cycle yet. If you have just about any eBook reader, check out Smashwords.com, they have 25,000 books available and offer something for just about everyone. There are even a number of free books. Some number are novels or non-fiction and so on that are part of a series; read the first one for free and if you like the author’s work you know what to expect in the other volumes.
If you are an author be certain to look into the Smashwords.com program. Getting a book into the system is reasonably painless and your book can be online in just a few hours.
The printing industry is in the doldrums lately, especially for hard cover books, but soft cover and eBooks are doing well. As an “old fashioned” fellow I somehow experience more of a thrill when I see the print version sales numbers, I can identify with print books: I grew up with them. Still, I can appreciate the convenience and carrying capability of the e-readers and I would be very foolish to ignore such a large population of readers. 
About half of my reader emails are now coming from folks that have read THREE HUNDRED ZEROES electronically and it appears that they are thrilled with the experience. Looks like I’ll have to get a reader myself, may you can help me decide on which one? (hint: it will have to be rugged enough to haul around on a bicycle and long distance hikes)
Dennis “K1” Blanchard

Fiction or Non-Fiction?

I’ve always been a bit awestruck by the term “non-fiction.” To me it in some way denigrates writing about things that are real. It reduces writing about things that are true or reality based to something that is “non,” or lesser. According to Dictionary.reference.com, fiction is something: “feigned, invented, or imagined; a made-up story” and yet non-fiction  is defined as “opinions or conjectures upon facts and reality.” 


Now I’m certain this is a chicken or egg debate and nobody will ever be able to define which came first. I would argue however that writing about reality is something that we can all relate to more readily than fiction, after all, I suspect most of us live in the real world (with the exception of certain politicians of course). 

Non-fiction is certainly the more popular genre of reading, but for the life of me, I can’t grasp why? Is it the escape from reality? Is it the mental transport to another place where we know we can never exist? I don’t have those answers but I do know that it grates me every time I hear the term “non-fiction.”

Your thoughts?

Dennis “K1” Blanchard

To All My Readers, Have A Great New Year!

It is the end of another year and what a year it has been. I’ve traveled up and down the east coast of the US, met many old friends, and made lots of new ones. I was especially moved by the reception I’ve had at so many of the public libraries, ham radio clubs and hikers groups that I’ve given my Appalachian Trail presentation at. 
Although the weather didn’t cooperate, I managed a day as a “Trail Angel” up in New Hampshire along the AT and it was thrilling to meet this year’s crop of thru-hikers on their way to Mt. Katahdin in Maine. Jane and I also managed to do a day hike up the twin peaks of Mt. Hancock—I highly recommend it. Mt. Hancock was in the first Chapter of  THREE HUNDRED ZEROES
Writing and publishing a book has been a wonderful learning experience for me. I still learn new things every day and I think it is helping me stay young to be so involved in something. Admittedly, I confess falling behind in some of my activities and as part of my New Year’s resolutions I’ll have to see if I can spend more time involved with my ham radio and bicycling avocations. 
This coming year does hold some promise for a long hike. Jane and I are considering hiking the 500 miles of the Camino Santiago in Spain. I’ve just completed an interesting book about it, THE CAMINO CHRONICLES, by Susan Alcorn , and she made it sound like a great challenge.
The year wouldn’t be complete without again mentioning the new book by Bil “Skywalker” Walker, HIGHS AND LOWS ON THE PACIFIC COAST TRAIL, a very different experience from hiking the AT.
This blog is primarily for topics related to THREE HUNDRED ZEROES, i.e.: hiking, amateur radio and heart surgery. If you have something you’d like to share with readers, feel free to mail it to me at: dennis@threehundredzeroes.com or just enter it at any of the “comment” links on this blog and I will receive it. I’m still anxious to hear from hiking heart surgery survivors. I know I’m not the only one. 
Have a great New Year and hope that it is the best one yet. See you down the trail…

Author of: Three Hundred Zeroes: Lessons of the
Heart on the Appalachian Trail

A non-fiction adventure travel
story on the Appalachian Trail

Finalist in the 2010 Next
Generation Indie Book Awards Contest

Available on Amazon.com,
Smashwords and
Kindle.

Readers are such an inspiration!

My readers often ask about the next book. I suppose I had better get out there and have another adventure soon so I can write about it. My readers are my inspiration! I hope that THREE HUNDRED ZEROES inspires folks to go out and give a long distance hike a try. Of the many wonderful reader comments that have been arriving I particularly enjoyed Ivan’s comments, he sounds like a real Appalachian Trail enthusiast. Thank you so much Ivan:

Dennis,
I have read every book on the Appalachian Trail that I can find!  My wife recently purchased 7 books which I had not read, and yours was the last of those 7 which I have just completed reading.  I want to say that of the many books I have completed regarding the Appalachian Trail, yours is far and above my favorite!  Not only are your writing style and descriptions vivid, but the fact that you are my age is inspiring, as well.  Thank you for a book which I was unable to put down from start to finish.

Ivan Lurz

A Hikers “Twas The Night Before Christmas”

A Hiker’s Night Before
Christmas Gooch mtn

(see below for ham radio version of this)

Twas
the night before Christmas, when all through the shelter

Not a hiker was stirring, too cold for a swelter.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Hiker Nick would dry them right
there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Pop Tarts danced in their heads.
And mamma in her bedroll, and I setting a trap,
Had just settled our brains for a long hiker’s
nap.

When out on the bear hanger there arose such a
clatter,

I sprang from the bunk to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the pack and scratched at my rash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to the trail below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a hungry big black bear, looking for beer.

I’m a little old hiker, not lively or quick,
So in a moment of fear I grabbed a stick.
More rapid than eagles his growls they came,
And he whistled, and grunted, and didn’t look tame!

“Now scamper! now, scat! now, out I’m Fixen!
I yelled and I screamed, cursing like Blitzen!
To the top of the privy! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”

As dry leaves that before the trail storms do fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the shelter-top the bear he flew,
With the lots of loud noise, and crashing too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The clawing and pawing, the dog gave a woof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney the bear came with a bound.

He was covered in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his coat was all tarnished with ashes and
soot.

A bear-bag of provisions he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his
pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a
cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
It was evident in a minute, this was no sow.

The stump of a branch he held tight in his teeth,
And the chimney smoke encircled his head like a
wreath

He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he growled, like he’d just left a
deli!


He was chubby and plump, and leaned on a shelf
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He made not a sound, but went straight to his
work,

And raided all the stockings, then turned with a
jerk.

And laying his paws aside of his nose
And giving a nod, he left for a doze!

He gave out a bray, which caused me to bristle,
And away he flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he dove out of
sight,

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a
good-night!”

 

Dennis
“K1” Blanchard

AT
07/08

Author
of Three Hundred Zeroes


(I’m not going to copyright this, but credit is appreciated) Feel free to copy.

Happy Christmas to Hams Everywhere…

Christmas in Ham Radio Land…

T’was the night before Christmas, when all through the shack,

not a meter was stirring, not even on the rack;

The finals were hung by the chimney with care,

in hopes that St. Nick would tune them right there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

while visions of moonbounce danced in their heads;

and Mama with her handheld, and I with a trap,

had just settled our brains with a high voltage zap.

 

When out on the tower there rose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bench to see what was the matter.

away to the window I flew like a high tension flash,

tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,

gave the glow of tubes of days long ago.

When what, to my wondering eyes should appear,

but a miniature sleigh, with mobile amateur gear;

with a little old ham, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment, it must be Saint Nick.

 

More rapid than McElroy his keying it came,

and he listened and he tuned and called them by name:

“Now Dasher! Now Damper! Now Phasor and DX’en”

“On Common! On Coupled! On Doner and Blitzen!”

“To the top of the shack to the top of the wall”

“Now Dash away, Dash away, dash away all!”

 

As dry days before Field Day do fly,

when they meet with the forecast and never comply,

so up on the shack top the signals they flew,

with the sleigh full of gear, and St. Nickolas too.

and then in a band opening, I heard on the roof,

antenna work by a ham on the hoof.

 

As I drew in my head and was tuning around,

down the feedline came St. Nicholas with a bound.

He was all tangled in coax, from his head to his foot,

and his checksheets were all tarnished with ashes and soot.

A bundle of gear he had flung on his back,

and he looked like a contester opening a six-pack;

His handheld – how it crackled!  The signals did vary,

his equipment made noises, his QSO was quite merry.

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a Mho,

and the beard of his chin was white as slow scan snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

and the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath.

He had a broad face and a round little belly,

that shook when he laughed like the roll of a tele.

 

He was chubby and plump, a right old elf,

and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

soon gave me to know I had not QR-zed.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

and tuned all the finals, then turned with a jerk,

and keying his finger aside of his nose,

and giving a nod, up the feedline he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh, his handheld gave a whistle,

and away they all flew, like the down on a thistle’

 

But I heard him exclaim ‘Ere he faded out of sight’

 

               
“Happy Christmas to all

               

                       
and to all

                       

                          
     A good night!”

                                K1YPP

                                

Written about 1981 for a ham radio newsletter for the ’85 Repeater in Derry, NH. I didn’t bother to copyright it, but appreciate credit.

Dennis, K1YPP

Where to find a bear costume?

I have this script I’m putting together where I need to have a few of the actors dressed as bears. Where does one find costumes to rent? I can’t imagine that the would be something I could afford to purchase. I never knew a book could get me involved into so many unrelated fields…now it’s movie making. What next? 

I’ve looked around and haven’t turned up any sources for such a costume. Any ideas?
Dennis “K1” Blanchard

Hike the El Camino Santiago Trail in Spain?

I just finished reading Susan Alcorn’s book, CAMINO CHRONICLE and it has convinced me that it would an interesting, albeit different, hike for us to hike. Have any of you readers hiked the Camino Santiago? I recall reading Shirley MacLaine’s book about it a few years ago and it sparked my interest, but Susan’s book was more of a journal about what is good, and what is not so good. 

One big advantage is food supply is essentially right on the trail; villages are not very far apart. Usually some form of shelter is available most nights so sleeping outdoors is minimum to none-at-all. If any of my readers have done the trail, I’d love to hear from you, leave a comment at the bottom of this, or email me. I sense another adventure coming on, hopefully this time, I won’t need any of their hospitals along the way.
Dennis “K1” Blanchard