Still a tiny voice
Woke to new snow cover; pretty, but a wasted effort. What was there for breakfast was gone by lunch. We’re at the moment when planning anything outside is all a function of how willing you are to delay project starts by a few hours. In my case, I want the BBQ back in its usual place, and it might be by the week end. That will then require transferring a whole (heavy) load of deck furniture uphill, and then I can declare myself ready for the sunny days of summer.
That ocean liner I mentioned last posting. Well, today I watched some video footage put online by some of the passengers. In truth, no big deal. I have had similar “rides” on the boat to the Maggies. I guess the paying passengers expect less for their money, or something.
Every couple of years, I find myself reading product reviews for gear I can’t afford. In this case, radios. I should know better. Particularly when my log book is less than brag worthy. I have this image (quite imagined, but also imaginary) of spending hours, out on the road, racking up the QRP contacts. And, friends, that is not how it works. After more than forty years, I have proven that tiny voices get no attention in the DX world. Unless, I guess, you actually qualify as “rare”. I’m not. Even with a better antenna, which packs into a tiny gear bag and provides hours of setup exercise, I’m not likely to win any contests. But the reviews are fun to read, and I guess looking doesn’t cost much.
